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[balfazuar]

I stand by what I believe in

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1211

Chapter 32:

The Road was silent and empty, the tension between the three of you thick.

After Billy confessed that he was looking to find his brother at the end of the road, you had all remained quiet and simply kept walking.

No one brought up what Evanora said about Agatha and You, what happened to Alice or what they witnessed at the last trial.

You walked at Billy's right side and Agatha at his left; leaving him trapped between the two of you.

He said nothing more for a while, but it was because he was trying to use his powers. Well, not his magic based on but the other set he had inherited; most likely from Wanda.

Billy had the ability to read minds, at least with some partial control. Either he had to be very close emotionally with someone to easily access their thoughts and establish a connection, or try really hard.

And that's what he did, trying to focus first on Agatha and then on you. Yet the more he tried, the more blocks he found; as if his ability could not bypass your minds and find your thoughts.

With you, he was not fully surprised but with Agatha... she was magicless. He should have been able to get something out of her, but all of his attempts have been futile.

What he didn't know was the fact that both of you could sense him, and you also took notice of his little frown; a big clue that he was mentally struggling with something.

In this case, the mental barriers you both had established to keep noisy telepaths out of your heads.

"You'll get a nosebleed trying that hard to read our minds." Agatha said, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "Especially hers," she motioned for you. "She is immune to noisy telepaths and mind readers."

Billy looked at you, surprised.

You shrugged your shoulders. "It's part of my magic. It neuters and blocks anything foreign." You explained. "It would take a very strong magic individual to be able to bypass it"

"Hmmm," he exclaimed and kept walking, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation or admit out loud that he was trying to snoop around with his abilities.

"You just can ask me your questions. Aloud." Agatha said, not liking this silence that silently existed between the three of you.

Plus, she was curious to find more about this Billy. What he had in mind or wished to know, what he thought and questioned. Now that there was no stupid sigil to stop him from exposing everything.

She just had to tread this carefully.

"Okay, then, where's Rio?" Billy asked, and you smirked on amusement, at both how smart the boy was and how quicky he cornered Agatha.

Agatha cleared her throat. "Not that question."

Billy looked at you, hoping you would offer some insight into this creepy green witch with questionable motives and loyalties.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't say anything," you replied softly as you pushed a small branch to the side and allowed the others to walk first before you followed them.

"Is Wanda Maximoff really dead?" He asked next, and you turned your head to face Agatha, curious about that as well.

"Yes." She said with confidence but quickly changed her mind. "No. Maybe."

"Did you see a body?"

Agatha got a flash of the morgue body she saw while fighting to escape Wanda's spell and be free of this stupid Agnes persona that she was forced to have for three whole years.

"Yes, I did."

"Did anybody else?"

She thought for a moment. "It's hard to say." She confessed honestly and yet received a questionable look from the boy by her side. "Hey, you want straight answers, ask a straight lady."

You scoffed in amusement and had to place your hand in front of your mouth to hide your laughter that was threatening to come out.

Once you calmed down faintly, you saw the others looking at you. "Don't look at me like that. It was funny... and accurate," you bemused. "Plus, let's admit there is not really a straight person in this coven...or any coven I have met."

Agatha nodded. "Straight people and coven do not mix."

It was Billy's turn to scoff. "Oh, please. That's just a rumour. "

You and Agatha smirked, but it was your lover who chose to comment first.

"Is it now?" She questioned rhetorically. "Then, please, do your research and find me a coven that did not have questionable romantic preferences. I will wait. "

Billy opened his mouth to argue, but he came to realize he didn't truly know any covens in real life. The covens he studied and read about was not a lot of accurate information to trust.

Before he could think of something to save himself from yet another embarassment, he too notice of something up ahead.

Everyone came to a halt and observed your next trial, this time a haunting dark eyrie castle on top of a rock. Even the clouds and the background seemed to match its aesthetic.

"This is new," Agatha commented.

"I have a bad feeling bout this," you confessed and rubbed your hands faintly, feeling your hair stand on end in warning.

"We don't really have much of a choice," Billy reminded you.

Left with nothing else to say, you continued down the path; mentally preparing yourself for what is to come.

Billy and you had yet to face your trials, which both comforted and also worried you. On one hand, if the next trial was for any of you two, it meant you could be okay even if Jen and Liia join later.

But godess help if the trial is for Lilia or Rio, for it would not end well unless they would magically appear right on time, summoned by the road.

You were not sure if that was possible, for last time you, Agatha, and the coven had not gotten separated. Instead, you have stuck together even if some of your fellow witches perished on the way.

You came to a halt in front of the gothic huge wooden double door, two heavy metallic rings with intricate designs right in the middle; an old but familiar to you way of knocking on doors before door bells were invented.

"Guess we don't knock, right?" Billy asked, looking at you and Agatha.

"We didn't the last time," you reminded him. "Or any of the last times," you continued in a mumble.

"Then why do you do now?" Agatha questioned rhetorically and pushed the heavy doors or at least tried. "They look far lighter than they are," she grunted, trying not to make a joke out of herself because she knew Billy would never let it go.

Thankfully, Jen was not present, for she would have commented already and not in a nice way.

You looked at Billy and then chose to join her, doing your best to push against the heavy doors. Eventually, your combined efforts seemed to pay off, and you managed to make a big enough gap to pass through; darkness blocked your vision for a moment before things cleared.

And once you could see again, you came face to face with your next trial.

Chapter 33

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Chart Topper - Remastered

An old reader favorite, featuring the wonderful content of @snugglebunnyreturns. Sorry this one took so long!

"What's the matter, sweetie? Why ya lookin' so blushy?

"What's that? Oh, your picture up there on the fridge? Well, after your little mishaps the other day, I thought it might be good to give potty training another try. And yes, this means we're going back to pullups for a little while.

“Oh, you think it was just your big girl juice that caused your accidents? Well, then you should have no trouble at all graduating right back to big girl panties! But until then, you’re going to have to stay in your trainers, and you’re going to have to follow Daddy’s rules - and yes, that means no going potty on your own. 

"No buts about it, young lady! You can have your potty privileges back when you've earned them. And if there's any question, then we can just check the chart, now, can't we?"

"Now, now, why the pouty face? It wasn't so bad - you made three whole trips to the potty today, and I was very impressed with the way you washed your hands all by yourself!

"You think you woulda done better if I'd taken you to the potty sooner? Well, I'm sorry, princess, but Daddy was busy then, and rules are rules. Do you think all those big kids who graduated from potty training did it by making excuses? Hmmm? I didn't think so.

"And no, I'm not going to be taking the chart down just because the Petersons are coming over. You might just be a big girl soon, and Daddy’s very proud of his little learner."

"Now, princess, what did we say about being a poutypants? I would have used a picture of a dry pullup for today's chart, but we didn't have very many of those, now, did we?

"Oh, you thought it was blushy when the Petersons came over and saw your picture there? Was it more blushy than when you made a messy in front of them? 

"Well, of course I couldn't take you to the potty then - it would be bad manners to interrupt the guests. Go by yourself? Oh, no, no, no, you're much too little to be doing that - or do I need to remind you why up here?

"You know, I really hoped you might be ready for potty training, princess. But a few more days like this, and…"

"Tsk tsk tsk."

[holylulusworld]

Girls just want to have fun

Summary: Girls just want to have fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: partying, drinking, dancing, ladies’ night

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Inspired by Cindy Lauper's song "Girls just want to have fun"

It’s a damn good night. You feel good, and maybe you’re a little tipsy.

After months of being cramped in sleazy motel rooms with the Winchesters and fighting battle after battle, you finally got the chance to have a night out. It’s ladies’ night with karaoke and free drinks at the bar in town.

“Yes! Show them what you got!” you cheer your friends on, raising your glass. Jo, Charlie, and Bela are on the stag singing we will rock you. You’re not much of a singer, but you like to watch your friends having fun.

“They had too much wine,” Donna laughs because Charlie wants to try out stage diving. “There are like three people. They cannot catch her fall.”

“Nah, she’s like a cat and lands on her paws!” You exclaim loudly. “Believe me, she got this. A girl who fuck’s Dick Roman and Leviathans over can rock a stage dive too.”

“She will get hurt,” Jody worriedly watches Charlie stagger on the stage. “I can’t even look.”

“Wait! I got an idea,” you get your phone out to call Sam and Dean. “Guys, we have an emergency. You need to come to the bar. We need your help.”

You end the call before Dean can ask what happened, or if he needs to bring the big guns. While you order another drink and tell Charlie to wait for her stage dive a little longer, Sam and Dean run toward the garage at the bunker.

“What the…?” Dean watches Jo, Charlie, and Bela sing another song. Charlie waves at Dean while Bela blows a kiss at Sam. “Sammy, what has gotten into them? Do you think it’s a wrath? A ghost maybe?”

“Uh-Dean. I don’t think this is the supernatural kind of emergency,” Sam smirks at Bela who undresses him with her eyes. “I think they are having fun, is all.”

“What? Fun!” Alerted Dean storms toward you to snatch the drink you just ordered out of your hands. “Y/N, I hope you’ve got a damn good explanation why you called me. This doesn't look like an emergency.”

