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babyyweebbitch · 4 months

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Good girl

Omg, first smut as a 18 year old SLAYYYYYY

Content Warning : Female Reader , Smut (18+) , Controlling , Choking , oral (giving) , Slapping , Being dominated by Billy , Creampie (and risk of pregnancy???) , small aftercare , dad not being happy 😟

You were getting ready for bed, you brushed your hair after a nice long shower. you had on a nightgown your boyfriend Billy had surprised you with a few days go, there was a random show playing on your TV when you turned around and your boyfriend was climbing through your window. you jumped and held your chest

“Billy! announce yourself next time!” you said as he chucked and stood up straight in your room

“sorry, i wanted to surprise you..” your boyfriend said as he looked you up and down… he liked what he saw. “you look amazing in that”

“thank you…” you chuckled softly as you sat down on your bed and looked up at Billy as he made his way to stand in front with you, placing one hand on the side of your face and gently caressing your cheek. he looked down at you with an almost animalistic look in his eye. you were in love with this man… it was obvious, you would do anything for him and he knew it, he took advantage of that every chance he got

Billy would use his free hand to gently rub your collarbone and inch down to your chest that was covered by the fluffy part of the nightgown. your skin was soft and he appreciated that

“it would look better on the floor though…” he said as he moved his hand to grip your jaw and making you look at him, his other hand pulled the strap of the nightgown off your shoulder and doing the same to the other strap causing the top of the nightgown to fall down and expose your (size) breasts he loved so much… you allowed him to do this to you and you just looked into his eyes. his grip on your jaw was strong

“you think so?” you asked, your voice was soft and almost sounded hypnotized by him. he started to squeeze and play with your tits with his hand and gently tug at the nipple of your right one causing you to let out a moan, they were sensitive and he knew this

“i know so… now open that pretty mouth for me” he said as he let go of your jaw and started undoing his pants, you did as you were told and opened your mouth wide for him, he looked seeing you this submissive and vulnerable for him… it made him feel in control and made him feel like you were his and his alone. he pulled out his already hard cock and he gently rubbed the head of it in your wet tongue. his cock throbbed after feeling the wettest and warmth of your tongue

he slid his dick inside of your mouth and watched as your wrapped your lips around him, he let out a moan after feeling how warm your mouth was around his dick… he slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth gripping your hair with one hand as he did.

“what a good girl you are baby….” he whispered as he started to speed up in thrusting in your mouth, the tip of his dick poking at your throat every time he went deeper. you grabbed onto the sides of his thighs and gagged on his dick the deeper it went down your throat. he grabbed your throat with one hand and pulled his cock out your mouth, he smirked as he watched your gasp for air and the saliva coating your lips and his dick

“i…. i want more” you said softly, he tilted his head to the side as he looked into your eyes

“i never gave you permission to speak did i? that wasn’t a very good girl” he said almost in a mocking tone, he pushed you down onto the bed and got in between of your legs, spreading them as he did. he used his free hand to move your white panties to the side and saw how wet your pussy was for him already

“awe… you’re soaking wet and i haven’t even touched you much. what a little whore you are” he said as he kept his hand wrapped around your throat. you let out little moans and whimpers as he spoke to you… you felt your walls throbbing almost begging for him to fuck you already

“B-billy… please, i need you inside of me already” you whimpered, he stared at you and slapped you after you spoke again. he choked you a bit harder this time and got closer to your face

“what did i say about speaking without permission? i didn’t ask you to speak did i?” he said, his voice was deep yet soft. you tried pressing your thighs together and you shook your head. “are you gonna be a good girl and speak when i ask you to?” you nodded slowly showing you understand him “is that a yes?”

“y-yes…” you whimper out, he smiled and let go of your throat. he placed his hands on the backs of your thighs and spread them open again showing your soaking pussy to him again

“good girl” he said, he used his hand to gently rub his dick against your pussy slowly…. painfully slowly. he looked down at you and saw you biting your lip and trying so hard to not speak to avoid him getting upset again

“what’s wrong baby? do you want me inside you?” he asked in a mocking tone again. he loved seeing you overstimulated and hungry for his dick

“yes… please — i need it” you moan out, reaching your hand out towards his dick, he grabbed your hand before you could even touch it and put it on your stomach before moving his hand back to his dick

“hands to yourself” he said, he aligned himself with your hole and he slowly… again painfully slowly slid himself inside of you.. he held back a moan as he felt how warm, tight and wet you were around him. you let out a variety of moans as you felt him stretching you out

“o-oh fuck… Billy!” you whimpered out as you arched your back a bit feeling him slide deeper inside of you, his hips were pressing against your thighs and the tip of his dick was pressing against the entrance of your womb. you couldn’t hold back anymore moans as he went deeper, you closed your eyes tightly and panted in between each moan you let out

“thats a good girl” he said as he leaned down closer to your face, placed his hand over your mouth muffling your moans as he started to thrust in and out of you faster and harder than you had expected him to. you placed your hand on his arm as he covered your mouth and you let out high pitched whimpers as he thrusted fast and hard inside of you. he clenched his jaw as he held back his own moans only grunting here and there.

“look at me while i fuck you…” he moved his hand down to grip your jaw and made you look at him. you looked into his eyes best you could before they rolled back from the pleasure. he used his free hand to rub your clit and feeling that made you swing your mouth open and let out louder moans, this caused him to cover your mouth again and get close to your ear

“you don’t want your mom and dad hearing how much of a whore you are for me huh? keep it down” he growled in your ear. you looked at him as tears filled your eyes, he started fucking you harder than ever before. the only noises heard from your room was the sounds of your muffled moans and how hard he was slamming against you. he rubbed your clit faster and watched as you tried grabbing his hand to get it off your very sensitive clitoris

“hands to yourself, y/n” he snapped as he pounded against your harder. you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm and he felt himself getting closer to cumming. he moved his hand to your throat again and squeezed it not too hard but hard enough.

“I-im… gonna cum…. im gonna cum!” you whined out as you grabbed onto his wrist and made eye contact with him, the tears running down your cheeks and red face from his slap earlier drove him crazy.. he let out a loud groan as he slowed down just a little bit. he felt his balls start to throb as well as his dick

“cum for me… be a good girl and cum!” he growled out, you tried pressing your knees together in front of his chest as you felt your orgasm hit harder than any other one he’s ever given you, your thighs quivered and you tried reaching for his hip to get him to slow down, he wasn’t slowing down, if anything he sped up both fucking you and rubbing your clit

“Billy! Billy! please — s-slow down!” you cried out as your body shook from the pleasure. he started to release his load inside of you which caused him to slow down and he let out deep groans as he came inside of you… his warm cum filled you up and left you a panting shaking mess underneath him. he came to a stop as he finished and slowly pulled out of you. almost immediately some of his cum leaked out of your pussy and he smiled at the sight. he very smoothly slid your panties back over your pussy and he looked down at you

he watched you try and regain your composure, he leaned closer to your face and he smiled softly as he gently pet your cheek. he laid next to you and pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest

“are you okay?” he asked as you curled up next to him and hugged him. you nodded and hid your face in his chest. he chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of your head gently and waited until you fell asleep to close his own eyes

the next morning came round and you took another shower, your legs were sore and still somewhat shaky from the previous night. you and Billy got ready for school and you were greeted by your parents who were making breakfast. your mom looked up and smiled before nudging your father gently

“i told you he visited last night” she mumbled to him, your father looked up and saw you and Billy standing in the dining room, he shook his head and looked back down at his newspaper. you knew that they heard you getting railed last night and your face went red almost immediately. you looked up at Billy who was looking at you

“i did tell you to keep it down” he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. you jokingly punched him

“Billy!” you said defensively before going to get some food for the two of you. Billy laughed and went to help you

your dad wasn’t the happiest camper in the world right now to say the least…

#billy loomis x reader #Billy loomis #Scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis headcanons #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis smut #smut #18+ content #slasher #slashers x fem reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut

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thatharringrovehoe · 2 years

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Thinking of a harringrove childhood friends AU where Billy was originally born in Hawkins. Steve and him meet at the Hawkins community center during baby play group and are immediately inseparable. Steve seems to go through all his growth spurts at once, sprouting up the summer of third grade and towering over all the other kids when they get back to school. Billy goes to Steve's house almost every day that summer to sit with him in Steve's room and watch movies because the growing pains are so bad. Meanwhile Billy barely seems to grow at all, a premature baby and then a sickly kid that all the other boys poke fun at. He gets pushed into lockers and shoulder checked in the hall so often that no one notices all the bruises he's got are from home. They're best friends from diapers all the way up to middle school, Steve at Billy's side like a bull dog, ready to lay into anyone who messes with his best friend.

"You can't protect me all the time, Steve." Billy's words whistle through the gap where his missing baby tooth used to be. Steve puffs up like a peacock.

"I can so!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh!"

And Billy knows that Steve wouldn't, couldn't, win. Going up against Neil Hargrove. But.

"..Promise?"

Steve grabs Billy's face and smooshes his cheeks together, brown eyes big and beautiful and serious. There's a scrape on Steve's chin, raw and pink from where he smacked into the pavement during school today. David McKinney took Billy's dessert from his lunch box, an apple turnover his mom had made special, and chucked it into a puddle. Steve came out of nowhere and tackled the kid like a linebacker. Nine years old and ready to take on the world to keep Billy from hurting.

"I promise Bills. I'm always gunna protect you. Forever and ever."

Billy's heart flutters behind his ribcage, a flock of butterflies beneath bird bones.

"But why?"

His own dad knows he's worthless. Knows Billy is...wrong. And forever is such a long time to waste on a broken thing.

Steve scrunches up his nose, confused and pretty and Billy wants to hold his hand like in the movies. Like the ones his Ma cries over when his father isn't home.

"Because I love you, dummy."

And they're to young to know what it means but old enough to know that it's true. Billy reaches out, knuckles brushing Steve's in a question.

"BILLY!"

They both jump. Neil's truck rumbles ominously in the Harrington's driveway outside. He doesn't want to go home. Billy wonders if Steve would tackle his dad if he asked him to.

The next day Steve finds out that Neil moved him and Billy out of Hawkins that very night. His Ma had skipped town and left behind her little boy to a monster.

Steve cries for a month straight. The world keeps turning, seasons change and years go by. He grows out of his awkward stage and all the girls want to talk to him, but none of them fill the hole in his chest. He throws parties and drinks with all the other kids and wonders every day if Billy thinks of him at all, out there surfing the Pacific with the sun bleaching his curls.

And it's not until senior year during Tina's Halloween party that Steve gets an answer. Because Tommy Hagen comes bounding out of the crowd, smile sharp and mean while the people behind him part like the red sea, the new kid he's heard people talking about making a beeline straight for Steve. Eyes locked, unwavering.

"Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!"

Steve can't hear him. Can't hear anything over the 'thud thud thud' of his heartbeat in his ears. And it's been seven fucking years and a whole lot of puberty since Steve saw him last, but he would recognize those eyes anywhere. His best friend is built like a brick shit house and covered in leather and cheap beer and spit and Steve doesn't know if he wants to cry or drop to his god damn knees.

Probably both.

Billy's smiling something wicked, tongue caught in his teeth while he gets up real close. Steve wants to bury his face in Billy's neck and hold on to him until the walls fall down around them. His voice is so much deeper than the crackly squeak it was when they were just kids.

"Miss me, pretty boy?"

And Steve feels like he should say something clever. Something cool and suave and more put together than 'I think when you left for California, you took a piece of me with you' or 'I go out of my way to pass by your old house every day after school and it's not even on my route'.

What comes out is a shaky "Yeah. A whole fucking lot, actually"

Billy looks pleased. Relieved almost. Like he didn't think Steve would care. As if Steve could ever forget about someone like Billy.

"Oh yeah? You waiting for me or somethin?"

