#he almost said teeheehee

[juliaanoia]

I'm crying, look at him!

[artemistorm]

My thoughts on the new update

Nice double vanishing point perspective! (This is what I'm learning about in art class right now.)

So Sky WAS running all around and that's why he was out of breath going down stairs in the last comic.

Holy smoking Sonic the Hedgehog that guy is fast. Also, can confirm: running with knife-hands does in fact make you run faster.

Close up of that face ehehehe >,'C

XD this is so funny. But who do you think said it?

It looks to me like it was Legend who said it based on where Sky and Warriors are looking. Here, let me make it clearer with laser eyes:

Also Warriors is Mr. Grumpypants. He's probably in army-intel-and-strategy mode. Or he he's just irritable after getting no sleep, wrangling a bunch of hot-blooded teens, and watching his friend almost die and miraculously recover.

Eyyy! Wild's got his new sword! He was probably just showing it to Twilight. From this angle, it looks like he and Twilight are holding hands. Also, Time has humongous hands.

Loving these dark spooky forest vibes. I'll definitely be doing a panel-background repaint of one of these.

Yeah! You glow girl!

(Teeheehee I just wanted to make that joke. That's the only reason why I put this panel here tweeheehee)

My face when I saw this sword on the ground: 😳😃 because oh my Hylia I want that sword so bad. I love scimitars. In other news, you know what I don't see on the ground? The Shadow's cursed axe of Horrible Evilness. I wonder if Sky noticed.

Yup. Portal. There we go! No one's surprised except for Sky. But check out what's in the foreground. That helmet. Wasn't that the Shadow's helmet when it/he was in [giant metal knight] form? (I can't remember what the name of the monster type was. Something nut I think.)

This face. Enough said.

Oh boy. Wild's face when he realizes that he didn't 'kill' it--or it resurrected. Also Sky, you drink up that stamina potion. You deserve it.

Time looking rather fine. Or like he's in an anime title sequence. And he's speaking like he swallowed an 1850's fireside poetry book again. (I think it's endearing.)

And there we go! My first thoughts on this comic. Oh! JK! One more thought!! VV

It doesn't say 'Dawn Pt 8' so does that mean the next arc starts in the next comic? 👀

[amymbona]

amy!! i started theatre classes this year and for certain classes you have to do shop hours so the past few days i’ve been going to the training sessions… yesterday i did scenery training which involves cutting wood and i was lowkey scared to use the circular saw 😬 so i told the supervisor i was scared (who was kinda cute ngl) and he said “it’s okay, i’m here.” teeheehee! and then later when we were screwing the wood together i was struggling a bit and i said my safety glasses were blurry and he got closer to me and looked into my eyes really intensely and said “yeah, i guess they are…”

thinking about this with patrick!!! 🫣

First of all, damn lucky you!!!

Second of all, fuck yeah!!!

Imagining Patrick being slightly older than All the people who attend the theatre classes but also not old enough to lead it on his own. So he's probably the teacher's assistant, mainly there for the technical stuff, like helping with the music and lights.

He usually just stands in the shadows or carries some boxes, and others don't really pay attention to him, maybe apart from some teenage girls who find him really hot. But he really couldn't care less. Yes, Patrick Zweig is a flirt but it's not in his nature to go after seventeen year old girls.

The age range is like 15 - 20 and you're among the older ones, so your role is almost guaranteed cause you're doing Mamma Mia or something like that. And Patrick finds you really fascinating, the way your voice carries through the theatre and the way your presence feels on the stage. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous actually and tries to find a way to get closer to you.

So he's being a gentleman, offering to turn your mic on and giving you a hand when you hop off of the stage. That gives him a chance to compliment you and throw in a joke here and there and boom - you laugh, that's good!

And when y'all wre doing costune rehearsals, he's in the backstage to aid those who need it, so he's handing out hats and purses to all the actors. But when you run in, sweaty and unable to see much in the dark space, he offers you a glass of water and unzips your dress kindly, using that as an opportunity to run his hands over your bare waist.

When the premiere is finally there, you're so stressed and afraid, he's giving you a pep talk, holding your hands and telling you you're the most gorgeous girl out there and that you're gonna nail it. You're blushing the whole time, successfully forgeting about all those worries.

And when it's finally over and you come back after a four minute standing ovation, Patrick embraces you and dares to kiss you as well - because you look absolutely stunning with tears in your eyes and flushed face - and you kiss him back and your heart is beating way too fast and everything is absolutely perfect <3

[xxfaggatronxx]

AOOOUGHHHHHH-

Sorry guys for the MASSIVE amount of posts, it took me literal MONTHS to gain the courage to post on this site so… kinda dumping everything teeheehee

This story has MY headcannons. If you want to see all my headcannons, look at my page: it’s the pinned message (also someone said I wokeified them and my brother in Price I cannot agree more-)

Ghoap! Ghoap! Ghoap!

Soap had laughed at first, watching Ghost reverse the shitty pickup truck they had, ahem, borrowed, and slam the back of it into at least two or maybe even three Shadows. He stopped laughing when the screams had cut off as Ghost put the truck in drive and sped off.

The gunfire was heavy, the cool air whistling through the cracked windows, the glass splintered from the bullet holes. Soap saw a red dot appear over his heart, watched a sniper aim at him, his eyes fixated on the man behind the gun. “Johnny! Get your head in the fucking game! Cover my six!” And who was Soap to argue with his Lieutenant? He would follow him to the ends of the Earth. Soap, fumbling, aimed his gun and pulled the trigger.

The recoil punched his already wounded shoulder back, making it slam painfully into the door of the truck. He didn’t even check to see if he hit anything. He checked: the red dot was gone. His arm reminded him of its pained existence, forcing him to only sweat and grit his teeth at the sharp burst of pure hurt. Ghost looked at him with something…. Concern? Annoyance? Probably the latter, if he had to be realistic. “Can’t hold a gun, L.t.” Soap began unbuckling his vest, the sounds of gunfire having faded as the truck sped out the town.

“…How bad?” The person beside him grunted, the hulking form twisting to look out of the rear windshield, reassuring no pursuit. Ghost turned back towards him, the skull mask’s dark holes boring into him, the brown eyes staring deep into his soul, as if to say ‘Don’t lie or I’ll kill you.’

And Soap…. Kind of didn’t want to be killed. So, he told the truth, in his signature dance-around-the-fact-it’s-hurting kind of way. “Och! I ain’t wailin’ yet, Ghost,” The Brit grumbled, turning back to the road. But those dark brown eyes glanced over at him, and Soap saw the black fabric of the balaclava shift, as if…. Was Ghost chewing it’s lip?

He didn’t have the time to think about it, because Ghost exhaled through their nose loudly, gripped the wheel, and jerked it to the side, sending Soap against the door of the truck again. His arm was jarred painfully, and he groaned softly, glaring at Ghost. But then the car was stopped.

He watched, baffled, as Ghost came around to his side of the truck, opening the passenger door for him. Soap looked up at them in confusion, and Ghost cleared it’s throat. “…Right, get up Johnny, your legs still work and I’m not carrying you,” Ghost waited patiently as Soap awkwardly hopped out of the truck, the old thing creaking and its suspension giving a protesting squeal.

Ghost turned, not waiting to see if Soap was following. The Scot rolled his eyes and scoffed, but obidently followed. Even now, with the lieutenant walking clearly in front of him, he could barely hear it’s steps. Silent, stalking almost.

“Here, it’s a little bit of cover,” The deep, Manchester rumble hit him, making him perk up and peer at the small shack, his mind already flipping through the list of things he needed; Covered. Camouflaged. Inconspicuous.

Perfect. Now he just needed his arm fixed, and maybe a shot or two of something alcoholic, and all would be right in his world. A heavy, warm hand clamped on the back of his neck. He jolted, hand reaching down to grasp the gun at his hip, arm pulled forward and poised to jab into the stomach of-

“Johnny,” The warm voice, usually a deep timbre, was now soothing, Ghost. His mind calmed somewhat, relieved that someone he trusted had his six. The hand grounded him, and gloves fingers gently ran across the short hairs on the back of his nape. He had to resist the urge to take a good sleep after that. “…Hey. Sergeant, did you take anything else besides adrenaline out there? Wake up,” Fingers cruelly dug into his skin, and shook him.

“Sod off, yeh bawbag,” Soap grumbled as he pulled away, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost, who rolled their eyes and opened a small kit on his bag. The roll of gauze and topical antibacterial and topical anesthetic looked small in Ghost’s hands, but before his mind could think of anything else, his shirt was being yanked off. “Wha- Aye! Buy me dinner first!”

“Keep it tactical, Johnny,” Ghost simply grumbled before peering at Soap’s wound. It hummed, and pressed the flesh around the red hole, scabbed with blood. Soap jolted, and glared at the Brit, who just looked at the wound. The Scot let himself be, to put it bluntly, manhandled around until Ghost was peering at his back. “…Bullet went clean through, just gotta bandage and sanitize,”

Soap nodded, gritting his teeth as Ghost popped the tab on the 2-in-1 bottle of antibacterial and topical anesthetic, and turned to look as Ghost peeled off their gloves, making Soap stare at it’s hands more intently, looking at the scars and burn marks, the bloodied knuckles. Ghost warmed the clear paste in their hands to make it slick, smearing a healthy amount on the entrance and exit wound of the bullet.

Soap squeezed his eyes shut as Ghost’s thumb pushed some of the antibacterial goop into the wound, hissing through gritted teeth. “Hurts, yeh ass, be more gentle,” And to his surprise, Ghost listened. The hands smoothed over his wound, gentle and warm. One hand gently steadied his bicep while the other wrapped gauze around the wounds.

Soap looked down, seeing Ghost’s brow furrowed in concentration, it’s head ducked to look at the wound closely. The blond’s dark brown eyes with the eye-black smudges around them, peeks of pale skin popping through from where it had wiped their face or. Clumps of the sticky eye-black were on their pale lashes, which fluttered softly whenever Ghost blinked. Thier eyes were focused on the bullet hole, on him.

He paused, huffing softly as Ghost gently patted his freshly cleaned and bandaged shoulder, stood back up, and looked down at Soap. “…Well, all patched up, anything else?” And Soap, before he could stop himself, joked, “Aye, a kiss would make it all better L.t.,” And he leaned forwards, lips puckered and making exaggerated smooch noises.

Then soft lips pressed against his own. Warm and chapped, with a little indent that hinted at a scar on the left, lower lip. Soap’s eyes opened to see big brown ones staring at him, pale lashes a stark contrast from the doe eyes and smudged eye-black. Their eyes closed, and Soap closed his eyes soon after when he felt a warm, large hand cup his cheek. “There ya go… that’s it…” Ghost mumbled against his lips.

Embarrassed, Soap attempted to deepen the kiss, nibbling that plush bottom lip, and making Ghost grunt, then chuckle at the sudden pain. “Eager for something, Johnny?” The hand tightened on his jaw, forcing his teeth apart, forcing him to free Ghost. But the Brit dove back in, barely giving Soap time to breathe before all he could taste was salt and sweat and the shitty fake chocolate in their protein bars.

When both of them pulled away, Soap gaped like a fish, panting; lips no doubt swollen, probably a tad red and his eyes lidded. He could feel the bit of drool on the side of his mouth, and he heard Ghost swear. “Fuckin’ hell, you look lovely when kissed speechless Johnny,” The taller chuckled before patting Soap on the back, and left the shack.