“It is!” you grab his arm to guide Dean toward the stage. “You see.” You point at Charlie on the stage. She giggles and walks toward the edge. “Charlie wants to try her first stage dive. We need strong men to catch her.”

“Stage dive – what?” Dean blinks a few times. “You’ve got to be shitting me! No more drinks for you.”

“Aw, but Deano,” you pat his chest with both hands. “Girls just want to have fun sometimes.” You lean closer to nuzzle his chin with your nose. “Please for me. Catch Charlie.”

Dean purses his lips. “This is far too dangerous! She could get hurt!”

“You sound like a dad,” you grin. “Deano, come on. Live a little.”

“What’s going on?” Sam finally joins your little conversation. “Where is the emergency, Y/N?”

“Charlie wants to stage dive. Y/N came up with the brilliant idea that we can catch Charlie,” Dean huffs. “She called us for a stage dive, Sammy.”

“Hmmm…” Sam looks at the stage, at the ground, and then at his hands. “If we team up, we can do it, Dean.”

Dean turns his head like in slow motion, to gape at his brother. “Did you hit your head, Sammy? What if she misses us and ends up on the ground? Charlie could get seriously hurt.”

“Deano, please,” you fist his Henley, tugging hard. In a hurry, he didn’t put on a plaid or a jacket. “I’ll make you pie tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be hangover tomorrow,” he points out. “If she gets hurt, you’ll take the blame.”

Dean walks toward the stage to talk to Charlie. He’s still not convinced this will work, but he’ll do it for Charlie and you.

“We can help,” Sam says. He walks toward the stage, followed by Castiel, Jack, and Gabriel who popped up Out of nowhere.

“Don’t tell me she called you too…” Dean sighs deeply. “Fine, let’s do this…”

And then, you all joined Dean to give Charlie the chance to have her first stage dive.

Sometimes girls just want to have fun.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday - Introductions

A/N: Entirely written on my phone. Apologies for errors!

A/N2: This chapter is mainly an introduction to the setting and the majority of the characters. It'll be different readers for each character (give or take).

Ok, first day, very important to not make an idiot of yourself. That's been your internal mantra for the entire commute. You've been really hoping it'll help you out today.

You've gotten a ticket to take to IT for your new work laptop but you got lost trying to find your way there. You look around at the signs, trying to figure it out when someone gently coughs to get your attention. Turning you see a tall, lean man with short blondish brown hair and light blue eyes.

"Do you need some help?" His accent and soft tone help soothe your nerves.

"Um..." you hesitate. "I'm, I'm trying to find the IT department?"

His eyes widen as he smiles, "you must be the new hire." You nod and he holds out his hand, "I'm Jonathan, manager of the IT department. I'll show you the way."

He talks as he guides you to the one section of the building you hadn't been to yet.

"Here is our own little corner of the world," Jonathan gestures around the open area. "For a new employee you're going to want to talk to Jake." He points to a young man with spiky hair, glasses and a goatee who's talking on the phone.

"Ain't gonna happen for a while." A large bear of a man with a beard and a bald top, wearing a Lynyrd Skinner shirt steps towards you. "He's helping that little old lady on the third floor that never remembers her password."

"Ah, yes," Jonathan winces. "She is quite the talker." He looks to you and introduces the second man as Syverson. "We both run the department but Sy is better at managing the employees while I'm better at convincing the higher ups to give us a better budget."

"One of th' smoothest talkers I've ever worked with," Sy grins. "As far as your laptop, you wait right here an' I'll go get from Walter. He's our main hardware guy. Then we'll get...hmmm." He looks around as he ponders.

"Johnny is currently mid battle with that hacker he keeps toying with," Jonathan muses. "How is Ransom's mood today?"

Sy snorts, "same as always. Definitely don't wanna scare the lady away." He snaps his fingers, "Rogers!"

A head pops out of a cubicle, "you call?"

"Got a new employee," Sy explains. "Gonna need you to help her get her laptop setup." Sy turns and heads to where you're guessing Walter is with the hardware you'll need.

You turn back to where Steve was situated and almost jump at seeing him so close. He's huge but you didn't hear him at all! The big and tall blonde man's eyes are shining with enthusiasm.

He holds out his hand and you introduce yourself. "It's nice to meet you. Not a lot of new people around here lately. I work with the designs for our internal programs. Me and Bucky," he gestures back to his cubicle, "work together on the UX and accessibility stuff for the external website."

"That's impressive," you nod, practically hypnotized by his eyes. And his muscles, if you're being honest with yourself.

Sy returns and hands Steve the laptop. "Follow me," Steve smiles as he turns. You try your best to fight the urge to ogle his ass. It's your first day and you don't want to already make a fool of yourself! No matter how handsome these guys are.

Steve takes you through the setup. He's incredibly patient and kind. Plus his voice could keep your attention forever. He's going through some of the standard company security stuff when there's a knock. You both turn and you see a burly man with a beanie and a beard so full you almost miss the lip piercing.

"Hey, Curtis. What's up?"

"Bucky's out getting another coffee," Curtis starts. "Need you to tell him I've got the code worked out for the next update and need him to check the legacy compatibility."

"Sure thing," Steve nods and Curtis heads back to whenever he'd been.

"Don't you have an internal communications thing for this?" You're surprised that someone has to intervene in the communication.

Steve chuckles as he pulls out his phone. "Bucky never responds to work stuff while he's out, even just to a cafe. But there's a time crunch on this and I'm the only person he'll actually check his phone for."

"Oh," is all you can say.

Steve finishes his text and gets back to your training. When you're done you thank him for everything and he blushes a little.

"If you want I can help you with the physical setup at your desk?" He almost looks like he's pleading for you to say yes.

"It won't be a problem? I don't want to get you in trouble."

"Not at all," he assures. "Besides, I don't want to be here for the upcoming Bucky and Curtis debate."

You giggle nervously, "ok. And thank you!"

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In Need Of An Heir Pt 4

Aemond (Canon Era) X (Baratheon! Reader)

Warnings Below

Word Count: 1,874

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Warnings: mentions of forced marriage, Religious guilt.

Aemond watches you and Royce make a hasty exit from the dinner after being excused. As soon as the doors shut behind you, Aegon breaks out into a hearty laugh.

"I see you have charmed your betrothed brother. She seems truly smitten!"

Aemond looks straight at Aegon. Face stoic and cold. "So it seems." This just makes Aegon laugh harder.

"I'm sure that she is just nervous. A marriage is a big step. She is leaving her home and living somewhere new. With people she hardly knows, we would all do well to try and make her feel more comfortable. " Alicent looks at Aemond as she says this. Her usual way of asking him to do something without actually asking him.

His face remains still. There are a lot of things he will do if his mother so wishes. Going out of his way to make this girl comfortable is not one of them. Making people comfortable isn't something that he excels at, and he's self-aware.

He already has plans for the coming week. Ignore everyone and everything as much as possible. Train and attend councils as necessary and assist Criston, who is the current hand of the king, in keeping an ever watchful eye on Aegon, and that's it. Nowhere in that schedule is there room to spend time with this girl and make her comfortable. He will have to spend enough of his life with her. He should at least enjoy what time he has left.

So that is exactly what he does. The whole week goes by pretty quickly. His mother didn't bother him with much of the wedding plans, though she did ask him to meet with the jeweler to choose a necklace for his bride.

"Make sure to choose something special. This will be your first gift to her." She had said.

The jeweler has several necklaces laid out for Aemond to choose from. Most being beautiful rubies or emeralds. He spots a beautiful citrine necklace. He picks it up, turning the jewel between his fingers a few times. Maybe the yellow color will remind her of home. Make her more comfortable as his mother had suggested.

He holds the citrine necklace in his hand as he continues to peruse the other available choices when his eye stops on a beautiful sapphire necklace. His hand involuntarily passes over his eye patch.

"Make a connection" more words of wisdom from his mother.

He puts the citrine necklace down and picks up the sapphire. "This one," he rubs his thumb over the flat surface of the stone before handing it to the jeweler.

He leaves the room quickly after that, heading to his mother's chambers. She wanted to have a brief meeting with him before the wedding, which he has been putting off all week. Seeing as the wedding was tomorrow, he couldn't put it off any longer, so reluctantly, he makes the trip through the winding corridors to his mother's apartments.

As he rounds the corner, he spots your small frame. Hunched over arm outstretched on the wall, no doubt supporting your weight.

He can hear you groan out loud as he gets closer.

"Is everything alright, my lady?" He knows the true answer to this is an unequivocal no. You are being forced to marry him tomorrow after all.

When you turn and look at him, he doesn't see the fear he had seen at dinner. He can't quite place exactly what it is he sees. Your big eyes travel up and down his body.

He hates to be seen. Truly seen. Looked at gawked at like some sort of beast. What does she see? A man? A prince? A monster? He can't be sure, and it's that thought that terrifies him.

"Oh..... yes, my prince just l....... ummm big day tomorrow"

"Hmmm," he clicks his tongue as he observes you, as if trying to find any sort of sign that will tell him what it is you were thinking. What was really going on in your head.

"Are you due to visit my mother?"

"Oh no, just left her company, actually," he tries to think of some way to keep the conversation going. Maybe have a brief conversation before being wed in front of the gods.