Steve knows what Billy's looking to hear. The party goes on around them, Tommy looking more confused by the second. Steve couldn't give less of a shit.

"Yeah Bills." He says. "Forever and ever."

#I'm writing a fic for this but i figured I'd post the original discord blurb that inspired it #childhood friends AU #harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #discord blurbs #that hoe writes

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solo-ojo-jojo · 9 months

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Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

Read an excerpt below, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her.

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

Read on AO3

#chenford #chenford fanfic #chenfordweek23 #lucy chen #tim bradford #oneshot fic #The Rookie 5x01 #episode 5x01 alternate take #TV tropes #sharing a bed #undercover and under the covers #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #the rookie #read on ao3 #by SoloOjoJojo #Fics inspired by tweets #Fics inspired by HeatherElf77

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youngroyals-hc · 10 months

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The boys are at Simon's house, lying in bed after some particularly enthusiastic sex. Simon knows they've dirtied the sheets and he'll need to wash them but he can't bear the thought of moving just yet. Not when Wille is clinging on to him so tight, drawing patterns on his chest and blinking sleepily as he follows his fingers. Eventually, he finds the energy to check the time. His mum will be home on a couple of hours, so if they put the sheets on to wash they should have time to put them in the dryer and redo the bed without her noticing. He sighs softly and kisses Wille's forward who practically keens and snuggles impossibly further into Simon's shoulder.

"Baby, we need to wash the sheets now if we have any hope of getting them done before Mama comes home."

"But Simme, I am so comfortableeee"

"I know, so am I mi amor, but do you really want Linda asking why we are washing the sheets when I haven't been sleeping in this bed the past week?"

"... Okay, you present a very convincing argument."

"How about I go make us some hot chocolate while you put on the sheets as a reward for being so responsible?"

Wille perks up at that and starts searching through the bedding for some underwear, grabbing the first pair he finds and chucking them at Simon (Wille had been wearing them earlier but they were originally Simon's, and he knew he should be weirded out by their habit of sharing underwear but he couldn't help but love it and the domesticity it implied).

They dress and Simon goes to the kitchen, leaving Wille in the laundry with the sheets and humming to himself as he prepares the drinks. He walks back into the laundry five minutes later, only to find Wille cautiously inspecting all the buttons on the machine. He had placed the sheets carefully into the basket and was now desperately trying to work out where to put the washing powder. Simon places the drinks on the bench before stepping to Wille's side and brushing his hand of the small of the Prince's back. He feels bad having left him; he had momentarily forgotten who his boyfriend was and the fact that he'd probably never had to use a washing machine before.

Wille says in a small voice "you must think I'm so pathetic. I don't even know to put bedsheets in a fucking washing machine."

Simon turns to him, and Wille's eyes are downcast so he gently reaches out and holds Wille's chin, turning his head until their eyes met. He strokes over his jaw as he speaks. "Mi amor, why on earth would you know how to use a washing machine? You have never had to use one. Yes, it's a little unusual for most people of our age, but it's not like you've had the most typical upbringing. I promise to never get upset about this kind of stuff Wille. You didn't choose this life or your upbringing. All you can do is ask questions and learn now, and that is enough for me. What do you think?

Wille closes the gap between them, kissing Simon firmly, cupping his hand around his neck.

"Every day, I feel so, so lucky that someone as incredible as you chose to love me." Wille stays close as he says this, staring into Simon's eyes with his intense eyes, the look that could pin you against a wall it is so strong and focused.

"I'm just treating you how you treat me Wille. You never chastise me about not knowing what fork to use or not knowing how to engage in small talk with the princess of Thailand." And Wille grins at the memory of walking up to Simon and the princess only to find he'd just asked her what she thought of the new Zelda game.

"Okay. Thank you Simme."

"Always, Wille. Now, watch closely."

And Simon goes over all the steps, showing Wille exactly what buttons to press and why, and where they keep the washing powder and how much to put in, and Wille listens with the same focus as if he was being briefed about a national emergency. When the machine sings it's little song, they jump off the bed where they have been playing a computer game and Simon shows him how to set the tumble dryer and explains how long different items generally needed.

Later that night they are chatting with Linda at the dinner table when she asks if either of them have dirty laundry as she's about to do a load and Wille quickly says "Oh, we'll do it!" And Linda tried to protest but Wille just tells her he wants to learn how to help out and she can't argue with the precious boy sitting in front of her, so earnest to be liked and accepted. So she lets them do it, Wille practically bouncing as he picks up the basket full of the family's clothes and Simon follows behind him, throwing a smile back at his mum as they leave.

(Wille remembers everything that Simon says, and asks how he should sort the clothes and does he use the delicate setting for this load or is a warm wash okay? And Simon smiles more than is appropriate for laundry.)

#young royals #yr s3 #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilhelm x simon #wille young royals #yr #domestic babies

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lewisthot · 2 years

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jealousy

summary: you and lewis were friends with benefits but annoyed one night, you decided to make him jealous and which turns into degrading angry sex. rating: 18+ words: 2.5k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this was a prompt that i got a little carried away with, it’s not been edited so it might be a mess. hope you like it, would love to hear your thoughts!

you and lewis had been hooking up for a while now, it was just a bit of fun neither of you looking for anything serious. lewis was a busy man and you understood that but you were feeling a little neglected, so you decided to go out clubbing with a few girlfriends. you told lewis where you’d be so you knew there was a 50/50 chance he’d come through but that didn’t stop you from flirting with other men, why should you suffer if he was too busy to give you what you wanted?

lewis arrived at the club with his friends heading for the vip section, he was about to text you his arrival when he looked out into the crowd of dancing bodies and spotted you, except instead of finding you dancing with just your girlfriends, he found another man’s hand all over you. he decided against bringing it up, he didn’t want to make his jealousy apparent.

'i’m here in the VIP section’

you were annoyed he hadn’t texted you to let you even know that he was even coming and now he’s here did he expect you to come over to him like you were his lap dog. he could jump through some hoops for once.

‘come find me on the dance floor’

and then he saw you giggling with the guy, faces inches away from each other, were you kissing? he couldn’t tell. did you know he could see you? would it have been worse or better if you did? either way, he was angry, he didn’t care if you were playing a game or not you were his.

he walked out into the dance floor in search of you, a few feet away you finally locked eyes with each other. you didn’t stop what you were doing, you let the guy's hands graze your ass as you gyrated against him. you knew it was risky, that you were playing with fire but you didn’t care or maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins. you could see by the look in his eyes he was pissed, your point being made you walked over to lewis.

‘hi’

‘who’s the guy?’

‘no one’

‘didn’t seem like no one’

you rolled your eyes, bored with this conversation which only frustrated him.

‘you’re right, he was just a random guy i was gonna fuck in the bathroom’

grabbing your wrist, he dragged you to a quiet secluded corner. pressing you up against the wall.

‘what’s your problem?'

‘my problem is you being a buzzkill right now’

‘drop the attitude or i’ll make you regret it’

‘and how are you gonna do that?’

he traced his hands up your thigh, under your skirt grazing your clothed pussy, your breath hitching you bit your bottom lip. pulling away you let out a whine, he smirked chuckling at your reaction.

‘you think you can make me jealous and i’ll give you what you want?’

‘who said i was trying to make you jealous? you never texted me back so i figured i’d find someone else to cum inside me’

he wrapped his hand around your neck, the other sliding under your panties. you moaned, opening and closing your mouth at a total loss for words. he had you right where he wanted or so he thought but you loved riling him up like this.

‘you want me to fuck you right here? you filthy slut.'

‘lewis…’

he chucked at your whining, the way you rolled your hips against him your desperate attempt at finding pleasure. his fingers running up and down your folds he groaned at how wet you were before plunging his fingers inside, not moving them he cupped your pussy before pressing you against the wall stilling your hips.

‘look at you, such a pathetic little brat. tell me who’s got you this wet?’

'you baby'

'that's what i thought, i need to remind you who owns this pussy?’

pulling out he shoved his fingers in your mouth, gagging as you sucked your juices off. one hand still wrapped around your throat he took his others in yours pressing your arm up against the wall as he crashed his lips against yours. it was rough, urgent only pulling away to catch your breaths. no words were needed, he took your hand in his and dragged you out of the club into a waiting car he wasted no time, his mouth back on yours. practically on top of him, he kissed along your neck sucking on a particular spot, you were sure he was purposely leaving you with a hickey. his hand travelling between your legs again you squeezed your legs shut in an attempt to stop him, now in a dimly lit car you felt far more exposed.

'lewis...behave'

he kissed back up your neck, nibbling on your earlobe he whispered. 'now you're shy? the back of my car is nothing compared to the paced club you would've let me fuck you in' he slid his hand back under your panties, thumb circling your throbbing clit he started to pump his fingers in and out of your hole. 'you're already so fucking wet, i think you're a much bigger whore than you pretend you're not' you bit down on your lip hard trying to suppress your moans. maybe it was because it was lewis or because you were a little drunk either way as much as you wanted to deny his word and tell him to stop you couldn't. he just kept toying with you, his moving his fingers painfully slow. he smirked as you tried not to squirm so much in your seat, seeing you like this quite literally under his thumb had him rock hard now. he stroked your cheek as he kissed you softly, his pace painfully slow. you let out whispered pleas, desperate for more but he just laughed.

'i thought you wanted me to stop? but look at you already begging' he cupped your breast pinching the hard nipple peeking through your dress, feeling generous only because he knew what he was going to do to you later, he quickened his pace. you pulled him for a kiss, to muffle your moans. your body tensing, you sucked in a deep breath, your nails digging into the nape of his neck as the wave of your orgasm crashed over you. he groaned as your pussy clenched around his fingers, slowing down his ministrations but not stopping.

'see i knew you'd be a good whore and cum for me'

and just like that, you pulled up to his home, pulling out his fingers and he took them in his mouth so casually, barely giving you a second glance as you both got out of the car. as soon as you were both through the door he lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulders his patience wearing thin he needed you just as much as you needed him. giggling you slapped his back, 'lewis!' he carried you up the stairs throwing you onto the bed. 'much quicker, now strip' you were thankful you didn't have much on, only having to pull off your dress and underwear you crawled over to the lewis pulling off his trousers and boxers his cock sprung free. you wrapped your hands around him licking the precum, you weren't in a teasing mood hallowing your cheeks you took all of him, swirling your tongue. 'fuck that mouth of yours' he gathered your hair into a ponytail pulling you off.

'you're not in control here, i am and the things i'm gonna do to you tonight...you’ll be begging me to stop...’

you looked up at him with, mouth still open tongue sticking out, your pussy throbbing at his words - it sent a shiver down your spine thinking about what he had in store for you. 'look at you, you want my cock baby?' you nodded, sticking his thumb in your waiting mouth you sucked on it. 'open wide' he shoved his cock back into your waiting mouth causing you to gag, which only made him fuck your face even harder. he was relentless, the sight of your eyes watering and your gagging drove him insane. his climax nearing he slowed down allowing you to take over, you swirled your tongue around, cupping his balls you gave them a gentle squeeze, sending him over the edge he let out a loud moan and a string of curse words as he emptied himself into the back of your throat. 'fuck baby, you did so good' you smiled as he pulled you off his cock, switching from degrading you to praising you always threw you through a loop giving you both at the same time, you didn't know what you wanted to do more, be his slut or be his good girl. wiping your tears he kissed you deeply, falling back onto the bed. he pressed open mouth kisses down to your chest, flicking his tongue over your hard nipples biting and tugging, you let out a shaky breath arching your back.

'lewis...'

it's all you could seem to say, you were already out of it not that he would've cared for what you had to say, he was going to use you however he pleased and you were going to let him. he continued kissing down your body. settling in between your legs as he held them wide open.

