and look they even did yellow lighting

Why do you write in lowercase?

Why do you keep talking about love, about heartache?

I don’t want to hear about your sadness.

Tell me about the peach trees. About the cherry blossoms,

or the way you smiled at baby Groot.

(I know you did.)

Tell me your equivalent of eating yellow paint,

tell me how the cold made your feet curl.

Did you ask the barista for iced coffee?

I want to know if you laughed at Jimmy Fallon tonight.

Tell me about fairy lights, or leather boots,

or the way the bubbles looked against the incoming traffic.

I don’t want to know your misery anymore.

-i don’t even know what makes you happy // bluestruckholly

hey everyone thanks! first of all, i’m flattered you’re asking me of all people questions about process and stuff. second of all, i hope this stuff will be helpful to you. but i get the impression that everyone’s process is different because people are different in terms of how we visualize the world around us or the images in our heads. for example, i sincerely hate doing linework and i will avoid it to my death because i visualize images in color blocks, not lines. other people love linework and emphasize that part of the process the most.

thirdly, thanks for the nice things you say.

so this is kind of my process (for this spring weather thing here). details under the read more cut.


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Space Balls

Recently I’ve been playing with wet on wet watercolor techniques.  This watercolor technique works wonders with creating backgrounds, skies, water, and space.  By wetting your work area first with water, you can create organic shapes and water movement that mimic things you would find in nature.  Make sure you only wet areas you want the colors to flow with clean water.  Or your painting will become muddy and washed out.

This is step one.  Filling in the area with color.  If you experience pooling you can either:

1. Mop it up with a brush/towel/paper

2. Tilt your paper to evenly distribute the water but risk muddying colors

3. Let it dry for a darker effect but risk getting bleeding 


Experiment with different color combinations.  You can look up galaxies, nebulas, and stars online but just experimenting works even better.  

Possible color combos that worked:

1. Warm colors: reds/oranges/pinks/yellow

2. Cool colors: Blue/purple/green

3. Mix it up, if you add in just cool colors, you can add a pop/drop of red to really give it a pop.

Now we need to darken up the borders and around the organic color flows you have created.  Let it dry slightly and then mix up very dark purple with a base of blue.

Fill in edges and then go back and get high paint to water ratios of your colors (orange) and dip your brush in those areas.  Watch the color bleed into the dark purple.  Add and experiment as desired.

Check out that bleeding action!  It’s exactly what you want.  

Now take a white gel pen/white gouache/white watered down acrylic paint and tap your brush with a pencil to get nice star variations.  I even used silver calligraphy ink to add even more dimension to the stars.  Not all stars are white.  You can make them silver, gold, light blue, light yellow, cream or anything that works for you.

What I did next is scan some of my “space balls” into my computer, cut them out into perfect circles and arrange them as a print.  You can check it out below.

Experiment and enjoy!  I think this picture “tutorial” is okay but a video would definitely convey some of the technique better.  Look forward to that.

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Annie

Title: The Beauty and the Beast (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter auditions for the school musical to spend more time with the reader, not expecting to land a lead role or first kiss in the process.

Word Count: 1528

A/N: Okay I love this so much it’s so cute and fluffy? Let me know if you like and I hope you enjoy!! XOX :) 

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anonymous asked:

the reveal is just chat being like "ladybug whats ur name" and she just goes "marinette"

lmao omg, all of the reveals that are so dramatic and heart-wrenching and this happening is literally so funny

It’s Only A Name - on ao3

“Ladybug?” Chat Noir asked, his voice merely a whisper as his heart pounded in his chest. A simple question resided within his mind—a question that he had been dying to ask for months—yet had never found the courage to let free up until that moment. “Have you ever wondered what my name is?”

Ladybug offered a shrug, blue eyes surveying the sparkling city below their feet. A breeze blew past the pair in their spot above the world, tousling her hair and sending black strands to kiss the skin of her cheeks. “I guess. There are lots of things I wonder about you.”

“Oh?” Chat raised an eyebrow, head cocked to the side in interest. “Like what, my Lady?”

Ladybug chuckled, resting her back against one of the beams of the Eiffel Tower as she sat criss-crossed, gazing at him with a hand pressed to her chin in thought. “Most of the time, I’m genuinely curious where you get all the puns from. Do you think them up on the spot? Scour the internet for them and write them down just in case? Or do they come with the transformation?”

Chat burst into laughter, surprised at her odd (yet understandable) questions. Of all the things she wanted to know about him, the source of his puns was the first thing on her list?

“I’ll have you know, Buginette,” he began, walking along the iron beam until he settled next to his partner, “that all of those puns are purely original. I’m very good at coming up with them.”

“Are you?” Ladybug snorted. “Are you sure you don’t look them up on some pun archive or something?”

Paw-sitive.

A smirk split Chat Noir’s face as his partner groaned and buried her head within her palms. It wasn’t a lie; he did come up with them himself.

“You’re unbearable sometimes, kitty,” Ladybug sighed, shaking her head from side to side. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Another good question,” Chat said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and grinning mischievously. “The answer is because you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah. If you say so.” As expected, Ladybug responded to his touch by giving him a light shove. Chat backed away respectfully, smiling all the while he gave her the space she desired. 

They shared a laugh, giggling like two kids enjoying the company of their best friend.

Chat felt warmth spread across his chest at the thought.

Best friend.

“…You know,” Ladybug said after a moment, having turned her attention to the sound of traffic below. It was a quiet night, as evenings usually were, and patrol had been relatively peaceful. “I do sometimes wonder about you, though. I know we’re not supposed to tell each other who we are, for our safety and such, but…I can’t help but be curious sometimes—about who you are and what you do.”

Chat nodded in understanding. Plagg had told him countless times that the secret of their identities was only to keep them out of harm’s way, but the nagging wonder of who his elusive Lady happened to be settled in the back of his mind and frequently succeeded in giving him nights with little to no sleep. She was out there, somewhere, he knew…but deep inside of him, no matter how much he hoped, Chat was sure he would most likely never be privy to such secrets. 

It was a tad annoying at times. Part of him was sure Ladybug felt the same.

They were friends, after all. Close friends. Why couldn’t they hang out when not in costume? What was so wrong with that?

But, if Plagg and Ladybug’s kwami (Tikki, was it?) wanted them to keep their identities secret, they would. The little gods knew more about the miraculous than they did, after all, and it wouldn’t do he or Ladybug any good to disobey them.

Chat sighed, settling his gaze on a group of people walking below as their laughter caught his attention. They were loud, smiling, seemingly having a great time with each other.