His mind is blank and quickly gives up on this idea. "Very well then, I will keep you no longer." he walks towards his mother's door quickly and gently knocks on the door.

Never before has he wished for his mother to answer the door quickly the way he does in this moment.

You curtsy and walk off. He sees this out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps his head straightforward.

His mind is racing as he waits for his mother to answer the door, he hates not knowing things. He prides himself on knowing more than anyone else in the room. But with this. His marriage, his bride, he knows next to nothing.

Finally a chambermaid opens the door, before she has a chance to greet or curtsy Aemond walks briskly past her and into his mothers apartments.

"Mother..." his demeanor is cold but his mother knows him better than anyone. His cool facade never works on her.

"Sit Aemond, there are a few things i wish to discuss before tomorrow" she gestures to the chair directly across from her.

He sits down curling his fingers over the end of the armrest. Scratching briefly at the wood with his fingernails.

"so, as you know tomorrow you are to be married"

he sighs and looks up at the ceiling "I'm aware"

"I want to review the process, where you will stand all of those things...... but first, I want to speak to you regarding the wedding night."

He rolls his eye and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "There is no need to discuss this mother, I know what is expected of me and will see it done"

"There is another person in this equation Aemond, I have been exactly where she is. I just mean to bring that to your attention. How you treat her on your wedding night may effect the way your entire marriage plays out. Mutual respect and care, gentleness and understanding. This isn't simply a duty to be done." She is looking at him with a solemn expression. "I just ask that you take this into consideration. That she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe"

he simply nods in understanding. Not wanting to discuss this topic any further.

"You will have some work to do in regards to showing her that you are in fact a decent man" she says this with some disdain. A tone she rarely uses when she speaks to him. A tone she uses when she talks about one particular subject. A subject he again would rather not discuss.

"Is that so? Have I already wronged her in some way?" He chuckles as he leans back in his chair. He knows exactly what his mother is referring to and it irritates him. he fancies himself a patient man though others may disagree. He does not however have any patience for being judged, right or wrong what he has done, the sins he has committed are between him and the gods and he will not explain himself to another person. That includes his mother and his soon to be wife.

"You had already made a promise to wed her and be a loyal dutiful husband when you..... took part in certain activities, so yes in a manner of speaking you have in fact wronged her in a way. But not just her. The gods of which you are about to stand in front of and be wed." She gives him that scalding look of disappointment he hates so much.

"I see" He hates that his mother is right. He prides himself on fulfilling his duties, keeping his oaths. "Well seeing as the ability to travel back in time escapes me, it seems she will have to make do."

"Just something to be mindful of" she says gently, and from there the conversation breaks out into the specifics of the wedding. Where to be and when, how the procession will take place who will do what.

Once his mother finally dismisses him he exits her apartments swiftly making his way back to his chambers. He intends to spend the rest of the day there. In his solitude, a book in hand, and that is exactly what he does. He has his supper alone in his chambers and lays down to rest much earlier than usual.

Though he is laying down sleep does not come. Tomorrow ever watchful eyes will be on him. The eyes of his mother, his brother, his bride, so many others, but most of all the gods.

The gods he knows he has no doubt disappointed. He is a kin slayer, a murderer, he has been lustful, violent, driven by revenge and hate, and now he is to stand before those same gods who's principles he has betrayed and ask them to bless the union of his marriage.

He can only hope his bride has enough goodness for the both of them.

When the morning finally comes he moves swiftly. This is what he is best at. Being given a duty to fulfill and seeing it done through to completion. He dawns some of his best attire makes his way down to the sept earlier than anticipated.

He enters the large hall of the Sept and runs his hand over the corners of the benches as he walks through. It is decorated beautifully as his mother no doubt commissioned. It seems so frivolous. To spend the money on such an affair when the common folk are suffering after the war. Especially those trying to rebuild in the Riverlands.

It needs to be done. So it will be done.

Aemond waits patiently while the others make their way to the Sept. The hall fills with people as he is directed to his post. His battle station. The voices that were filling the sept are being quieted as everyone makes their way to their assigned positions. Aemond stares ahead at the empty space where his bride will soon stand and waits.

He turns and nods his head only when his brother is carried in and placed at the front of the observers. his eyes on Aemond a lazy smile on his face.

After that he stares blankly ahead and waits for the sound of those big doors opening. The sound of his bride making her way to him.

When he hears the doors open he closes his eye and takes a deep breath, not turning his head but remaining forward facing.

it's not long before she is stationed before him. Her hair looks beautiful, her dress looks beautiful, but she looks frightened.

"she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe" his mothers words play through his head.

He gives her a small smile.

As with all of his duties he shall see this completed.

Part 5

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

I know you JUST reopened your asks and I'm sorry to jump right in but I have just had the funniest idea and I have to share!

you know how some people personify/give names to body parts especially ones that they're obsessed with? imagine reader doing that to Königs dick, telling she's missed him and her best friend while grabbing his crotch. theyre cuddling on the bed and she tells him she has to do some catching up with "his majesty" before diving under the covers to stroke him and take him into her mouth. he is ofc gonna be thrilled about this, finally he's getting the treatment he's always craved, he teases her once that she loves his dick more than she loves him, and chuckles when she just responds with a "hmmm~". but then he's laying in his bed, his lady to his side and he just can't seem to sleep...a familiar feeling is clawing at him and sour taste in his mouth keeps him up...she can't be...right?

TL;DR : König is now jealous of his own cock :(

Lmao König getting jealous of his cock is only canon

I mean he’s only human. Knows that his height and mass are his strong suits, he’s aware he’s rather big down there and that his dick is vaguely pretty (as far as horse cocks go). It strokes his ego like nothing else to see you gasp and giggle when you see it, you look like it’s your birthday everytime he unzips his pants. You’re his one woman cult and König couldn’t be happier!

But… there are two sides to this coin.

First he’s happy about getting so much attention, he feels like a sex god when he’s with you, but then comes the upset and the angy. Is his dick the only thing you’re attracted to? :/

Yes he knows he’s big, yes he knows he’s tall. But do you even like him…? Do you even adore his jokes?? Your eyes are always sparkling when you see his crotch, now Entschuldigung but his eyes are up here :( You're a naughty little minx, and on top of everything only giggle under the covers when he asks if you still love him. “I’ll show you how much,” you say, but that’s not what he meant! He needs you to say it like you're Romeo and Juliet!!

Call him old-fashioned but he needs you to whisper it to him when you’re cuddling. Or better yet, when he’s inside you, looking into your eyes until your lower lip starts to tremble with emotion. He wants you to say it with tears in your eyes while he’s balls deep inside you, holding your hand. Babbling about how much you love his cock doesn’t count!

[lesbianoms]

Middle-aged woman who's had a few kids in her time, misses having a tummy but obviously isn't going to get pregnant again. SO she squares the circle by keeping you in her belly so she can look cute while in the mirror and wear her old maternity clothes~

YES!!! 😵‍💫 This is hot. My entire purpose in life is to fulfill her rapidly swelling ego… almost as swollen as I’m gonna make her belly be~

I think it’s even better if I’m a bit unwilling at first. She swallows me up while I’m begging her to let me go, while I’m pleading for my own autonomy, trying my damndest to convince her that she shouldn’t do this to me, that I have my own life I wanna live-

All casually dismissed with one final, thick, slimy gulp as I slowly descend down as a bulge on her throat, destined to live out the rest of my days as a twitching, wriggling bulge in her tight belly 🥵

The fabric stretches thin over me as she huffs and pats her stomach, posing in the mirror, admiring my new trapped form. I can whimper and yell all I like but nobody can hear me except for her. She rubs me possessively, saying how I look better this way.

She has to lie to her husband. Tells him that she’d been keeping their next child a secret from him. And eventually he’ll find out the truth, but who cares? What’s done is done. Maybe he even gets a bit jealous at night when his wife is lying in bed, soothing me, running her fingers across the outside of my home, whispering reassuring words and phrases to me…

“You’ve made mama’s belly so big, hon… you look so cute on me, just resting in there 💕 you’re so hot as a big bulge in my tummy”

Honestly the idea of a jealous husband in this scenario makes me go crazy it’s just so soooo good on so many levels ❤️

Eventually I settle down in there. Unable to escape my fate as food, as fodder for my pred lady’s appearance. I’m still alive in there but nobody ever hears from me again…. hmmm… what a wonderful ending to my story~

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Thinking about if Alastor’s twins were like the shining twins…

-freaks everyone out, especially because both never drop their sharp toothed smiles.

-their big eyes stare into your soul.

-something they know a little TOO well because they will stare at whoever just to mess with them.

“Where’s the popsicles?” Charlie hums to herself at the frozen refrigerator.

She hears some giggling behind her, catching both little deer girls with the popsicle box.

“Hey girls! Can I get one of those?”

They both simultaneously stop laughing and instead stare at the woman.

“…”

“Uh..” Charlie repeats her question.

They both continue staring, their smile still on their face as they continue to eat their popsicles. Making no move to give one to the Princess of Hell.

It’s a good minute before Charlie just backs away quietly. Walking away with her feelings hurt for being ignored 🥺 (poor Charlie why did I do her like that 😭)

-they WILL speak in unison because they know how uncomfortable people get.