'god, you're so fucking wet baby. let’s see how many times i can make you cum?’

he went down on you, sucking on your clit swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. you rocked your hips against his mouth. he devoured your pussy like a starved man, he was relentless. it wasn’t long before your first orgasm came on, nothing but your loud moans and heavy breathing filling the room as he lapped up your juices. you squirmed as he pushed through your climax to bring on another. this time he used his fingers, kissing back up your body he took your breasts into his mouth alternating between both sucking and biting your nipples whilst his thumb circled your throbbing clit and his two fingers were pumping your cunt.

‘you hear that baby? the sounds your pussy makes cos you’re dripping wet’

you should’ve felt embarrassed at the sounds but all it did was turned you on, only lewis could get you this wet. he came up to your face kissing you as roughly as he was rubbing your clit. your nails dragged down his back, you suddenly came again. your toes curled, back arched as you threw your head back grabbing onto the head post behind you as you let out an almost primal scream, your body convulsing you squeezed your legs shut on his hand.

‘be a good girl for me and keep your legs open’

‘lewis…i—’

he interrupted whatever you were about to say, he grabbed you by the back of your head pulling you into a kiss, it wasn’t open for discussion it was a demand which you obliged, opening your legs. he slid out with ease, slapping your pussy you squirmed away snapping your legs again. he chuckled, getting back up and placing his knees on top of your thighs to hold you in place.

‘please, lewis…i can’t anymore…’

'i still need to punish you for your brattiness’

he slapped your pussy again and again and again.

you buried your head in the pillow, trying to hide your choked sobs.

‘don’t hide your face from me’

slapping your pussy, he sunk his fingers in you again, you cried out clenching around his fingers. with his free hand, he grabbed yours, you held him tight.

‘lewis…stop’

'come on baby, be a good slut for me'

you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face, he said you'd be begging him to stop and here you were begging and pleading for mercy. your body writhed, your voice hoarse, you lost count of how many times he had made you cum. you were spent, your body limp, your eyes were heavy, you were sure if you could’ve fallen asleep instantly. you were malleable like this, he loved how fucked out you were without having been stretched out around his cock yet. flipping you over onto your stomach you arched your back just your ass up. having you under him cumming countless times had him hard again, he gripped his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

‘fuck me already’

he groaned at your desperation, groping your ass he gave it a spank before slamming into your tight cunt. you gripped the bedsheet as lewis pounded into you, not bothering to touch your clit the angle of which fucked you in perfectly hitting your g-spot.

'shit, you take my cock so well, that's why this pussy is mine. no one will ever fuck you this well and treat you like the whore you are.'

he hammered into you at a brutal pace. his thrusts becoming sloppy as his climax approached, he found your incredibly sensitive clit again rubbing it. he loved the feeling of you cumming on his cock, the way you'd squeeze and milk him for every last drop.

'fuck baby, i'm gonna fill you up!'

with one last thrust he grabbed hold of your hips as he emptied his cum into your warm hole, he grunted and moaned as your walls clenched around him. the feeling of him playing with your clit and his cum filling you up drove you to the edge once more, you cried into the pillow letting out nothing but incoherent moans as your body shook uncontrollably. pulling out slowly, he watched as he cum dripped out of you and you laid there sprawled out not moving an inch. he collapsed beside you, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder, his hand between your cheeks as he smeared his cum along your folds.

'shit, you're gonna be the death of me'

'tell me to stop and i will'

he smirked knowing full well you wouldn't, you loved his cum in or on you. you loved the feeling of lewis filling you up and dripping out of you or better yet, him fucking his cum back into you.

'god, you're such fucking filthy cumslut'

for the final time that night he brought you to tears as he fucked his cum back into you, he watched as you circled your hips on his fingers letting out a string of curse words - the sight almost had him hard again as your final orgasm washed over you. you curled up into his body taking his hand, you sucked off the mix of both your juices on his fingers. he groaned at the sight, you never ceased to amaze him, even when you were fucked out of your mind you still managed to make his cock twitch.

'you were such a good girl but the next time you ever try and make me jealous, i'll treat you like you're nothing but a hole and instead of begging me to stop, you'll be begging me to let you cum.'

you squeezed your thighs together, maybe it was a little twisted that lewis's words turned you on but you didn't care. wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he stroked your hair whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you both dozed off to sleep.

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Role Play | Lee Jeno

5K Follower Series Ep. 15

Summary: You and Jeno can’t afford a real holiday, so he comes up with a special plan to make it up to you…

Genre: Established relationship AU, domestic fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Sexy times

Prompt : “Shut up and take your pants off.”

At times like this, you hated your life.

You were staring at a faded picture of a tropical island. It was pinned to the wall in your tiny apartment.

Jeno came out of the bathroom, humming whilst drying his dripping hair with a towel.

His wet muscles glistened gorgeously in the low light, but even the sight of your naked boyfriend wasn’t enough to lift your spirits.

When Jeno saw your expression, he frowned.

"What's up, baby?" He said, sitting on the mattress beside you.

“I just want to lie on a sunny beach with a Mai Tai in my hand and you by my side. Is that too much to ask?”

Jeno stroked your thigh. “That sounds nice, but-“

“We barely make enough for rent, I know,” you snapped, cutting him off. “I’m just sick of working without… anything to look forward to. I can’t remember the last time we had a holiday.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

Jeno didn’t say anything; he wasn’t a man of many words. Instead, he wrapped you up in his warm, strong arms. You rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself cry.

You didn’t mind that your T shirt was getting damp from Jeno’s wet body. You were just grateful to have him in your life.

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A few days later, Jeno started acting funny. He sent to the other side of town to ‘pick up his dry cleaning’. You didn’t even know he had dry cleaning.

When you returned, he was standing outside your front door, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Jen, why are you wearing that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt?”

Jeno was bouncing with excitement. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course. Are you gonna let me inside now?”

Jeno dangled a scarf from his fingers. “Only if you wear this as a blindfold. It’s a surprise.”

Your nerves danced as Jeno gently tied the scarf around your eyes. “Follow me.”

You let Jeno guide you inside the apartment, till it was time to take the blindfold off.

“Surprise!”

When you saw the inside of your apartment, you gasped.

Two giant inflatable palm trees stood majestically on either side of the mattress, which was covered in a giant beach towel. Fake flower garlands were draped across every surface.

This wasn’t a tiny apartment anymore. It was a tropical paradise.

Jeno watched with heart shaped eyes as you took in the decorations.

“Oh my god! Where do you get all this stuff?”

“Haechan had a pool party last summer, remember. He owed me a favour…”

You squealed. “Jeno! This is the best beach I’ve ever been to!”

Jeno smiled, pulling you close to him.

“It gets even better. Taeil’s bringing home made Hawaiian pizzas for us in an hour. That leaves us just enough time for…” he kissed your neck, then your jaw, sending shivers down your spine.

Just when you thought he was about to kiss you, he jumped up and said, “Beach volleyball!” He pulled an actual ball and chucked it at you.

You laughed loudly. “Not fair!”

Jeno feigned innocence. “What? Is there another game you had in mind?” He waggled his brows.

“Shut up and take your pants off.” You yanked him towards the mattress, pulling him so hard that he fell on the beach towel with a thud.

You giggled and jumped onto the mattress beside him.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, stripping.

When you were finally both naked, you wrapped your arms around Jeno’s strong shoulders and pressed your lips into his neck.

“Thank you for this,” you murmured against his skin.

Jeno just hummed appreciatively, his large hand roaming your back. His hand slid lower and lower, until he gripped your butt and gave it a playful squeeze, making you moan in surprise.

Jeno rolled you over, so that you were nestled underneath him. You could feel his entire body pressing against yours, sending tingles to your core.

You gazed up at Jeno’s adoring eyes. Your heart could burst with love.

“How do you want me, Y/n?” Jeno murmured against your skin.

You massaged his broad shoulders, smirking. “I have a few ideas…”

—

You and Jeno lay side by side, still completely naked, munching delicious pizza and basking in a post-sex glow.

“We should do naked pizza night more often,” Jeno said, mouth still full of food. “I mean… Pizza… boobs… I am in heaven!”

You shoved his shoulder playfully.

“Seriously though, thank you for tonight, Nono.”

Jeno smiled. “I know it’s not exactly the Bahamas, but…”

“It’s perfect. Just what I needed.”

Jeno smiled, eyes crinkling into smiles. “We’ll save up, do extra shifts, whatever it takes. And when we’re finally on a real beach… that’s when I’ll propose.”

Your brows shot up. “Oh, really?”

“Uh huh,” Jeno said, nodding eagerly.

You pushed Jeno till he was lying flat on his back, and then you climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. You felt glad that you were both still naked - easy access.

“Let me show you just how much I like the sound of that…”

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baby scarab || 46

anon - in our fav baby scarab what if y/n somehow for some reason ended up in marc’s memory bank we see when they’re crossing to the after life in the show and maybe the the boys end up in her’s and they both come out like “damn you good?” (the answer is no)

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anon - Bs starting to be more affectionate?

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anon - y/n puts marc's hair in tiny pigtails while he naps

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A/N : enjoy???????

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory banks, asylums, heavy mentions of child abuse, the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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you were feeling way better than you did yesterday.

last night, casper had to go home to your disappointment. marc did eventually catch you though and threatened to throw you off the roof, which resulted in you jumping off and sticking to the wall, effectively scaring the life out of him.

everyone else got a laugh out of it though.

and now you were getting home from work, unlocking and opening the door to see all three of your dads, still in separate bodies, arguing about something.

you just rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, locking it and tossing your bag down so you can take off your shoes.

once you did so, steven walked past you into the kitchen, tensely putting a kettle on the stove after filling it with water.

you sigh slowly and walk towards him, deciding to just stand next to him until he felt like talking.

which wasn’t long at all.

“those two are driving me up the wall” he starts, relaxing a bit. “cant agree on anything, and it’s worse now that they can physically fight” he runs a hand down his face.

you give him a small smile.

“and it’s because for some reason we can’t figure anything out while you’re gone” he rolls his eyes at himself.

you raise an eyebrow at that. “cant even decide what to put on the telly, that’s what they’re arguing about” he gestures off to the living room, where marc and jake are still in some kind of debate.

“anyways how was your day? do you need any pain medicine? what about some tea?” he asks and you smile at him.

“i need you to take a break” you confess. “you do too much for me” you finish, making steven scoff.

“you’re very funny, i’ll get you some tea” he says, but you stop him.

“it’s okay. go take a break i’ll handle dumb and dumber” you smile at him and he relaxes completely.

“are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“just one thing though” he moves forward to hug you tightly, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

he lets go to press a light kiss to your forehead before getting himself some tea.

“you can stay in my room and read so you can have some time away from them” you tell steven.

“well- you can go in there anyways it’s your house” you wave your hand around.

steven smiles at you and picks up one of his books from off the counter.

“correction- it’s our home. and thank you” he tells you heading off to finally relax a bit on his own.

steven ended up sitting on your windowsill, it was fairly wide so you could fit some cushions and pillows on it, and the string lights hung perfectly above it, giving it a very calming atmosphere.

you turned to jake and marc who were making faces at each other, and walked into the living room to pick up two throw pillows and chuck them both at their faces.

they couldn’t dodge them, since they were too engaged in their weird staring contest.

“what is your problem?” you ask between them and they both start talking at the same time.

you roll your eyes and shoot a web at both of them, just sticking to their shirts to get their attention.

“jake, you first” you clarify, and marc crosses his arms while jake starts to speak.

“this idiota keeps changing the channel”

“that’s because you-“

“how about we agree on f/s? hm?” you suggest, and both the boys rip the webs off themselves and sit back down with glaring at each other.

“and quiet down, steven is trying to read” you point to your room, where your door was half open.

they both just nodded, marc more stiffly than jake.

you put on your favorite show, and went back to the kitchen.

you had a long day at work, and even though your mouth didn’t hurt as bad, it was still sore.

plus you were starving and still couldn’t eat solid foods yet according to steven.

you just decided to warm up half of some canned soup, and settled with that.

due to your enhanced healing abilities, you were healing way faster than anyone else would.

this is one of the times you didn’t curse out that spider.

you finished your soup fairly quickly, as you only had half of the can, and washed your bowl.

you went back to the living room to see jake asleep on the floor, with both the cats laying on top of his chest.

and marc was just watching the tv with a blank look on his face.