Soap cursed, red faced and sputtering. “Ghost! Yeh Nyaff-,” Soap huffed as he tugged on his shirt, and followed after his Lieutenant.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Hi I have a Matt x reader x Frank castle smut request. Matt tells Frank what he does to you after his patrol, how he spoils you with his tongue, how tight you are and how good your pu$$y tastes. Matt takes Frank to your home and the 3 of you have fun together.

I've put a slightly different spin on this and sorry it's taken so long Nonnie!

|| Vacancy ||

Female reader x Frank Castle x Kingpin!Matt Murdock

w/c: 3200

Tags/warnings: When you want something Matt won't hesitate to give it to you. Two guys one girl, bit of oral, unprotected p in v, p in a, creampie. Thank you to @albatrossandivys for the moodboard! 😘 Teeheehee, this was fun to write!

"You got a good reason why you're so fuckin' late, Red?" Frank grumbles as Matt Murdock strides up to him at the bar.

Matt just smiles, he looks ridiculous in that red suit, matching fucking red-tinted glasses and stupidly quaffed hair. He makes a show of licking his lips.

"Yeah, and I can still taste her." He replies.

Frank shakes his head. "Christ… you planning on sharing the details of your sex life every time we meet?"

Matt shrugs and smirks. "Dunno, you just always seem… interested."

There's a silence for a while before Matt starts up again and Frank reluctantly resigns himself to it.

"Sometimes that's all she wants, my mouth between her thighs all night long. God, she tastes so fucking good Frank, and the sounds she makes…" He bites down on his lip for emphasis.

Frank shifts slightly, something that Matt doesn't miss. He leans in closer to him, his voice low in that fucking growly 'devil of hell's kitchen' way as he keeps on going, knowing how much it's riling Frank up.

"Sometimes she begs, when I'm fucking her, begs for more. You know, your name came up the other night." Matt tells him, so casually Frank wasn't sure he heard him right.

"My name came up?"

"Yeah. When we were fucking." He adds nonchalantly.

"Wh-when you were fucking…" Frank repeats with incredulity. "'course it did."

"Asked her if she thought she'd be able to handle you."

Frank almost chokes on his own spit.

"She acts all sweet and shy but she can't lie to me. Her cunt gripped my cock like a vice when I said your name, Frank. She wants you."

"Uh…"

"And anything my lady wants, you know I do all I can to make certain she gets. If you were to do this for me, I'll owe you one. So what do you say, Castle?"

Frank swallows and absently checks that the safety's on his handgun, his hands urgently in need of something to do. "Murdock, what the hell are you askin' me?"

"God, you can be so fucking dumb sometimes." Matt grins, shaking his head as he takes a sip of the whiskey the barman has put down for him. "Would you please, fuck my wife?"

Frank looks at him blankly and then sighs, staring out the window at the flashing lights and sirens of the night. "Jesus…"

He'd met you briefly a couple of times when Matt had brought him back to his place when he got a little more banged up than usual. You had helped stitch them both up and you tended to like doing it while wearing the skimpiest little outfits.

Frank scratches his stubbled chin while he acts like he's seriously mulling it over. "Is this some entrapment shit or somethin'?"

Matt just grins. "No, it's not. But I will be there of course, 'case you try to steal her away."

"Well alright, if that's what she wants. But if I'm gonna take care of her I'm doin' it my way."

Matt claps him on the back of his shoulder, pleased with his decision. "Attaboy!"

.

You're surprised but not shocked when you open the penthouse door to see Frank standing there in a sharp suit with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand. Matty had told you to dress up for dinner and that he had a gift for you. You just thought that the gift would be a 'thing', not a person, and least of all Matt's friend, the man you admittedly had a bit of a 'thing' for.

"Hey." He says in an adorably gruff way in greeting.

"Frankie." You smile sweetly, accepting the flowers from him. "This is, unexpected… but nice, thank you."

He clears his throat as he's taking you in. You were wearing a beautiful long dress with a plunging neckline and side split, the soft fabric skimming over your curves. "Uh yeah. You look gorgeous."

"Oh Frank, thank you, and I swear I've never seen you looking so…" So fucking good in that suit, you think. The jacket broad at his shoulders and tapering in to his narrow waist, the tailored pants hugging around his huge thighs… You have to restrain yourself from wanting to rip him right out of it in that instant. Instead, you hum as you pop the flowers in an empty vase near the door and take his offered hand. "Shall we?"

He takes you for an Italian meal, it's delicious and in such an intimate setting. Frank is a perfect gentleman throughout, but as the evening goes on you start to let your touches linger on his arm, and under the table, on his thick muscular thighs.

When he doesn't reciprocate you know it's because he's terrified of Matt. You find the whole situation hilarious, the Big Bad Punisher shitting himself because you, the Kingpin's wife wanted to fuck him.

You finally take the initiative and his hand from its resting place on his knee. "You're allowed to touch me, Frank."

He takes a large sip of wine and nods as you lean closer to him, the plump valley of your breasts right in his eyeline.

"So touch me." You purr as you guide his free hand and fingers between your legs to graze the intricate lace of the exquisitely beautiful lingerie set that Matt had bought you especially for tonight.

"Shit." Frank curses under his breath when you spread your legs wider and pull your panties to the side. He can feel your hot wet cunt right on his fingertips, it'd be so fucking easy just to…

"Bella, your dessert. Please enjoy!"

Frank barely stops himself from jolting and flipping the fucking table over as the waiter places your tiramisu down in front of you. You thank him, smiling so sweetly and telling him just how delicious it looks before taking a spoonful and moaning at the taste licking the cream from your lips as you shift your hips forward and the pad of Frank's finger glides over your clit.

The waiter looks pleased. "So glad you find it to your satisfaction!"

You take another bite, urging Frank to keep going. "Mmm, it's soooo good Frankie, would you like a taste?"

His cock has been squeezed tight to the inside of his thigh in these damn pants all night with the way you'd been acting, and now you had him fingering you in a restaurant like it was nothing. It takes every bit of his military training to remain still.

"I'll, uh, get somethin' later, when we get home." he grits out. You were something else.

"Just a lil taste? C'mon Frankie, don't be shy. You can use your fingers…"

Frank can help but relent, swiping his index finger through your slick folds and pushing inside your tight entrance. His cock twitches as you let out a tiny whimper of pleasure as he strokes back and forth before bringing his hand back above the table cloth, gathering a dollop of cream from your plate before he sucks and licks it off along with your juices from his fingers.

"Check please!" He almost yells and you just laugh.

The car journey back to your penthouse was an event itself. You instruct the driver to put up the privacy screen, so you could finally get your manicured hands on Frank's rather sizable package, squeezing and rubbing him through his suit pants so much that he was almost tearing right through them.

"Jesus Christ, Red wasn't screwing around when he told me about you."

"Hmm, or me about you Frankie. I don't know if I can take all of that…" you whine as you cup his bulge, nipping at his scruffy jaw with your teeth.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're gonna be the end of me." He runs his big paw-like hand over your breast, gently squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over the nipple through the fabric of your dress making your breath hitch. "So what's the deal anyways, the hot shot lawyer not doin' it for you anymore?"

"Oh he does it for me enough Frank. A girl just gets a lil greedy sometimes…" you grin and pull him out of the plush town car and into your even plusher building, your mouth on his all the way up in the elevator to where Matt is waiting for you both.

He's reclined on the huge leather couch, tie hanging loose around his neck with a whiskey tumbler in hand as you drag your new toy through the door.

"Hey kids! I know you had fun tonight, I can smell it." He drawls, taking a sip of whiskey before he gets to his feet. "Did you take care of my darling girl, Castle?"

Frank flushes red. "Think she's the one takin' care o' me Murdock."

You pull Frank with you as you wind yourself around Matt, tasting the booze on his lips as you kiss him. "Get my zipper for me, Mister Castle?" You plead, and Matt nods at him before Frank moves to slide the zip of your dress slowly all the way down from your nape to the small of your back. His fingers brush over the thin waistband of your underwear and you hum, shimmying free of your dress and unhooking your bra. The fabric pools down at your feet leaving you naked except for your panties. You turn around and Frank is left drinking you up with his eyes.

"Time for bed I think, don't you?" Matt says, and Frank nods as he watches your hips swing as you walk towards the huge bed on the other side of the room. You slide your knickers down your legs, bending over and giving Frank an eyeful of your bare ass and everything else before kicking off your heels and making yourself comfortable on the bed. Matt's already shirtless and following, snapping his belt free of the loops, his red tie dangling from the fingers of his other hand. "Did you have some dessert?"

Frank's tongue peaks out from between his lips as he catches the faint remainder of your taste. "A little, yeah."

Matt grins twirling the tie. "Such a sweet perfect pussy, could eat her all night long." he muses. "But, sometimes she gets wild, much safer to restrain her."

"Hey!" You huff in mock protest.

Frank slowly unbuttons his jacket, aware that you're watching his every move. "S'that so?" He replies, carefully rolling up his shirt sleeves and prowling towards you. You give him a satisfied smile as you know he's gaining more confidence with you. Matt scootches you up the bed, wrapping the silk tie skillfully around your wrists and knotting it through the bedrail. You squirm and nod, more than ready for what's to come.

"I know how much of a fucking tease she can be. So go ahead, get her back." Matt instructs, and now that Frank's in this situation with the memory of what happened in the restaurant he doesn't think twice, crawling onto the bed, curling his huge hands around your thighs to spread your legs apart.

Rough fingertips trace your soft skin and it makes you shiver, feeling the touch of someone who's not Matt is a definite thrill. You bite down on your lip, chest heaving as your body yearns for him to touch and taste, to play with and penetrate you. All while your Kingpin is happy to sit on the sidelines and conduct the proceedings.

You both moan long and loud as Frank finally dives forward, pulling your hips towards his mouth, his tongue licking you from hole to clit in one strong committed swipe. He holds you firmly and you purr, writhing and bucking your hips as he alternates such soft swirling teasing with fucking his tongue deep in and out of your aching cunt, over and over again. You're so responsive and he feels you strain and pull at your husband's tie holding you captive as he laps at your clit until you can't do anything but beg for his cock.

"Is he that good, baby?" Matt softly questions, "Not better than me surely?"

You can only mewl in answer as Frank rises to that challenge, ending you in a moaning, panting mess as he makes you come on his lips. When he surfaces his mouth and chin is shining, covered with your arousal. Matt sidles up to him, his hand sliding around the back of Frank's thick neck pulling him close as he unashamedly licks the taste of you from his swollen lips. Frank can't think or respond as Matt's dexterous fingers start to unbutton his shirt, so drunk on you. You watch hungrily as he easily flips him onto his back and removes his shoes and pants while he's so distracted. His pupils are blown full and black as Matt's slender fingers trail teasingly down the deep cut lines of his muscles and Frank grunts, jolting as Matt's hand continues down to palm his thick cock through his shorts.

"What the fuck Murdock?"

Matt flashes his teeth in a devilish grin as he gives him a squeeze. "Just curious. Come on big boy, don't keep her waiting."

You're laughing breathlessly at their interactions but the anticipation of what will happen next has you feeling a little nervous too as Frank grunts and turns back around, all of his focus on you.

"Let her loose." He growls, gaze burning right through you.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." You tut at Matt, stealing several hot, wet kisses from him as he untethers you. Then you're free, launching yourself at Frank, taking him by surprise and pinning his massive bulk to the bed. His hands run lightly up your sides, as your own scratch with your nails over his broad pectorals, your mouth quickly following their path, tasting his scarred skin. He hisses as you work your way down his hard body reaching the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down and releasing his heavy cock, the hunger in your eyes unmistakable as they land on it.