He and Ladybug could be like that, if their kwamis allowed it. They could do stuff as friends rather than strictly as superheroes.

That would be something, wouldn’t it? To be friends with Ladybug out of the costume, to spend time with her and maybe get lunch at a café or something, or even to just hang out and take leisurely walks along the streets. That was what friends did, wasn’t it?

“Yeah,” Chat hummed, “I think about that a lot.”

Ladybug turned to look at him, blue eyes meeting green. Her fingers tapped along her thigh as she looked down, glancing around the twinkling yellow lights before her gaze settled on his face once more. She appeared to be pensive, perhaps slightly nervous, if her sudden change in behavior said anything. Her lips parted to speak before they closed and opened again, and Chat was about to ask if she was feeling alright before her voice rose up over the song of the city. 

“To answer your question from before,” she began, a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “Yes. Sometimes I do wonder what your name is.”

Chat grinned in response. “And I often wonder about yours.”

“Names are just names,” Ladybug continued with a shrug, “I’m sure plenty of people in Paris share our names…it is a big city…”

“…with a population of over two million people,” Chat added.

“There’s no way we could figure our identities out just because of a name…”

“…it’s not like my name isn’t common…”

“I’m sure…”

“…it wouldn’t be a big deal…”

“…if I told you my name,” They finished in unison, eyes meeting as their bodies froze. A breeze caressed their suits, colder than it had been a few moments ago, and Chat felt his heart stop in his chest.

Was this it?

Was he finally going to learn his Lady’s name?

She probably has a really pretty name, he thought, resting the dopey smile that wanted to spread across his face. Because she’s really pretty and everything about her is really pretty and- and I love her a lot.

“Ladybug?” Chat asked, swallowing. “What is your name?”

A soft giggle rose from Ladybug’s perfectly kissable lips before she glanced away, seemingly shy all of a sudden. She had never acted like that in front of him before.

It was endearing.

“My name,” Ladybug said, voice slightly higher-pitched, “my name is Marinette.”

“Marinette,” Chat repeated in a whisper, absolutely in love with the way it sounded-

Her name-

Marinette.

Marinette?

Marinette!?

“Your name-” Shaking his head, Chat’s eyes widened as realization struck him like a freight train, his breath nearly knocked straight out of body. It was a miracle he didn’t topple backwards off of the Eiffel Tower. “Your name is- it’s- Mar- Mar- Mariiii…”

Ladybug frowned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and- was that worry? Embarrassment? Regret?

“Chat?” She asked, voice soft. “Is…is everything okay?”

“Fine!” Chat responded in a strangled tone. “Everything’s fine! Your name is Marinette! That’s cool! It’s not like- like one of my b-best friends is named Marinette or anything-!”

But maybe Marinette is a popular name, his mind screamed at him.

Are you crazy? He shouted back, I’ve never met another girl named Marinette in my entire life and I’ve lived in Paris since I was born!

The pigtails, the blue eyes, the freckles and holy heck, the laugh! Her laugh! That was Marinette’s laugh!

He’d never forget the sound of that!

“Aahhhhh,” Chat cupped a palm over his mouth. “Ohhhh. Oh, no. We messed up, Bug.”

Ladybug’s frown grew, but not from sadness. She only became more perplexed. “What are you talking about?”

Chat swallowed, holding out a shaky hand for his friend, his partner, his crush—his crush. His crush who had the same spitfire as Ladybug and his crush who had been sitting behind him the entire time and- and-…

And his crush he’d fallen for on day one who also happened to be the girl he’d began to develop feelings for over the past month.

If she was Ladybug…if Ladybug-Marinette was Marinette-Marinette…

Then he would be the happiest person on Earth.

“Hi Marinette,” Chat laughed, grabbing her hand and giving it a shake. “I’m Adrien.”

And by the way Ladybug’s—Marinette’s—eyes widened at that detail, Chat knew they were both going to need to have a little talk with their kwamis later.

anonymous asked:

Tony going to cons in his iron man suit. Entering tony stark look alike contests. Going to cons dressed as the other avengers. Going in a modified suit and getting lectured by That Guy bc it's not a perfect replica or bonus points tony speaking via FRIDAY and That Guy assuming tony is a lady and being super condescending so naturally tony sheds the suit and lectures him (prob to standing ovation). Idk just tony nicely trolling

Tony had spent weeks working on this suit, it was specifically for conventions, and relatively low on weapons, not to mention light weight and dazzling. It’s the only armor in his arsenal not meant for battles, and therefore the only one that has both snack compartments, and a laser light show. He’s absolutely pumped to show it off at comic con San Diego, when a dude bro in a cheap Captain America cosplay starts talking to him.

“Why on earth would you paint the armor black and yellow? Are you color blind or just stupid?” The dude bro asks, giving Tony an assessing look. Tony glances at him before looking around. Clint’s supposed to be meeting up with him soon. “Not to mention, the proportions are all wrong. Did you even use a template? What kind of fan are you?” 

“Tell him to go away.” Tony asks, hoping Friday can get rid of the asshole before Clint shows up.

“It’s called creativity, you should try it some time.” Friday snarks, and Tony notices a creepy glint in the guys eyes, as he steps closer.

“Nice voice.” He says. “I don’t know a lot of girls who cosplay as Iron Man.” Tony rolls his eyes. “I can help you figure out the suit proportions, if you’d like.” He offers, and Tony is honestly wondering if this asshole thinks he’s attractive. 

“No, sorry. I like my suit as it is.” Friday retorts. Tony wishes he had a weapon when the guy leers at him, leaning forward. Tony catches sight of Clint over the guys shoulder. 

“C’mon honey. It needs some serious improvement.” He says seriously, and Tony is fuming. 

“I can’t believe you would talk to someone like that.” He snaps, the faceplate nearly hitting the asshole when it opens. “You didn’t even introduce yourself before being a judgmental asshole.” Tony waves his arm towards him, forcing asshole to jump back or get a metal hand to the gut.

“Mr. Stark?” He asks, shocked. Tony raises an eyebrow at him, then glances down at himself. 

“Appears so. What should I call you? Asshole?” He asks, and the guy looks affronted. “Oh, don’t pull that shit. You’re an asshole, who was bullying someone based on an outfit, and then being a creepy ass just because you thought it was a woman.” 

“I’m not creepy!” The guy screeches. Clint stops right behind him, waiting to see what’s going on.

“Friday, do you think he was creepy?” Tony asks, the guy crosses his arms.

“Undoubtedly Boss. Not to mention condescending, and irritating.” She offers, and Tony raises an eyebrow at him.

