i did this drunk a few weeks ago but the coloring was different


Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Modern Au. Reader needs some self defense and meets Ivar the trainer.

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, Swearing, ex-boyfriend situation, explicit, slight choking, detailed smut
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Colors Tell Stories - Fifth Color

College!Tom AU 

Pairing: Tom x Reader 

Summary: Tom and reader are college students, both majoring in English - with an emphasis in Creative Writing. They met their first year and, as third years, have grown closer than ever. 

Color: Red - assertive, daring, determined, energetic, powerful, enthusiastic, impulsive, exciting. The color red is an intense color that is packed with emotion ranging from passionate, intense love to anger and violence — representing both cupid and the devil.

People who said ‘red’/Inspiration for this post: @lexierector, @phoebeconrey, @spidey-darling

First Color | Second Color | Third Color | Fourth Color // Sixth Color



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No.6 major fic rec list

Hello people:D

It seems 2 (two) human beings might be interested in a recommendation fic list. SO HERE IT IS  
Things to have in mind:  
.It was supposed to be short but I ended up mentioning 97 fics, sorry  
.I used 10 categories (highschool, college, modern setting, Kingdom / Fantasy Au / Magic, Miscellaneous Aus, Post-series, canon, reunion, Life Swap and Gender Bend)
. Links in bold are fics that are definitely a must. You MUST read them because of how good they are, I tried to highlight 2 or 3 in each category and rating, so you can go to those first  
.The rating of the fic is next to the name for easy choosing. Plus some small commentary I added on my favs.
.Have in mind that some of this are not finished and a pretty large amount might be abandoned, but read them anyway because they are still great  
.There’s a little list at the end with my favorite authors, I would recommend everyone to read ALL of their work, but some of those works might be in other categories.
. Feel free to reblog with your own contributions!! I definitely need more awesome fics to read :3

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Amends (part two)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.

A/N: Going on from part three it’s all new, this part is still the older stuff, but re-written. There’s a Chuck Bass appearance, but he wont be a big part of the overall story. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by little--batman

Carter waited until you were safely inside the hotel room, to your amusement; you were already in the damn hotel, what could possibly happen?

When you closed the door and turned you were surprised once again. The room looked completely different from before.

Most of the racks filled with clothes were gone, except for one. A note was attached to the rack:

“Dear Y/N,

In the hopes that you took my offer of staying the night and go to lunch with me tomorrow, I’d like to give you these. Beautiful things, for a beautiful woman, as they say. But none of these garments will ever be as beautiful as you, or do you justice.



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Imagine FaceTiming Chris while you’re painting the nursery.

A/N: Hello, hello. Thank you to the anon who asked about the series, definitely pushed me to sit down and write. Anyway, this is the next part of the series; it’s called ‘Memory Lane’ and you’ll understand why soon. The first two parts and their masterlists will be linked here (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ and 'Baby Fever’) Hope everyone enjoys this. X

Your paint roller strolled up and down the white walls, transforming its neutral shade into a darling baby blue for your son that was due in a few months. It amazed you how quickly the past six months had past, it felt like just yesterday it was Christmas and you were telling Chris you were ready to have a baby with him. It was insane to you that you were now actually pregnant and starting to prepare a proper nursery in the spare room where you had the mock nursery for your baby niece while you babysat her for the week. Chris was right when he said, “times flies when you’re having fun.” Since you found you were pregnant with the love of your life’s child, you’d been having more fun than you’d ever imagine. To think you didn’t want kids, thank God for Chris because you would’ve missed out on the biggest adventure of your life.

Speaking of Chris: he was away and had been for the past four- nearly five months, filming 'Avengers: Infinity War’. Without his help, the nursery was coming along rather slowly. You didn’t want to go shopping without him because you wanted him to have a say too, though he would agree with everything you chose- you felt it was nice for him to be there anyway. As for the painting, you both agreed the nursery’s color would be based on the gender of your future child. The fact that you’d only just found out the gender two days ago, made his offer to paint the room before he left redundant. He said he’d paint when he returned- which wasn’t long now- and that you- in no circumstance- were to do it yourself. You chuckled softly as you continued to paint, “yeah, right.”

Your music was cut short when your phone starting ringing. From the ring tone, you knew it was Chris calling through FaceTime. You lowered the roller into the paint dish and answered, turning your camera to a unpainted wall because you were yet to tell your husband he was having a son. Your face popped up on the bottom right of your screen, whereas Chris’ face filled the rest. You smiled when you saw his blond hair and clean shaven face; it didn’t matter how long the two of you’d been together, you still felt awe every time he became Captain America. The thing that amazed you the most wasn’t how different he looked, it was that Captain America was yours and yours alone.