You tease with light kisses up his thick length to the tip where you flick out your tongue to taste, and the salty musk of him has your clenching around nothing as he leaks onto your tongue with a rough gasp.

"Yeah, she'll do that to ya." Matt muses as he observes.

You've been slick and ready since the restaurant, to hell with waiting any longer you think, crawling up his muscular form, straddling his hips and grinding your wet pussy along his length so he knows how much you want him and besides, Matty said you could have him after all. When you move back you tilt your pelvis, catching his tip at your entrance and lowering yourself down to force the fat head of his cock inside.

Frank groans and you cry out as you try to keep sinking down on him.

"Fuck baby, take it easy, okay?"

You're so fucking tight and hot and he's barely inside you.

Matt chuckles from his comfortable seat near the bed. "That what you wanted, Princess? Another cock to stuff you full?"

Frank's thumbs circle on your skin as he holds onto your hips, guiding you as you take another inch, you're whimpering as he's splitting you open. You're a fucking dream and his cock throbs as you keep going, you're squeezing him so tightly he has to think about something else, anything else or he's never gonna last.

"Doesn't she feel just sublime, Castle?"

You grab onto his wrist, moving his hand to the juncture of your thighs and encouraging him to pay attention to the already swollen bundle of nerves there, praying that the feeling will relax your body so you can take him all.

"Damn, so fuckin' tight…"

He keeps moving slowly, carefully, smoothing his free hand up your body, caressing you as he's finally buried in you to the hilt.

"Yeah, attagirl, there you go…" Frank soothes, watching your mouth drop open as he pumps his hips up a couple of times. He can't believe his luck.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you feel so full already, and when you feel the mattress dip as Matt positions himself behind you and between Frank's legs, you just about lose your mind.

"Are you ready for me now, sweetheart?"

You sob with desperation at Matt's question, whimpering yet again as he teases around the only other place he can go, very gently circling and pushing his already lubricated finger past the tight ring of your ass.

"C'mon, you wanted this. Didn't you baby?" He purrs at you with an edge of sarcasm, and as soon as he feels you relax he adds another digit, loosening you up so you can take the girth of his dick. One hand slides around your neck and the other braces around your waist as he lines himself up and slowly sinks inside you. It burns but he's right, it's everything you want.

"Mm- y-yes Matt!" You cry out at the overwhelming combination of them both, dancing on the threshold of pain and pleasure.

"Yeah, there's my greedy girl. Look at her Frank, cockdrunk already."

You're at the mercy of two men who want nothing more than to satisfy you, stuffed beyond comprehension.

"Move." Matt growls at Frank over your shoulder, clipped moans tumbling from your lips as they both start to fuck you in perfect syncrony. Frank's hands get a firm hold of your hips, your breasts bouncing as he pistons hard up into you. You whine, you plead, you beg, and you don't even know why because they're already giving you everything.

It doesn't take long until Frank can feel your pussy begin to flutter, you're about to come undone, and his balls draw up tight, dripping with your slick as he stuffs himself inside your perfect cunt over and over.

"Goddamn… I'm close sweetheart, real fucking close. W-where d'you want me to-"

"Fill her right up Frank," Matt growls low, "fuck it right into her like the spoiled little cumslut wants." He reaches around and squeezes your nipples hard between his fingers.

You cry pathetically at Matt's filthy words, but he knows that it makes you weak, gets you off.

"Oh sorry, was that too much kitten?" He smirks as he keeps pounding against your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh reminding you that you're his. He's not going to last long either with the way you're taking them.

"Mm! Ohh!"

"Good girl, fuck, yeah, just like that, just-like-that…" Frank suddenly roars as he spills first, thrusting deep in you with a grunt as you squeeze and clench around them, Matt following and groaning loud soon after as you're coming so hard you can't see and your head's completely empty of any thought other than how much you want them both.

As you come back down to earth Matt's breathy voice reaches your ears. "Honey, sweetie, darling, you okay?" you feel the light soothing touch of his hands running over your skin and slowly open your eyes.

"Mmm." You hum, looking up at both men as they're gently cleaning you up.

Matt smiles at you, kisses your forehead and turns to Frank. "You did real good, Castle. Don't think I've ever seen her this wrecked before. I'm thinking maybe you should stick around, help keep my angel satisfied when things get hectic around here."

At your insistence Frank leans down and you kiss him slow, lingering as you drag his bottom lip between your teeth.

"Think you'd want that job Frankie?" You ask him hopefully. "Because it sounds like a vacancy has just opened up."

After what just happened Frank finds it extremely difficult to say no.

[earthmixsclowderofcats]

I love seeing your YiDiao tags, so YiDiao and 15, 24, 27, 29 and 30?

Teeheehee. I had hoped that if I was out on the dancefloor making a fool of myself eventually some other people may toe out onto it.

Thank you nonnie.

15. Who wakes up first?

Oh that's an interesting one, because I can see points for it being both of them. Martial arts requires a lot of discipline, especially to get as good as Diao has at his age, so I imagine he's not unused to early morning runs. Plus he's shown getting up kinda early to water his plants, so I think he's probably pretty domestic and used to taking care of himself, what with being shipped over to England. It's canon that he has domestic household skills like cooking that Kuea doesn't have. Plus it just kind of fits my vibe for him. But if he doesn't have anything planned for the day he isn't opposed to sleeping in late once in a while.

As for Yi, he is also very dedicated, but in a different way. He's a successful businessman and has a lot to look over. Plus, I'm pretty sure he's the type of person to keep himself busy to avoid unnecessary Thoughts and Feelings.

They probably both wake up early. When Diao wakes up early he lets himself have a few minutes alone and then wakes up Yi because he knows that is what he would want. To not be wasting time laying about all day.

When Yi wakes up first he uses it as an excuse to watch Diao sleep without getting teased for it. To cuddle him some more and enjoy it.

Also, morning sex is definitely a thing for them. Why not start the day off right?

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear when during inappropriate times?

This is another one that I feel like it could be both of them but in different ways. Yi tries to do it in a sexy alpha male kind of way sometimes. But he's very soft about it. It's not degrading in any way, even in a teasing consensual manner. He asks Diao what he wants. If he feels good. If he wants it deeper. In a different position. He gets off on Diao getting off.

Plus, he'd be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego a bit. What, he's only a man. What type of man wouldn't want to hear about how their dick is rocking their husbands world?

Diao sees this and understands it. He knows what Yi wants to hear, and he usually plays along. He's also the one who is more likely to get dirty in a more raunchy way.

He wants to hear and to know how Yi wants him. It's a mutual confirmation of their importance to one another.

He's more likely to be a bit bratty and demanding when he's high strung and willing to work Yi up for both of their benefits.

I'm imagining a time where Yi is going slow and soft, and it's nice, it always is, but it's not the itches that Diao needs to scratch so he eggs him on.

"Come on, I thought you were going to fuck me?"

He doesn't do it often, but every once in a while, in the heat of the moment he has a mouth that could make a phone sex operator blush.

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Oh this is adorable. I think probably Diao tbh. Yi would say that he doesn't have a singing voice, but he probably hums quietly instead.

29. One headcanon about this otp that breaks your heart?

Hmm. Probably that Yi never thought Diao would actually love him. He probably thought he'd be happier with Kuea, or someone else his age. That he would marry him out of obligation, and never know that Yi actually loved him.

(because just telling him that is too easy and Yi is not emotionally smart enough for that.)

I guess maybe, sometimes he still worries if his love comes across as much as he hopes it does. He probably worries a lot about wasted time.

Diao thinks it's heartbreaking that the accident had to happen at all, that Yi blames himself, that it put such a detour in their relationship that they almost didn't come back from properly.

I'd say also, that as much as they love their (eventual) kids, and have come to understand that their families never wanted the best for them, that they still miss the idea of their kids having traditional grandparents.

30. One headcanon about this otp that mends it.

Not to be a whore for the concept of a found family, but I'm always a whore for the concept of a found family. They have Lian and Kuea and everyone else to support them.

They will probably always regret a lot about their relationship,but they come to understand that anything in the past doesn't negate what they have now.

[sinclarify]

think i should just post little teasers of each character before i make my massive yap session post about them... and here's the one and only hideyo hidaka !!! teeheehee.. cw: hes a little fucking freak

A sharp laugh cuts the air as Hideyo hears this question, his eyes squinting ever-so-slightly. Oh, how fun. He certainly wasn't expecting a question like this, nor was he expecting it to be so... so forward, but he can't deny the spark of amusement that's suddenly set alight in him. He raises an eyebrow, his hand tilting his chin before he opens his mouth to answer.

"Hmm... let's pretend you didn't ask that in such an indelicate way, shall we?"

He tilts his head and a smirk flashes across his lips as he says this, his eyes flashing and his words laced with a subtle sort of mockery that makes it clear he thinks he's above you, above all of this. Of course, he truly believes that nobody has any right to question his actions... but there's some urge in the back of his mind that tells him to humour you, just this once. Maybe he just wants to see you squirm at his answer. He sniffs, and as he ponders what to say next, the glee on his face becomes even more evident.

"...should there be a reason I act the way I do? Tell me, does having a tragic backstory make my actions, my desires, any more tolerable? Would it make you feel better if I said , 'oh woe is me, it's not my fault, here's an insipid little excuse!'...?"

As he speaks, his words gradually get more biting, the light in his eyes degenerating into a deep murkiness. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; and as such, Hideyo's soul must be one that's completely twisted, completely devoid of any humanity or morality or anything associated with 'good'. He chuckles once more, straightening up before pushing his glasses up his nose.

"I simply have a taste for the macabre...! Breaking things apart, building them back together... having the power to make things squirm and writhe in pain - knowing that I'm in control of whether it stops or not, it's exhilarating.""

He's almost breathless now, his words strained and desperate, a complete far cry from his usual poised self. He folds his arms, fingernails digging into his skin with enough force to break it, but he stops right before any true impact can be made.

"A man has to let loose once in a while... and this is my way of doing it. Is that answer satisfying enough for you?"

[emblemxeno]

Localization Differences: Peri, from Childish Killer with a Serious Problem to “Quirky Murderer XD”

I know Peri is not the most popular character, and she’s not one of my personal favorites either, though I still like her. But while she does make references to killing a lot in the JP version, localization makes this stuff constant, and tries to be funny with it but it gets old fast IMO. 

I talked about this with @manifestmerlin before, with how Peri really seems like a character who is aware of what she’s doing but doesn’t really know how to stop; in that, she has supports that shows she does want to stop or at least learn of ways she can direct her fury towards instead. Localization having her make jokes about her killing almost makes it seem like she doesn’t want to stop, that she doesn’t care to. And she’s unable to take anything seriously.

This is just the stuff that I could find, courtesy of Fateswartable, this Pastebin that has a bunch of translated supports and translating stuff from PegasusKnight.com.

You can do comparisons with the localized version too, here’s her localized quotes page, and her localized supports page.

This post is long, so I’ll put the rest under the cut.

Birthright Chapter 12 Engaging her in battle:

Treehouse: “I'm gonna bring your guts back to Lord Xander! Teeheehee!”

JP: “Ehehe~. I’m gonna defeat you and Marx-sama will praise me!”

Birthright Chapter 12 vs. Corrin:

Treehouse

Peri: Ooh! I found you, you little traitor!

Corrin: I am not a traitor! King Garon is a tyrant! And who are you, anyway? 

Peri: Not a traitor? But Lord Xander said you were... I'm Peri! No offense, but I'm going to kill you now.

Corrin: None taken. Wait, what am I saying?