“Fucking slayed.” Clint mutters, the asshole nearly jumps out of his skin. “Piece of advice, if you wouldn’t say it to Black Widow, don’t say it to a girl.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” The guy protests, throwing his arms up in the air. Tony snorts a laugh, and points to Natasha.

“If you didn’t do anything wrong, go up to her. That’s Black Widow by the way. Go tell her that her costume isn’t that good, but you can help her make it better. Make sure you get really close, and her back is to a wall.” Tony challenges, and the guy’s eyes go wide. “Now if you honestly believe you could do that without being killed, then I’ll believe you think what you did was okay, but I don’t think you believe it.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” The guy says, and there’s a small crowd gathered around now. Tony shrugs.

“If you don’t want any trouble, don’t walk up to people insult them, and then creep on them.” Tony offers. “It’s really not that difficult to avoid being a massive creep.”

“Roasted.” Clint says, the asshole storms off muttering about Ironman being an asshole. Tony isn’t worried, the girl in the Deadpool costume was filming the whole exchange so it shouldn’t negatively affect his reputation. “Bye assclown!” Clint calls, turning to Tony. “Natasha is going to kill you when she finds out you told a guy to go creep on her.” Clint informs him, the blood drains out of Tony’s face. “C’mon the panel starts in a couple minutes.” 

“I’m so dead.” Tony mumbles as Clint drags him towards the conference room.

Million Dollar Man

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Genre: Business AU / Mordern day Greek myth (?)

Words: 2045

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook is a close friend of kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is the CEO of the company she works in. He had heard a lot about her and so had she. He had grown a liking towards her and even though slowly, so had she. But why was it wrong?

Warnings / Note: Grammar+editing errors are probably there. I’m not good at this writing thing lol pls have mercy on me. I’m not sure if i want to make this into a (mini) series? It’s my first time jumping into this genre so idk. Enjoy!


Disaster.

The one word you would use to describe while looking down at the ridiculously expensive dress of the woman that wore the ring with your boss’ name on it. The woman that looked beautiful wearing the dress while walking down the grand stairs of their living room. The woman that would then make heads turn and hearts race. The woman whose husband would look at and be proud of what he accomplished. He would then look and you and nod his head making your heart flutter just as much as the other girls whom he smiled at.

She would have done every one of those things if you hadn’t spilled grape fruit juice you were drinking on it, while dancing to a 90’s pop song while ironing the dress.

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Pearl the foreshadowing artist?

For some reason or another I kept thinking about Pearl’s drawing of Aquamarine.  I began to realize how this person Pearl drew has feathered wings, a roundish head, and this angelic grace to her… She kind of reminds me of Angelite.  Like not to pat myself on the back because there are clear obvious differences between Angelite and this drawing, but the general concept is there.  And aside from the jokes from the Pearlapis community saying “This is of one of two times we have some sort of Pearlapis content” I kept thinking the possibility that this could be foreshadowing for something that might involved Pearl and Lapis.  And we have seen some very subtle foreshadowing that most people did not expect such as how “Mr. Greg” Greg and Pearl had yellow/orange and blue lighting over them respectfully that foils the relationship between Jasper and Lapis, and foreshadows Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond.  Hell, even Rolando’s remarks that were dismissed in the past turn out to be true! (e.g. human zoo comment anyone recall?).  Plus looking at the drawing she is wearing ballerina shoes (similar to Opal with her tip-toe feet and the Pearl’s outfit stemming from a ballerina as well), she is sad (Pearl and Lapis do get emotional quite a lot), and has ribbons (which Pearl and Lapis are the only Gems that incorporate ribbons to their design).  Even my partner @hatteri commented how Angelite is likely a Pearlapis fusion of some sort as she compared the color scheme of Aquamarine and Moonstone noting they do not exactly mach the overall color scheme for a hypothetical Angelite fusion.

If the show does make an episode concerning Pearlapis in someway and feature a fusion similar to this, to Angelite (as well being named “Angelite”) or mixture of both - essentially if I get this right, then I will eat a Carolina Reaper and post the video of it on here.

Nestle In

Request: Hi saw the requests are open for 24 hours! I wanted to ask for a fic with maybe gabexreaderxcas really big fluff. And you can see their wings because yes wings are amazing. Maybe a movie night hunker down. – anonymous

A/N: Alright, so my first thought for this was OMG YES POLYAMORY because, not gonna lie, I’m part of the LGBT+ community, and a lot of forms of our expression (polyamory included) are seriously underrepresented. But, since the anon didn’t specify this and it’s a little controversial, I left that part vague. Hope you like it, anon!

Author: Holly

Warnings: Minor swearing?

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Castiel

Word Count: 1,536

Y/N = Your Name

            Witches were evil.

            Dean locked himself in his bedroom for hours as soon as you returned. Sam, looking like he’d seen a ghost (heh), had fallen asleep in the library, reading the same page over and over. You had retired to your bedroom in the lower level of the bunker, cold, soaked through from an involuntary dip in the lake, and feeling lonely. In sad solitude, you took a hot shower and fell asleep on your bed within seconds of hitting the mattress.

            When you next woke up, it was dinnertime, the sun was creeping its way down again, and you could smell something sweet in your room. It only took you a minute to crack your eyes open with a pitiful groan and realize that the sweet smell wasn’t coming from the kitchen, but from a plate of hot, fresh-baked cookies on your bedside table.

            You swore that you were the only person at such a comfortable temperature.

            “Morning,” you mumbled into the arm of whichever angel was in front of you, scooting your legs back to press your feet against the heated calves of the one at your back.

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Mess with Them - part 6

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 997

Warnings: Language, Implied Sex

A/N: I would like to thank you all for reading this story. You have no idea how much I love you guys, you make this super fun to write ♥ From S5Ep14

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Epilogue]

Originally posted by rogerses

Weeks later, when Steve came back from his mission, the first thing he did was look for you. He was surprised to find the compound empty, it didn’t happen often.

He heard you singing to yourself somewhere in the corridor. He rushed towards the sound of your voice and came to a skidding stop, looking barely out of breath. You turned around, your brows slightly furrowed, and came face-to-face with Steve.

Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he strutted over to you. He backed you up against the wall, pressed into you and made you jump into his arms.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His fingers weaving through your hair, he tipped your head back so he could deepen the kiss.

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#valentines♥

a simple yoonmin valentines day date kinda thing + mega fluff ♥ + happy valentines day! + also this is me being a pink-haired jimin supremacist.