“Hey baby,” Chris smiled brightly when the connection stabled.

“Hey Cap,” you smiled back. “How’s the movie coming along?” You asked and he chuckled.

“I understand that you’re a Marvel fan and you’re really excited about the movie,” he began and you suppressed your laughter, knowing what he was going to say next. “But can we talk about you first?” He asked and you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, fantastic, the same as yesterday,” you assured him, giggling. “Stop worrying about me, Chris. I’m pregnant, not dying.” You reminded him in a playful tone and he chuckled. “Now answer my question, how’s the movie coming along?”

“Great, fantastic, the same as yesterday,” he responded similarly then laughed when you scowled. “I’m sorry,” he said with a cute pout. “You know I can’t tell you anything about the movie, Marvel’s got snipers ready to gun me down if I spill anything. As much as I’d love to tell you all the secrets, I’d like to be there for the birth of my future son or daughter.”

Your smile reached your eyes when you realized you still hadn’t told Chris about the gender of the baby. You were excited because you knew he’d be too; he could finally have someone in the house to talk Patriots with him. He did talk about wanting a daughter so he could spoil and treat her like a little Disney Princess, but he also did say he’d love a son he could raise like a mini-him. Having a husband like Chris made things easy because you really couldn’t go wrong with him; his love for children was too strong. Yeah, you were having a boy, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try for a girl the next time.

“Can I show you something?”

“It better not be something you baked,” he warned playfully. “I’m still drooling from yesterday’s brownies.” He told you and you giggled. “You have to make them for me when I’m back and on break and don’t have to watch everything I eat.”

“I will,” you promised with a nod. “Now close your eyes for a second, I want you to be surprised.” You told him and he rolled his eyes but did as you instructed. “Okay, just keep them closed.” You said as you flipped the camera so you could show him the blue wall. “Now open.” You instructed and his eyes fluttered open.

“Why are you showing me a blue wall?” He asked with narrowed eyes. You giggled then watched him as his eyes widened with realization. “Oh my God!” He exclaimed excitedly, leaning closer to his screen. “We’re having a boy?!” He asked and you flipped the camera back to you so you could nod and grin. “Y/N! That’s amazing, I’m so excited!”

“Me too,” you agreed.

“Wait- Did you start painting without me?” He asked; his eyes narrowed and you winced. “I told you to wait till I got back, you shouldn’t be doing any hard labor.” He said and you chuckled. “Stop laughing,” he scolded but was chuckling himself, “I’m serious.”

“I know,” you giggled. “But I’m fine, Chris. It’s not hard labor, it’s just rolling the sponge thing up and down the wall. It’s honestly the easiest thing,” you tried to assure him but he didn’t look very assured. “Stop worrying about me,” you chuckled at his frowny face. “I’m not that fragile.”

“Just promise me you won’t try and climb anything, if you can’t reach- just leave it until I get back.” He told you, his face contorted with anxiousness and concern because he knew you all too well. “I mean it, Y/N.” He warned in a stern tone and you nodded. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, or the baby. I’m not home, so don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Good,” he bit then huffed. “I miss you,” he admitted with a heavy hearted smile. “I really, really can’t wait to get back home to you. I’m like literally-” he shifted his computer to show you the pug theme calendar you got him, “counting down the days.”

“Same here,” you felt your eyes tear up.

“Don’t start,” he chuckled, feeling his own eyes water. “You know if you start crying then I’m going to cry too and- I can’t afford to do that because I have to go film a scene soon.” He told you and you chuckled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “God, I wish this movie wasn’t schedule for now. I want to be there with you, going through the pregnancy with you. I mean- I’ve missed everything,” he said with a sigh. “I haven’t even felt the baby kick and that-” He huffed, “it sucks, Y/N. I’m so sorry, you must be feeling so alone.”

“Hey,” you smiled to make him smile. “Don’t do that to yourself, it’s your job. Plus- you’re home soon and we can experience the rest of the pregnancy together. You’ve only missed the yucky stuff, the morning sickness and the mood swings.” You joked and he chuckled. “And I haven’t felt alone once, with an amazing husband like you- how could I? You call me all the time, text me good morning, good afternoon and good night, and leave me little baggies of Gummi Bears all around the house. Even though you’re not here physically, you’re still here with me.”

“I love you,” he smiled. “And I can’t wait to see you.”