“you okay?” you ask him, and he turns to you as you round the couch to sit down next to him.

“nothin’, just.. thinking” he answers and you tilt your head at him.

“about what?” you question and he sighs.

“something you don’t need to worry your little head about” he tries to smile at you but you make a face.

“you always make me tell you everything” you complain, and marc pulls you close to him so that you’re leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you don’t have to worry about me”

“yeah but that doesn’t mean i don’t” you retort and he sighs.

“really, it’s nothing” he assures you and you nod hesitantly.

“if you say so” you say a bit quieter when you heard jake shift a bit in his sleep.

it’s quiet for a moment while you and marc focus on the tv, before he speaks again when you yawn.

“tired?” he rhetorically asks and you nod.

he adjusts you so that you’re laying on top of him like you usually are, then you lift your arms up so that your hands were in marc’s hair, brushing through it with your fingers.

marc sighed in content, and already felt tired.

he always enjoyed when layla played with his hair, so it only makes sense that he liked it when you did it too.

he found it calming, and most sleepless nights whenever you or layla would just simply run your fingers through his hair, he was out like a light.

while marc dozed off, you used two of your hair ties to give him two tiny pigtails, making you silently laugh as to not wake him up.

you took them out and reminded yourself to properly make his hair pretty later, but for now, you were tired.

so you went to sleep as well, not prepared for anything you were about to see.

and neither was marc.

~~~

marc opened his eyes to find himself alone on his couch.

he looked around while sitting up, no jake, no cats, and no y/n.

he frantically got up and checked your room, to see it was back to the empty storage room it was a month ago.

he furrowed his brows, wandering the house a throwing open doors looking for anybody.

“this isn’t funny, come out guys” he yells into the apartment, and rushes to open the front door, only to be greeted with the inside of what looked like some kind of school.

he turned around and saw that the door was gone, and he was stuck inside this place.

he takes in a shaky breath and freezes when what looks like a couple and and older lady come out of an office.

“i’ll tell her to get her stuff ready, if you don’t mind waiting here” the lady tells the couple, who both nod and sit down at a bench outside the office.

marc made a face, walking towards the couple as they speak in hushed voices.

“hello? where am i?” he asks them, to receive no answer.

he furrows his brows again and hesitantly puts a hand out to feel that his hand went right through the woman’s shoulder.

he gasps softly and quickly turns around when he hears two sets of footsteps.

“this lovely couple is going to be adopting you today, y/n. why don’t you go say hi?” the lady says to a very young looking version of you, probably not younger than 5.

marc looks down at the younger you, watching as you hid behind the lady, while the couple came closer and crouched down, the man holding out a hand towards you.

“hey there, y/n” the man starts, and marc makes a face, watching as the small you peaks your head out from behind the lady.

“my name is andrew, and this is my wife emma, we are going to be your parents” he introduces, and you slightly step out to slowly bring a hand up to shake the man’s in greeting.

“see? they aren’t scary” the lady says, and marc sees you turn back to give her a pleasing look while taking your hand back and adjusting your backpack straps.

just then, marc noticed the dark navy blue dress you had on, your knees scraped up and one of your socks halfway pushed down than the other.

his eyes softened when he saw the way you looked at the lady, who shook her head.

“you’re going to go home with them, okay?” she tells the small you, marc shaking his head.

he saw you hug the lady tightly, before being ushered out of the building by the two adults.

marc scoffed and followed you all out, to where he was in a different room, looking behind him and seeing no doors just like the first time.

this time he was in a doctors office, seemingly later since the younger you was wearing shorts and your knees were perfectly healed.

the woman’s blonde hair was grown a bit too, and both her and the man who adopted you had worried looks on their faces.

a doctor came in and went in front of them, seeming to have bad news.

meanwhile, marc noticed that you were staring off at the wall, eyes darting all around.

“is there something wrong with her? she keeps saying she sees things- and- and she hears things we can’t-“ the woman rambles while you tilt your head at the wall.

“it would seem that with the few tests we did, your child has a disorder by the name of schizophrenia” the doctor says, the couple gasping in shock.

marc shook his head with a dark look on his face, and then turns to the small you, looking you right in the eyes even though he knows you can’t see him.

“because of this, she will have to be on a medication. you also have the option to give her up if it’s too much” the doctor leaves and the couple start talking.

marc listens in closely, and he sees you dart your eyes to them for a second.

“hey, y/n, why don’t we go on a road trip?” the man says uneasily and marc already knew what was happening.

and next thing he knew, he was back in the school looking building.

~~~

you woke up earlier than you thought, marc and jake, along with the cats were gone.

you sit up slowly and notice that you were back in your old apartment, all your stuff where it was just a month ago.

“what the hell..?” you mutter, looking around.

you run to each and every room, not finding anything and not hearing any heartbeats.

you open your door to feel like you’re being shoved, and seeing someone’s backyard, which you don’t ever remember being in the hallway.

you look behind you, not seeing the door, so you decide to keep moving forward.

you hear someone talking so you jog in the direction of where the sound was and find yourself staring at what looks like a husband and wife, and then two brothers.

you run towards the kid who was drawing at a picnic table, and start speaking.

“hey!” you snap your fingers in his face. “where am i?” you ask and he doesn’t seem fazed.

you scoff and turn to walk towards the man, who had his back to you.

“hey” you reach to touch his shoulder. “where-“ you freeze in place when your hand goes right through him.

“wha- wait a damn minute” you mutter, going back towards the kid sitting at the table, and waving a hand through his head.

you feel your breathing quicken, but listen when someone starts talking.

“foods ready, who’s hungry?” the woman says, coming towards the kid while the older one walks over as well as you watch them. “roro?” she finishes.

“mom come check out my drawing” the kid at the table says, and that’s when you notice the goldfish he had drawn on a piece of paper.

“he drew the fish with only one fin” the older kid says and you look around frantically, still not knowing what exactly was going on.

“marc, be nice to your little brother” the woman says and you gasp.

“marc..?” you whisper to yourself staring at the older kid, now seeing some similarities to the man you call your father.

“i’m not hungry” he directs it at his mom. “wanna go to the cave?” he asks the smaller kid, the one the woman called ‘roro’.

you slowly linger after them as roro nods and gets up.

“we’ll eat later”

“boys? don’t be gone too long” the man turns around to say.

“hey hey hey, marc, what do you do?” his mom asks him, and you stare at the both of them.

“keep an eye on your brother, okay?” she finishes for him while he nods.

“laters gators”

“but steven says that..” you trail off, following after the two boys while they wander off into the woods.

you focus in when younger marc and roro start talking.

“okay. okay, okay, fine, but... I'll be rosser, though” roro starts. “can you hear that, dr. grant?”

marc responds right away with a british accent, sounding all too much like steven. “i sure do, rosser. sounds to me like danger”

“dr. grant? like steven grant?! you answer me right now you little assholes!” you yell at the two who still can’t hear you, so you groan and keep following them.

you then heard thunder rumble, making you jump and look up at the sky to see that it was raining.

“mom said not to when it's raining” roro drops the accent, and they both stop for a second in front of what looks to be the cave they were talking about.

“it'll be fine, don't be a baby” young marc tells him and you shake your head, a weird feeling in your stomach forming.

the two boys run into the cave laughing as the rain comes down harder, soaking your clothes and your hair.

you follow after them in the cave, squeezing past all the sharp edges of the rocks.

“wait-“ you look down and see that the water was rising. “stop!” you yell after them, hoping that somehow they could hear you.

“get out of there!” you yell as loud as you can as you hear both of them start screaming.

“help us! mom!” you couldn’t tell who was who as they shouted repeats of those three words, while you tried your hardest to try and get to them.

the water was to your waist, and you started running out of breath due to the humidity, and it made you dizzy with all the shouting echoing through the cave, and beating into your brain.

it was with one last echoing shout that you fell forward, all dried off and in a quiet room.

~~~

marc stood and watched as you waved slowly to the man and woman who adopted you as they walk out of the building.

you were holding a small pill bottle, to which the lady frowned at.

“i’m sorry it didn’t work out, y/n” she apologizes, and leads you to the stairs.

marc follows as the smaller you and the older lady walk up the stairs and to what was once your room.

“go unpack, dinner will be ready in an hour” she says quietly and leaves.

marc stayed with the smaller you, watching as you set your backpack down and stand on the tips of your toes to watch the couple that were going to be your parents, drive away without a second thought.

he frowned as you sat down on the made bed, and that’s when he noticed two other beds in the room too.

he looked over at the same time you did when the door clicked open, two other girls, seeming older than you, walked in and giggles when they saw you.

“they gave you up after two weeks? that’s gotta be a record, scrap” the taller girl of the two says to you, making your eye twitch and look away.

marc furrowed his brows at the name she had called you.

“oh man.. if i knew i woulda-“ he starts to grit out before one of the girls kicks your bag over, making you shoot your head to it and get up off the bag to try and get to it.

the other girl pushed you back, making the smaller you gasp while the taller one went through your bag.

“let’s see if your old parents got you anything good” she says teasingly while marc glared at her with all the anger he could.

if he could kick her over and yell at her he would. he wasn’t against beating up a child at the moment.

he saw the tears forming in your eyes as the other girl pulled the pills out of the side pocket.

she laughed before tossing them on the bed.

“so now you’re a drugged freak?” she laughs. “no wonder they didn’t want you” she leaves your bag on the floor, there girl who pushed you smacking you in the face before shoving you against the wall.

“don’t think that anyone will pity you just because you have some kind of disease” she starts, slamming you against the wall with every word.

marc couldn’t tear his eyes away as he saw your bottom lip wobble and a tear drop from your chin after rolling down your cheek.

“you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life. nobody will ever want such a disappointment like you” and with that, marc swung at the air, his fist going right through the girls head as she stomped away.

he watched you with glassy eyes as you slid down the wall and started silently sobbing into your hands, marc wanting nothing more than to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay.

and it was just like that, where he appeared somewhere else again.

~~~

you look around the room, seeing that there were candles set up everywhere, and it was very quiet.

that’s when you noticed a picture of the younger boy that marc was with in the cave, and everyone dressed in black.

“shit” you mutter, getting up and wandering around the room.

you spotted marc’s mom, who had many people surrounding her. “i want my roro back” she starts, and you sigh. “i want him back” her voice almost breaks at the end of her sentence.

you heard quiet footsteps from behind you, to where you turn and look up to see marc looking down from the railing of the stairs.

“what are you doing here, hmm?” his mom asks bitterly, to which to turn to glare at her.

it was as if when you felt bad for her, all that feeling went away the moment she spoke.

“you were supposed to keep him safe!” she shouts, making you jump and look between her and the younger marc.

“you let him drown” she starts and you shake your head.

“no.. no they- they tried to get out-“ you say to yourself, trying to convince a woman that can’t even hear you that she wasn’t thinking right.

“this is all your fault!” she raises her voice even more, making your breathing quicken, the same to marc.

“this is all your fault!” she begins sobbing and you shake your head as marc runs back up the stairs.

you glare at marc’s mom once more before following after marc, just to see if he ended up being okay after that.

you ended up in the same exact room, which was attached to the kitchen where you saw marc and his father with birthday hats on, and a small cake.

you walk towards them and saw the look of disappointment and sadness present on his face.

“wendy?” his father starts, yelling towards the stairs. “wendy, come on, please” he turns to marc for a second.

“wendy, please. we're just about to blow out the candles now” his voice dies down at the end of his sentence as marc sighs sadly.

“she's not coming” marc states and you frown to yourself.

