Welcome to the treehouse! If you’re here you’ve made it to a warm corner of the internet, my treehouse of words! Here we love all of our wanderers, and I invite you to stay a while. So welcome wanderer, to my treehouse of words, happy reading <3
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Dear wanderers, I’m the builder of this treehouse for people like you to rest in. The treehouse is where I let my mind create and explore, and I’d love for you to do the same :)
I’m a fanfiction writer and here will be where I post concepts for fics, chapters of fics, character ideas, edits, and all of that stuff. I write F/F (sorry if that’s not your thing), and I absolutely will be taking requests (feel free to drop them in the ask box!). My ao3 is treehouse_of_words, and you’re all more than welcome over there!
- ronance, rocknance, karen wheeler, isadora capri, larissa weems, sachston, mirandy, whatever the other tdwp ship name is where it’s all of them, melissa schemmenti
I write (for requests):
- sfw
- nsfw
- fluff
- smut
- no angst sorry :/
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irls, don’t even think about reading anything rated explicit, I know where yall live.
I don’t know what else to say, but happy ten years of Stranger Things.
I wasn’t here from the beginning, heck I haven’t even been here long. If I’m not mistaken I started watching with my mom and sister since around the release of season five.
Even so, I’ve felt so welcomed by this wonderful community. I’ve discovered amazing works of literature and visual art, and kind, interesting people. This show and these characters mean so much to me already, and I hope I can continue to have this fandom in my life.
My mom, sister, and I are starting a rewatch tonight <3
overhated female characters mean the world to me and i will protect them with my life because fandoms have no right to judge them for acting like someone who went through unimaginable trauma and call them annoying for their understandable behavior.
It started simply, a babysitting gig that you took because you were broke after returning from college and yet to get a real job. Then you did get a real job of course, and Holly went to middle school, aging out of a babysitter. So what in the world was a 25 year old with a career doing back at her former place of employment? She’s on her regularly scheduled date with the married woman who used to be her boss. Saturday night is the perfect pick, Holly always has a sleepover at Debbie’s after DnD, and it’s Ted’s regular night out. So here you sit on Karen’s lap, wine in hand and the TV faintly playing in the background. A soft kiss is planted on your neck.
“You look so cute like this princess, so drunk I could do whatever I want, huh?” Another lingering kiss pressed on your neck, a cold hand traces up your thigh, pushing your skirt up slightly. You giggle, but don’t deny her. “You’d never say no to mommy, right? No, of course not, sweetie.” You turn your head, your hips aiding, spinning around to find her lips. She tries to pull back, move lower, but you don’t let her, making the kiss sloppier. Your lips part, begging her to slide her tongue between them. As soon as she begins to lick at your bottom lip, you suck her tongue into your mouth completely. A whimper escapes you with no resistance. She finally does pull away from your mouth only to attach it to your neck once again, leaving hickeys and love bites in its wake. Her hand snakes up further, rubbing you through your panties. A high pitched moan slips out at her fingers. “Aw, does mommy’s precious angel like that?” You nod eagerly, hoping for more.
She teases the hem of your underwear, “If you want it you’re going to have to ask properly, dear.” You can only muster a whine, squeaky and loud, she coos, “Oh, no more big girl words?” You shake your head, completely forgetting how to speak, mind filled only with her. She smells of vanilla and rose, and her lipstick, the deep red has the distinct scent of fancy cosmetics. Her sleeves are warm around you, but her hands are ice cold, the fabric of her dress draped over the legs spreading yours is soft. And her fingers, oh so distracting. They slip below your panties, tenderly exploring your folds. “So wet, honey,” she says with a sharp inhale, her urges creeping into her voice. “I’ll tell you what, since you can’t beg with your words, mommy will touch you once you get her off. Understood, sweet girl?” You nod vigorously.
She pats your thigh, “On your knees, dolly.” You slink off her lap and kneel low on the floor, she grins down at you from the couch. “Sweetheart, don’t just sit there looking pretty and batting your eyelashes,” her fingers tangle tightly in your hair, “make yourself useful.” Your head dips beneath her long skirt, you slide her panties to the side and do as she asked. You start by placing gentle kisses on her thighs, then her outer lips, then her inner, her dripping entrance, finally her clit. She hikes her skirt up to tug your hair again, pulling you closer. You kitten lick at her for a moment before you’re tugged even closer and decide you’ve been too gentle.
You suck roughly on her clit, making firm circles around it with your tongue. “What a good girl, princess,” she breathes out, you continue, tightening your circles, “That’s my girl, yeah, so good.” The praise goes straight to your core, you can feel how wet you are. Your head is getting fuzzy.
You nip her clit gingerly, not thinking straight. Her hand quickly clamps around either side of your face, squeezing your lips into a pucker. She pulls you back to look up at her, “Over my lap. Right now.” You obey, and she pushes your skirt up to expose your ass, “Do you know why you’re in trouble, honey?” You nod. “Oh no, you don’t get to skip out on big girl words now. You were very very bad.”
“I-I bit, and I wasn’t supposed to…” you add a fake sniffle to the end to try and gain sympathy points. “That’s right, smart girl. Now, so you remember that it was wrong, you’re going to count. Ten spanks. Do I make myself clear?” She rests one hand on your ass, you scramble to reply before your punishment is worsened “Yes mommy, yes.”