“Right back at you,” you smiled.

You heard Chris’ trailer door open in the background. “Yo, Chris.” Sebastian’s voice came through and Chris turned as he walked into the frame. “Anthony and Joe-” He cut himself off when he saw you on Chris’ laptop screen; you smiled and waved, drawing him closer to the screen. “Y/N, hey!”

“Hi Seb,” you chuckled. “Have you come to take my husband away from me?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian chuckled. “Sorry, but Captain America is needed.” You smiled and shook your head, as if to say “it’s okay”. “You look great though, the pregnancy must be coming along well.” He commented and you nodded. “Chris is very excited to wrap up so he can get back to you, he’s been pouting about missing the experience since he got here. Everyone’s working double time so he can go home early and we can stop listening to him whine,” he said then laughed when you did.

“Shut up,” Chris chuckled, shoving Sebastian away from the laptop. “I’ll talk to you later, sweetheart.” He told you and you nodded; you smiled and waved at Sebastian, who was behind Chris waving at you. “Take it easy, alright?”

“You got it, Cap.” You saluted him and he chuckled. “Bye Buck,” you gave Sebastian a two finger wave and he chuckled, returning it. You blew Chris a kiss and he blew you one before he hung up the call. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and returned to painting, patting your belly ever so gently and whispering. “Your daddy will be home soon.”

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Love Lingered On His Lips (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: I’m sorry it’s been…close to a month since I last submitted something. My mental health and creative muse took a road trip to rock bottom and they didn’t come home until a few days ago lmao. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this!! Italics = thoughts. (also i’m sorry my author notes are a mess this is the #realme) (also x2 to the anon who asked about my abc fic like two weeks ago i am planning on continuing it!!! i have some of it written (along w/ four other unfinished fics bc i am trash)  i don’t know when exactly i’ll get it out but i 100% want to finish it)

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I Love You, Not Your Gender

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: howdy, could you do a tyler x reader where they meet at a coffee shop or something and they fall in love, but turns out that the person ty falls in love with is trans Ftm (female to male) and they get beat up or something and ty is like “fuck man. i really love them……” idk just an idea!!!!!! thank youuuu!!!!

Summary: So basically Trans!Reader (FtM) meets Tyler one day at Molina’s Coffee House and they hit it off but then some bad stuff happens but happy ending as always.

A/N So this was definitely different than what I’m used to, but I really got inspired this morning while I was at Starbucks working on some other stuff with some friends so I wrote this! Kinda long, but I’m actually very happy with how it came out! Hope you guys enjoy! Also, I do support the LGBT community, so please don’t take anything I wrote in this fic (slurs/intrusive thoughts) as anything that I personally believe. As always, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that the character is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1572, much long I’m v sorry

Warning: I cursed, used a homosexual slur, a little bit of violence, and mention of mental issues such as anxiety, intrusive thoughts, and being self conscious.

This request really got me out of my comfort zone, but I’m very happy with how this came out. I’ve never written a Tyler fic or a trans!reader fic so please be nice. I tried my best to get into the mind of what someone in this situation might be feeling and experiencing, but I obviously am not perfect. Anyway, feel free to request! I’ve got a few lined up in my drafts, but the more the merrier!

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Feysand Fan Fic for ACOWAR Exchange

Hi Shannon! I got your prompt and I wrote a fan fic for a Modern AU with Feysand – I included a coffee shop and Feyre’s career as an artist like you asked for. This is my first attempt at writing fan fic and I tried my best! So please take it easy on me. I’m not an artist, but I used google and looked up some things and went with it. I really hope you like it @inkedstarlight ! And thank you @squaddreamcourt for creating ACOWAR Exchange! It was a great way to get people to participate and possibly step out of their comfort zone.

Two Weeks before the Art Showcase:

I sat at a little table for two while I waited for my coffee to be ready. I kept my eyes on my lap, where the splattered paint stains seemed to give my favorite pair of sweats a vibrant life of its own. I wasn’t a fan of crowded rooms, but my desperate need for caffeine after a late night of painting had made me brave a long line. This was my favorite little coffee shop, it was decorated with light pastel colors and neat little nick-knacks and books scattered around. It was cluttered and cozy – and usually empty. I always tried to avoid the morning rush, but with my art showcase in two weeks I was overwhelmed and in need of my coffee fix. I went to run my fingers through my hair – only to be thwarted by my messy bun – and tried to refocus on what I wanted my next painting to be about. There was a feeling that I had been trying to grasp at for a while, but I just couldn’t quite pin it down.