“your mother's not feeling well, marc” his father starts. “we'll do it just you and i this year, okay?” he asks, more like states and he blows out the candles as marc won’t.

you shake your head and sigh, looking to the stairs and wandering up there, wondering if time wouldn’t somehow magically fast forward again.

“you can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!” you heard, seeing marc and his father share a laugh.

“this must be the next year..” you trail off, noticing his mom watching them from the living room.

the bottle of wine in her hand made you flinch when she swung it around.

“get started on these, okay, son?” marc’s dad says, leaving the room as marc starts cutting the cake.

you tried to block his mom when she got up, but she went right through you, making you groan in annoyance before turning to the both of them.

“you were always jealous of him” she starts, making you shake your head slowly again.

she chuckles again before continuing. “ever since he was born. i... i should've known you would do something like this” she finishes, pouring herself some more wine.

marc throws down the cutlery he was using and rushes up the stairs, to which you follow him but not before giving one more look at his mother.

marc slams the door, and you hesitated before turning the knob and walking in.

~~~

marc wandered until he was in a completely different building than before.

he was in a kitchen, where he saw you, maybe about 8 or 9 now, at a dinner table with a man, a woman, and another older girl who was on her phone.

marc watched as you stared down at your plate, your cheeks hollow and under your eyes dark as a bruise.

his breath stuttered as he saw the man look down at you.

“you better eat that” he says and you shake your head hands fidgeting in your lap.

the man bangs on the table, making you jump.

“you- you didn’t let me have any yesterday and i’m not hungry i-“

“quiet” the man starts. “come on” he gets up while your head shoots up and you shake your head frantically, pushing yourself into the chair.

nobody else was fazed as the man gripped onto your arm, and dragged you from your chair down some stairs and into a room where there was a single mattress and a small window.

“fine, you don’t want to eat you don’t get to for another two days” the man says darkly, letting go of you as you back up into the corner of the room.

marc followed while trying not to yell out of anger.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

if he knew where these people were now, he would have a nice talk with them.

he watched with softer eyes as you looked at the red mark on your arm from where the man had a grip on you.

he crouched down in front of where you were pressed against the wall.

“i’m so sorry, kid” he apologizes, even though deep down he knows there was nothing he could’ve done.

he wasn’t there, he couldn’t have been.

but that didn’t stop the thought in his head that said that he should’ve.

he moved back instinctively when you got up from your spot, even though he knew you’d go right through him.

he watched as you took your medication dry, since you didn’t have any water.

“my god..” he realized why you got in the habit of taking medicine dry.

and it was because you had to. they didn’t let you have water. they made you create an unhealthy habit when taking your medication.

marc watches as you sat against the wall on the small matress, until there was a flash of light and your whole appearance changed.

you were older again, looking around 12.

he turns around when the door opens, and that man comes in.

“get up and bring your stuff. we’re going on a trip”

“..you’re taking me back” you state quietly.

“no” the man says, leaving the room as you gather your small amount of belongings.

it all fit in your backpack you’ve had since you were little, the pills going in the side pocket.

he hesitantly follows you out of the house and to the car, where time almost fast forwards again and you’re panicking in the car as you read the buildings sign.

“they took her to an asylum?!” marc exclaims, turning around when he hears you struggling against the man as he basically drags you inside.

marc yelled at him to stop, knowing nothing could be changed as you were almost shoved inside while two doctors inside helped him with leading you to one of the waiting rooms.

“nonono- she’s not- she’s not crazy!” marc shouts, while you’re held down on a table and your stuff put in another room for testing while the man just signs a piece of paper and leaves.

“stop. stop it!” he yells at them, running a hand through his hair as a bracelet is wrapped around your wrist and a needle inserted into your neck as you slowly stop moving all together.

marc feels a tear make it’s way down his face, and he didn’t even bother to wipe it away while watching you be wheeled away on the bed.

and just as he started to follow you, another flash.

~~~

you felt tears running down your face as you saw yourself in another new room, except it wasn’t too new at all.

it took to a second to realize where you were though since you couldn’t get a certain image out of your mind.

marc’s mother smacked him around and beat him with a belt without even blinking.

you really wished you could go back in time and stop it.

“what? she’s not crazy” someone says, and you register it as steven as you come back to reality while wiping tears from your face.

“no- i don’t mean crazy i just mean.. a bit out of it”

“no you mean crazy” steven defends and you scoff, listening in better to try and figure out when this was.

“it was just one dinner anyways, it’s not like she’ll voluntarily come over again” marc says to steven, which makes some of your guilt for him fade into rage.

“you never know, marc” steven starts. “you heard her, she doesn’t have anybody so i was thinking-“

“we can’t, steven you have to understand that, buddy” marc begins. “we barely have time to sleep let alone take care of some problem child”

“she wasn’t a problem when you were joking around with her at supper” steven snaps at him while all that guilt disappeared as you grit your teeth.

“because it was a one time thing-“

“it was not! i can guarantee that she will at least talk to us maybe- she needs support she’s all alone!” steven exclaims and you leave the room, slamming the door, not wanting to hear more.

but it seems that the world doesn’t want you to get away from him, since another memory was happening right outside the hallway.

“what’s wrong mate, you’ve been acting weird all day” steven says in a hushed voice.

“..i feel bad”

“about what?”

“the kid a couple doors down. i.. i really shouldn’t have talked shit when we first met her” he starts and you scoff.

“i’ve had a couple weeks to think about it- and seeing her beat up like that really made it click”

“that’s what i tried to tell you, mate. she really doesn’t have anyone else” steven says softly and all that anger turned back to guilt.

“she really doesn’t” marc shakes his head. “so she can have us then”

stevens face seemed to light up at that.

“are you saying-“

“yes. we can play hero for the kid until she gets adopted or whatever” marc waved him off.

“you’ve grown attached, hm?”

“no- i just-“

“oh you so did”

“no i didn’t- she just-“

“she needs support, like i said and you’re completely willing to give it to her” steven smiles, and you see a hint of a smile on marc’s face too.

that makes you start to smile as well as the world around you started fading to black.

~~~

marc saw you picking at the bracelet as someone signed sheets in front of you.

the date on the computer was a year later than it was in the last memory, making it clear that you’d been in an insane asylum for almost a whole year.

your eyes were even more sunken than before and you had such a distant look in your eyes, it made his stomach twist when nobody payed mind to it.

“you’re free to go, miss y/l/n” the man at the front desk says and you nod slowly, taking your backpack and hugging it to your chest.

marc followed as you slowly made your way down the street, and to the apartment building you were supposed to go to.

“our apartment building” marc observed.

“it’s y/n y/l/n, right?” the doorman said, and you nodded, letting him lead you up the stairs.

when marc was about to follow you again, everything started fading away, leaving him in the dark.

~~~

you awoke with a jolt, throwing yourself off of marc as he seemed to wake up at the exact same time about as shaken up as you were.

you stared at each other for a second before you reached behind you and grabbed a throw pillow and started smacking marc in the face with it.

he shielded himself and took it from you, tossing it to the side and waking jake in the process.

“what the hell?” he asks and you scoff.

“what the hell? really? you thought i was crazy! you- you said i was a problem” you accused him and he makes a confused face.

“i did not” he grits out and you stand up from your spot to go in your room, steven walking out to see what all the commotion was about.

“what-“ he’s interrupted by your door slamming shut.

“have i ever called her a problem?” marc asks both steven and jake and they both exchange looks before looking back to marc.

“you called her a problem while when we first met her” steven suggests and marc freezes.

“i saw her memories” he starts. “like when we were being judged”

“oh lord- do you think…” steven trails off.

“i think so” jake nods.

marc’s sighs and looks towards your door.