“We’ve been watching you.” *little giggle* 👹

“I’m not doing this. I’M NOT DOING THIS!” Vaggie exclaims running out of the hotel.

-when there is an option for peace or violence they WILL choose violence.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” Vox says.

“Like an ugly primbly bitch 👹”

-I could see them both tying up some horrible sinner and giving them a makeover. Alastor catches them and is deeply amused.

“Ladies~ what did mother say about kidnapping sinners from the street?~”

“But father we’d like to play with her.”

“She’d look much better with more eyeshadow.”

“Yes indeed, we are helping her look more pretty. She’s ugly right now.”

The father of two gives them both looks, his smile stretching maliciously at the wayward sinner begging him to save her.

“Hmmm…very well then! Don’t tell your mother!”

“Thank you papa.” Both say.

Both love you dearly.

After a long day of tormenting others and hurting everyone’s self-esteem, you can find them curled up in your lap reading a story for bedtime.

When they’re tired enough, you’ll tuck them in bed and land little smooches on their foreheads.

When you leave them to sleep and they’re sure you’re gone, they’ll open their eyes to stare at one another.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“…”

“Let’s eat 👹”

Cue them raiding the kitchen and eating everything 👁️👄👁️

The next day:

“WHY IS THERE NO FOOD?”

*little giggle* 👹

Idk why I like making them unhinged lol

No because I love this too and you know that they would 1000% torment Valentino and Vox.

But when the reader catches them they dropped the act because they don't want to make Ma'ma mad.

The reader make's them apologize to Charlie and Vaggie.

This is just perfection.

[vulpixisananimal]

(Isabeau) (Polaris and Wren blong to @neoncityrain and @fungal--wastes)

"Night, big guy!"

"Night, tall lady!"

(You and Vixul waved goodnight and headed to your own rooms. She was alright! A good fighter, confident, fun; you're leaving tomorrow, so hopefully you'll see her again.)

(Today in general had been nice, nothing too crazy, just, nice. You helped Jan get the homestead ready for the winter rush, did some training, packed and prepared for leaving tomorrow, you were ready for bed. You open the door, Siffrin had already headed to bed, so, hopefully you wouldn't, w-walk in on them again. . .)

(You walk in and close the door, then stop. You were stuck in place, eyes wide, a strike went through your heart at the scene before you.)

(Siffrin, p-probably not Siffrin actually, was laying on their side, head held in one hand, the other on their hip. They had a wide, cheeky smile, and they had no top on. The star-shaped scars on their body from that day in Dormont looked like a galaxy. The two long mystery scars Siffrin had on their chest were like comets. You were blushing at the sight, blushing like CRAZY.)

"Hello, fighter~" (O-okay!!! It was Loop!!! Got it!!) "So kind of you to join me on this wonderful night!"

"H-HiLoop-" (You let out with a squeak.)

(Loop smiled wider.) "Stunned at the sight of me?"

"Y-yep-!" (Your head sunk into your shoulders and looked away.)

"What? Really?" (Loop said in a mock jokey voice.) "Nooooo but I'm just wearing my nighties~ We have such a big day tomorrow!"

"R-right! Uh-" (You stepped more into the room, trying to make yourself small.) "I-Iuh, it's, yes! Big day! and, uh-"

"And~" (Their smile widened.) "Those mean, mean headmates have kept me away from you ever since that moment~"

(You cover your ever growing blush with your hands.) "BGHNHBDNSDSDB"

"Awwww, too much~?" (Loop rolls onto their front.) "You look tired, Fighter~ you should get changed, I wont look~ Probably~"

(That "probably" was making you just a little bit normal, but, they were right. You were tired from the day, so, so it's time to! You get changed quickly, trying not to think about if Loop is or is not looking at you.)

(You finish up, take a breath, and turn around. Loop was all nice and cozy under the blankets in bed; eyes closed. You breathe a sigh of relief.) "A-all done!"

(They open their eye.) "Stunning, fighter~"

"T-thanks-!" (You squeak. You walk over to your side of the bed and tuck in.)

(Not a moment later Loop was cuddled right up next to you. They looked so, so cute. So sweet. . . You were both facing eachother on your side, and you noticed that despite their cool exterior, they were blushing as much as you were. You spent a few moments just. . . Staring at each other.)

(They put an arm around you, you an arm around them. They pulled themself to your chest. You wrapped them up close. It was like this that you, again, remained silent for some time.)

". . . I. . ." (You finally broke the silence, it was a single letter, but it was broken.)

(Loop retrieved their head from the warmth of your chest and looked up at you.) "Yeeeees~?"

". . . U-uh-" (You look away, shy.) "I just. . . . H-how, how long?"

"Hmmm?"

". . . H-how, long have you, been feeling. . ."

(Loop places a hand on your cheek, and turns your head back to look at them.)

"The moment I laid eyes on you, Isabeau~"

(They lean in close to you, gently, softly, smiling. Unlike last time, though, you knew what was coming. You lean in as well, the moment before lasted an eternity.)

(But the moment a connection is made, you wanted it to last forever.)

>>>

<Null> {Mal Du Pays} (Siffrin) [Loop] [(???)]

(You were dreaming of a campfire. You couldn't move from the campfire, but you didn't want to. It was so warm, comfortable, and. . .)

(You open your eye. Sunlight was flickering through the window, and you could hear people awake already. You closed your eye for just a moment more. It was, so, so warm. . . You never had a blanket so comfortable. . . It was, it was- Isabeaus arm?!?!?)

(It was at that moment you realized that you were tangled in Isabeaus limbs. No way you could move now, and if he rolled onto his front right now, you'd be crushed! Your face was burning. Just, uh, you had to wait! Yeah! You could wait!)

(. . . You didn't have to wait long. You felt Isa shuffle, then yawn, then pull you closer.) "Mmmorning...."

"M-morningIsa--" (You let out, shakily. Oh STARS you were going to explode at this rate!!)

(His face was pressed again the back of your head, gently humming into your hair. His hand traced up, to the side of your head, holding your cheek. . .)

". . . . O-ooohyeah- uh-" (His voice was soft, but wobbled.) "L-loop, right?"

(SSTARS--) ". . . S-sif-"

(Isa paused. You could only imagine the face he must be making, the fear, or, o-or shame, or-)

"T-that'sokay-" (He held you closer, and kissed the back of your head.) "I, just need to know which nickname to use, my lil' Wish.."

(You let out a noise you've never made before. Little Wish?!?!?)

"T-toomuch?" (Isa asks, leaning over to look at you.)

(You cover your face with your hands.) "I-I'mokay, j-just, mmnghnmgfhnmb--"

(You heard Isa laugh, then kiss the side of your head, pause for a moment, then start to get up. After a moment of contemplating alternatives, you get up as well.)

"B-big day today!" (Isabeau chatted while he got dressed. You were still waking up.) "Aaaaaand it looked like we slept in, whoops!"

"I think I needed it." (You mumble, getting up and doing your morning stretches. It was your back and leg that ached today.)

"Hah, you're right! The past few days of rest clearly wasn't enough! Haha!"

(Your stumble a bit doing your stretches at that, then finish up.) "Nah, I think I just needed to wake up lik. . . li. . ." (Your voice broke as you tried finishing that sentence. You look down, blushing even harder.)

". . . . H-hey have you checked the journal yet?" (Isa says, to your rescue.)

"N-nope! I'll uh, do that!"

(You were thankful for the distraction. You looked around for a second and saw your new journal on the side table. You have a quick look through to see if there was anything new.)

(Two days ago you talked to Polaris, you remember that, Mal was around for that too. Yesterday it was, Null and Loop? A nasty combination. But by the looks of it, nothing bad happened! And they packed for you too! How sweet- huh?)

(The last note though, it was Mals writing. Written in the middle of the night. . . Oh.)

"O-oh-" (You let out.)

"Eeeeverything alright?"

"Y-yep! I was w-worried about packing but it looks like that's all dealt with!" (You lie, Mal didn't want to tell the family yet. It was asking you, and the others, if you should. You put a checkmark, they should know. . . Stars. . .)

(Someone new.)

(That was enough. You got dressed, put away the last few things that were left out, and stole a few glances at Isabeau. You put, the new presence to the back of your mind. Pun not intended.)

"All ready?" (Isa asks as you join him by the door.)

"You know it~" (You beam at him. The two of you opened the door and left. You could smell breakfast already-)

"Oh. Good morning." (It was a voice you recognized, but a little to the left. Turning, it was Vixul. Vixul?)

"Good morning!" (Isa boomed.) "Sleep well last night?"

"Like a stone." (Her face was more inquisitive, looking between you and Isa.) "Yourself?"

"Never better!" (Isa chuckled.)

"It's, good to see you again, Vixul." (You left a slight pause before her name, questioning.)

"Likewise." (She considered you two for a moment, then he smiled slightly.) "But between us? It's the first time you've met me. I'm Major, just, keep acting like I'm Vixul around everyone else."

"O-oh! Well, good to meet you, it's Siffrin."

"Still boring ol' Isabeau!"

"Heh." (He shook his head.) "You two are like a couple peas in a pod. Ready for breakfast?"

"Absolutely!! We all have a big walk ahead of us."