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Strangers- Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: You’re in Romania. You finally got out of a toxic relationship and you’re finally free from everyone you know. You enjoy that time on your own without speaking to anyone, until you meet a mysterious man in the middle of town.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! Finally

    Same time, same place.

           This was what it was like every day. You met at the bridge where you had first met and walked, or sat together. You did nothing more than talk, and enjoy each other’s company. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t your favourite part of the day.

           You explored different parks, plazas, and museums on many of those days. He insisted that you had to get the full experience of the area.

           Today, you had walked around a small art museum. You loved art. It was one of the things you loved most in life. This museum featured many local, new artists that wanted nothing more than to just put everything they had ever worked for out there.

You loved how with so many pieces, every little image could channel what could be, and probably is a story in somebody’s eyes.

Some expressed love, happiness, sadness, loneliness, and so many other beautiful things that amazed you.

There was one in particular that you had been glued to for quite a while. It was one replicating your favourite spot in the small city that you had grown to love in the past few weeks. The very spot you two had been sitting at for the past hour, watching one of the most colorful sunsets you had seen in a long time.

“What are you thinking about?” James smiled at you as you looked out in the distance towards a sunset.

Your heart jumped when he asked you that. You couldn’t tell him what you were actually thinking about. Him. But you’d be lying if you told him anything else. And what if he could tell if you were lying?

You decided to play it cool and laid the rest of your body down on the grass, letting out a sigh.

“Nothing. What are you thinking about?” You deflected.

           He chuckled, getting the message that you weren’t ready to let him in to your innermost thoughts yet. Which was fine, it pretty much described your whole relationship so far.

           “One thing…” You decided to speak up about at least one thing that was on your mind.

           He rested his hand on the ground, leaning slightly toward you, keeping eye contact.

           “What is it?”

           “Well…” You cleared your throat, rising up, resting on your elbows leaning closer to him.

           “What’s the story behind that?” You pointed your head towards his left hand. The one that was always covered up by a leather glove of sorts.

           “And you can’t tell me it’s only your left hand that’s cold.”

           He stared intently at me for a moment. He was definitely unsure about what to tell you.

           “The truth?” He replied.

           You smiled.

           “I mean…What I assume to be the truth. You could probably tell me a big fat lie and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

           He shook his head the same way he always did when you said something jokingly, or sarcastic.

            “You really want to know?” he sighed.

           You nodded slowly, unsure if you actually meant it.

           “Only if you want me to know.”

           You really didn’t know what to expect really. If it was nothing, he would have said so by now. But you knew then that there was definitely a secret behind it. You thought that maybe it was a really bad burn that happened in an accident that he didn’t want to talk about, or a stupid tattoo he had gotten for an ex-girlfriend. Anything really. But you were definitely not expecting to see the shine of silver metal as the glove was being removed.

           It took you a moment to register that it was in fact the shape of a hand. His hand.

           You sat there blank faced for a good moment, completely stunned.

           He moved his fingers around like a real hand as if he were stretching them out before getting the glove to put it back on before anyone noticed. But instinctively, you took it in your hands, examining it. Every single intricate detail, how it moved, even the soft hum it made when he’d softly flex his fingers.

           You were fascinated. You had no idea that there was even technology like that in today’s world yet.

           “How did this happen? …I mean, how did you end up with something like- wow.” You stuttered.

           He paused for a moment. He seemed unsure about what to tell you. How much to say of what happened, or what was involved in the process.

           He told you that he had gotten into an accident a long time ago, and some people had done it as some type of experiment. Unfortunately, they were the type of people that you never wanted to get involved with.

           He didn’t say much else, and you didn’t want to pry any more than you already did. There was so much pain in his eyes.

           The more you learned about him, the more fascinated and mesmerized you were by him. And yet you were certain that you knew virtually nothing about him. But you wanted to know everything…But you loved the mystery of who he was at the same time.

           You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. Having to deal with the feelings for him that you had battled for a while. The way your heart skipped a beat whenever he started speaking to you, or when he looked deep into your eyes. Kind of like how he was doing right then.


           You couldn’t resist anymore.

           His lips were soft, but firm against your neck. His touches were light against your skin as he moved his hands up and down your sides. Your legs felt like jello from each touch, and you weren’t sure you would still be standing up if it weren’t for his firm grasp on you against the wall of your hotel room.