“well shit”

~~~

A/N : ooh angsty cliff hanger :0 i wonder what will happen :0 i hope everything turns out okay :0 anyways thanks all of you for the support, i’ll see you all in a couple days i hope you liked it :) <3

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elysia-nsimp · 2 years

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And now, even MORE TWST as things my friends and I said!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

CW: stuff like. sex jokes and friendly bullying/threats (all lighthearted and in good fun)

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Yuu: And by that, I mean Jade

[THUNDER CRASHES OUTSIDE]

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Idia: all condoms are recipes for allergic reactions to me though because I’m actually allergic to sex /j

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Lilia: I have arriven

Lilia: it’s like arrived but fancier

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Dude at school: HEY CAN YOU GRANT THREE WISHES

Lilia: three wishes?

Dude: yes

Lilia: Hmm… if you give me your name!

Dude: Great! My name’s Blake

Lilia: Be careful what you wish for.

…: I wish for a [describes a super specific car], enough money to buy a house, and a sailboat that can take me across the sea

Lilia: Great! Your car doesn’t work, you can only afford a tiny shitty ass house—

…: [LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF]

Lilia: And your sailboat will sink after one trip across the sea.

Lilia: Enjoy your wishes! And thanks for your name, I’ll take good care of it~

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Floyd: My parents—who I KNOW can hear me right now—are going to be so disappointed when they start finding tiny plastic babies around the house. I will hide tiny plastic babies around the house. This is both a threat and a promise.

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Cater: Some people just know where they belong. Like me! I belong in horny jail.

Cater: Which is really ironic because I’m demi… it’s like I’m not usually horny, but then I really am!

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Azul, playing DnD: My character lets out a shrek- SHRIEK-

Idia: Azul let out a SHREK /j

Idia: who let the dogs out but it’s badly rendered Shrek models t-posing /j

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Cater, pointing at a drawing of a dead flower (x eyes and all): that’s me

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Ruggie: I’m so fucking god that it’s cold

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Azul: jumps several hundred of feet off a cliff, survives

Idia: mecore

Azul: WHA- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

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Idia: CAUSE BABY TONIGHT, THE CREEPERS TRYING TO STEAL ALL OUR STUFF AGAAAAIIII-

Azul: I am going to slit your throat

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Idia: this is so sad, Ortho play despacito

Idia: WAIT DONT ACTUALLY

Ortho: okay, playing Despacito

Idia: NOOO

Ortho: Aye~

Idia: SHUT UP. SHUT. UP.

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Cater: WHY DO YOU KEEP REBLOGGING ALL THE POSTS I REBLOG

Ace, giggling:

Cater,giggling: IM REBLOGGING A GOUGER SO TJEN YOULL HAVE TO REBLOG A GOUGER

Ace, still giggling:

Cater: REBLOG THE GOUGER ACE

Ace, reblogging:

Both of them, giggling their asses off:

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Azul: Im just gonna cross my fingers and hope that if I stop responding then you'll stop

Idia: blOWS UP, THEN YOUR HEALTH BAR DROPS YOU COULD USE A 1 UP

Azul: I was mistaken. I was very sadly mistaken

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Lilia: Malleus, are you going through the five stages of grief right now?

Malleus: yea

Malleus: thnx for noticing

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Ruggie: I'm deathly allergic to cats, if I eat a cat, I will die

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Cater: if your house is on fire, and you got one of those little meow meows, just chuck it out the window, it'll be fine

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Malleus: Yuu don’t do this, I might actually start crushing on you—this is a dangerous game. YUU BE CAREFUL

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…(Blake): ELF- ELF EARS

…: OI

Lilia: Hm?

…, in a Scottish accent: Hi can I have more wishes :D

Lilia: Even after last time?

…: Ehhh, it worked out in the end!…. Eventually.

Lilia, shaking his head: So greedy…

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Deuce: What is a socialist? And where can I buy one?

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Ace: The girls are fighting and Barbie is winning

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Idia: I had a depressive episode called “quarantine”

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Kalim during CH4: Awww poor snake

Yuu: the SNAKE is making BAD CHOICES.

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Lilia: Eating a plum at 3 am (gone wrong) (police called)

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Deuce: crap

Riddle: LANGUAGE

Deuce: I JUST SAID CRAP

Ace: Fuck.

both gasp, then go incredibly silent.

Deuce: …

Deuce: LANGUAGE…

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Leona, gesturing to Cheka: This child is a piece of shit. Get the parents involved before I fistfight him myself.

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Vil: do you want to be the monster that runs into a wall and dies?

Lilia: YES????? HELLO????????

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Ace: but was the grink there?

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Jack: I promise I’ll protect you from Danny DeVito /gen

Yuu: thank you

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Lilia: I need to do more roleplays in furry games

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Ace: Fishing is like tinder for fish kissers

Floyd: fishr

Jamil: what

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Sebek: You’d think having longer ears would mean I could hear you better, but no, I have an auditory processing disorder.

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Crowley: Number one! E! As in… E.

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Cater: Can you feel it in your bones, Kalim

Kalim: I CANT. MY BONES ARE FAILJNG ME.

Kalim: I THKNK I HAVE A BONE DEFICIENCY

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Cater, to Riddle: Don't be British in front of your mom

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Floyd: Don't kidnap the local tiger, he doesn't wanna live in your bathroom!

Yuu: Why would you keep a tiger in your bathroom??

Floyd: Uhhhh.. um.. D- Don't ask questions you don't want answers to! A- And don't look in my bathroom!

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Lilia: modern jesus is staring at me blankly. except modern jesus has no face.

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Anyway that’s the end. I still have more. Plus a whole other server of quotes that I haven’t touched from a few years ago…

Already making another one bc I didn’t wanna put too many in this post lmao

Tags: @aetherphobia @thesunshineriptide @end3rm1st lmk if you wanna be tagged lmaooo

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braveburned · 5 months

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❛ If you wanted to be babied, you should’ve asked michael. ❜

[ chucks a tlou william at tlou gregory for these next few asks and runs . sorry for jumping on your and ash's verse i just love it so much :sobs: ]

CATCHING FIRE (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — Gregory never should have trusted him.

The weight of his mistake sits heavy in the pit of his stomach, akin to an anchor dropped amid a sea of shame that washes over him in steady waves. He can hardly breathe around it — every inhale feeling as though it has to move around the weight, every shift making him acutely aware of it all. The shame, the fear. Gregory fears he might drown in it, despite the way the cold air surrounding them dries his throat and makes it burn.

William's gaze feels far too piercing, far too knowing. Gregory hates that he'd fallen for his act, hates that the moment someone had shown him some kindness in the short time he'd been left to fend for himself he'd bended, turning towards it like a sunflower until he'd been ensnared.

He had been right — he can't fucking do this without Michael.

Still, he can't help but scoff at the man's words ; refuses to cower despite the way his hands shake ( he can blame it on the cold ), despite the way he refuses to look him in the eyes. Head tilted, eyes askew, glaring at the space between them. He's put as much space as possible between them, his back pressed against a wall and knees pulled in towards his chest. Jacket sleeve still remains firmly tugged over the evidence of his immunity. Gregory fiddles with the fabric, absentmindedly. Nervously. A foot taps.

"Man, you're crazier than I thought if you think Michael's ever babied me. Dude has like, the biggest stick up his ass."

A pause, briefly letting his glare flicker towards William himself. It's almost a challenge, the way his jaw sets and eyes narrow.

"Guess I'm startin' to see why, though, if you're really his dad."

#slaughterlocked #★ * ASK / making the best out of a bad situation. )#★ * VERSE / when you're lost in the darkness. )#YELLING .....#ohhh this makes me feel so insane. hi.

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circusgoth-dotcom · 1 year

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Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Ship: Charles Lee Ray x Ash Englund (Baby Bat AU)

Word Count: 803

Summary: Ash confesses he's pregnant, a quite imperfect situation to be in when you and your boyfriend are broke criminals. CW for discussions of pregnancy (obviously), smoking and smoking while pregnant, suggestions of miscarriages and abortion, Ash feeling like less of a man for being pregnant, and brief mentions of murder. Song referenced in title.

Tag List: @canongf (Totally get it if you want to skip this one but tagging you specifically because you're the person I definitely feel the most comfortable sharing my "edgier" work with without fearing harsh judgement ^ ^")

Chicago. September, 1988. 9:15pm. Charles Lee Ray and his boyfriend, Ash Englund, murderers and thieves, reside in their cheap studio apartment. “You want to go out tonight?” Charles asked as they stood beside the window, smoking. Ash shook his head. “Nah… not really…” Ash spoke distractedly, more focused on the cars passing by in the street than his cigarette or the question asked of him. Charles frowned, dangling his cigarette over the window sill and tapping off the ash. “What’s up with you, anyway? You’ve been acting weird all day.” There was a long pause that made Charles suck on his teeth. “I can’t offer my love and support if you’re not gonna-” “I’m pregnant.” Ash took a long drag of his cigarette, then stubbed it in the glass ashtray on the window sill, blowing the smoke out into the night air.

Charles cracked a grin and bumped Ash’s arm with his knuckles.

“You crack me up sometimes, Ash, y’know that?”

“I’m not joking, Chucky.”

Charles blinked and his smile fell into a more shocked expression, his thin eyebrows leaping up his forehead.

“Fucking… jumping Jiminy Christmas…” He swore, stubbing out his own cigarette. “You’re really not fucking with me based on that deadpan tone and… how long have you known??”

“Three weeks.” Ash stepped away from the window and Charles followed him across the short distance of their apartment.

“Why didn’t you tell me right when you knew??”

“I didn’t know what to say, Chucky,” he turned suddenly, almost making Charles run into him, “I’m a man. Men don’t get pregnant.”

“Well, what do you want to do about it?”

“There’s nothing to be done about it,” Ash spoke bitterly, resting his forehead against Charles’ chest.

"Keep smoking and maybe it’ll just… go away."

Ash slapped Charles' arm. "That's not funny, Chuck."

Charles wrapped his arms around his shoulders and rested his chin on top of Ash's head, sighing heavily. "Ain't this a fucked up situation. You're a transsexual, I'm in a gay relationship, we kill people, and we're technically broke as shit."

"Yeah, not exactly the ideal time to be raising a kid."

"Maybe I could find someone who could get rid of it for you."

Ash pulled back from his boyfriend. "I'm not risking my life in some back alley just to get rid of this barely developed fetus."

"You tellin' me you'd rather risk dying in childbirth??"

"At least you'd get nine more months with me."

Charles's hands shook as he turned away from Ash and half-heartedly thumped the wall. "Motherfucker…" He sucked in a breath, looking quite displeased with the scenario presented to him. “Alright. Fine. We’re doing this?”

“Doing what, Chucky?”

“Becoming parents?” He turned back toward Ash and grabbed his hands.

“It would appear so.”

“Tiff likes kids, right?”

Ash scoffed, “Chuck, how should I know, she’s your girlfriend. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking she could help us out.” Charles walked over to the landline while Ash retired to their futon. He watched him dial the number with a blank look on his face. Charles and Tiffany talked in brief, hushed tones before Charles hung up and sat beside his boyfriend, pulling him into his lap.

“So?” Ash asked lowly, eyes closed as he leaned back against him.

“She said she’d bring over some pregnancy and childcare books from the library tomorrow. And she said to cut back on your cigarette habit.” Ash made a disgruntled expression that clearly stated he already knew he would have to. Charles paused, subtly sniffing Ash’s hair… he was inclined to feel furious with it all, but to be honest with himself, he felt more scared and loving than angry. He had never cared about kids, so long as they stayed out of his way, and definitely never pictured himself as a father figure. “Could I…?” He hovered his large hands over his boyfriend’s lower stomach.

“You’re not gonna feel anything, Chuck.” Ash half-opened his eyes to observe the movement. “But go ahead.”

Charles followed through with his request. “Should we name it? We’ve basically decided we’re going to keep it.”

“We don’t even know what it’s gonna be. You start.”

“Robert.”

Ash’s eyelids shot open as he scoffed. “Robert?? You think I’m gonna give birth to a man in his fifties??”

“No, no, like Robert Smith, you know!”

“Why not Smith, then? Suzy, like Siouxsie and the Banshees.”

“Cute. Peter.”

“Lux.”

“Andy.”

“Andy??”

“What, you’ve got something better?”

“I’m just saying that’s a little plain, Chuck.”

Charles suddenly smirked and poked Ash’s cheek. “Ash Jr.”

Ash groaned and grabbed his finger. “Oh, fuck off. Charles Jr.”

“Ugh, even worse.” Charles laughed and Ash felt a little lighter.

“Maybe we won’t be so bad of parents.”

“Don’t be insane…” Charles kissed Ash’s temple with a deeply fond smile.

#circus scripts #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #oc x canon #self x canon #self ship au #chucky oc #oc x chucky #🍼🦇.s/i [Baby Bat AU]#🌈Foul-Mouthed Little Fucker🌈

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littleviolence2016 · 1 year

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inspired by @b1mb1b00

1) i would rather not say

2) 7-10

3) i dont have one but would like one - i know when i get one despite me wanting one its gonna be really hard for me to open up because im not the best at being vulnerable and thats like the most vulnerable thing i can do - leave someone in charge of my inner child - i have 2 partners but i never like brought it up to them ya know like 1 is aware of what cgl is the other absolutely no idea & i dont wanna ruin our dynamic