“good morning, sleepy head.” 

it’s a cold day, but the sun is out and as long as it’s out, nothing is gonna stop jimin from his plans today. he litters tiny kisses all over yoongi’s face, slowly bringing said man to life. yoongi groans and turns on his side facing jimin.

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Part 16 - Nightmare

Caution/Note : this chapter is very disturbing and different from the previous chapters I wrote based on my own experience. 

You may choose not to read. You’ve been warned.


It happen 3 years ago. Kinda in the same timeline after Cyrus. I remember it was drizzling outside my house while I was desperately looking for fun. Well the blame was on me, I was way too young and naive.

Desperately wishing the water would come out clean faster than usual in the bathroom while waiting for replies on Grindr. And here comes the notification that leads me to a place where now I wish I wasn’t there.

As desperate for sex as I could. I replied him saying :

Me : Yes. Fun tonight 

He’s a Chinese in his early 30′s , Spiky hair, average height, chubby. We exchanged numbers and sent him my address. It was still drizzling outside as I gotten into his car. We talked in the car as he drives to a Motel quite far away from my place.

Waze : You’ve arrived at your destination.


Chill wind blowing at me when I got out from the car. As we walk into the motel checking in, I noticed there were quite a few stalls of Mamak (Food Store) across the street, I was looking outside the street while he was checking in, out of a sudden I had a mixed feeling, paying very little attention of what I felt at that point of time with my eyes busy observing the people by the street as he interrupted me with a pat on my shoulder : 

Jack : Lets go (pats on my shoulder)

Taking the lift up to the 3rd floor. The hallway was paint red with deemed lights gave me an eerie feeling. Telling myself : 

Me : (”This is nothing right, its just fun. Nothing weird”) (trying to calm myself)

As I step foot in the motel room, I was wide-awake as if someone just slap me at my face giving me a wake up call.

                                         “What am I doing here?” 

                                          “Where the hell am I ?”

            “No its just fun. You need to calm the fuck down”


Still amidst of denying what I felt. He was already kissing me before I knew what happen. That moment I stop overthinking and just go with it. Forcing myself to shut my eyes and just feel his lips on mine, his hands were touching my body all over, from the back to my nipples, slowly under my pants touching my hole. Leaning me towards the bed and took off my shirt, he was kissing me all over my body. Licking my neck , my nipples, as he took off my pants and undies revealing my cock which was not erected. He stroke it with hands and manage to get it semi-hard as he puts in into his mouth sucking it.

We switched position as I was sucking his dick. For the very first time I actually felt disgusted and didn’t enjoy sex at all. The feeling that I was trying to deny was getting stronger and stronger as I suck his dick with 0 passion driven.

                                           “I don’t want this”


but I have to finish this quick so I could just go home already. I initiated by putting the condom on his dick and lube myself, riding him as badly as I want him to cum fast and with my eyes closed because I can’t bare to see this anymore. Until I smelled something very distracting that make me opened my eyes. Seeing him holding a small glass bottle of liquid sucking up the smell with his nose while he was joy in a weird way, I was literally freaking out inside

                                      “What the fuck is that?” 


We switched to military position as he fucks me I felt awful and pain. Wishing he would just cum and end this already.  His sweat were dripping all over and panting saying : 

Jack : Ha…Ha…(panting) have you been fuck for more than 3-4 times a night?

Me : Ahh..(Fake moaning) No

Jack : Well I’m gonna fuck you the whole night tonight haha.


It gave me chills when he said that. As if he meant it. It was my fault for stepping in this room and I’m scared. As I continue fake moaning wishing he would just cum already, his hands reaches for that small glass of bottle with liquid and violently forcing me to smell it even tho my hands were pushing it away.

Jack : Just smell it , its nothing (forcing me to suck the smell of the liquid)

Me : I dont want to ! (pushing it away but failed, I was so helpless) 


The smell was terrible and it made me felt dizzy, there were a little dripping left on my face its in the form of oil but I swear it smell awful. Someone finally heard my prayers as he let out a moan and cummed in the condom.

He walked off to hit the shower and I was covered in cold sweat on the bed feeling so misery for the first time. I packed all my stuff into the bag and thinking hell lots of plans to leave this room. As I was packing my stuff, my curiousity hits me saying :

                 “Do I want to check what he has in his bag ?”


Unzipping his bag carefully I saw a few bottles of that liquid and some sex toys. Sound of the tap water running from the shower room, trying very hard to keep this shit together and not panic. I initiated a conversation while he’s in the bathroom.

Me : Hey. Wanna grab something to eat down stair later ? 

Jack : Sure I am hungry.


YES. All I could think of was dining in at a place and I can walk off saying I want to get something from the 7-11 or any convenient store. As he got out from the shower room, I try to avoid any eye contact and just cool my head with cold water flowing on me. Wipe myself dry with a towel and get dress up in a fast pace wishing just to leave. Just when i was about to opened the door 

Jack : Why do you wanna bring your bag along ? 

Me : Oh I don’t feel comfortable leaving my belongings here. (excuse)


I could feel my palm sweating, hoping that he didn’t sense anything fishy. As I step foot outside the motel. In a sigh of relieve, I could finally breathe in fresh air. On our way walking to Pappa Rich (a restaurant), I can’t believe it with my eyes. There ain’t a single convenient store that I saw. Fuck. And I cant think of any excuses to leave !

As we sat in. I only ordered a drink and still looking around thinking :

                                        “What now ?”

Jack : You not eating ?

Me : Er ya. Just feeling like drinking something cold.

As the waiter brought his food to the table, I quickly borrow this chance since he will be busy eating as a distraction.

Me : I need to go to the toilet.

Jack : Ok.

Slowly removing myself from the chair, my sweaty palms were reaching for my bag. Hoping he don’t see me taking it with me to the toilet. I don’t know if he did or didn’t saw it but I went to the toilet anyway. It stinks and I just hate myself so much right now in this position. In the cubicle I cautiously open the door because I don’t know if he would see me by the time I leave the toilet. But I cant see clearly because I was just in panic.

                                    “Screw it. Just run” 

And I did. Leaving the restaurant from another door. Slowly picking up my phase and I was running fast. Real fast. I didn’t know where I was I didn’t know where to go but I just want to stay as far as I could from him and the motel. It was still drizzling outside and I couldn’t care less. My legs did not stop even if I am dead tired. Terrified by what I felt I look at my watch, Fuck its almost 12 am where do I flag a taxi at this time ?!

Standing by the traffic praying to see a red or yellow taxi could pass by and even when the world is covered in darkness there is light. I saw a taxi driving towards the junction. My hopes was all up and wishing I could just take a ride home already ! 