"A-actually-" (You need to ask him something.) "C-can, we catch up, after a sec?"

"Secret stuff?" (Isa makes a line across his mouth.) "Got it! I'll see ya downstairs."

(The two of you wait until Isa stomps down to join the others before Major turns to you.) "What's up, small fry."

"O-oh, well." (You were too nervous to be annoyed at the nickname.) ". . . I-I, checked, my book this morning. M-message from Mal, someone, new, uh-"

"May I see?" (He holds out a hand. You fish your book out of your endless pockets and hand it to him.) ". . . ."

". . . ."

". . . . Cool." (He handed the book back to you.) "Well, not cool but whatever. You're doing things right, just try and chat, distract them with hobbies, persecutors are. . ."

"I-I remember." (You nod, putting the book away.) "Just, worried that-"

"That you're not doing it right?" (He chuckled.) "You're doing great, small fry. C'mon, let's get food."

(He clears his throat and shakes his head, back in character- oh yeah!) "Vixul keeps her eye a bit more open, a-and smiles a bit more."

(He looks down at you, surprised.) ". . . 'Thought I was doing a good job."

"You were, I'm just an expert~" (You wink.)

(The two of you joined everyone else in the main lobby. Chairs and tables were moved around to make one big breakfast table. The whole Inn was here! Vixul and her group, you and yours, and, of course, Jan, who getting the last plates of food out of the kitchen before taking their own seat.)

"Here comes trouble." (You hear Polaris grumble.)

"If you take one I'll take the other." (Nille responded, grinning.)

"Making friends already, Pétronille? Are we not enough?" (Odile adds, she was reading Wrens book.)

"Not with Polaris, surely." (Wren responds in the same tone, he was reading Odiles.) "Careful, he bites."

"I DO NOT!" (Polaris responds, voice cracking.)

"Do too." ("Vixul" adds, sitting down. You took your seat next to Isa, too.)

"I DON'T!!"

"You do. Like a cat." (Wren rolls his eyes.)

"Hehe, no wonder he and Siffrin get along so well!" (Mira teases.)

"H-HUH?!?" (YOU JUST SAT DOWN?!?)

"It's true!" (Isa was smiling wide.) "Cuddly like a cat, too!!"

"Eeeewwww!" (Polaris made a jokey face. YOU sunk into your chair.)

"That tracks." (Wren smiles.) "Polaris is, too."

"H-HEY!!!" (No Pol was ALSO sinking into his chair. Everyone laughed.)

(The banter continued. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Jan and Bonnie had worked together and the result was a feast to remember. Apparently, Vixuls group didn't have a good cook between them. Vixul was the best, and by best you mean 'passable.')

(Everyone had been getting to know eachother more, trading stories, woes, quips. There were smiles, laughter, embarrassment. . . You couldn't help but glance at Ramos, they were glancing back.)

"So you're off to Wolworth?" ("Vixul" asks.)

"Yup!" (Isa says after swallowing his bite.) "My buddy Ramos was raised there! We're off to visit them!"

"But after that?" (Nille punched her hand intimidatingly.) "We're gonna find those two and beat the crab outta them!"

(That gets a few cheers. Next, Mirabelle talks.) "What about you three?"

"Oh, uh. . ." ("Vixul" leans back in his chair.) "We're going to Jouvente, then Dormont, then once I've helped these two I'll leave for some other country, or continent. Dunno where yet."

"No settling down then?" (Mira follows up.)

". . . Nah, not yet. . ." (There's a hint of sadness, there.) ". . . Wren?"

"I have my own things to take care of." (He had closed the book at this point, but wasn't looking up from his plate.) "Once that's dealt with, I'll settle here."

"It's a nice country." (Ramos agrees.)

"Mhm. Polaris?"

"O-oh! Uh. . ." (Polaris looks away, thinking for a moment.) ". . . I dunno."

(He looked down at his food. There was a little silence before Wren sighed, and spoke up.) "You can settle with me, Polaris."

"H-huh?!?" (He looks up.) "You sure?"

"Just don't scratch the furniture." (Wren, and everyone else, laughs.)

(Breakfast went great. You finished up, and helped cleared for all of about 3 minutes until Mirabelle told you to sit down since you were still recovering. At which point, Wren turned and told her the exact same thing.)

(. . . . . You liked this little vacation.)

(You had, made friends here.)

>>>

(That's everything.)

(Breakfast cleared, rooms made, things packed. The two groups of travelers took their time getting out the door. That was okay, you wanted to check one last thing. On one part of the wall, covered by a cloth, was that little sign.)

"Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice." (You smiled to yourself. What a cute little saying. You looked under the cloth, and it was still there. Still unreadable to all but you- huh? There's a fresh pair of nails in the wood next to the sign.)

"Just the fella I wanted to catch." (You look up, Jan the innkeeper was walking over with a new wood sign under her arm.)

"O-oh hey!" (You wave.) "Did, you need me for something?"

"Nah, just wanted to thank you properly. And put your little gift up." (They walked up to those fresh nails, and started putting the sign up.) "Real thoughtful, by the way."

"Whu- huh?" (You blink, confused.) "What do you. ."

"Don't remember? That's fine." (She got the sign up and stepped away.) "Either way, still looks good."

(The new addition was a wooden sign. It wasn't painted, but it was carved, carefully and with detail. The words on the sign were very familiar; "Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice.")

". . . Did, I make that?"

"Sure did. Just walked up, handed it to me, and walked away." (She let out a laugh.) "Heh, made me tear up all night. Gramps woulda' been proud."

(. . . That, sounded like Mal. Mal made that? For, for a stranger?)

". . . Take care of yourself, bud." (Jan turned and lightly punched you in the shoulder.) "If ya ever need a bed, I'll give you one without mice."

(You laughed, and said your goodbyes. Mal made that, you still couldn't believe it. . . But, at least now people would know what it means. You made your way out, being the last to join everyone.)

"That everyone?" (Isa asked.)

"No, I left Loop behind." (You stick your tongue out, he laughs.)

(You turned to "Vixuls" group of three, well, three-ish. You're smiling. There's an awkward silence before the inevitable.)

". . . Guess this is goodbye." ("Vixul" breaks the silence, grinning.) "Don't go loosing your head, alright?"

"Wouldn't dream of it!"

"Right back atchya!"

"No promises."

". . . Good luck, you three." (You were feeling, surprisingly emotional. You had only known these three for a week. Maybe two if you counted the loops. You were going to miss them.) "With, with everything."

". . Thank you, Siffrin." (Wren bows politely.) "I wish the same for all of you, as well."

"Oooh the w-word, careful with that."

"Ha, I'll be careful. . ."

(Polaris looks away, quiet. Wren sighs, and elbows him in the gut.)

"H-hey-! Uh. . ." (He looks to Wren, then to you, then away.) ". . ."

(. . . He stomps over to you and shoves something into your hand.) "Here." (He pouts, then walks back.) ". . . Thanks for, helping. The other day."

(You open your hand. One of his oversized needles was in it. You look up at him.) ". . . Good luck, Polaris. I, wont forget this."

[You got the PIN KNIFE.] [Very low damage, but doubles your speed, and your critical damage is quintupled!!] [You can see stars twinkle in the ball-point.]

". . . I wont, either." (His face softens, sinking into is own cloak a little.) ". . . For Navi."

". . . For Navi." (. . . On the highest peak. . .)

(. . . There was a moment of silence. You didn't acknowledge it; you didn't need to. . . Eventually, it had to be broken. With your last goodbyes said, the group of three headed off to their own travels. You waved back one last time, before turning to your own adventures; leading the group of seven.)

(Well, seven-ish.)

[luvly-writer]

XOXO

Ch.21 Gonna regret being too honest

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Author's note: IM BACK!!! The semester finally ended and i can take a breather and write. I have various ideas on how to finish this story so I'm excited, hope all of you are too!!!

Warnings: Short chapter, i’m trying to get back into my writing mentality rn

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Masterlist:

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"Hello, Timothy" Y/n responded her phone. It had been such a beautiful day. She had had breakfast at Saraberth's with her sisters, a few meetings from her new internship, and had an appointment at the salon with Satine and Clara. And finally, her favorite person called as she was in the middle of soaking her feet during her pedicure with Satine and Clara to her sides.

"Last time I checked, my name was Timmy, was it not" He responded cheekily and laughed once he heard her giggle.

"That is correct, my apologies for the mistake, Timmyyyy" she said happily which caused her to best friends to look at each other and smile. They were imposible to hide. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, angel, I'm calling you cause I need the service of the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and destruction of the Upper East Side for a case."

"Hmmm, I like that..the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and devastation-"

"Destruction, but devastation surely counts too" Tim corrects making her laugh once more, "So, can you help us?"

"Ladies" she said, calling their attention, "ready for another scheme?"

-•-

"So let me get this straight," After their appointment, the three girls stopped by Wayne Manor. Currently they were seated in one of the private living rooms. Satine and Clara sported each an expreso martini and sprawled in one of the couches. Y/n was sitting in the other side of the sporting a glass of water with Tim leaning against her chair behind her, "You want us, to use our intellect, status, influence, and power to help you and your client, whoever they are, uncover if Senator Jonesy has any connections to the new cargo shipments of......reality distorsion serums from Scarecrow?" Clara cleared up.