JP version

Pieri: Oh~! I found the traitorous little brother! Kamui: Traitorous- little brother…? Pieri: Huh~? Is that wrong? But didn’t Lord Marx say that? Kamui: Big brother… Pieri: Woah, did you get sad? Guess there’s no choice but to make you better with a fight!

Birthright Chapter 12 Defeating her:

Treehouse: “Huh...that's strange. Usually, I'm the one doing the stabbing and killing. I need to retreat and think about this...”

JP version: “Wehh… You’re pretty strong… Pieri will have to retreat for today!”

Birthright Chapter 26 Pre Battle Lines:

Treehouse: “Ooh, I can't wait for them to get here! When does the stabby party begin?! […] What?! But I wanna spill someone's blood! This is important!”

JP version: “Wah…! They finally came. Pieri’s been looking forward to this! Pieri will prepare for battle immediately! […] Hmph. But why? This is an important battle…”

Chapter 26 More Pre-battle Lines:

Treehouse:

Peri: “Besides, they must have double-crossed you! Which one of you did this to Lady Elise? I'll gut you!” […] Laslow: “None of you fiends will get within shouting distance of Lord Xander.” Peri: “Yeah! At least, not in one piece. Heehee!”

JP version:

Pieri: “But it’s good we came! This isn’t supposed how a duel goes! Were you tricked and attacked by them!?” […] Lazward:  “ …Bring it on. I won’t let you lay a hand on Lord Marx!” Pieri: “You won’t defeat Pieri!”

Birthright Chapter 26 Engaging her in battle:

Treehouse: “Are you ready to die? If not, I'll give you 10 seconds to get ready. Time's up!”

JP version: “ Prepare yourself! Pieri won’t forgive you for laying a hand on Lord Marx! Pieri will kill e~veryone from Hoshido!”

Birthright Chapter 26 Defeating her:

Treehouse: “I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Lord Xander. So this is what death feels like...”

JP version: “…Lord Marx… Pieri… said… she would protect you… But… this is… the end… Pieri… is happy…she could fight… Pieri…always…… loved… you…Lord… Ma-……”

Conquest Chapter 12 Intro:

Treehouse: “Aw, phooey. I didn't get any stabby-stabby time in. At least we saved you. […] I'm Peri! P for pulverize, E for eviscerate, R for ruin, I for impale! Kee hee! Laslow and I are Lord Xander's retainers. He's really worried about you! That's why he sent us to kill things on his behalf. Best job ever! […] It's no use. I know that look in his eyes... it's the same one I have! It means he's raring to fight. […] Hee hee, then let's gut these fools quickly and save our princess! I'm gonna stabby-stab every last one of them! It'll be SO FUN! […] Awww, that's not FAIR! I was all ready to get my killface on. Phooey. Whatever, I'll do my best. I guess hitting things will have to suffice.”

JP version: “That was dangerous!! But we were able to save you properly! […] Pieri calls herself Pieri! Lord Marx really worries about Lady Kamui, you know. But because he’s away on a mission, he asked us, his vassals, to come instead! […] You should give it up, Lady Kamui. The enemy is ready to fight. […] Ehehe… Then I’ll kill them all quickly to save Lady Elise. A~ll the enemies are just meat-puppets to Pieri! […]  *pouts* Not killing is boring! But, Pieri will work hard too, as much as possible.”

Conquest Chapter 16:

Treehouse: “MILORD! I missed you so much! I made sure to keep Lady Corrin safe even though she didn't let me kill things! […] Heehee, I'm an expert at making baddies suffer, so it was a piece of cake!”

JP version: “Lord Marx, you’re here! Lady Kamui was protected perfectly! […] Hehe! It’s only natural given Pieri’s excellence!”

Revelation Chapter 17 Intro:

Treehouse: “Bah! You all are so slow! If I'd left a river of blood in my wake—like I normally do—you'd be swallowed by it! […]  I'm Peri! P as in pierce, E as in eviscerate, R as in rupture, and I as in injure! Like Laslow here, I'm Lord Xander's retainer! I learned a new way to go about butchering the enemy—I can't wait to show it off!”

JP version: “Hey, your running is too slow. Be glad Pieri let you catch up! […]  Pieri is called Pieri! Like Lazward, Pieri is Prince Marx’s retainer! Pieri loves figthing! Pieri will pound everyone into nice lumps of meat!

Museum Melee

Treehouse: “Heehee! Who cares about this junk? I just wanna get to the fighting! Are you suuuuuure we can't kill them, Lady Corrin?”

JP version: “Pieri loves to fight, but to tell you the truth, I'm not interested in rare weapons! Pieri is a result-oriented person, and I don't care what kind of weapon you use, as long as you can defeat the enemy. So when I get a rare weapon, I give it away to someone who wants it. Pieri is so kind!”

Anna on the Run

Treehouse: “Wow...a bunch of brothers who all look alike. That's really something! You won't mind if I kill six or seven, right? You'll hardly notice they're gone!”

JP version:  “What? Pieri has heard your name somewhere. Um... … Ah! It's the name of the ingredients I used last time! That was fun. I chopped it a lot and made it into tender minced meat. Fufu, you guys will cook the same way soon!”

Class Change

Treehouse: "Yay! A whole new way to end lives!"

JP version: “Wow, new clothes! I’m so happy!”

Hot Springs

Treehouse: “Hi, Lady Corrin! This isn't what I usually like to bathe in, but it'll do!” (She’s referring to how she likes to bathe in her enemy’s blood)

JP version: “Look, look! Pieri has a big chest! I wanna show Kamui-sama, too!”

Accessory Shop

Treehouse: “It's fun here! Not stabby fun, but pretty great anyway!”

JP version: “Pieri really likes this place! There are a lot of cute things!”

Giving an accessory

Treehouse:

Likes: "For me? Thanks! I can hardly wait to gut someone with it!" Dislikes: "Eh. My ribbon is WAY cuter. I hope you didn't kill anyone you liked for this." Not given one: "Hrmph, I don't have time to go shopping. This is stressful—where's a butler?" (She’s stressed so she wants to go kill a butler)

JP version:

Likes: “Kamui-sama, I can have this!? Pieri looks great now! Thank you!” Dislikes: “Hmm, I don't really like it. Pieri likes her usual ribbon.” Not given one: “But I don't have time... so today...I'm going to blow my frustration away with training!”

Conquest Endgame Plea:

Treehouse: “Dying's no fun. If you die, you can't stab stuff anymore! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!”

JP version: “No, no, no, no, you can't die! If you die, you'll become nothing but meat!”

Supports

Just in general, she offhandedly mentions killing a lot more in localization than in the JP version. Though it’s not exclusive to her, localization has other characters bring it up a lot when around her too. I’ll talk about the differences I find most notable.

Peri/Kaze

I can’t find a clean translation of this one anywhere, so I had to use the JP script from PegasusKnight.com and translate it from there.

Kaze C support has Kaze ask Peri if her candy is made out of people, to which Peri replies “of course they’re not made out of purple.” That entire bit (including Kaze’s question) is a localization addition, not in the JP version at all. With this and that My Room line where she’s like “there’s blood on your lips, let me get it” (which is also localization only), they wanted to make her seem cannibalistic??? Don’t know why, that’s just weird.

In the JP version, the end of the A support kind of takes a different spin? When Kaze describes how he thinks cooking is a more valuable skill than killing, Peri considers his words and is like, “So you like my cooking more than my killing? Then, Pieri will makes sure to cook more then!”. The localization kind of changes the exchange, and has Peri brush it off as Kaze being silly. Again, she doesn’t bother to consider it or take it seriously.

This one I can be completely off the mark with, lol. In the JP version of S support, Kaze says “私も…ピエリさんのことをお慕いしていますよ.” which I think is a round-a-bout way to say I love you, and it’s so round-a-bout that Peri doesn’t understand it at first. In localization, Kaze just says he’s infatuated with her, and in response Peri says “In-fat-chew-eighted?” I know it’s a huge language barrier to get across, but for a western audience it makes her look childish and dumb, instead of Kaze using vague/weird words and her being confused by it. Idk, I don’t personally like it and I would’ve done that part differently.

Peri/Silas

In the JP version, B support starts with Peri repeatedly saying how frustrated she is. In localization, Peri instead says “I’m so mad, I could slice up a puppy!” Very unnecessary IMO.

Peri/Kaden

The localization just has a lot of tonal and word differences that kind of make Peri less willing to change her ways and more like “ugh fine I guess since I promised, I’ll have to” along with more gratuitous killing jokes. The comparison between the two has to be seen to be believed IMO, so here’s the localized support vs the JP one. (Also localization has her say she’s gonna take a knife and carve out Kaden’s heart, sooooo... yeah, more violence that wasn’t necessary to add. It also just makes it seem like Kaden was coerced into marriage when he himself was fine with it in the JP version)

Peri/Arthur

This is actually a completely different conversation in localization compared to the JP version. Localization has Peri need a new blade (stabbing stick as she calls it), whereas the JP version has her need a new dress because the area around the chest is too tight. The former being a blade instead makes it more open to “haha funny” moments of her talking about killing the tailor and even more of a “why is Arthur even talking to a person like Peri” kind of mood. 

Again this has to be seen to be believed. Here’s localization. Here’s JP support.

And this is less of a Treehouse problem and more of an American thing, but god. I can’t stand the puritan attitude with stuff like this. Why is a woman casually talking about murder less of an issue than a woman casually talking about her breasts? Yeah, she has boobs and boobs cause problems sometimes. Big deal. You have a man literally commit seppuku in front of your eyes and a girl light herself on fire in the same game. You have a cutscene that zeroes in on Camilla’s chest, crotch and ass in the same game. Why is a random support such an issue now?

Was it Peri talking like a child the thing that made the people at Treehouse uncomfortable? Well 1) she’s not a child and 2) they already changed her dialogue so she speaks more like an adult, so why was the change to the entire support necessary. This isn’t the only time they do this either, they did the same thing with Niles’ dick jokes in his support with Odin and Caeldori’s negative image of her own body in her support with Rhajat.

But another issue I have with the Peri/Arthur support is that in the JP version, Arthur finds a way to manipulate his bad luck, by saying he wants the opposite of what he actually needs at the market. His bad luck then turns into the best result. He does this in both the A support and S support, but localization cuts this entire bit out. Localized S support also has Peri say she “has a ring merchant to punish” so again. Gratuitous murder reference.

Peri/Odin

The localized version of the support is good, but the changes that I’ve already gone through make this support look out of character for her. When you change the whole thing, you need to make sure you change everything related to it. You can’t make Peri be more nonchalant about killing to the point where she makes jokes about it, yet have keep the support where she’s like “I’ve been practicing how to calm down when I get angry so I don’t do anything bad, so I taught the same to these criminals too”; that just isn’t in line what’s being established. Either you go all the way, or you don’t change the other things this drastically. The support is phenomenal, don’t get me wrong, but it just doesn’t fit with what Treehouse tried to do with Peri as it is.

But also localization cut out the part where she said she brought Laslow to the underground to help with rehabilitating the criminals and he got his ass kicked at first and that was hilarious to me. -10 points for Treehouse.

Peri/Niles

In the JP version of B support, Peri is legitimately scared of there possibly being a killer doll in her house. In the localized version, Peri says she would’ve played with it nonstop. Not only is this another instance of Peri being a “quirky murderer XD”, but it logically makes no sense since in A support, when Niles says the murder doll was in her house, she says she needs to go kill it right away. This is the same in both localization and JP, so now there’s also a logic issue caused by changing a line that didn’t need to be changed.