                            “oh fuck. It was taken fuck !”

Still in panic, I took out my phone and called my bff wishing he would pick up his phone in this ungodly hour and expected he didn’t pick up !

As I saw another taxi driving towards I was praying real hard to whoever is up there please just let me go home !

                    “oh dear lord. the taxi driver is a women

I had a bad feeling about it by the time she drove near me. It was stilling raining and I was in fear and wet. the traffic lights turn red as she stops. and I was pointing at the empty backseats hoping she would let me hop on. 

                  She waved a ‘No’ gesture to me, declining. 

And for the first time my heart sank so deep that my tears could rush out any moment. My phone started ringing non-stop and god knows who is calling. I sincerely put my fingers together in a please gesture. She scroll down her car windows and said : 

Taxi Lady : Duduk kat mana ? (Where do you stay?)

Me : ‘Told her my address’ Dekat je kak (Its nearby only please)

As the lights turn green.

Taxi Lady : Masuk la (Just get in) 

Words couldn’t express how grateful I felt the moment I sat in the car. Sure it was cold and shivering, mentally damaged, terrified and my phone couldn’t stop ringing. But I told myself.

                “I’m going to be alright. I’m coming home”

While I was gonna blocked his number he sent horrifying messages to me.

“Where are you”

             “Dont runaway”                               “You cant hide from me”

I stopped myself from reading it and deleted all of it and blocked his number. And my phone rang again. How is it possible ? 

But turns out it was my bff. I picked up the call.

The moment I heard his vocie throught the phone. My tears was flowing down.


bff : Are you ok ?

Me : Fuck you…why didn’t you pick up just now (Crying already)

bff : I was at work bitch. Are you crying ? What happen. 

Me : Its 12 am and you’re still working ? (Erk kinda out of topic)

bff : Where are you now ?

Me : I had a terrible fun. I’m on my way home now. 

bff : See I told you to be careful. (still wanna nag me)

Me : call you when I’m home safe. 


As the car stopped in front of my house. The taxi meter was about RM12 I took out a RM20 note and hand to her saying my most sincere 

                             “Thank you, keep the change”

Carefully unlocking the doors so that I don’t wake my parents up at this hour. Took my towel, removed my clothes and turn on the heater. 

I’ve never hate myself so much. Like so so much. Scrubbing my skin where he touches and removing the smell from every inch of my body. 

As the shower tap was flowing water ; my eyes was too. 

Out of a sudden, I felt nauseated and immediately held on to the toilet bowl and vomit , gag so badly that it hurts inside. I was so pathetic.


Well my point of writing this story is just to share that not all my encounters are perfectly godly good sex or hot af sex. I had some pretty bad times too, I just chose not to write it. Thinking back of this incident really make me wanna yell at myself. 


Be safe everybody. xo

Hell and Silence || Chapter Six

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Drinking

Word Count: 5,002

Authors Note: Chapter Six! Horray! I know this chapter is considerable shorting than the proceeding ones, but it’s action packed. Hope you guys have been enjoying this so far… and what do you think of Derek and Vanessa? What’s going on with them? Well….

Chapter One     Chapter Two     Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five


CHAPTER SIX

DEREK

I can’t believe I fucking brought up Isaac when she was about to go down on me. How stupid am I?

I feel like such a stereotypical horny guy thinking this- it’s selfish, really- but I can’t help thinking about Isaac’s words, telling me how amazing she is with that sarcastic mouth of hers. I was about to know just how good she really is, but I just had to bring up the boyfriend. Is it even about that, though? Cause I would have been perfectly fine just holding her in my arms for just a few minutes more. 

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Frozen Love (Jack Frost x Reader) Part II

Jack flew over to Big Ben, looking at the large clock tower. He had flown by the tower many times before, but this was the first time he saw it glowing. Under the moonlight, it let off a light yellow glow.

The sight was captivating, but it didn’t appear as if anyone other than him and the other guardians had seen it.

“(Y/N),” he muttered, feeling how the name slipped off his tongue. It felt almost natural, but for all he was aware of, he never recalled saying the name before. Even still, it held some sort of familiar comfort in it.

Landing on a nearby building, he looked around the clock tower in wonder. How did the teeth disappear? There had to be something going on with it…

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pakiratomusu  asked:

Can I have yandare Genji scenario where his s/o menage to run away and lock themselfs but now Genji is right behind the door?

Of course you can! I do love me some Yandere!Genji. Also, sorry that this is ate but I was actually very sick, I was really down for the count. I hope to have my inbox ceared out very soon though, so expect more updates!

I hope you enjoy!


The hallway is a long one, and if you weren’t so terrified you might have laughed at the irony of seeing the yellow-gold light of your room in the distance.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Pressing yourself to go faster, and not even daring to think of looking behind you, you could not hear the footsteps of your lover behind you, but that did not mean he was not there. The softness of his steps, like cats paws, belied his words as they grew steadily more jerky and slurred out in his heated, mad, haze.
“Y/N, don’t you want to…hug me and don’t let go Y/N because I…why run so fast? Don’t strain…”
The words coud barely be caught over the rush in your ears and the thudding of your heart. The light of the stars outside the windows were so bright yet so distant, and in your hysteria you thought back to the days when you were ignorant and blind and happy and in love and you would sit beneath these same stars with your lover and smile.
Oh, how things change.
You nearly fell into the room rather then ran into it, and with not a second to spare you slammed the door shut so hard the ringing of it made you wince. You went to lock it, but your heart stopped as you saw a familiar katana wedged in the door frame, keeping the door, your one barrier and protection, from shutting completely.
In your adrenaline, you didn’t notice the long, thin cut it had opened on your shoulder. You felt no pain.
Not yet.
Hoding a hand to your lips, you tried to stifle the sobs and hiccups that threatened to double you over in fear as Genji began to work the sword like a lever to try and pry the door open wider. You pressed against the door with all of your weight, praying that he would fail.
“Y/N, please let me in. I have only one desire in this world: To love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you, love you, love you, only you, I promise you its only you. I adore you so much. Y/N don’t cry, okay? Just come out…”
The sweetness in his voice was disgusting and in another time and place, you might have wanted to hear it. But now?
You struggled to speak through your sniffles.
“You- hic- can’t- love me. Not- hic- if you- would do something- hic- something like this.”
The movement behind the door paused, but you did not dare relax.
You could only clamp your ears as Genji began screaming.
“I love you more than myself! More than anything in this world! What ese do I have to do to prove this to you? I have brought down those who have harmed you-”
You choked up at the thought of all the friends you had lost,
“Taken you away from things that would hurt you-”
The thoughts of the things you had missed out on-
“All I need is for you to love me and make the wretched body a whole! Is this so hard for you?”
You finally collasped into tears, unable to breathe almost as the weight of you situation hit you. Genji stopped, and immediantly began trying to soothe you through the door.
“Oh hush, sshh Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, hush now, it’s all right, I would never realy hurt you, hush, hush, hush…”
The weight from behind the door where your back was pressed disappeared, and you heard the sound of metal shifting as Genji removed his blade and dropped to his knees to speak into the crack in the door frame next to where you had slid down and now lay huddled in a ball, tears streaming down your face.
“Sshh, hush sweet one, I’m just trying to help you, come now, won’t you let me come in to comfort and heal you? There is blood on this blade, I know it is yours, come on, come out, hush now, do not cry…”
You shivered, feeling exhausted and sore now that the pain from the cut on your shoulder had set in. The soothing words stopped and were repaced by an tone you had no desire to hear now, nor ever again.
“Fine then.” The sword was once again shoved through the door frame, catching your side this time. You yelped out in pain, and Genji ignored you.
“Do not worry my love, if this is a task that you need me to pass, then rest assured…”
The sword began to glow green.
“I will pass with flying colors.”
Your mind raced to find a way out of this, but there was no escape.
“I just want you to leave me alone…”
Silence fell once more as Genji paused.
“I cannot.”