"Precisely, it is safe to assume his daughter has been quite a big fan of you three for the longest of times and your names have a susbstancial amount of weight in her group of friends and that you have information on his not so ethical behavior in a club?" Tim answers and the three of them nod.

"That is correct, he was one of the many men who were in the club we broke into in our second year of university when I wanted to see if it was true he had a side piece and blackmail him into erasing some evidence of Clara's party" said Satine

"So are you in?" He asked once again

"What's in it for us? We know why Y/n would do you a favor but why us?" debated Clara, ever the calculating one.

"I was sure you'd ask that question. Wayne Enterprises will guarantee access to a unique fashion line we are starting. We offer your collaboration as a designer, Clara, and a guarantee of being center stage star model at all of our shows, Satine." Tim assured. Both girls seemed delighted by the idea and agreed offering their hands for a handshake. Tim walked around Y/n and shook their hands.

"Well, we have some scheming to do, no time is better than now. You'll be sent every single piece of information we find, pleasure doing buisness with you" Said Clara standing up, followed by Satine.

"An absolute pleasure, we'll contact you, bye bye!" Satine waved as she departed, leaving Y/n and Tim alone.

"I could almost see the devil horns sprouting at the prospects of scheming" Tim said with a laugh sitting next to the young girl, making her laugh and nod.

"We haven't had a good one in a while, they are bloodthristy"

"No,no, I can see that" he assured making her laugh even louder.

"So is this mysterious associate who is need of this information my good friend Red Robin by any chance?" she asked and he nodded. A thought as random as it was came to his head and he knew he shouldn't be doing this but-

"Wanna see the cave?" he asked, lacking a better judgment, "Everyone is out and we'd have the place to oursleves". Seeing the excited gleem in her eyes gave him the answer he needed.

-•-

"It LITERALLY is a cave!! Tim, oh my...this is fantastic"

He was giving her a tour of it and couldn't help but smile. She really was the cutest human being he had ever encountered. "That was the lab and the training area, this is what we call the batcomputer, the batmobile, the-"

"Bruce was lacking in creativity I can see huh?"

He burst out laughing and nodded, "We have ALL said the same thing once we are shown for the first time. Ah and this is where we place the weapons and the suits" He lead her to the weaponry and exhibition rooms. He showed her every single suit, from the summer editions to the winter ones. Finally, they sat on a table near the area, talking about anything and everything, Tim telling her stories of grand adventures and dumb adventures with his sibblings and teams. As he was halfway through one of them racing with grocery shopping carts one particular boring patrol night, Y/n saw one of their spare masks on the distance and reached to grab it. She gently placed in on making him pause and admire her.

"You can actually see with these?!?" she asked making him laugh, "Yeah, how else do you think we are able to fight, angel" he says.

"You have it a little crooked, here let me help" He stands up and steps between her legs to fix it. She places her hands softly on his waist as she takes a moment to take him in.

"And...there, you have it correctly placed" He says softly, placing his hands on either side of her, leaning a little bit foward.

"How do I look?" she asks softly, faces inches from his

"Hot" He answers shamelessly cheking her out, "I'd let you save me any day"

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, definitely. Would even get myself in trouble to purposely meet you"

"My my, Timothy, who knew you were such a flirt"

"Mhmm" It was the best he could say when she was sitting looking delicious as ever. They stayed quiet for a moment, just admiring each other. He took it to carresing her cheek and the started getting closer to almost having their lips touch. "Y/n..."

"Yeah?" she said breathlessly

"I love you" He whispered before he smashed his lips onto hers.

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[themysteriousauthor18]

Radioapple concept? I'm your biggest fan!

Alastor surveyed the shelf of books. He hummed, unsure of which one to indulge in next. He’d already finished all of Sherlock's books. But he wasn’t privy to any of these other authors. He tilted his head at a passing librarian, “excuse me, miss.” The woman paused, “Would you have a recommendation for a good mystery novel? I can’t seep to find one after Sherlock.” 

She smiled, “sure.” She said walking beside him. She reached her hand up trailing her fingers along the spines of the books. “Hmmm…here’s you go,” she said plucking one out from the shelf. “This is one of my favorites at least. But Its a pretty good one.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Your welcome, let me know if you need anything else.” She said smile before walking away. 

Alastor peered at the book in his hand. He turned it over to read the description on the back. He flinched when he felt something tug at the hem of his shirt. He looked down, surprised to find a small blonde-haired girl at his leg. He blinked down at her, “um…hello little one?” He said confused. Where were her parents? 

When he spoke something in her eyes seemed to light up. A wide jovial grin spread across her round face. “It is you!” She said loudly. A few other patrons looked in his direction and he smiled nervously in regards to them. “Its you I knew it!” 

“Charlie!” A voice came from around the corner soon after. Alastor peered up just in time for a short white man to dart around the corner of a bookshelf. His hair was the same shade of blonde as the girls. Ah, her father. His eyes scanned only briefly before finding her. He walked over quickly, “ah I am so so so so SO sorry!” He said picking up his daughter quickly and holding her in his arms.

“Its quite alright.” Alastor replied, pushing down a small wrinkle in his shirt the girl made. 

Before the man could lecture his daughter she was tugging on his shirt now. “Daddy daddy look!” She pointed at Alastor. Nearly tumbling out of her fathers grasp. “It's the man from the radio!” She said gleefully.

Alastor raised his brow, understanding now. 

“You can’t just run off like that.” He turned to Alastor, “again I am so sorry. She’s just a big fan of that radio show you do.” He paused, “uh…your the one who does it, right?” 

Alastor's eyes smile widened a little, a ping of annoyance growing in his chest at the mans comment. “Why yes,” he reached his hand out. “I’m Alastor, pleasure to meet you little lady.” The small girl grinned with stars in her eyes as she grabbed Alastor’s much larger hand with two of her own and shook it. “And yes I am the host of that famous radio show.”

"I'm your BIGGEST fan!" The little girl declared. With a big grin.

Alastor grinned back. "How sweet." He paused, “I presume you are the girl's father?” He took his hand away even though the girl was still shaking it.

“Ah yes, my name's Lucifer.” He readjusted the girl in his arms so she was sitting on his bicep. “And this is my daughter, Charlie.” 

“Hi!” She beamed. 

Alastor pondered the name for a moment, “Lucifer hm? Quite an interesting name.” 

The man blinked, “oh is it? Yeah I guess it is.” He laughed. “Guess it's not normal to be named after Satan haha.” 

“Indeed.” Alastor said quaintly. He glanced at his watch. “Well it was a pleasure to meet you little lady,” He looked at Charlie “and you as well.” He nodded to Lucifer. “But I must really be off now.” 

“Bye bye! Come back soon!” Charlie waved at Alastor as he took a step back and waved back. As he walked away he sighed heavily. 

Lucifer...he knew that name. The name of the man from the wealthy side of New Orleans. Wouldn't be a bad idea to get in his good graces. He smiled.

[skele-bunny]

There's still some time of Halloween left sooo here it's something

What are the ghouls favorite Halloween candy?

Long time no see friend i hope you are doing okay.

-🎃

Hi pumpkin!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! Hmmm, candies, candies

Dewdrop, LOVES pixie sticks, fun dip, and mints actually! He's not huge on sugar, but does enjoy those specifically as it's something small and makes him happy!

Aether, he generally prefers things like twizzlers or gummy candies. Life savers! Enjoys the chew and loves trading his other candy for the gummies. (Yes even the Krabby patty candies)

Mountain, chocolate! He's always had a tooth for it, even down to cocoa itself. Kitkats, crunch bars, and Hershey's are his favorites. Doesn't like Hershey kisses or Reese's tho :0

Swiss, likes sours and sweets! Sour patch kids, gummy worms, Skittles, war heads, that genre! His favorite is when he was given a new flavor of jawbreaker that was sour on all the layers and he was occupied for HOURS

Rain, enjoys nerds the most. He likes the crunch and different flavors at once. Lollipops of any flavor are also a big hit with them!

Phantom, will eat just about anything EXCEPT the sour candies. Those go to Swiss. He's started getting a specific liking for whoppers and strawberry flavored candies

Sunshine, granny candies 1000% everyone gives theirs to her bc it's the only thing she'll eat. Caramels, honeys, strawberry creams, AND the coffee. Taffy is also a second best choice!

Aurora, is also a fun dip lover but she also loves the gum-type. Not gummy! Gum! Hubba bubba, knock outs, chew, just munching away blowing bubbles in her own world

Cirrus, is a mixture of chocolates and lollipops! She's the kinda lady to lean over and sneak out Mountain's Hershey kisses before he's able to offer it to anyone else LMAO

Cumulus, give her anything cherry flavored and she'll kiss ya. Cherry pops, big cherry candies, cherry sours, cherry chews, and yes! Even cherry twizzlers.

Some bonus ones:

Bluebell/Cowbell: Actually doesn't... Like candies. He likes sweets, yes! Candies usually don't hit it for her besides the occasional ones, usually leaves his bucket out for Phil.

Phil/Special: He doesn't like candy. (He will eat literally anything and have the tummy ache for HOURS and claim it's worth it before crashing from the sugar. Has a taste for the mini-pack gummy bears.)