Localized A support also inserts another gratuitous murder line. When Niles asks what hobbies Peri got into as a kid, she replies “Dismemberment, murder, and torture. You know...normal kid stuff.” In the JP version, Niles instead asks, “I heard that when you were little you did whatever you wanted” to which Peri replies “Yes! Pieri has never been told off my father. Pieri is a good girl.” An insight into Peri’s home life. Her dad never told her off, which includes not telling her off when she killed servants. This little bit of info is lost in localization, replaced with the dismemberment line above.

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Anyway yeah, pretty different right? Again, Peri’s jacked up morals and attitude would rub people the wrong way regardless if the translation were more accurate or not. But still, the localization goes out of its way to make the references to killing pop up more often and with weirdly exaggerated detail. It’s just an entirely new layer of off-putting on top of a character that was unsettling as she was. So it’s even more difficult to even bother considering that she might have some fine points, when her lines were changed to be more “quirky and crazy” than they already were.

Personally, this gave me a new perspective on Peri, though I’d totally understand if that’s not the case for anyone else. I just wanted to make a post about her since her character has been on my mind a lot lol.

[mertronus]

The Gift of Confession

In honor of our dearest's birthday, I've written this sweet little thing for the original Romione shipper :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY JAMES POTTER!

Enjoy your gift *teeheehee*

TW: mention of sex/sexual encounters (non-explicit)

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“Our first kiss was after the Yule Ball. We argued, and then stormed off to bed, but I couldn’t sleep so I went back to the Common Room to look for my book from earlier. Ron was there staring at the fire. I could tell that the will to argue was gone from him as much as it was from me so we sat and talked. I confessed that I had wanted him to ask me and when he didn’t, I said yes to someone else. He said he wanted to but was afraid, so I told him to grow some bollocks...and he did. He leaned in and kissed me.

Things were pretty awkward for a bit after that. In fact, we didn’t kiss again or even talk about the kiss until we were on the train heading home. He pulled me into an empty compartment to talk about Harry - we were so worried - and that led to him confessing that he was worried about me heading home. Meanwhile, I was afraid for him being in the Wizarding world while I would be essentially hidden in the Muggle world. We were both pretty unwilling to separate.

‘I’ll miss you,’ he said to me.

I smiled up at him and said, ‘I’ll miss you too.’

‘Be careful,’ he practically whispered. ‘Come to the Burrow as soon as you can.’

I promised I would, and he kissed me.

By the time I joined him that summer, we were all heading to Grimmauld Place. We spent a good amount of time alone - Harry had yet to arrive and Ginny was chasing after the twins as the three of them tried to eavesdrop on Order meetings. So, in our solitude we took up snogging in Ron’s bedroom and even started exploring each other a bit - nothing below the waist at my insistence, of course. Once Harry came - and almost caught us - we had to stop. We wanted to focus on Harry anyway.

Fifth year we got lost in a world of supporting Harry. There was so much anger and confusion and fear...our only moments of reprieve were during prefect rounds. Whenever Harry had detentions we were way too worried to snog - I was at least. Ron wanted the distraction but he understood that I was too worked up.

When he gifted me the perfume for Christmas that year, I chastised him later, I’ll admit. I told him that he would give us away, and that was why I acted indifferent towards the gift. The truth was...I loved it. I told him that the homework planner wasn’t my true gift, but that I needed to give him his real gift in private. I uh...fisted him for the first time that evening and had to tell him to stop smiling so hard for several days.

He wanted to reciprocate, but I was in the middle of my monthly ‘curse’ as I sometimes call it. He didn’t get to return the favor until a couple of months later. We were in the Room of Requirement following a D.A. meeting.

We went all the way that summer at the Burrow - in his room before Harry arrived. We only had that one chance that summer, as it is quite hard to facilitate a task like that with Ron’s mum always on guard. We didn’t get to enjoy such intimacy again until after rounds at the start of term. We made use of an empty classroom a couple of times those first few weeks...until he started to pull away and act distant. He denied all of my advances and I had no idea what I’d done to deserve it.

Unfortunately, he didn’t deny the advances of my own roommate. He told me later that he knew it would hurt me as much as I had apparently hurt him - not that I knew I’d hurt him, of course. But by the time we were able to sort that out, it was months later.

Anyway, I allowed him to have his tantrum, but I did write him a letter telling him that the way I saw it, he belonged to me. And that if he so much as looked at her body, or allowed her to so much as look at him, that I would never, ever, forgive him.

Apparently, despite her best efforts, Ron had already decided that the two of them would never go past snogging.

It still hurt, he was right to assume it would, and I attempted to get him back with Cormac but that was its own near disaster. After that, I just acted like I didn’t care. I knew that if he thought I didn’t care what he did, that he would feel even worse.

Godric, we were such children.

I did care, of course, as everyone saw plainly when he was poisoned. I ran to him. When he woke up, I confessed how afraid I was as well as how much he hurt me, and he confessed to his hurt - he thought that he was my second kiss, and not my first. I straightened that out immediately and he felt quite daft. I, in turn, apologized for the birds and the other ways I hurt him.

I didn’t pressure him to break up with Lavender, but he knew what I wanted. I just figured that I would give him time - I knew it was hard for him. He started avoiding her and even promised that he wasn’t snogging her, but eventually I’d had enough and told him to break things off with her or I would.

He actually tried at one point, but she didn’t take him seriously and tried to kiss him, so he fled. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

Just when I thought I would have to do something drastic, the incident with the Invisibility Cloak happened. A week later, we reunited properly after rounds on the Astronomy Tower. Then again in a broom closet. Then once more in his dorm since we found it blessedly empty.

By the summer, after everything happened, we knew we needed to keep ‘us’ under wraps. We would begin a mission with Harry soon, and had no idea how long it would take or where it would take us, and we wanted to focus on Harry and the task at hand. We also didn’t want him to feel like a third wheel and do something thick like try to go at it alone.

We tried, but I know we slipped up a few times. I was way too outwardly worried about Ron the night we got Harry from the Dursleys, but I figured that I was worried about all of us. Ron and I danced way too much at the wedding. We even made plans to slip away but thank Merlin we never did. I still shudder when I think of what could have happened. And then we fell asleep holding hands and I really think Harry noticed.

We tried to keep our distance, but the pull to one another was too strong. We made a habit of stealing time together whenever Harry was watching the Ministry or at night when we were sure he was asleep.

Of course, that locket changed everything. It completely morphed Ron’s perception of why I was adamant we keep us a secret - he thought I was ashamed or worse: that I wanted to be with Harry instead! I mean, honestly.

In turn, the locket made me think that Ron was only using me, first for my brains, then for my body. When he left, he broke my heart for a second time, but I didn’t realize just how broken his was too...for so many reasons.

When he returned, I was torn between forgiving him and taking him into my arms, or remaining angry and letting him suffer. I chose the latter, for a bit, but forgiveness eventually won. We took things slow, and also had to be mindful of the close quarters we were sharing with Harry. We shared a few stolen kisses in the tent and the forest, but nothing else until during our stay at Shell Cottage.

We confessed everything - all of our misconceptions and miscommunications, all of our insecurities and second-guessing. And, we shared our true feelings for the first time. Ron told me he loved me on the beach near Shell Cottage, and after I said it back, we made love under the stars.

But, we still had a mission to complete, and we were so close.

‘Just a little while longer,’ he told me that night. ‘I can feel it...we’re almost there.’

‘When this is over, we’ll tell everyone,’ I told him. ‘I don’t want to hide anymore.’

It was so hard to hold it in. I wanted to tell everyone that this gorgeous, witty, loving man was all mine. Now that everything had been truly said, I couldn’t stop seeing all of the reasons that I loved him. During the battle it all added up - his brilliant ideas, his almost flawless impersonation of parseltongue, his strength, his courage, his faith in my abilities...his compassion. Suddenly, I didn’t care anymore. I needed to publicly show my love for him before it was too late - before one of us was gone.

‘Now or never.’ He had said it that day, didn’t he?

He was right. We had spent so many years hiding - not just from others, but from ourselves. We were done hiding. We were ready to live and come clean. So...that’s why we decided to tell you everything.”

Harry looked between Ron and Hermione gobsmacked, his eyes blinking rapidly. Ron was bright red, but happy that he had Hermione do all the talking. Ginny, sitting beside Harry, looked amused but not entirely surprised. Impressed, maybe?

“So,” Harry started slowly, “you’re telling me, that the kiss in the Room of Requirement during the battle, wasn’t your first kiss?”

Ron smiled shyly. “Nope. Far from it, mate.”

“All those times, all these years...Grimmauld Place, the dorms, while you were on rounds…” Harry sat back, deep in thought. “When I came into Ron’s room, just before the hunt, and Hermione you were sorting books…”

Hermione nodded. “Yup. You’d almost walked in on us.”

“That time that I swore Ron was in the loo but it turned out to be you?” He said to Hermione.

“Ron was in the loo...he had your cloak,” Hermione smirked.

“Figured it best that she be the one to leave...so she wouldn’t uh see anything.” Ron shrugged.

“Ta, good thinking mate,” Harry deadpanned. “When I thought I heard Hermione’s voice in the dorm, and Ron you said it was a dream?”

Another shrug. “Yeah, mate. Sorry. We forgot the muffliato.”

“Harry, if we went through all the times you almost walked in on us, almost caught us, we’d be here all day. And I would like to have some cake.”

Harry still sat and stared at them both in disbelief.

“Harry,” Ginny touched his arm, “are you really that surprised?”

He turned to his girlfriend. “Are you really not?”

She shrugged. “I knew they were likely shagging like rabbits.”

“No you did not!” Hermione said indignantly.

“You two were pretty obvious,” Ginny laughed. Then she glanced at Harry. “At least, to anyone who was paying attention.”

“Oi!” Harry yelled, “I pay attention! I was just...preoccupied.”

Hermione reached a hand out and placed it on Harry’s. “It’s alright, Harry, we don’t blame you for not knowing - that was our goal, wasn’t it? We just really wanted to come clean about it all.”

Harry shook his head. “And you felt that today of all days was the day to do that?”

Ron smiled. “Happy Birthday?”

After a brief silence, Harry grabbed the pillow that was resting behind him and threw it at Ron. Laughter and pillows filled the air of the Burrow’s topmost bedroom, until the sound of Mrs. Weasley’s voice could be heard calling them down for cake.

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What? It could have been. Do we really know that the kiss we witnessed through Harry's eyes was actually their first kiss?!?! No....no we do not. And I will stand on that hill forever. LMAO!!!

Edited to add: Dear gentle readers...when I wrote this originally, I had Hermione use an awkward term for an act that she did to Ron ...when it was brought to my attention what it would be read as, I attempted to change it, and the entire Discord server jumped me, so I left it. However, when Hermione says she uh...fisted Ron...she's referring to a hand job. I feel better now. Thanks for reading. Back to your days citizens. :D

[hamiltonimagines]

Frolicking in the Park

Pairing: Jonathon x Reader (platonic)

Request: “omg could you do like a platonic one with Jonathan Groff 🥺 like where they're just friends and go mess around in a park or something teeheehee” - @trost-town

Word Count: 1k

“Jonathon, over here” I called out. Jonathon was my best friend and we had arranged to meet up at the park today. He heard my voice and looked over in my direction.

His eyes lit up when he saw me. He ran over towards me. When he got to me, he picked me up and spun me me in a circle. “Y/N, how is my best friend?” He asked me. “I’m doing good, now put me down. You’re gonna drop me” I whined.

“I’m offended, I would never drop you” he said, pretending to scoff. “Oh shush, you big dork” I said, rolling my eyes.