anonymous asked:

for the dom!prompt if you're still doing them, may i request taehyung for "tell me whose cunt this is"? thank you in advance!

05. “Tell me again whose cunt this is.” Teasing Taehyung.


There just wasn’t any time.

In a small hall closet, with the faint glow of the dimming bulb dangling above the two of you, he had you pinned to the wall without much effort, his large frame taking up most of the confined space.

His eyes seemed to appear even darker in the yellow light that touched his face in a beautiful contrast, his skin even more honey like than before, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and bring him closer, use up the precious minutes left with your lips pressed upon his own.

But he had you truly motionless, one hand spread out on the textured wall beside your head, looking down at you with a hungry gaze, while the other cupped your center so perfectly in his palm you were left speechless. Your thin dress did nothing to mask the slide of his fingers against your folds, or how he ground up into your clit just to hear your pretty moans that you tried so hard to conceal.

“Did you think it was okay to test me, baby?” 

A gentle brush of his lips across your cheekbone distracted you from the soft stroke of nimble fingers, barely there, keeping you on edge for him. Taehyung was a giver, never one to hold out your pleasure for his benefit, unless you had well and truly pissed him off. Which you had, how unfortunate for you.

“We’re performing in five fucking minutes and you decide to be a tease now?”

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, the fiery red hair tickling your face while he shook his head at you, staring down into your widened eyes as if trying to figure out a proper punishment that would fit the crime.

Taehyung…”

The hand on the wall suddenly moved to cup the back of your neck, fingertips digging into your flesh as he brought your face closer to his own, where you could taste the cinnamon on his breathe and dared to close in for a taste, which he knowingly dodged, sending you a warning look instead. One that had the pit of your spine fluttering in pleasant shivers.

“You were a bad girl my love, you don’t get anything.”

The whimper that emitted from your mouth rung throughout the small area, especially as his hand delved under your dress to cup you fully over the cotton panties you wore, his fingers pressing harshly against you, letting you know with just one gesture that you well and truly belonged to him. Yet Taehyung wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard you say it, heard you whisper the words to him, drawing them out just like he did every night while deep inside you.

“Tell me again whose cunt this is.”

He breathed the question, forehead pressing down against your own as he squeezed you in his palm for emphasis. Your lips parted in a silent gasp, hips moving to try and grind yourself down into his touch. Taehyung tightened his grasp on your neck rather harshly, automatically stilling your efforts of finding any type of pleasure from him.

“It’s yours, all yours.”

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smug grin, one that had devilish intentions hidden behind it, and with one small kiss to the tip of your nose, the sensation of him was gone completely. You faintly heard the words of ‘One minute left until BTS.’ from behind the sealed door, but then he was opening it, letting the bright lights of the hallway cascade into the darkened closet and temporary blind you.

“You’re damn right it is baby, I’ll see you at home later. Be ready.”

And then he was gone, humming a playful tune as he set off to find the rest of his members, leaving you breathless and needy, cheeks flushed red and panties completely drenched.

See you at home, indeed.

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The wing footed boy.

I’ve seen alot of posts about all the ways shadowhunters was bad and unfaithful to the books so heres a list of all the things that were faithful/extremely accurate (and not in the movie which some of you seem to love so much ):

  • Simon’s band name changes twice in one episode from chamagne enima to rock solid panda 
  • Isabelle’s terrible cooking is mentioned, she even makes simon soup (or what passes for it)
  • Alec actually speaks (gasp) and is the sassiest motherfucker in the institute
  • Isabelle also speaks (gaspx2) and knows shes sexy af, and just sits around being a goddess and giving out wise advice 
  • The lightwood siblings are bffs, and isabelle is constantly trying to make alec happy
  • the seraph blades actually light up
  • Hodge is in his 30s (and not like 80 years old how did that even make sense he was the youngest member of the circle? anyway.)
  • Jocelyn is a badass
  • Valentine is scary af and actually old enough to be clary’s father
  • “shadowhunters looking better in black than the widows of our enemies”
  • Raphael is actually there
  • Jace is cocky af
  • portals can only be created by warlocks
  • Clary is a badass
  • Simons yellow van
  • magnus’ outfits
  • just all the characters were on point and i am trash bye 
Sexy As Hell

DROP DEAD GORGEOUS SECOND PART

WARNING : Smut

Thursday 1:15 PM.