Alpha: Likes hot candies! Cinnamons, cherry chews, and even when people give out mini chip bags he'll ask for the spicy Doritos or Cheetos.

[jasxier]

As much as I ove the idea of Jaskier pining for Geralt for the entirety of his adult life, I am equally fascinated by the idea of Jaskier being totally oblivious to the fact that Geralt is in love with him. 

And so I give you this. Imagine the two of them having a “bonding time” around the campfire and Jaskier asks “what’s your type?” and Geralt is delighted!

J: Ok, i want you to answer this one, please, you suck at this game, really. What’s your type? When it comes to people.. we’re NOT talking about horses! G: Hmm.. J: I won’t take any hmms as a valid answer G: I was thinking! J: Yeah right *gets a kick as a result, that bastard deserved it probabbly* G: Well, soft skin..soft hair J: Good, at least we’re talking about humans this time, good! G: *killer stare but goes on bcs he’s so amused by the situation* Warm skin, inviting arms.. J: *delighted* Geralt!! I didn’t know you knew so many words! G: *tries his best to hide a smile* Moving on!!! hA, you’re gonna love this one.. Big tits! J: Oh yes, you’re right *stares longingly into the flames* G: Broad shoulders.. J: That’s quite unusual, I must admit, but with the right choice of clothing everything is possible G: Chestnut long-ish hair, *looks at the back of J’s neck* yeah, reaching the neck J: Cool, cool, i can totally picture her! You want me to compose a little something about this magicall lady? G: I’m not done yet.  J: Oh, sorry! Do go on! G: As tall as me.. J: *is bewildered* i don’t remember seeing you with a lady this tall. In fact, i don’t remember ever meeting a woman as tall as me! Though I would be OHOHO SO PLEASED TO MEET HER! G: Back to our topic! Hmmm, ah... small pouty mouth that never shuts up. J: That’s oddly specific but go on! G: *is having the time of his life* Blue eyes, beautiful long fingers . J: *stares at the void then his hands then at the void again* G: Has an incomparable singing voice.. J: Waaiit... G: Plays a lute J: *surprised picachu face* Fuck! aaand they kiss..

[alexusonfire]

Warmth of Your Doorways - Chapter 2

Jane Murdstone x dressmaker!Reader

A/n: Artwork and beta done by the spectacular, amazing, show-stopping @booitsrue !! Collab once again with loml @daydream-cement and her Big Foldy Plant Brain. Get ready for the gay y'all!!

Summary: The love language begins.

It was a lovely spring day, the sun shining, a gentle breeze blowing through the grass. You'd been mulling over your visit to Lady Marjory's residence for the past few days, a certain raven-haired resident occupying most of your thoughts. Though you tried to remain focused on your work, you often strayed to the way Jane's nose crinkled when she found something distasteful, or how elegant her hands looked with crochet needles in them. Huffing when you realized you'd once again missed a rather important stitch, you decided perhaps it was time to pay Lady Jane a visit, see if the thoughts nagging in your brain were of any merit. You carefully packed up your supplies and wished the Matron a good afternoon, claiming family plans for your early departure.

The fresh air hit your lungs and gave you a swift boost of confidence, one you desperately needed as you began your trek to the Manor House. Doubt pricked at your skin the closer you got, and you were picking at your nail beds by the time you reached the front door. Considering your options, you suddenly found yourself frozen to the spot; perhaps this was a mistake, you'd put too much thought into it, or maybe not enough-

"Do you always loiter around people's houses, or just this one?"

Her voice caught you off guard, the very woman you'd hoped to see now standing not more than ten feet from you. Her hands clasped in front of her, ramrod straight as always, she cocked her brow in wait for an answer.

"Lady Jane. Pleasure to see you again. I um… well, I was hoping perhaps you'd join me for a walk. If you were interested. Or not busy-"

You cut yourself off before beginning to ramble, the small bubble of confidence deflating as none of this was going to plan. Hoping to come across a bit more suave, you felt slightly ridiculous simply standing there.

"You came all this way, presumably even left your workplace early… to ask me for a walk?"

Well, put like that, you really did feel ridiculous. Shuffling your feet, you replied with a quiet "yes". She seemed to consider you for a moment, her bright gaze sweeping you up and down, before nodding her head and turning, expecting you to follow. Hastily you caught up with her, matching her pace as she led you round the manor, large hedges and flower bushes indicating the start to what you were sure was a magnificent garden.

“Are you well versed in the world of botany, y/n?” Jane glanced at you from the corner of her eye, her hands folded behind herself. Her tone was impossibly indifferent, making you wonder what she was thinking beyond her question. 

You take a moment to survey the garden, mind picking out the few plant species you actually knew. Roses, london plane, boxwoods, lilac, and hydrangeas were some of the simplest species you knew off the top of your head. Glancing up to Jane and back to the mown path, you speak timidly, “Some… The matron requires me to know some as some plants are often printed on our fabrics…”

“Hmmm…” Jane hummed in response, remaining fairly silent which made you increasingly nervous.

Silence fell between the two of you, only the sounds of your footsteps and the occasional birdcall filling the air. You continued to steal glances up at the statuesque woman, her immense beauty making your heart skip a beat. There were a few moments where your hand would brush against the fabric of her dress, each time you expected her to draw herself away from you, but she remained close to you with her head held high. 

You had started to grow comfortable in the silence, beginning to gaze about the beautifully maintained gardens, thoughts wandering away. It was exceptionally embarrassing when you heard Jane clear her throat from behind you. Your wandering thoughts must have led you to continue walking even though she had stopped under a tree near a small bench a few meters back. 

“Y/n.” Her tone was cold and chiding, making your stomach turn as your cheeks grew redder as you turned back and caught her narrow gaze. Only if you would’ve known that she found your absentmindedness to be quite endearing, a nearly undetectable smile gracing her lips for a fraction of a second before you turned to face her. 

You mumble a quick apology and rush back to her side, waiting for her to sit first before taking a seat next to her, “Where is Lady Marjory today?”

"She's off shopping with a few of her friends. I offered to go with but she insisted I have some time to myself."

You felt a pang of guilt, wondering if you'd intruded on her personal time.

"I suppose it was a good thing though, otherwise you would have been left standing dumbly at our front door."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, and were pleased to see Jane's lip twitch in humor as well. Though her comments were often framed as mild insults, you suspected dry wit was more to blame than any cruel intentions. You shifted slightly so you were facing more towards her, eager to get to know more about her whilst you had the chance.

"You had asked if I was well-versed in botany. Is that a particular subject of interest for you?"

Jane nodded, looking out at the gardens. You'd noted she hadn't made much eye contact with you since arriving, and you had to wonder if it was due to boredom or a lack of interest in you. You hoped neither.

"My mother had a wonderful garden when I was growing up. All sorts of beautiful plants, ranging from poppies and primrose to columbine. She of course never tended to them, our gardeners did… So on days I was bored or had no lessons to complete I'd stay in the gardens, and they would teach me the names of all the flora. I found it fascinating, how different plants grew better together than others, the differing care needed for what I assumed to be similar species."

The entire time she spoke you gazed at her with a sort of unbridled affection, not quite believing she was so open with you about a passion of hers. You could see her, tiny Jane, running about in the gardens with dirt-caked nails and flowers in her hair… quite the stark contrast from the woman who now sat beside you.

You wondered what it would take for her to put flowers in her hair.

"That sounds lovely Jane, truly. Do you still like to spend your time outdoors, amongst the flowers?"

"I do. I find it… relaxing. Peaceful."

You felt the need to contribute your own knowledge to the conversation, not wanting Jane to find you dull, “I’ve heard of the language of flowers once... From a customer who runs a flower shop with her husband. She says that each kind of flower, even down to the color, has a unique meaning.” Thinking back on the short lesson the florist had provided, you begin reciting some of the flowers and their meaning for Jane, “Yellow carnation for disdain, hollyhock for ambition, morning glory for affection, red tulips to declare your love...”

“Yarrow for everlasting love, blue salvia for when you are thinking of someone... I am well versed in the language of flowers.” Jane glanced down at you with an air of mischief around her, much like she knew a secret that no one else did. With a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she leaned in close, her voice hushed, “Violets are my favorite, however. Many see them to be a religious symbol of modesty and humility, but of course... there are many interpretations.” 

The mention of other interpretations made your brow furrow, thinking hard about if the florist had mentioned anything about violets. Rather than dwell on the fact that you had no concept of what the other interpretations could be, you turn your attention back up to Jane, who was still lingering close, “I can’t say I know much about violets... Other than that, they are a lovely spring flower.” 

“That they are... That they are...” Jane murmured in agreement, turning back to face forwards. Her arm was pressed against yours, evident of an increased proximity after your discussion of flowers. Once again, she didn’t move away from you, but instead, continued glancing about the gardens as if you weren’t slowly dying inside. 

The small talk continued for a few minutes before Jane suggested you keep walking. Unbeknownst to you, she was actually rather eager to share her vast knowledge, especially with someone who actually seemed to care. She spent the next hour or so walking you through the various plant life surrounding you, answering all of your questions and adding little tidbits in here and there. It was… nice to have someone to share with, someone willing to listen when she accidentally started to ramble on. 