The first spank lands with a small cracking sound, not painful but you wouldn’t dare tell her to spank you harder. At least not tonight. “One,” you stammer. The next three get increasingly more painful, before she spreads your folds. You don’t understand why until a particularly harsh slap lands on your clit, “Five…” the sixth spank is on your clit as well, then the final four are back on your reddened ass cheeks. She rubs a few small circles on your back, a signal for you to sit back up. It hurts as you straddle her lap, but you can’t help melting when she places a kiss on your forehead, “Good girl, you took your punishment so well, now I know you’ll never ever do that again. Right, my angel?” You nuzzle your face into her neck in affirmation. “So sweet, doll. You still need to get mommy off before you get touched again though. Can you behave this time?” You mumble a soft “mhm” and she pushes you back down onto the floor between her thighs.
You waste no time giving her the exact pressure and pace she likes, making a conscious effort to think about where your teeth are placed. Soon enough her hands are tugging your hair and her head is thrown back. Her orgasm shudders through her and you gently lap up all her wetness, being careful to avoid her puffy clit. “Such a good girl, so good. You did so well. My princess.”
You crawl back into her arms to be held and pet, maybe rewarded with touches. “You know, I think you were good enough to come up to the bedroom and get the strap, sweetie.” She recovers for a moment before leading you up the stairs. “Be good, I want you naked by the time I come back.” She commands, and your clothes are on the floor in an instant. She returns naked as well, with the strap on fastened around her hips. “On your hands and knees, baby. Good sluts don’t need intimate missionary sex to cum, do they?” Her fingers dig into your hips and she lines herself up with your hole. She thrusts in nearly the full length immediately, and lets it stay there a moment before settling into an agonizingly slow pace.
“Please mommy? Please? Pretty pretty please?” she giggles softly, “Please what?” She kisses your shoulder blade softly, like she isn’t buried inside you. “Please, harder… f-faster…” she smiles against you, “Is what mommy’s doing not up to your standards?” She grips around your waist with both arms and rocks into you faster. Your fists ball into the sheets as she keeps pressing herself against your back. “Fuck… so good, mommy,” you whine into the sheets, feeling yourself get close already. She feels your body beginning to tense and pulls out completely. You whimper pathetically at the loss of friction.
“W-what? Mommy, why?” You turn around and stare up at her with wide eyes. “Honey, you’re so little. Mommy knows what’s best for you even if you don’t.” With that she takes the strap off and walks to the bathroom to clean it so there’s no mess to deal with later. “Don’t even think about touching yourself while I’m gone, good girls wait for mommy.” You sit there needy, desperate, wanting to hump the pillows for any stimulation, but knowing you’ll be punished. You sit on your knees and rock slightly.
“Mommy’s back dolly,” she sees you bouncing trying to distract yourself, “Aw, does my baby need me?” You nod shyly, wet eyes boring into hers. “Oh princess, how cute. Come sit on mommy’s lap, back to me please.” She sits on the edge of the bed and you crawl over and position yourself how she asked. No praise is given, but two fingers slide into your soaked cunt. You moan loudly, the full feeling making you dizzy. Her pace quickens once she finds the spot that has you whining. Her thumb drifts to your clit and that’s enough to send you over the edge. You can’t help the moan that escapes you, before you lean your head back into her. She helps you lay down and strokes your hair briefly, before taking you to the shower. “I’ll wash your hair, darling.” You let her care for you until you’re settled down. You stay cuddled in her arms even after you snap back.
as much as i (someone who does not ever want kids) am not always a fan of reading storylines or headcanons about my favorite characters' future kids i cannot pretend like most of my favorite couples (byler, lumax, henderhop, stonathan) would all be such amazing parents and i think would all want to have kids and love their kids so much
so instead i cling onto the fact that ronance will never have kids
they would be incredible aunts absolutley, but they wouldn't ever have kids of their own and THEY are my spirit animal
Robin bringing up the idea of having kids, to which Nancy immediately says no.
Robin: “Obviously if you don’t want to, it’s a no. Can I ask why though…?”
To which Nancy has an immediate breakdown sobbing,
Nancy: “I just… I just don’t wanna fuck up some kid who doesn’t deserve it. I don’t want some kid to end up fucked up like me. I’d be a horrible mom. You know it. I know it. No kid should have to deal with me as their shitty fucking mom.”
Robin is tearing up, then crying. Pulling Nancy into her arms and kissing the top of her head.
Robin: “Nance, Nance. None of us think you’d be a bad mom. Any kid would be lucky. I don’t see how you could fuck up a kid to the level that we are if you know you don’t want to let that happen. Nance, we don’t have to be our parents.”
Nancy sniffles and pulls back. Frowning up at Robin, shaking her head
Nancy: “I can’t turn into my dad. At least not how he was with me. I can’t have kids because I can’t fucking have one of them be like me. I can’t. I can’t have a guinea pig, I can’t have a lost cause once the next kid comes along, I can’t, Robin, I can’t. “
Robin: “Oh, Nance…”
They stay like that, Nancy crying into Robin’s chest until the tears make her gag. She catches her breath, and cries again until sleep takes her.
Maybe one day, in the future, Robin can convince Nancy she’d be a great mother. Not because they’ll necessarily ever have kids (they could in my mind though), but because she needs her to know it.
Vickie Dunne is so eldest-daughter-coded. That girl has a little sister. Her sister is most definitely the favorite. Vickie has certainly been managing everyone’s emotions and taking on all the baggage.
I am slightly projecting but I see the same qualities in her that I see in myself that I directly have from being the eldest daughter.