           It had been no longer than 20 minutes since you had confessed your feelings for him…Well less of a talking confession, and more spontaneously kissing him with hardly any thoughts of any potential consequence. Thankfully, that wasn’t something you really had to face. Neither of you had spoken a word since you suggested going back to your hotel room after things getting a little heated in the middle of a park.

           You were lost in him ever since that moment. You were drunk off of his lips, high from his touches and you never wanted it to stop. You wanted more.

           Your hands moved in and out from under his shirt, feeling his hard muscles tighten and release under your light touches.

           You moved his head so that he could bring his lips back up to yours as you lowered your hands down to the hem of his jeans.

           You could feel his breaths hitch when you started to play with the button to unfasten them. He was nervous, you could tell.

           You moved your hands up to his face, nodding your head. Letting him know that it was okay.

           “I really like you, (y/n)” He whispered against you.

           You nodded, not moving yourself away from him one inch.

           “I just…I don’t want to hurt you.”

           “You won’t.” You reassured.

           “It’ll be okay…I-I trust you.”

           That was the first time you were able to say that truthfully to a man who claimed to care about you.

           You moved away from his grasp and made your way over to your bed, removing your shirt in the process, revealing the black mesh bralette you had underneath. Which honestly didn’t cover anything.

           It didn’t take him long to follow, almost mirroring your actions and removing his shirt also.

           He looked so much better than you could have even imagined. You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of him making his way back over to you, pressing your bodies together as if they were high powered magnets.  

           You pushed him over onto his back as you straddled his waist with your legs as you began grinding yourself against his pelvis. The tension began to build more and more as each moment passed. You both released sharp exhales simultaneously each time you grinded against each other harder and harder.

           James sat himself up bringing his lips to your neck kissing, and biting the sensitive areas while not letting up on his movements against your core.

           You let out a soft moan as you began to grow more sensitive, and a soft grin started to form on his lips.

           Before you could do anything else, he flipped you over on to your back and slowly pulled your jeans along with your underwear down your legs. He threw the clothes across the room and moved both his hands up your legs with his mouth kissing up the inside of your thighs, making his way up to where you wanted…needed him.

           The mixture of sensations you felt was something so new to you. The feeling of his soft lips going to where you were the most sensitive, his strong, warm hand on your left leg, and the cold metal one on your right drove you almost mad.

           You found it hard to concentrate on anything except the sight of those blue eyes looking up at you from in between your legs. You didn’t even notice that you were holding your breath until his mouth made its way to where you wanted it most, pressing his tongue directly against your clit.

           You let out a sharp scream-like gasp. Your breathing continued on heavily as he skillfully continued on with his movements. His tongue moved up and down your bundle of nerves alternating between going fast and slow keeping you so far on the edge.

           You could feel yourself getting close, and you started involuntarily grinding your hips against his face. He started growling against you, sending vibrations that you could feel radiating up your whole body. You were close to the edge; you could feel it. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head right before…he stopped.

           You let out a flustered, pathetic whimper when he pulled away. You could tell by the look on his face too that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

           You stayed there, your body feeling weak and jello-like watching his take his pants of revealing his hard member. You whimpered sight of it. He was a lot…bigger than you had expected. All you wanted was him to be inside you as soon as possible.

           You managed to prop yourself up slightly and pull him close to you before lowering your hand down for his cock.

           “Damn.” You thought. It was one thing seeing it right before your eyes, but to actually feel him, large and pulsing in your hand was a whole other thing. You swallowed in nervousness, you had never had anyone that big before.

           You smashed your lips back on to his as you guided him over to your entrance, pumping it lightly.

           You both let out breathy moans the moment he started entering you. With every thrust he started to go deeper, and deeper into you filling you up in ways you didn’t even realize you didn’t even realize could be possible. Finally, when he had gone all the way in and you were used to his size you started to move at a faster pace, signaling that it was okay.

           He continued on, following your pace and movements. You could feel your body start to go limp again as a result of the way he would hit your G-spot with perfect accuracy. Every time he pulled out, he’d pull out almost completely then slam all the way in. Only the tiniest of whimpers were escaping you at that point.

           Suddenly, he began to prop himself up onto his knees so that now he was holding you by the hips with your legs lazily wrapped around him, and the rest of your body was still down on the bed hitting you at new angles. Now you could feel yourself getting close.

           You had never felt an orgasm coming on so strongly in your life.  Your fingers started to go numb, that electric numbness started to spread from your fingers up your arms and now your legs. Your mouth was gaping open; you couldn’t even bring yourself to make any sounds. Tears started to sting your eyes as you got closer to your finish. You could even feel that he was getting closer to his end too. His thrust became faster, but by no means did he get sloppy, his breathing was getting harder, and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

           “You getting close, doll?” he panted, moving his flesh hand to rub quick circles at your clit.