You couldn’t hide your disappointment when you saw the front walkway come back into view, bringing an end to your walk with Jane. There was a small part of you desperately hoping she would invite you in for tea, just to spend a few more minutes enraptured in your conversations. After your time together in the gardens, you were not only enthralled by her beauty but her immense intellect and wit. 

“May I call on you again, Miss Murdstone? For another walk?”

“Jane, please...” She corrected your formal usage of her name, making your heart flutter. After all the walking and discussions, something about her face seemed softer as it observed you from its lofty position. With a smile, Jane affirmed your request, “Yes. Yes, you may.” 

--

Slow to rise from bed the next morning, you took a moment to linger in the warmth of your bedsheets, face pressing into the comfort of your pillow, mind wandering back to your walk with Jane. She had you entirely smitten, her voice, words, and form filling every corner of your mind. After taking a few minutes to think about your crush, you pull yourself from bed, ready to make yourself presentable and begin your chores before Matron Mary is in for the day. 

After your morning routine, you trot down the back stairs, straight into the shop, headed towards the front door to check for the morning mail. Eyes scanning the shop, you make a mental note of how everything was in order, aside from the small project Mary had you working on in the far corner of the room. Once at the front door, you twist the door handle with your right hand while flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’ with your left. 

Stepping one foot out the front door, you dip one hand into the mailbox mounted on the side of the building. Immediately, you retract your hand at the feeling of something that was anything but paper. You crane your neck outside the front door, looking down into the mailbox to see two letters and a bundle of purple flowers, undoubtedly violets. Scooping the contents from the mailbox, you swiftly retreat back into the dress shop, closing the door with your foot. 

You deposit the two letters from Mary on the front desk and turn your attention to the miniature bouquet before you. There was a small note tied to the front of the flowers, reading: 

As Sappho once said: 

Many crowns of violets,

roses and crocuses

…together you set before more

and many scented wreaths

made from blossoms

around your soft throat…

…with pure, sweet oil

…you anointed me,

and on a soft, gentle bed…

you quenched your desire…

…no holy site…

we left uncovered,

no grove…

J.M.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you’d write a fic for lady lesso and Larissa (I just think that would be an interesting power couple) using prompt 19

Hey hey hey anon! Oh absolutely. Those two would be such a power couple. 👀 I love this, thanks for the request! Shout out to @bratty-honeyy who inspired part of this Fic 💋 Hope you enjoy 😘

Takes One to Know One ~Leonora Lesso xLarissa Weems

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, pure smutty smut, power struggle, teasing, kissing, strap fucking, overstimulation, implied degrading kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lady Lesso walked up the steps of Nevermore Academy. She walked through the corridors, on her way to the office of Principal Weems.

~~~

The two had been dating for a couple of months now. And it rocked both schools worlds when they found out. Everyone’s jaw dropped the moment the two walked outside their private walls for the first time, holding hands. They were quite the power couple…

~~~

Lesso entered her girlfriends office with a sigh, closing and locking the door behind her. It was Friday evening, which meant the red head had the blonde all to herself for the weekend.

“Hello, Darling…” Larissa hummed, doing a last couple of things on her lap top before beginning to put her work away.

God, that British of accent of hers always sent Leonora spiraling…

“Hey, Baby…” Lesso wickedly purred back, making her way across the office.

God, that wicked tone of hers always sent Larissa into a heated frenzy…

~~~

As to be expected, with the students discovery of Larissa’s and Leonora’s relationship, came a whole lot of gossip. The main question on everyone’s mind being: who dominated who?? The two were such a power couple that neither school could really make a solid decision.

What the students and staff didn’t see was the two women’s relationship outside of work. Yes, they were both quite dominant; but Leonora had established herself in charge quite quickly in their sexual life. Or at least that’s what Leonora thought, Larissa had something entirely different to say on the matter. But Boyyyy, did they have a sex life…

~~~

Once Larissa had put away her work, she turned her attention to her red headed lover.

“You know, I barely got any work done today…” Larissa thought out loud with a sultry and teasing edge to her tone, “Couldn’t concentrate by any means…”

“Oh? Is that so?” Lesso playfully quipped back, “Do tell me what was so distracting…”

“Hmmm, well I had this vivid daydream early in the morning of you going down on me in this very chair…” Larissa lustfully purred.

“Ohhhh, but you haven’t earned it, baby…” Lesso taunted.

At that, Larissa have Leonora a pouted lip and puppy dog eyes.

“Darling, I have had such a long day…” she sighed, playing along with the power game, “Why don’t you be a love and make me feel good, hmmm?”

Lesso’s eyes slimmed as she stared down her prey. She then rounded the desk where Larissa was sitting, and swiveled her chair around to the side, effectively trapping Larissa by holding the chair with both hands. With a snap of Lesso’s fingers, Larissa’s curls cascaded down to her shoulders, pin free.

“Do you really wanna brat on a Friday where I could punish you all weekend…?” She threateningly purred in the blondes ear.

But Larissa wasn’t going to back down that easy. Before Leonora could say another word, Larissa’s lips were on Lesso’s. Both women moaned into the kiss, and the fight for dominance began. Larissa pulled Leonora into her lap eagerly, and Lesso happily straddled the blonde while kissing her to high heaven. Their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought each other and they ravaged each others mouths. Larissa let out a particularly leud moan as Leonora but down on the blondes lower lip. Eventually, both women had to pull away for some oxygen.

“Did you lock the door…?” Larissa panted breathlessly.

The red head leaned her forehead against Larissa’s, looking up at the blonde with a smirk as she as well panted heavily.

“Yes, Baby…” Lesso purred.

She then moved her lips to Larissa’s right ear, nipping at her lobe.

“I even put on a silencing enchantment…” Lesso purred in the blonde’s ear.

Larissa shuddered slightly at Leonora’s words. Lesso then got up from Larissa’s lap and gripped her collar.

“Baby, I’ll do you one better than fucking you in this chair…” she wickedly purred.

Lesso the pulled Larissa swiftly from her chair around to her desk, so that she was trapping Larissa in between her body and the desk, Larissa’s ass flush against Leonora’s apparent bulge. Larissa’s breath hitched and she was quick to counter and spin around to meet her lovers gaze. Larissa pulled Leonora flush against her, grazing her lips against the red heads but pulling away.

“You’re packing, darling…?” Larissa husked in Leonora’s ear.

“Ohhhhh Yea, Baby…” Lesso lustfully purred, “And I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

The red head then swiftly spun Larissa back around and pinned her down to the desk. Larissa immediately squirmed to get out of Lesso’s hold, but with a snap of her fingers, Leonora’s magic bound Larissa’s hands to the edges of the desk. Larissa yelped in response. Leonora then began kissing the back of Larissas neck and shoulders.

“Color, ‘Rissa?” Leonora checked in with the blonde.

“Good God Green…!” Larissa groaned, her hips squirming.

Lesso groaned in delight, letting go of the blonde as the magical restraints could now hold her. Leonora then quickly stripped her bottom half to reveal her largest strap, while Larissa wiggled her ass in anticipation. Lesso was quick to snap her fingers for Larissa’s dress to magically fall to the floor, leaving the blonde in her lingerie. With a swift hand, Lesso removed Larissa’s knickers, swiping her fingers through the blondes folds and sticking her fingers in her mouth to taste.

“Hmmm…” Lesso groaned, “Delicious as always baby, but I think we can get you wetter…” she purred, placing her dick swell against the blondes ass.

Larissa growled lightly in response. Leonora merely chuckled while swiftly opening the blondes legs further for better access.

~~~

“Scream all you want, no one can hear you, baby…” Lesso wickedly purred.

Larissa couldn’t do anything but whimper desperately in response as the red head pounded into her relentlessly.

“Look up, Baby, God look how good you look being fucked over the desk…” Lesso lustfully growled.

Larissa’s eyes wandered up to her ceiling mirrors, and she damn near came again right there. There she was, splayed out across her desk, while Leonora rammed her dick into with no mercy. A strangled moan escaped the blondes lips.

“What…? You wanna cum again, Baby…?” Lesso taunted.

“Yes yes GOD yes…!!” Larissa cried out, nodding desperately.

~~~

“You’re so cute when you cry, god, you have no idea what you do to me, Baby…” Leonora wickedly purred.

Larissa’s mascara was running down her face and her knuckles were white against the desk. She was holding on for dear life, while being pounded into in the most delicious way.

“I wanna mark you up, I wanna fuck you till you break…” Leonora growled in the blondes ear with each merciless thrust into Larissa’s aching hole.

~~~

“God, you’re so wet for me, baby…” Lesso taunted, “Are you finally giving in…?”

Larissa was a mess of incoherent moans and cries at this point. Her cum running down her thighs as she cried out like a broken record, climax after climax.

“You don’t have to fight it, baby… you know who’s in charge, now, don’t you…?” Leonora husked in Larissa’s ear.

Larissa nodded vigorously and desperately, her throat completely strained and shot.

~~~

The next Monday, almost all of both schools questions were answered…

Professor Lesso couldn’t keep the biggest fucking grin off her face. And Principal Weems couldn’t walk three feet without either stumbling on her own toes or her knees just buckling all together.

It was officially clear who belonged to who…

~~~