Brett’s POV

I woke up at 7:30 AM, took a long shower so I would look my best for my consultation at 1:30 PM. I haven’t drink since my last appointment at the clinic. Some how I couldn’t take (Y/N) out of my head, the ways she pronounced every word with her big round lips and the way she smiled when I told her about me. I still couldn’t comprehend why I couldn’t use all of my werewolf powers with her and how I didn’t affect her at all. This woman was starting to drive me Insane. I ate breakfast with Theo and told him all about (Y/N). It was raining in beacon hills today so I was wearing black jeans, black tank top and a black leather jacket. My hair was in its best messy way and I had my aviators on. My mom was working today so I drove myself to the clinic fast. And I’m here waiting inside my car because I was way to anxious to wait till the right time to drive up here. But I also don’t want to look desperate to see her and go in way too early. So I’m sitting here like an idiot holding a big caramel ice latte because she told me that was her favorite drink and I don’t even know why I brought her one but I did.
It was 1:25 PM when I finally decided it was a good time to go into the building. The same older woman greeted me and said that the doctor was already waiting for me in the same room from last time. She was grabbing her jacket so I guess she was ready to take her lunch break. I walked the small hallway and knocked on the door hearing the same sweet voice telling me to come in. I opened the door and I saw her sitting at her desk. She was sexier today. Wearing a white v neck shirt letting me see her boobs a little better this time, white ripped jeans, a black leather jacket and black heels. Her hair was falling over her face in long straight layers, she wore big square glasses today. Which made her eyes look even more welcoming.
She smiled at me when she saw that I was standing there awkwardly holding the coffee in my hands and I thought I saw her checking me out and biting her lips afterwards. But her heartbeat was still steady so I must be imagining things. “Hey Brett, how are you today?” She asked and I realized I was staring at her boobs. I cleaned my throat and smirked at her “you know, the usual. I bought you some coffee” I said stretching my arm out so she could reach the beverage in my hands. “Thank you. I really needed some” she said with a little laugh. Sexy as hell. “Well shall we start?” “Yeah sure, i don’t have any choice anyway” I said shrugging my shoulders and sitting down on the couch. She got up from the table with her notebook and she walked slowly, she was still a lot shorter than me with heels on. But they made her look so fucking sexy I was already getting turned on. “Now, how was your week? Did you talk to Susan at all? Did you go out for drinks? Smoke? Hung out with your friends? Fill me in” she said sitting down next to me “It was ok. I didn’t talk to Susan and no I didn’t do much. Just stayed at home, ordered pizza and watched a couple of movies” “Sounds like fun” she said and I giggled. “Yeah but I really need to start working out again, I’m getting out of shape” “I think you’re perfectly fine” she said biting the top of the pen and looking me up and down. Fuck I was starting to get a boner and she was close enough that I could smell her perfume all over me, her chest was going up and down with her respiratory movement and I couldn’t stop staring at her boobs. I would love to be biting them right now. “So you think I’m hot” I said smirking “well if we are being honest. Yes you are pretty hot and in shape. Now that doesn’t mean I was to sleep with you” she smirked a bit sarcastic and that only made her sexier. “Are you sure?” I asked cheekily. She smiled not saying anything so I moved closer and closer, and she didn’t move one muscle nor pushed me away. When I was inches away from her neck I whispered “are you sure you don’t want me to show you a good time? You looked stressed and I really don’t have anything new to talk about for one hour, maybe we should try another method of therapy huh?” She sighed and looked at me “Brett, we have to be professional. Your mom hired me to take care of your problems. And that’s all I’m going to do” frankly I didn’t pay much attention to what she said. I was too busy staring at her lips “You could start by taking care of this problem” I said grabbing her hand and putting it on top of the bulge in my pants, she looked at me in a warning way and sighed closing her eyes. But she didn’t move her hands. Her heartbeat was still steady. So either she was really professional or she was very hard to turn on. When she opened her eyes they were glowing. Deep purple. I was taken back in shock and my mouth fell open “your eyes…” I began and she got up quickly and walked to her desk standing with her back turned towards me. “ it’s the lighting in here ” she tried to play it off with a pretty lame excuse and I walked over to her trapping her between me and the table “look at me” I asked softly and she shook her head “please back off. You’re too close” she whispered and I closed even more our gap “look at me (Y/N)” I said demanding and she did as I told, staring at me with her big brown eyes. I shined my bright yellow eyes at her and she looked as surprise as me when I saw her real eyes a couple of seconds ago. “What are you?” She asked cupping my cheek “a werewolf” I said bringing my eyes back to the turquoise color “what are you? I’ve never seen eyes like that before” I whispered just inches away from her lips “ A witch” she said moving her nose with mine and I looked at her. Aren’t witches supposed to be ugly and old and all that bullshit? I really didn’t care right now. All I wanted to do was kiss her and fuck her senseless “I’m not a monster” she said with pain in her voice “of course not, you’re not a monster. Neither am I. We are supernatural creatures. That doesn’t mean we are bad or murderers” I said laughing a bit and she smiled looking down and blushing “that explains why I couldn’t pick up your heart beat rate” I said letting her free and she took her leather jacket off. “Yours was going crazy every time you saw me. I guess I really turned you on huh?” She said taking two beers out of the mini bar and I blushed “not fair, you’re drop dead gorgeous, you would turn everyone on” I said getting one of the beers and taking a sip, she walked up to me and smirked reaching for my leather jacket taking it off with a fast move.
Her hands trailed up my arms causing me goose bumps and my heart beat was starting to speed up, my free hand instantly gripped her hips and I pulled her close “can you hear my heartbeat now?” She whispered and bit my earlobe afterwards. I listened carefully and I could hear her heart pounding in her chest like she just finished running a mile long. “Why can I hear it now?” I asked with hoarse voice and she looked at me, putting her arms around my neck “because you know what I am, because I’m letting you in, because I’m not protecting my true form around you anymore” she said and my hand slid down to her butt gripping it firmly “human or witch. You’re fucking up my head, so if you’re not going to let me tear you apart stop teasing me” I said kissing her neck and setting the beer down on the table so I could touch her everywhere while I still had the chance. “This is wrong…” She said moving her head so I could have better access to her neck “why does it feel so right? I want you, you want me. We are both single adults. What’s wrong with that baby girl?” I asked turning us around so she was trapped between me and the desk, for the second time this afternoon. “Someone could find out and I’m your therapist” she said playing with my hair “so fucking what? Tell me that you don’t want this and I’ll stop” I said not believing my own words while I slowly pulled her shirt up. “Brett…. Oh fuck it” she said grabbing me by the neck and kissing me.
Her lips were soft and she tasted like coffee, I pressed her body against mine trying to feel every single little piece of her. I felt her tongue against my bottom lip and I slowly opened up my lips playing with her tongue with my own. The kiss was slow but the moment she pulled a bit of my hair and scratched the back of my neck I didn’t hesitate in kissing her with more pressure. I just wanted to be rough with her. I just wanted to make her scream my name. And beg for me to let her cum.