“So what first?” Jonathon asked me. “Well I saw an ice cream cart, when I got here” I suggested. “Ooooo I love ice cream, let’s go” Jonathon said, grabbed my hand.

“You’re walking too slow, come on. I need ice cream” I said, pulling him behind me. “How are you so fast?” Jonathon asked me, giggling. “Because I’m hungry, now hush and keep up” I said.

We walked up to the ice cream cart and we both ordered our ice cream.

“I don’t know how you can think that chocolate is the best flavor, mint chocolate chip is by far superior” I told Jonathon. “You’re crazy, mint is glorified toothpaste. You may be my best friend, but your choice in ice cream is sub par” Jonathon told me.

“Let me try yours, maybe I’ll change my mind” I told Jonathon, smirking. He handed me his cone of ice cream. I pretended like I was going to try his ice cream. Then, I smeared some of his ice cream on his nose.

His jaw dropped. “You are a cruel cruel woman” he said, wiping the ice cream off his nose. “That’s what you get for bashing my mint chocolate chip” I said, giggling.

“Alright, let’s finish our ice cream. And you are going to stay far far away from my ice cream” Jonathon warned, as we sat down on a park bench.

We finished our ice cream and then started to walk around the park. “Ooo look, there are some swings” Jonathon said, excitedly. “Way over there? That’s so far away” I complained.

“Get on my back” Jonathon suggested. “Come on Jonathon, we're not kids” I protested. “Who’s gonna stop us?” He asked me. “Well, I guess” I said, giving up.

Jonathon squatted down. “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Yep, jump on” Jonathon said. I held onto his shoulders and then hopped onto his back. Jonathon swayed a little.

“I swear, if you drop me” I warned him. “You have no faith in me” he said, as he started jogging to the playground that he had seen.

“Alright now how are you going to get down?” Jonathon asked me. “Just squat down, and don’t let me fall” I told him. He bent down and I carefully slid off of his back. “And she sticks the landing” Jonathon said, laughing.

“Come on, let’s go see these swings that you were so excited about” I said, as I walked over to the swings. We both sat down on the swings. I pulled myself back and started swinging.

“Wait, how are you going so high?” Jonathon asked me. “What do you mean? You just move your legs” I explained to him. “I can’t do it. Mommmm I need help” he said, pretending to whine like a kid.

“Okay fine” I said, stopping my swing. I walked behind Jonathon and pushed him back and forth. Finally, he was swinging pretty high.

I walked around to the front so that I was facing him. I took out my phone and started to record a quick video. I had planned to put it on an Instagram story with the caption: “Teaching Jonathon how to swing”

I was filming this little video, when I got too close to Jonathon and he fully kicked me when he swung forward. It was a kick right to the stomach. I got knocked straight back on my back. “Ow” I winced, as I laid on the ground.

“Wait, are you okay? I’m so sorry” Jonathon asked, quickly trying to stop his swing. I leaned up on my arms and got up to a sitting position. Jonathon stopped his swing and ran over to me.

“Are you okay?” He asked me, kneeling next to me. “Yeah I’m fine, I feel like I just got drop kicked in the stomach though” I said, giggling. “Well let me tell you, that little fall wasn’t what you would call graceful” Jonathon said, teasing me. “Well, if you hadn’t kicked out my guts, we wouldn’t be having this issue right now” I remarked, laughing.

“Okay fair enough” Jonathon said, giving me a hand and helping me stand up. “So we’ve got ice cream, ridden the swings, and tried kickboxing. What else is there to do?” I asked Jonathon. “Well for your safety, I think we should call it a day. Or we could go back to your apartment and get some takeout and watch a movie” Jonathon suggested.

“Takeout sounds like a great idea. So I’ll meet you at my place?” I asked. “Yeah, I’ll walk you to your car though. If you were to get mugged, you wouldn’t be able to fight them off since you’re injured” Jonathon said, still teasing me.

“You don’t think I could take some muggers?” I asked, as we started walking towards my car. “Not in your fragile state” Jonathon said, laughing. “Well, I bet I could take you right now” I joked. “Didn’t you see what happened back there? I almost knocked you out” he said, still laughing to himself.

“Not fair, you could of at least warned me or tried not to kick me” I told him. “I figured you would move, I was flying towards your head” Jonathon said, laughing uncontrollably.

Finally, we got to my car and then Jonathon gave me a hug. “So I’ll see you at your place?” He asked me. “Yup, I’ll be there. See you soon” I told him, as he walked away.

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[ebonix]

I was at work the other day. The day I had my pigtails and crop top. I’m helping this older man get products for his grand daughters. Anyways he’s following me down the aisles. We’re almost where his stuff is. I thought he said, “Oh you’re pretty young.” I asked, “Oh I’m so young?” He corrected me, “ I said, “Well you’re a pretty young thang.”” Lmfaoooo I’m still giggling days later. 🤣😂 Rotfl of course I didn’t respond and just got him his products. But lawdy what did Pops think was gonna happen after that comment?!? Teeheehee. I luv how the older men use to flirt with women. Guys today really think caking a woman a bad bitch is a compliment. Lol Aight Papa, I’ll receive the PYT energy 😆 I was feelin hella fly that day too! I luv me some ruffles, shoulders out and crop tops! It’s funny that I’m so self conscious about my age lol. Less self conscious but aware. My Youngblood coworkers always tell me I look like I’m in my early 20s. Lol I’m almost 30. So, I’ll take it as a compliment. I’m tryna retain my youth until I can gracefully enter my older stages and look my older. But I had a hating ass customer that tried to say my 16 yr old coworker was my daughter. Boo... even with a mask I look too young and good to have a child. I didn’t even really know what sex was at 12 years old. I def didn’t have a child at 12. Work be full of giggle moments. I like my job cuz I genuinely have fun with my coworkers and most customers. Otherwise I’m laid up in my studio bored af. https://www.instagram.com/p/CGOIt8XjAkp1Fsl82pahaWi88kgBlJido2P7xI0/?igshid=u01vgn8hzgpf

[justjen523]

The Birthday Blunder

For: goddess-of-leo  (Happy Birthday!)

Raiting M

Reader x Leon

For Fun I am also working on an art piece that shows Leon in his Kingly form. I will post it when I am finished. Hope you enjoy!

     It was a disaster. Everything that had been so carefully planned for weeks was ruined in a mere moment. Speechless I just stood in the doorway of the living room with my mouth agape and my eyes filling with tears. Yet somehow I still managed to go unnoticed as the gods quarreled among themselves. The beautiful cake I handmade because I wanted to share this special day for me with the twelve gods who had become such an intricate part of my life decorated many areas of the room. The decorations tattered, even what had appeared to be presents were trampled and all I could do was stand there in complete shock.

     “W-Why?” I finally asked yet my voice was so quiet amidst the loud insults and profanity being exchanged mere feet away. By some miracle Aigonorous was the one to hear me and pointed to where I was standing. As one by one each head turned in my direction the previously chaotic room fell quiet.

     “Goldfish. What are you doing here, you’re supposed to still be working.” Leon actually had the nerve to look agitated by my unannounced arrival. I could feel the anger rising within as I looked around at the destruction and lack of remorse from everyone. They truly must not understand how much time and effort when into all of this. It was MY birthday and here I was thinking of them instead of myself and this is the thanks I get? I couldn’t swallow my anger any further.

     “Animals!”

     “I beg your pardon?” Zyglavis says incredulously.

     “All of you! Behaving like animals!”

     “What did you call me?!” For once Scorpio’s glare didn’t even register to me.

     “Now hold on, I get why you’re angry but it’s not that big of a deal - “ Leon started to say but the hurt was bubbling over especially hearing my boyfriend’s careless indifference. 

     “Not that big of a deal?! How dare you!” Looking around they all stared at me in surprise. I had never yelled or scolded Leon in front of the other’s before. 

     “Wooooow. She’s like REAAAALLY scary when she’s mad.” Ichthys tries whispering to Dui but it’s not like I couldn’t hear it in the silence of the room.

     “I....” Realizing my birthday was ruined and they didn’t even seem to care the anger gave way to hurt. All at once my emotions poured out in the form of tears and I began to sob.

     “Now look what you guys have done...” Leon sounded angry but I knew he was shaken. He hated when I cried because of something he had done but more than that, he hated when I cried in front of anyone other than him.

     “Us? I believe you are equally to blame.” Huedhaut boldly replied earning a fiercely angry look from the ruler of Leo.

     “I.....*sob* think I.....*hic*....” I stopped before saying the next word. Even now I am still always putting their feelings before my own.

     “You what?” Krioff asked brusquely only further breaking my heart.

     “I...wish I never met you. Any of you!” There, I said it even though I absolutely did not mean it but I was sick of always being the considerate one. I wanted them to feel it like I did and I couldn’t think of another way even if it was harsh and cruel sounding. 

     I had been staring at my feet but when I looked up I was surprised at what I saw. Twelve truly pained and heartbroken expressions stared directly at me. I wanted so badly to apologize and take it back but if I did they would never learn and this kind of stuff would continue to happen. I couldn’t handle it anymore.

     “I’m going home, I can’t stand to be here anymore.” Tears still streaming down my face I turned to leave.

     “Goldfish.” His voice was gentle and full of sadness. I knew it hurt him more than any of the others but that pain had gone both ways. I thought of all of them he would have understood better than anyone how important this all had been to me.

     “I...just want to be alone. All alone, in my apartment, on my birthday.” I quickly made my way toward the exit but was impeded by the door abruptly closing and locking from the other side. I knew it was his handiwork but I didn’t even bother to turn around.

     “Let me pass.”

     “I can’t do that. Not like this.”

     “I don’t want to - “

     “- be around us I know, you already said so.”

     “Then let me go.”

     “Not until we make this right.” At his words I slowly turn to face him. He slowly crosses the room almost apprehensively but pushes forward till we are face to face. I can see the realization of the pain they caused in his beautiful eyes. He gently runs the back of his hand down my tear stained cheek.

     “I will grant whatever your heart desires. Just tell me what you want. I...don’t want to see you like this anymore. I’m......”

     “...you’re what?” He’ll never do it. Impossible. He stares at me intently for a few moments before furrowing his brow and sighing deeply.

     “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right, what we did was...”

     “....stupid? Immature? Ridiculous?” I was laying it on pretty thick even though the unthinkable had just happened.

     “D-Did Leon seriously just apologize to someone?” Hearing that he glared at the culprit before turning back to me.

     “Yeah, we were acting like - “

     “Animals.” I finished his sentence crossing my arms in front of me.

     “We get it. Everyone’s sorry, right guys?” His dangerously intense stare caused apology after apology from every god in the room.

     “What can I do to make you smile?” He asks tenderly. Still slightly aggravated I try to think of a way for them to make it up to me. Staring into his eyes I can’t help but think the same thing I always do. How handsome and though arrogant I have come to find his royalty vibe endearing. He made all of the other Zodiac gods apologize to me, a mere human with nothing more than a look. ‘My Leon. My brave and fearsome Lion....’ If only he were able to be tamed like a Lion. How adorable would that be? My own personal big bad kitty. Teehee!

**POOF**

     Out of nowhere a cute little box with a big pink bow manifests out of thin air right in my hands.

     “What on Earth?” As soon as I begin to pull the ribbon Leon’s face turns ashen.

     “Goldfish don’t - “ But it’s too late, inside the box is a tiny piece of paper that simply says,

     “Happy Birthday,  From the King.” ‘Huh?’ All of the sudden the room is engulfed in a blinding light and I shield my eyes waiting for it to pass. When it does the sight before me is so ridiculously precious and adorable I can’t help the giggling that follows. 