4) build a bear workshop & mcdonalds - i love stuffies and wanna see how they’re made and be part of it itll be so sick & mcdonalds has the best chicken nuggets and fries fight me about it im right yeah they aren’t dino shaped but i can get over it they are the best AND i get a free toy and there’s no catch its great - another would be chuck-e-cheese i wanted to spend my birthday there again but haven’t had the money to i love games alot and maybe i can finally win something at the top of the prize wall even big me would want a chuck-e-cheese date okay i love games and pizza id always prefer chuck-e-cheese over dave and busters

5) i only have sippy cups & stuffed animals & toys - i would like more when i live in a bigger space i dont really need much because im a bigger boy but id like mostly food stuff like plates spoons i like the spoons with the plastic handles alot they have to be teaspoons cuz tablespoons are the devil they attack the senses in my mouth in a /neg way it’s awful who would do that to help regress maybe some of the handles spoons can be cute i dont want the bowl part plastic though thats also evil to me personally and i like the bath tablets that make the bath colors too and shower crayons i want those and blankets i love thoses and yeah i want more things when its safe

6) i dont know i dont think so i am into petplay tho does that count?

7) not that much different than big me i guess you can say even MORE childish than i already am (ik thats not the best word cuz they’re a child duh) i guess more baby like - like playful, bratty, causes problems on purpose im more quiet than big me but i also don’t have anyone i trust enough to talk to in that state so im mainly going based on my alters which i don’t say much

8) coloring because drawing frustrates me when it doesn’t go on the paper right

9) i don’t know that many 😿 i just met @adorableblindemo and they r real sweet

10) it depends - most times it’s voluntary but in really high stress situations i can regress usually then i tend to get mute like nonverbal i have select mutism and also other stuff its just scary

11) yeah thats what i would consider my voluntary is most of the time because i dont have a space that would allow me to even think about regressing fully

12) no

13) mac & cheese, cereal, chocolate milk/hot chocolate but if its hot chocolate it has to he more warm than hot because im a punk

14) love them adore then need to protect them

15) not really im usually rejected so i just don’t anymore i actively avoid it even

16) idk really i’ve never been called like pet names ive vibed with just nicknames

17) kids shows & having things in my mouth

18) no because i don’t really have a safe space so i always need to b on like high alert to switch back into big mode asap

19) its so hard to find like a side that i vibe with all i see is the stereotypical stuff (younger/baby regressers who r and super pastelly & like preferred not alternative baby things and have baby gear like diapers and pacis) i dont see that many middle regressiors or ones who like alternative pop culture things

20) i can’t find that many for fandoms im in but the ones i do i really do like i wanna make a masterpost one day mainly for myself cuz i wish i could find them easier its like i gotta dig for content

21) very - im real sensitive the air could blow the wrong way and im jumping

22) i mostly indulge in rpf so i don’t have anyone fictional per say just blorbos from bandom and select tv shows

23) no different than my room now really i wanna beanbag

24) ive never realky tried it before it looks fun but im kinda shy

25) i want my childhood/innocence back it was taken too soon i wanna nurture that side of me when things were simpler and protect it not have to think about how hard things are now and how i can’t really get help for it because i simply cant afford it

26) yes mainly my comfort artists (mainly mcr & waterparks atm)

27) no i don’t have a cg i tried making a chore chart that i printed from a blog on here but forgot about it a few weeks in

28) like i said in #7

29) ive been told i had the potential to be and i think so because when im big i do tend to be more protective, parental, nurturing and just overall alpha like

30) i dont know what to say rly but hey if you like the content i post lets be friends i’ll try not to bite

#age regression #age dreaming #30 days of agere #i ripped into queue with our black light ~ 🎆

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sapphic-loser16 · 2 years

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Prompt 8, Chiaroscuro Zelda and Ganondorf!

8: “Wanna bet?”

Pairing: Zelda x Ganondorf, Chiaroscuro (side note, they’re babies in this one. Both of them are ~13 yrs.)

Requests: Closed (at least for this specific kind of prompt. If yall got other stories you want me to tell, hmu)

-x-

Gan was so deeply engrossed in his book he didn’t even notice the door swing open. A familiar shadow crossed over the tome he was poring over, but he paid it no mind. His sisters liked to joke that if the world was ending while his nose was stuck in a book he wouldn’t even notice. Khel and Evanthine sure liked to test that theory. Hands jumped onto his shoulders.

“Boo!”

He yelped and chucked the thick book at the intruder. A solid thunk and a muffled grunt confirmed that his target had been hit.

“Ow. Geez Gan, do you always throw books at people or am I just that special?”

His face went red, almost as crimson as his untamable curls. Evanthine laughed and punched him lightly in the shoulder.

“Relax, you’re acting like I was an assassin or something. What are you even reading thats that thick?”

She heaved the book onto the table and flipped to the title page.

“Cognito Animae? Hylia’s tits, you couldn’t pick a more dusty book than one on psychology.”

“Actually there was this math book that I wanted to get, but-“

Evanthine rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist. They flew out the door together into the bright summer’s day. Gam tried not to concentrate on the warm grip of her fingers, or how her eyes lit up whenever they were close.

Honestly, he didn’t mind the feeling at all.

“Hey, wanna bet that I can beat you to that tree?”

“You’re on,” he signed. She smirked and took off. He stomped his foot and bolted to the weeping willow at the top of the hill. She had quite a head start, but his legs were longer. Plus, he had little sisters who liked to run away with his stuff. He easily passed her, his braid coming loose and his hair whipping behind him in the wind. A smile split his face.

The competition wasn’t even close. He parted the curtain of willow leaves long before she did. When she finally arrived, he snorted. Her hair was a mess, and was that a twig lodged in her braid? She huffed, half playfully and half out of breath.

“Alright, nerd. You win this one.” She plucked the twig out of her braided crown and tucked it into his curls with a quirked eyebrow. H rolled his eyes, but didn’t plan on removing it any time soon.

The wind blew ripples across the wall of leaves. Green light filtered into their hideout in waves, alighting Evanthine’s own emerald eyes. Ganondorf’s shifted, and the tips of their fingers brushed. He yanked his hand back and turned away, face red.

“Sorry,” he signed. Gods, he needed to find a way to control his blushing. She said nothing. He cringed.

Great. Now look what you’ve done. Way to make yourself look like a fool.

He felt a hand on his leg.

“Don’t be,” she whispered. Her hand creeped ever so slowly to his. Their fingers entertained, and Gan could swear he could fly in that moment. He looked over, and cloud see red coursing through her cheeks. He grinned and scooted closer. Their joined hands rested on top of their legs, Evanthine’s swaddled in Hylian satin and Ganondorf’s in Gerudo silk. She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“This is nice, she whispered, and Ganondorf had never felt more filled with love.

He supposed it was.

#asks and replies #sapphie writes #chiaroscuro fic #zelgan #princess zelda #ganondorf #hhhhng babies #so soft #so precious #i want what they have #and theyre fictional

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afterglow-tommylee · 2 years

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Chapter 11. All In The Suit That You Wear

Seattle Washington February 26 2002

"... Hey baby, what's up," Tommy says in his sweet voice, the one where you can totally tell he is smiling.

"Hey, are you at the airport already?" I ask, holding my Blackberry to my ear. I was finally able to trade in for one and it makes everything with work so much easier.

"Uh huh baby, Just waiting for a rental and I'll be right over," He says

"No, don't get a rental, I'll come and get you. I'll be there in like... half hour -ish?" I say glancing at the clock on the wall above the doorway to my condo.

"Ok baby, hurry though, I wouldn't want some chick to steal me away," He jokes with a laugh.

"Shut up," I laugh.

Once we hang up, I grab my leather jacket and slip i over my long sleeve lace overlay black form fitted dress that hit perfectly at my mid thigh, my curls down like I always do, with my black Louis Vutton heels. I picked up my black clutch wallet from the table beside the door, slip my keys and my phone inside, then take one last look in the mirror above the table, making sure everything on me is in its place, then head out the door, locking it behind me.

******

A short while later - just a bit over 30 mins to be exact - I reach the Seattle - Tacoma airport and park at the express entrance with my flight pass visible on the dashboard of my jet black '69 Dodge Challenger. I've loved this car ever since I was a teen and saw the movie Vanishing Point, except I always wanted a jet black version of it. As soon as I had the money I jumped on it. I remember Chris thinking I was crazy for buying it cause as much as he loved it too, he didn't think I could handle it. Well I showed him didn't I?

Once I slid myself out of the driver's side, I decided to slide my jacket off since the weather did get significantly warmer out, then placed it in the back seat and closed the door. I made my way into the main entrance of the airport, taking out my phone from my little wallet, and sent Tommy a text message that I'm here and asking where he was. As I walk through the lobby area, he sends a message right back.

TOMMY: where r u? i can't find that cute ass of yours 😛

"Oh my god, really babe?" I ask myself with a giggle looking down at his text.

ANDI: my cute ass can't find you 😉 I'm at the main entrance on the west side.

TOMMY: kk, heading your way.

Then as soon as I put my phone back in my clutch, he sends me another text again. I take it back out and glance at the screen to see:

TOMMY: 😛😝😜🤪

I giggle, shaking my head at his silliness and slide my phone back into my clutch.

I head further through the lobby, scanning the crowd, turning myself around to see if he had somehow walked passed me, then once I turn back again, I see him walking towards me carrying a couple of luggage bags, one slung over his shoulder, the other he rolled beside him and wearing a black fitted fitted tank top, once agin showing off those gorgeous tattoos, his necklaces laying perfectly against his chest as always, black jeans with the chain connected to his wallet in his back pocket and those classic black and white Chuck Taylors and his dark shaggy locks as usual, his small silver hoops earrings poking through and that incredible charming smile that makes me melt for him every time I see him and suddenly I had this rush of absolute pure intense longing that just came out of nowhere. Almost like it didn't hit me until I saw him, how much I actually missed him. I bite my bottom lip and pick up my pace heading towards him and before I knew it, I was running- carefully of course since I am still wearing heels.

"Baby," I sigh and I run into his arms once he drops his luggage and he picks me up as I wrap my arms around his neck, our lips crashing together in a pure intense, longing kiss, lingering and playing as if we hadn't seen each other in months. It certainly felt like it anyways.

"Jeezus fucking christ... I missed you... so fucking much," He says in between his kisses once he lets me down and still holds me to him.

"I missed you too baby," I sigh, and he places his lips on mine once more, lingering and quickly becoming intense. After a few moments he finally parts his lips from me touching his forehead to mine.

"I love you so much," I say sweetly looking up at him and then bite my bottom lip.

"God damn, I fucking love you," He says and his lips were on mine once more.

"Ok, we should, get outta here," I say once I reluctantly pull away from him and touch my lips for a moment remembering his on mine just seconds before. He picks up his luggage and as we walk through the airport lobby together, he takes my hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine and bringing my hand up to his lips, placing sweet kisses to it.

"Damn babe, look at you, you're fucking beautiful," He says so sweetly leaning back and letting his eyes wander over my body from behind and I blush.

"What, this old thing?" I say looking down at myself then back up at him and he raises his eyebrow at me.

"I uh, actually have a meeting that I need to get to once we leave here," I add as he opens the lobby doors for me and lets me step through first.

"Oh shit really?" He says as we step out into the daylight and head towards my car.

"Yea, it shouldn't take long. At least I hope it won't," I say once we approach my car. I walk around to the trunk and open it with the key and Tommy lifts his luggage, setting it down inside, then closes the trunk for me.

"You wanna drive?" I ask, squinting my eyes as I look up at him.

"Fuck babe, you sure?"

"Uh huh," I say and hold up my keys for him to take. " Then you can head back to my place if you want or, do whatever until this meeting thing is done,"

"Ok yea sure, baby," He says and takes the keys from me, leaning down to me and placing his lips on mine. "You make it hard to say no to you when you're wearing that," He adds once he parts from me and I playfully smack his chest as he laughs.

*****

"You sure you don't want me to wait for you?" Tommy asks me as I come around to the driver's side of the car.

"No, it's ok. I don't know how long this is gonna take so..." I trail off glancing at the front doors of the office building. "I'll text when I'm done ok?"

"Ok," He says and I lean down, placing a quick kiss on his lips, then turn and head to the main doors of the building as Tommy watches me walk inside.

I make my way into the main lobby and head towards the elevator. I press the button and wait feeling incredibly nervous about this entire situation.

I've been dreading this meeting since I found out that Chris had sold the house out from under me. Just when I thought our divorce was final, of course I'd get hit with something like this.

Once the elevator reached me, I stepped on and pressed the button going up. With each floor it passed I grew more and more nervous. When it finally stops, I step off walking towards the open main foyer of the lawyers office.

A part of me wishes I had just told Tommy what this meeting is for. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so anxious and stressed about the whole thing.

I reach the front desk and state my name and what I'm here for and the assistant leads me down the hall and to the office door, opening it and stating that I'm here. I'm allowed to step in and once I do, I feel my heart drop out onto the floor.

It was Chris in a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie, sitting at the boardroom table, his hair still short and spiked up a bit, his beard neatly trimmed and those eyes... those incredible blue eyes that I would just lose myself in every time he looked at me that now show seemingly nothing for me at all, and sitting there with his lawyer by his side.

"Ms Cornell, have a seat," The mediator states and gestures to the seat beside my lawyer. I gather my courage and sit down while the mediator begins.

"It has been brought to our attention that Ms Cornell is disputing the Ohai estate, in which the divorce settlement stated that she receive full ownership of the former marital home,"