She pulled away and looked up at me with her glowing purple eyes and I was pretty sure I could of came right there. She was so beautiful, her hand caressed my cheek again but this time long black claws lightly scratched my face. “I’m not pretty when I’m like this” she whispered looking down. “I think you look even prettier like that” I said and she smiled and I smiled back noticing my fangs “I like the werewolf look on you” she said winking at me and I bit her lip drowning blood from it. Somehow she seemed to like that. She stepped away from me and guided me to the couch. Making me sit down. I pulled her making her sit on top of my lap so she could feel how much she was turning me on. She kissed me again managing to mess up even more my messy hair. My hand were on her butt moving her slightly trying to cause us both some relief. I could smell her arousal and it was driving me insane it was almost like I could feel every single little touch she gave me times ten. It was making my dick throb inside my boxers that was already wet with pre cum. We broke the kiss gasping for air and I quickly began kissing her neck, finding one of her sweet spots right below her earlobe sucking and biting on it making sure to leave a mark. The sound that came out of her mouth made me lose all of the rest of self control I had left. My claws quickly tore her shit in half and I could see her white lace bra. A low growl left my lips and I ripped her bra apart too, not having time to take it off. Her boobs were even better than what I pictured. Perky round and hard. I looked up at her and she bit her lips making me press her hips down on mine, another one of her moans filled my ear and my mouth automatically started kissing and liking her left boob while my hand took care of the other. Her nipples were hard and I quickly put one inside my mouth circling my tongue around it, biting and sucking on the skin, switching between both of her boobs giving them the attention they deserved. Meanwhile she was a moaning mess on tops of me, pulling my hair, scratching my neck and bringing my face even closer to her skin. I was starting to sweat so I quickly took off my tank top letting go of her boobs for a moment.
When I looked at them again they were full of purple and red marks, some of the marks had bite marks and her nipples were even harder now, dripping saliva. I sucked them dry for a little while before she pulled me away earning a low growl of disapproval from my part. Her hands went down my chest, scratching my pecs and abs and she started kissing my neck. She made me numb like no other woman had ever made me, I could feel her sucking on my skin and kissing her way down to the hem of my pants. I was already in pain and my dick needed attention. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down with my boxers setting me free. I winced when cold air hit my head and when her lips touched it my eyes rolled back. God she was going to kill me. Her hand grabbed my dick firmly and she starting moving her hand up and down slowly teasing me. My lips were already bleeding because of how hard I was biting it with my fangs. Her claws were scratching my thigh while she circled her tongue around my head. “God you’re beautiful” I said making a ponytail with her long dark hair and she hummed with her mouth around my cock and I twitched. I wasn’t going to last long “you’re going to make me cum” I said and she bobbed her head faster, she tried to take more of me in but she couldn’t take it all the way, which she took care with her hands. She let my head go with a pop and licked my dick up and down putting it back in her mouth. My hand moved her head faster and when I realized I was trusting in her mouth ready to release. She didn’t complain. She looked at me and then down focusing on making me cum “fuck I’m coming” I growled releasing inside her mouth. She swallowed and liked me clean.
I was panting and sweating like crazy and I couldn’t wait to taste her. She got up from her knees and I grabbed her throwing her in the couch next to me. I kissed her again and unbuttoned her skinny jeans taking them off of her body fast. She was wearing a mini thong that barely covered anything. I looked up at her and she smirked at me “naughty girl” I growled against her neck biting down and she moaned scratching my shoulders. I opened her legs and started massaging her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. She was soaking wet and she couldn’t keep her moans in. I ripped her panties apart throwing it over my shoulder and got down between her legs. She looked at me sleepily and I began liking her labia, she closed her eyes immediately “look at me babe” I demanded and she opened her eyes watching while I slowly opened her lips and liked her clit causing her to pull my hair, I sucked her clit inside my mouth and nibbled on it a couple of times and all I could hear was her heavy sighs and her low moans. I slid one finger inside of her pussy and my dick throbbed when I realized how tight she was. She buried my head between her legs and I ate her faster making sure I was moving my finger up and out of her in the same speed. “I’m going to.. Ooh Brett” my name coming out of her lips made me work even harder.
Her lips parted and her mouth fell into a O, her head fell back and she arched moving herself against my face I closed my eyes and hummed around her clit sending her over the edge. I could feel her toes curling against my back and the loud moan that came out of her mouth made me not want to stop. But she was too sensible and I didn’t want to hurt her. I liked her cleaned and made my ways up her body. She still had her eyes closed and a relaxed expression was present on her face. “How are you feeling now?” I whispered trailing her arms with my fingertips. “Much better” she said with a low voice and I giggled.
She hugged me and started kissing me slowly again. She was perfection. I hear a pound knock on the door and we both looked at each other in panic. She got up and answered “yes? I’m still in section” “oh I’m sorry Dr. (Y/L/N) but your next patient it’s already here” I heard her receptionist voice and I growled frustrated. (Y/N) looked at me and started to put her jeans back on, since I ripped her underwear, bra and shirt I looked at her with a question look “how are you going to talk to q patient with your boobs out?” “ I have another shirt in that drawer in the table, and I’ll just put my jacket on so my nipples won’t peek through the material” she said pointing at the drawer. I nodded and put my clothes on watching her do the same. After we were both dressed she looked at me a little embarrassed “I’m sorry about this” she said scratching her neck and I smiled grabbing her hips and kissing her lips fast “ it’s ok, can I make another appointment tomorrow so we can finish this? ” I asked putting my forehead against hers. “How about I give you my number, and you can come over later?” She said and I smiled big “I would love that, so can I take you on a date or are you just using my sexy body?” I said and she laughed kissing me “maybe”


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“Persona 4 - Kiri no Amnesia” by Kenichi Fujiwara (The first 4 pages, translated)

The following is not a Fanfiction, but a translated excerpt from a novel that was sold in Japan shortly after the release of Persona 4. This light novel is a side-story, set shortly after Yukiko’s dungeon and expands on Yosuke’s relationship with Saki Konishi, while also attempting to explain what happened to the Shadows of the two victims of the serial murders.The story features Yosuke as the protagonist, with Yukiko, Chie and Teddie in supporting roles. Yu is absent for plot-reasons. While the story’s canon-status is debatable, it at very least *is* official merchandise, which was never released outside Japan.

What can be found in this post are only the first four pages of the book, HOWEVER, if there is enough interest, I will try and translate the entire book, chapter by chapter. That said, let’s go:


I: The Shopping District in the Fog


<Now I Face Out, I Hold Out, I Reach Out To The Truth-!>

The sound of the English vocals drummed in his head as he let himself get carried by the fast-paced flow of the melody. Even trough the droning music from his headphones with the volume pumped up all the way to max level ,Yosuke Hanamura could still hear the voice of a girl, his teammate.

“C’mon, Yosuke!!”

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