     “O-Oh my gosh! You guys are...all SO cute! Eeee!” I sound like a little kid but I can’t help it, seeing them like this makes it impossible not to smile from ear to ear.

     “Goddamn that bastard. Stupid woman! Why the hell did you open that?!” Scorpio is so adorable that his words don’t even sound frightening to me.

     “Ummm. Seriously though, why cats?” Krioff blushes looking put out as his white ears turn backward in distress. 

     “This is great! Teo and Ikky pull each other’s tail’s to see if it hurts when they do so.

     “Wow! These tails are SO real!”

     “Why just ears and tails though?” Dui ponders as the rest of the gods are all touching their new additions.

     It isn’t till I actually get a good look at Leon that my heart nearly gives out. He looks utterly PISSED but is so cute it’s actually fitting. Not only does he have the ears and tale but he also has a mane.

     “Teehee.”

     “Don’t you dare laugh. This is all your fault. You better figure out how to turn me back. Now.” A giant smile spreads across my face.

     “Nuh-uh. You said you would grant any wish my heart desired. I want to enjoy seeing all of you like this for the rest of the day! You all still owe me a party anyway right?” I am beaming, what a great gift from the King! I know I am going to pay dearly for it later but oh it is SO worth it.

     “You’re awfully bold demanding such nonsense from gods.” Zyglavis as always is angry but it comes across adorably as his fluffy purplish tail flicks sharply back and forth. 

     “Teeheehee. Somehow you don’t seem as scary to me now Zyglavis. You’re fluffiness makes you look much kinder.” I can’t stop myself from scratching behind his ear making him blush so hard it just makes it even cuter.

      “You can pet me too if you want.” Ichthys offers playfully before getting a scowl that actually makes Leon look like a beast rather than a cute animal. I approach him and though he looks angry I see relief in his eyes to see me smiling.

     “Don’t even think about it.” He grumbles as I start to reach out to touch him. 

     “Call it what you will but I am not your pet.” I try hard to suppress the laughter threatening to pour out.

     “Awww, who’s my big bad kitty?” I say in a teasing way earning me a death glare but it quickly gives way to a devious smirk.

     “You’re awfully brave, you do realize that Lions often enjoy eating seafood. You must have a death wish goldfish.” ‘Eeeep! That grin is extra scary with him looking this predatory.’ As he begins to close in on me I begin to shrink away but when I notice his tail waving around playfully something different pops into my mind altogether. ‘He’s still got a man’s body....I wonder....’

     “Pffft. You’re thinking about something pretty bold.” His words snap me back to reality and causes me to blush deeply even as I try desperately to deny it.

     “I....” Before I can finish I hear a commotion  behind me. The gods have been taking turns testing to see if their powers could undo the King’s spell but as always he’s one step ahead making that impossible. 

     “If we have to look this ridiculous why doesn’t she join us.” Scorpio smirks darkly. The gods all grin and nod in amusement as they close in on me. I slowly back away before calling for Leon. When I turn to face him I am surprised to see him actually looking like he approves of the others idea. 

     “N-Now just hold on a minute! T-this isn’t it...” 

**SNAP**

     Leon is actually the one who does it making the whole thing kinda of embarrassing as the others all look at me the same way I was previously looking at them. 

     “Woooow! He even gave her a cute little nose and whiskers!” Ichthys grins from ear to ear. 

     “Ohhh! She has paws too!” Dui gushes making me feel like I am going to die from embarrassment.

     “My my Leon, what a lucky man you are tonight.” The way Partheno says that makes me somehow uncomfortable. When I turn to look at my boyfriend he is looking the most entertained I have ever seen him.

     “What? This is what you wanted.” He says smugly giving me that smile I want to simultaneously smack and kiss him for. Instead I am handed a mirror to see my new....attire. 

     “H-Hey! What’s with the cute stuff?! Couldn’t you have made me, I don’t know, like a sexy cat?”

     “What’s wrong with the way you are? I prefer you this way. Besides, it suits you better.” ‘! What’s that supposed to mean!?’

     “Well I must admit, Leon doesn’t strike me as the kind who likes pink.” Partheno says suggestively.

     “You shouldn’t be thinking about what I like at all you pervert.” As the two go back and forth I again look at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look exactly like the others. I’m more feline than they are and even some of my human features have changed simply to match the rest. Everything is pink. My fluffy ears, fluffy tail, my eyes, my hair, my paws, even my clothes have been changed into a cute little pink ensemble. I had no idea my boyfriend was into such things! ‘Ahaha! Happy Birthday to ME!’

     As I look over at Leon being aggressive in his current state I can’t help but feel more attracted to him than usual. I slowly move closer to him and once I’m close enough I feel this overwhelming urge to nuzzle against him. When I do he immediately tenses and I can see a faint blush on his cheeks and for some reason I actually start purring. 

     “Looks like your stupid woman’s in heat, better handle that before someone else does.” Scorpio’s comment causes a slew of arguments and having had enough Leon wraps his arm around me and snaps.

     He brought us to his room in the Heaven’s without so much as a word but when I looked up to see his face he didn’t look angry like I expected. No, he was looking at me like I was dessert. I swallowed thickly slowly backing away making him laugh.

     “Do you honestly believe you can escape me? I’d actually like to see you try.” He was smiling at me wickedly causing a sweet rush of sensation through me. I was terrified but equally turned on somehow. I liked when he was dominating and seeing him aggressively hunting me was intoxicating. 

     “Obey me and come here.” There was no way I could refuse him. Not when he was looking at me this way. Slowly I made my way till I was directly in front of him, a mere breath apart. Even now he still had such a powerful commanding presence. 

     “That’s my good girl.” Then he started petting me. Everywhere. God did it feel GOOD. Too good. I was becoming putty in his hands.

     “L-Leon.......unnnh.” I felt like I was high. Utterly intoxicated.

     “That’s right, give in. Purr for me.” His sensual sexy voice was lulling me further into this strange heady haze I was feeling. My vision was blurring and I felt dizzy but in a strangely good way. His arms scooped me up and carried me to his bed where he gently laid me down before hovering over me. My desire for him was overwhelming as it was somehow amplified but this euphoric feeling washing over me.

     “L-Leon I....I feel....”

     “Good then it’s working.”

     “H-huh? What’s....mmm....working?” I was trying desperately to hold on and not lose myself but I was failing miserably.

     “This.” He smiles mischievously and opens his mouth to reveal a tiny purple flower with a few leaves still attached. Confused I blinked starting to become unable to speak.

     “Since you were enjoying this feline fantasy of yours so very much I thought I’d have a little fun of my own. You’re feeling the effects of this plant. I believe it’s what you humans refer to as catnip.” ‘Wh-Whaaa?’

     “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good you’re going to beg me to never turn you back.” Without another word he playfully nipped my neck before removing our clothes with a snap. As he entered me my head tipped back at the exquisite sensation and let out a quiet gasp. There’s a tenderness behind his eyes and no longer able to fight it I give myself over to him mind, body and soul.

     “I am sorry for what happened earlier. It was not my intention to ruin this day for you. Though I may not understand it’s significance I understand your heart and I’m sorry for breaking it today. I promise to put your feelings in front of my own from now on so please. Promise me you’ll never say you regret having met me ever again. I love you more than you could possibly fathom goldfish. You make think me the king of all animals but I assure you, I will always treat you as my queen, animal, human, god or otherwise.” He wipes the tears from my eyes upon hearing his confession and I cuddle into his warmth.

     “Can I ask just one question?” 

     “Hm?”

     “What on Earth were you guys fighting over that caused such destruction in the first place?”

     “Pffft. That foul mouthed Scorpion and his idiot boss were heckling me when I showed up without a wrapped present in hand and starting spouting off about things they shouldn’t.” 

     “I don’t need a present from you to be happy. I’m happy now just like this, safely snuggled in your arms.”

     “How ridiculous.”

     “Leon!”

     “It’s ridiculous that you think I would have nothing to give you on your birthday. I could give you anything you asked of me. However I could not give you anything more valuable to me than my heart. No one makes me feel the way you do. No one ever has and no one ever will. I will lavish you in my love until you beg for me to stop.”

     “Geeze Leon.” My cheeks and ears are hot upon hearing his words.

     “But thank you. There is nothing I could ever want more than that. I love you with every fiber of my being.” As I gaze up into those gorgeous eyes the love I feel for him is reflected right back at me. A tender smile fills his handsome face as he reached his hand out and scratches behind my ear causing me to purr again.

     “You know, I think I could get used to this. You make a better cat than a goldfish anyway.”

     “Wait what!? What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “You’re far more obedient this way.”

     “H-Hey!” I teasingly hit his arm making him laugh. 

     “As long as your mine, I don’t care what you want to be.” I smile at him getting misty eyed again.

     “Happy Birthday goldfish. I love you more than any words could ever say.”

-Fin-

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Whether we mean to or not, we probably all spend way too much time looking at and reading about viral pictures on the internet. We’ll be sitting at our desks and relaxing on our lunch breaks and decide to take out our phones and look at our Facebook and Twitter accounts — “just for a minute,” we all tell ourselves (as we bold-facedly lie to ourselves). Then we see some outrageous picture and cannot manage to rip our eyes from it. “Is that Bigfoot?” “Who is that with Marilyn Monroe?” “THERE IS NO WAY THEY WILL BE ABLE TO CATCH THAT BEAR!” Much to our annoyance (and sometimes displeasure, or relief, or frustration), many of these pictures are fakes. They’re often real pictures that have been doctored in some way, filters or angles making things look more real than they truly were, or digital editing software making us all the butt end of a practical joke. Over the years of phony photos populating our social media accounts, some of us have come to believe that any picture we scroll through — unless it has our close friends in it — is probably a fake. But that’s not fair either because many of the pictures we’re seeing are incredibly real; we’re just too skeptical to believe that an awesome photographer caught the perfect picture at just the right moment. So let’s clear some of the fog and call them out, once and for all. Here are 20 popular viral photos, both the fake and the real:

#1 REAL This picture is very real, and we love that it went viral. It’s a picture of a window washer at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital giving a little fist bump to a kid that certainly needs it, no matter what’s gotten him stuck inside. These photos started going viral a few years ago when a window washer dressed up for Halloween and gave all the kids inside a magical experience. Ever since then, window washers have been teaming up to make lives a little bit brighter for children stuck in hospital rooms. How cool is it to see Spiderman or Captain America or Superman just outside your window? Even if you were mortally ill, you couldn’t help but smile a bit at these ordinary heroes! Here’s to the window washers all over the world who’ve become copycats to the original superhero window washer, making children smile one hospital room window at a time.

#2 FAKE Just as a blanket statement: you aren’t going to be seeing a whole lot of new pictures of Marilyn Monroe. In case you didn’t know, Marilyn’s not really modeling anymore — mostly because she died a long time ago. Most of her work has been out there for years and seen by millions over and over again. So if you’re seeing a new picture of Marilyn Monroe for the very first time, odds are that it’s fake. Same goes for Elvis Presley. So when everyone saw this picture of the two together, chilling on a rooftop, they should have immediately questioned its authenticity. Two photos were mashed together in a good, but not overwhelmingly believable composition, though it would be really cool to think of the two of these crazy kids just savoring the city air and kicking back between living the high life. Just because it’s in black and white doesn’t mean it’s real!