As our lawyers began to discuss on Chris and I's behalf, it felt like I wasn't in the room anymore. I looked at Chris which I never thought I could do again without just crumbling to absolute pieces and all I wanted to do was scream at him. I'll never understand how we went from being so in love - to the point where if we were in a crowded room it was only him and I that mattered kind of love - to this? I thought this was over and done with last year but he still has to do this.

"What are you doing? Just what do you think this is going to prove?" I blurted out over our lawyer's discussion.

"Andrea, I don't think - " My lawyer tried to interrupt me but I'm too angry to care

"How could you do that? How could you just lie to me and do that behind my back?" I ask him, and he just looks at me.

"Um, can Andrea and I have a few moments alone if that's ok?" Chris says quietly to everyone in the room. The mediator and our lawyers agreed to leave and once the office boardroom door closed, it was just Chris and I left, sitting across from one another, like strangers.

"Andi, I - "

"What? What do you think you could possibly say to me that's gonna make this all better. You fucking sold that house behind my back - "

"I know, I know... but - "

"But what?"

"Would you let me speak?" Chris says loudly and all I could think was how much I wanted to slap him right across his face.

"Look I don't want to fight with you, I just want to do this as calmly as we can. It's just a fucking house Andi," Chris says and it was all I could do to not reach across the table and puch him in the face.

"I can't fucking believe you, it's not about the house and you know that. You went behind my back, then lied about it," I say trying to stay calm but I could tell I was going to lose it at any moment. I can feel myself about to bawl my face off and there's no fucking way I'm letting Chris see me cry.

"Ok then, why are we even fighting about this?" He says.

"I didn't say I didn't want the house, because it's rightfully mine. It's in the divorce papers we signed and agreed to last year. I said the reason I'm angry is because you went behind my back, sold it and lied to me," I say still looking at him fuming inside and he looks down and away from me.

"It's because of her isn't it?" I say after a while of silence between us.

"Who?" He says, flicking his eyes back to me.

"You know who I'm talking about so don't even pretend you don't," I say.

"Andi, I'm not talking about her with you -" He says.

"Like, who are you? What the fuck happened? I don't even know who you are anymore," I say, my voice shaking.

"Who am I? Who are you? You're not exactly the same person either... like Tommy Lee? Really Andi? Do you have any idea who he is? He's a fucking convicted felon on spousal abuse charges-?"

" - No, no, don't you even try and bring him into this. You have no idea of the situation and it's none of your fucking business. At least I didn't fuck him while we were still married, which is more than I can say for you,"

I couldn't believe he was trying to lecture me on Tommy. Like seriously fuck off.

"... and how the fuck did you even find out about him anyways?" I ask angrily.

"People talk Andi, especially when he's not exactly being modest about it," Chris says.

"So what? He loves me and I love him and for the first fucking time in a really long time I'm happy and it's with him and that fucking kills you doesn't it -?"

"- Ok well, I'm not gonna get into this with you, let's just get this over with, and move on," Chris says obviously beginning to feel uncomfortable, and I was loving every minute. It felt good to tell him that I'm in love with someone else. Maybe now he won't think he still has this hold over me.

Suddenly there was a knock on the office boardroom door, then Chris' lawyer pokes his head in. He asks if we were ok and Chris nods for them to come back in the room to finish up with the proceedings.

Once everyone sits down again, my lawyer asks if I'm ok and I say I am, then they pass out the revised agreement contracts for Chris and I to sign. I read it over with my lawyer but I couldn't help but just wish that I could just disappear. I want to run, but I can't.

"Ok so the settlement is, the Cornell name, the items in storage locker 1529 located in Seattle Washington, address 55 Parker Street, for in turn, the marital home located on 1124 Fairmont Rd. in Ohai California. The previous settlement of 15% of any royalties regarding physical sales of recordings, publishing and merchandise to be rewarded to the defendant Andrea Marie O'Riden Cornell is still in place - "

"Just take it all," I say feeling like I'm outside of my body. Like I'm not even here anymore.

"Ms Cornell?"

"Just take it all, I don't want any of it. Take the house, take the name, take everything, I don't want... I don't want it," I say, my voice hitching for a moment.

I have had enough. I don't need anything from anyone and I don't want to fight anymore. It's been 3 fucking godamn years of going back and forth and I'm tired.

"Andrea?" My lawyer asks and everyone just looks at me.

"I mean it, just... I don't want anything, I just want this over with," I say and everyone looks at each other then back at me.

"Are you sure Ms Cornell -?" The mediator says to me.

" -Miss O'Riden and yes. I am definitely sure," I correct him, not meaning to sound rude but I am so over all of this at this point.

They slide the papers back between them and Chris looks at me silently and I keep my eyes on him, hoping my gaze burns him since I have nothing left to fight for in me anymore. They then make last minute adjustments to the settlement and slide the paper over to me. The mediator re-reads the settlement once more and as soon as he was done, I signed it as fast as I could.

#tommy lee #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #terror twins #chris cornell #louder than love crossover #chris cornell fanfiction

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siliquasquama · 1 year

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The Cat with the Onion

Well, now, you're asking not who I am but what I am? Strange way to ask someone about themselves. But sit down and I'll tell ya.

ONCE UPON A TIME, in a land far from here, in a great grand valley, there was a stork.

There are a lot of storks in the world, of course, but only some of them deliver babies. This one, though, didn't deliver a human baby at all. It delivered a cat, an adult cat, a cat wearing big tall boots. And it didn't drop the cat in a swaddling bundle, oh no. The cat was hanging onto the stork's legs. And the stork didn't place the cat gently down, but dropped it from a height.

Well, some folks in the crowd were a little dismayed to see this spectacle, but a great height is no trouble to a cat, especially one wearing boots. So the cat landed with a thump, and a yowl, but it picked itself up and it dusted itself off and then licked itself clean, and everyone could see that it was indeed a cat.

But you'd expect a cat wearing big tall boots to also have a sword. That's the proper form for a cat in boots. Ah, but cats do as they will, don't they? This one had an onion tied to its belt. Everyone did, of course, that was the style at the time -- but the cat did too, and that meant something, though no one was sure what.

So a man in the crowd said "It's a strange little cat alright. We should take it to the Mayor."

And the cat said, "Oh, I was heading that direction myself, if you'll join me."

And so the cat led a big crowd of people towards the Mayor's palace, and not a few of them wondered why the cat wanted to see the man.

The Mayor, whose name happened to be Mister Mayor (everyone said he was a shoo-in for the job, and not just because it was hereditary), stomped out of his palace in his own big tall boots, and he looked at the little cat with the boots and the onion, and he said, "What do you mean by it, eh? Why've you got no sword, cat? Cats in boots are supposed to have swords. That's how it's done."

And the cat said, "Why, Mister Mayor, to be sure, it is the proper form, but I care for what is effective, not what is proper. And I must tell you, the thing heading toward your city will not respond to one little sword, or a hundred. But with an onion, I can make it weep."

And so the little cat with the big boots was put in charge of the city's defenses. Just in time, too, for soon people saw the wine in their goblets rippling, and on the horizon there appeared a great monster, a gigantic lizard on two big hind legs with two tiny little arms in front, and a head so big it looked like it could take a bite out of a mountain, and teeth as long as the spire on the church. And it roared, so loud that it shook everyone's bones, even from far away.

And the big lizard stomped its way toward the city -- Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! And as it got closer, everybody jumped with each stomp. And as it got closer, everybody had to put their hands over their ears as it roared. And as it got even closer, everybody had to hold their noses because of its stinky breath.And then it drew closer, right up to the city walls, and its head looked like it could take a bit out of the sky, and it roared so loud everyone stumbled backward.

And the cat said, "Batter up!" And it wound up and chucked the onion as hard as it could. And the onion smacked the big lizard right in the top of the open mouth, which startled it enough to stop it in its tracks. And then it started to cough, and big tears fell from its eyes, tears so big that they made a pond as they fell. And the cat said, "Big lizards don't like onions! Everyone chuck your onion into its mouth!"

And so everyone did, and the big mouth was so big it was easy even for a little bitty child to toss an onion in. And the big lizard ate all the onions, and it coughed and it coughed and ic coughed, so hard it blew everyone off the walls, and it cried so many tears that the pond beneath it became a great river. And then it fell into the water, raising a mighty splash that swept some of the wall away.

Well, after that there was a fair amount of repair work to do, and farmers to compensate for their flooded fields, but there was also so much lizard meat to smoke and salt and store away that everyone in the city would not go hungry for many long years. So everyone hailed the little cat as a hero, and they gave it all their onions.

Which was a problem, because cats don't like onions either. So the cat in the boots chucked all those onions at an army that was trying to invade the city from the north, and the army cried so many tears that they made another river.

And Mister mayor said, "Cat, if you keep doing that, we're going to wind up in the middle of a big lake. Why don't you go out questing, and if you do enough for us, we will reward you."

So the cat left the city limits with its big bag of onions, and it went on many quests for the sake of the city, vanquishing monsters and making many foes weep, so that everywhere the cat went, there was a new pond, a new lake, a new river.

But, by and by, the cat's foes got wise to the onion trick, and they started wearing goggles and gas masks. And the cat could not vanquish them as it had done so easily. So one day, the cat went to the witch of the woods, and said, "Witch of the woods, I'd like to ask you a great favor. For once in my nine lives, I need a sword."

And the witch said, "Oh, goodness, I hardly know what that is! But I will make you an onion sword, little cat. All I need in return is five bees."

And the cat said, "Will a quarter-dollar piece do?"

And the witch said, "Quarter? Dollar? I said bees, cat, not coin. Real bees."

So the cat went into the woods with an onion and searched for a bee hive. When it found one, it realized it had no way to make smoke to smoke the bees out. So it took the onion and broke it in its hands, and crushed the pieces, and the smell was enough to make the bees fill up with honey and hide anyway. Save for five little bees who had been asleep, and were woken up by the smell, too late to escape. The cat scooped them up and took them back to the witch.

"Five real bees," said the cat, "and my apologies. Where I come from, we call five-cent pieces 'bees', for reasons I cannot fathom."

"That's quite alright," said the witch of the woods. "Now I shall make your onion sword." And the witch went to their forge, and took the onions and beat them and smelted them and did all the things a blacksmith does to make a sword], and the witch chanted many strange things no one has ever heard, and by the end of the task, they had made a sword, and a sheathe to go with it.

And they handed the sheathed sword to the cat, and said, "Mind you wear a gas mask when you draw that sword, little cat, and only draw it in direst need."

So the cat took its new sword, and went questing again. It vanquished foes left and right with nary more effort than drawing its sword a little out of the sheathe, and they could cough and cough and cry many tears, and so the world became soggier and soggier.

One day a cat in big tall boots and a gas mask came up to the gates of the city wearing an onion sword, and it demanded entrance. But the mayor, whose name was Mister Mayor, stood on the wall atop the gate, and said, "We cannot let you enter."

"Long have I fought for you," said the cat. "I have earned my place in your city, I have earned my place on your councils. I have vanquished your foes. Will you not reward me?"

"You have turned all the land into bogs and swamps and ponds," said the mayor. "You have made it a soggier place, when the people are used to growing onions in drier earth. We will not reward you."

"Then I will show you what you have earned," said the cat, and it drew its sword fully out of its sheathe.

And all the people of the city coughed and coughed, and they wept and they wept, and they cried all the tears one could cry, so many tears that all the land was flooded even more, connecting swamp to swamp and pond to pond and river to river, until it was all one, and the great grand valley became a great grand lake, the widest the world has ever seen or will ever see. Though it was very shallow.

All the people scorned the cat and hurled curses at it. But the cat cared nothing for their annoyance.

By and by, the city adapted to its new circumstance, turning to the fishing trade and building small fishing boats for all and sundry, sending small trading ships far and wide and growing richer than before. But this put it in competition with a greater city on the other side of the lake. The people of that city decided they would send a navy to conquer their rival.

The people of the cat's city were frightened. They had not had time to put together more than a few small fighting ships, so focused had they been on building fishing boats. They did not have time to hire mercenary fleets, because the enemy was already on the horizon.

So they turned to the cat, and the cat said, "If I save you, you must reward me this time. But if you would have me save you, you must brace yourselves, for I will do just as I have done." And the cat drew the onion sword fully out of its sheathe, and all the people coughed and coughed, and they cried many tears, and all their coughing stirred up the rushing water, and sent it in a great wave at the enemy fleet, and all the ships were sunk.

The city was good to its word, and they made the cat the new mayor, and sang many songs of praise to the cat for their deliverance. So the sea came to be called the Cat's Paean Sea, though many years have passed and the name might have gotten muddled by now.

Now, in all that, I bet you're wondering where I was. Well, I'm not the cat. I'm the witch. Always helping people if they ask, otherwise keeping my own counsel, busy with my own unpredictable business. If you will excuse me, I have to go plant some onions.

#fairy tale #folk tale #yes this is also a feghoot #I am not sorry

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