#3 REAL Yes. That is indeed a bear falling from a tree. When the picture was released, everyone immediately thought that it was a fake. To be fair, it did look like someone just photoshopped a picture of a bear into a normal shot of police officers standing around and looking at something. A really lazy photoshopper, too — it looks like there was a picture of a bear standing upright that was shrunken down and tilted diagonally. Well, sadly, this is a real picture! A wild bear had wandered into the suburbs and animal control was called in, shortly followed by police. The bear had retreated into a tree because it was scared, but of course, they couldn’t allow it to stay there. Animal control shot a tranquilizer at the bear and, when he could no longer resist sleep, he fell from the tree onto a giant mat. The bear was taken back into the wilderness and lived on to grumble about us lousy humans.

#4 FAKE Really, guys? Did you not know that this one was a fake? To be fair, the picture itself is real. To the keen eye, it kind of looks like the picture was photoshopped and like the image on the left side of the sign was conveniently pressed up against the image on the right side, just well enough to match the body up at the waist. But the picture is real! However, it was crazy staged! It was taken to commemorate the many criminals who have met this sort of fate. The picture was taken long ago, back in 1939 — way before people were talking about building giant walls and making those we were keeping out pay for it. It was also taken to discuss how problematic the border is between El Paso and Juarez. Imagine how much more problematic that border will be if we have an 18-foot high wall separating the United States from Mexico…

#5 REAL This adorably sad picture is, to our disappointment, real. It’s a picture that a nanny took one sad day when she wanted to take one of her toddlers to the zoo. Back in 2013, we suffered a government shutdown that really gave a scare to almost everyone in the United States. Everything closed, from post offices to museums to zoos. This nanny wasn’t aware of the closures, and this child was so horribly disappointed that he climbed onto the gates of the Smithsonian zoo and hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he looked pitiful enough, someone would come and let him in. No one did, and the picture caught fire and spread around the internet with people asking to “please open the government again.” Funny how people value government so much, but only when it goes away or stops providing their many services.

#6 REAL Teeheehee. It would be a darn shame if this picture weren’t real. It’s just so cute and innocent and ridiculous that it would have been such a grand disappointment if someone had just messed with the child’s face! But NOPE! This picture is of a mega-excited little girl who has just spent so much time blowing bubbles and is overwhelmingly excited to move on to the next thing. The picture caught fire on the internet for no good reason. She’s just so adorably excited, and her little chubby grin is too much to resist. The picture quickly became a target of memes everywhere for all trollers, with captions running across it like “GOTTA GET BREAD AND MILK, IT’S GONNA SNOW,” “IT’S BLACK FRIDAY, I NEED PRINGLES,” “DALLAS COWBOYS BE LIKE RUN, THE EAGLES ARE COMING,” “REALIZING THERE ARE MORE TOASTER STRUDELS,” and our current personal favorite, “BETTER RUN, HERE COMES JOSH DUGGAR!”

#7 FAKE Okay. We need to talk about this one. For a lot of reasons. Alan Rickman, who played Professor Snape in the Harry Potter movie series, passed away not too long ago. He was such a beloved member of the cast and of the series that his death hit all of his fans hard. If you were a fan of either the books or movies, you likely remember these quotes, and you might want to tear up at how sweet and beautiful they are. But don’t. Because Alan never said this. A Tumblr user, mypatronusisyou123437597309, actually posted a variation of the quote in July of 2010, and in 2016, when the supposed Rickman quote went viral, she clarified that she really was the source of the quote. That Rickman said it is a load of crap.

#8 FAKE What did we say about Marilyn Monroe pictures? If you’ve never seen it before, that’s probably because it’s a new picture — and if it’s a new picture, it’s a fake picture. This photo was edited in the exact same way that the last photo featuring Marilyn Monroe with Elvis Presley was, and it, hilariously enough, even used a picture from the same series of those taken of Marilyn that the last fake photo poster used! SHE’S WEARING THE SAME DRESS! This doctor of photography was even lazier than the last, simply pasting a picture of James Dean from East of Eden over Marilyn’s original photo. Cute to think that these young troubled souls were smoking and drinking away their problems atop skyscrapers in The Big Apple together, and maybe they were, but this picture is certainly no evidence of that. You can never trust an unfamiliar Marilyn Monroe picture…

#9 REAL Yes, this absolutely hilarious picture of a dog playing underwater is real! Photographer Seth Casteel is a real dog lover and has already made a living for himself taking pictures of pups and other animals and pets. But he had an extra special creative idea: to wait underwater while dogs jumped into swimming pools, chasing after toys or treats or just excited to take a dip, then to take snapshots of the goobers upon entry to the water. And the reactions he got were priceless! He released a book containing the photo series called Underwater Dogs and has gotten even more money since the series went absolutely viral. There were some adorably hilarious pups that he managed to capture on camera, and for that, we thank him, his underwater camera, and his impeccable timing. But someone get this dog a towel and a big treat for his hard day of work!

#10 FAKE Not so real: this gentleman’s guide to amputation. This viral picture of an 1800s poster was released not too long ago when the craze of gentlemanly behavior (including ridiculous mustaches, odd facial hair, and weird facial hair care products were blowing up the market) was just getting going. The picture depicts a step by step guide on how to amputate a limb, including two calm gentlemen sawing off an arm like it’s just another day at work. After the men finish severing the limb from one man’s body, the two share a glass of brandy in celebration of their accomplishment. Well, of course, the poster is fake. Turns out, it was someone’s school project (what kind of school are they going to?), and someone spread it around as if it were authentically from the civil war era. Though we’re relieved to hear it’s a joke, we also kind of want to hang it in every doctor’s office…

#11 REAL This viral picture went all over the internet shortly after one of the biggest missions of the Obama Administration was completed: the takedown of Osama Bin Laden. Some people guessed that the photo was a fake when they initially saw it because rarely are the president, the vice president, and the secretary of state all in the same room — what if something were to happen that took all three out of commission? Fortunately, nothing of that nature happened, and we all had huge reasons to celebrate that evening. However, before we were parading through the streets with American flags waving and cheers abounding, these White House officials were all crowding around a table, awaiting what would either be a wonderful evening of victory or a tragic failure of the administration. The victory was one of the proudest moments of the Obama administration, alongside the passing of the affordable care act and all of the wonderful advancements made on addressing pollution and global climate change.

#12 FAKE Obama’s administration has been succeeded by the Trump administration — though we’ve got our strong opinions on the matter, we’ll just say that the two administrations are VERY different. When Trump was running for office against Hillary Clinton, America was very divided (edit: America is still divided over the issue to this day). There were rallies in support of candidates and against others, and many times, these rallying groups collided, and things got a little physical. One Trump supporter posted this picture saying that “loving and docile democrats assailed a Trump supporter, causing this damage.” Well, not only was this supporter a liar — he or she was also a lazy and bad liar. This picture is of actress Samara Weaving, who starred in the show Ash vs. Evil Dead and was only taking a picture of herself in makeup for the show. Once the photo was unveiled as a fake, the Trump supporters got harangued for lying, abusing social media, and perpetuating fake news.

#13 REAL This must be one of the funniest pictures of the transition between the Obama and Trump administrations. In fact, it was SO funny that a lot of us didn’t believe that it could be real at first. The photo was released right after President Obama had a meeting with his soon-to-be-successor, Donald Trump. Obviously, Barack was pulling for Hillary Clinton in the election: he loudly supported her campaign and even trash-talked Trump a bit to try to get his point across. Well… things didn’t work out the way he’d liked. At all. And in this picture, where Obama is pretty much forced to shake the hand of a man he doesn’t trust, doesn’t like, and doesn’t have faith in, Barack could not hide just how much he hated everything. But at least his expression is better than Donald’s — it’s not an arm-wrestling contest, Trump.

#14 FAKE So, we’ll admit — this one is a bit of a cheat. This is one of those pictures that borders on meme because the picture itself means very little — the wording on it says a lot, though. Very recently, this picture surfaced and spread around the internet like wildfire. It’s a quote from Thomas Jefferson saying, “The two enemies of the people are criminals and government, so let us tie the second down with the chains of the constitution so the second will not become the legalized version of the first.” Yeah, okay… except Thomas Jefferson never said that. Actually, Jeffersonian scholars say there’s no record of him ever saying ANYTHING like that and that if this quote were actually from anyone famous, it’s really a loose translation of an Ayn Rand quote!

#15 REAL This is no statue, this is no piece of art, and this is no demonstration — this is a nightmare, a tragedy, and a sadness to anyone with a heart. This is a real live dog from Argentina that was doused in tar by abusive humans. Two young boys found the pitiful pup in this state and took him home, carefully cleaning and scouring the dog until the tar was removed. The dog has indeed been restored to health and is now a proud pet of good owners, but the world shuddered in horror as we saw what sick and horrible people can do to innocent and harmless animals. How could anyone deign to commit such a horrible act to something so kind and small and pure? It was just another example of how cruel this world can be and how people can be cruel in either grand measures or in tiny and seemingly unimportant cases.

#16 FAKE Donald Trump and his supporters are… well, let’s just say that there has never been anyone quite like him. A lot of nasty things have been said at Trump rallies by fans, supporters and the big boss himself. But we have to be honest, and so do you: Trump supporters are humans, too, with consciences and reasons behind their logic and hopes and dreams. Remember when Trump supporters posted that fake picture of a woman getting beaten up by Clinton supporters? Well, this was essentially retaliation from the Clinton side. The third woman from the left was wearing a shirt that said “GREAT,” not “WHITE.” But it was so easy to photoshop the photo that we really are not surprised someone did. Everyone bought the fake picture for a while, but come on — nobody is that cruel, right? Maybe they’re bigots that are thinking that, but no one would get shirts for that…

#17 REAL Could this actually be a picture of two of our all-time heroes talking philosophically, sharing their wisdom and experiences? Or is it just two pictures of these amazing men doctored and brought together like the many pictures of Marilyn Monroe with Elvis Presley and James Dean were? Most people thought that the latter was the more believable response in this case, but this picture is actually real! Leonardo is very passionate about the effects and impacts of climate change, which was one of Barack Obama’s greatest concerns while in office. After Leonardo made an address on the lawn of the White House, the two had long conversations about what had to be done, what could be done, and how soon we could do it. They spent a long time talking about these topics, proving just how amazing both of these guys are.

#18 FAKE Last year (actually, almost exactly a year ago — how crazy is that?), this picture was posted by a man as he was road-tripping through Canada. He was a United States citizen, and even though the U.S. is getting a lot better about cutting down on homophobia, we have a long way to go before LGBTQ+ issues are commonly accepted and not constantly labeled and harassed and attacked. So, as this fellow was driving through the gorgeous Canadian countryside, he paused when he saw a baby moose on the side of the road. Adorable! But also a great photoshop opportunity… he easily pasted a LGBTQ+ Pride flag in the photo, and everyone lost their minds over this adorable baby moose that was concerned about topical social issues. Almost everyone could spot that it was a fake pretty early on, since it was such a simple editing job… but darn it all; it was so dang cute.

#19 REAL What are we even looking at here? A weird statue of a man? Why is his face like that? Is this an ice sculpture in a lake? Forget it, we’re bored and confused. Scroll away, scroll away… Actually, this picture is real, and it’s one of the most gorgeous feats we’ve ever seen. The picture was taken by a photographer named Francois-Xavier Marit, who was waiting underwater as Olympic athletes in Rio were taking their dives into the water. He perfectly caught Britain’s Thomas Daley as he entered the water and began to push the water away from him before reemerging to the surface. Look: his feet haven’t even entered the water yet! Thomas is still probably worried about and focused on his form, not on any photographers that are chilling underwater! This was immaculately timed, and we hope that the artistry encourages more swimmers to consider the art of diving in the future.

Source: TheRichest