           Just the nickname alone was what did it for you. Doll. You began shaking in his grip, your hips moving faster involuntarily against him, and a scream that consisted of none other than his name came out of your mouth. You weren’t sure if you were having a really long orgasm, or if you were having multiple, which you honestly thought was a myth until now. Your orgasm lasted long enough for James to follow right behind you, filling you up with his hot cum only adding to the sensation.

           James stayed inside of you for a good minute after finishing. You still enjoyed the feeling of being connected even though you weren’t technically having sex anymore.

           When he rolled over onto his side of the bed, his demeanor changed a little bit. As if he were shy, or if he were thinking too hard about something.

           “What is it?” You asked, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

           “You okay, right?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

           You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush like a little school girl.

           “I mean it,” he said,

           “I mean…I didn’t hurt you?”

           You couldn’t help kiss him one more time.

           “Not only am I fine,” You whispered against his lips seductively.

           “But I’m pretty sure that I just had the best orgasm of my life.”

           He smiled again moving closer to you before you wrapped your arms around him pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

           You both stayed that way for a while until you peacefully fell asleep.

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Too Hot To Handle

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

                    ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others..

Rating: Mature


Aria St. James opened her restaurant four years ago to mixed reviews and crippling debt. The first year she literally lived at her job, a sleeping bag under her desk unrolled ever night to sleep for a few hours. By year two, the crowds were thicker, the reviews better and Aria actually bought a condo to live in when not working. Eventually, she was able to delegate and have actual days off. 

Coming back from a full week off, Aria was swamped with paperwork. She’d kept tabs on the place while away, watched the numbers and all the vital orders and shipments but going through it all in person was time consuming. 

“Hey boss.” Her head sous-chef spoke from the doorway. “Have a good vacation?”

“Good Javie. It was good, now I’m drowning in fucking paperwork.”

“Yeah well that’s why you get the big bucks.”

“Yeah and the big ulcers.”

They both chuckled and went over the supply orders coming in, as well as any staff issues that came up while she was gone. It was close to opening time when Aria finally made her way into the kitchen. She did inventory and checked on all the equipment finding everything in working order. 

“I’m glad you guys didn’t burn the place down while I was gone.” She remarked at the staff meeting prior to opening the doors. A few laughed and she asked, “So anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

“Oh my god! You missed it!” Cheryl gasped, her blue eyes wide and mouth gaping. 

“What?” Aria asked, cocking a sculpted eyebrow. 

“We had a few tv stars in here.”

“Oh yeah, who?”

“A few actors from The Walking Dead!” The waitress said with a huge smile. “They were so flippin’ hot!”

Snorting Aria crossed her arms and commented, “I haven’t seen it.”

“God you’re so boring.” Javier muttered, elbowing her. “Do you know Boondocks Saints?”

“Yeah, I saw it once I think.”

“The guy who plays Murphy, Norman Reedus was here. Jeffrey Dean Morgan and another guy… uh what’s his name?”

“Andrew Lincoln.”

“Yeah him.” Javier exclaimed, “You totally missed it.”

“Sounds great.” She deadpanned, “Anything important happen?”

“They posted pictures of their food. We’ve been swamped ever since.”

Smirking she replied, “Well that’s excellent. I like free publicity." 

Dinner service went quickly and Aria got back into the swing of things seamlessly. She finished the last round of main courses and began preparations for dessert when the hostess came bursting into the kitchen.

"Oh my god. They’re back. Well two of them." 

"Who?” Aria asked while plating a decadent chocolate dessert. 

“Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan!” She shrieked before clapping her hands over her mouth with wide eyes. “Oh my god they’re so hot, like so hot and they’re asking to meet the chef!”

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a very very expensive vase

Nari mentioned OHSHC au with Marco as Haruhi and I just–I wondered what that would look like from the outside?

It’s Sunday, and there’s no school today. Marco sleeps as late as he dares, which is only half past nine, but it’s still a treat.

He can’t lie abed longer without forfeiting his breakfast, though, and Thatch makes the absolute best pancakes, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. Marco groans and rolls out of bed, and hopes Thatch has made the blueberry syrup he likes.

He stumbles to the closet and goes through it, bleary-eyed. It’s a Sunday, he wants comfy, but his comfiest pants don’t match any of his shirts, not anymore. Second comfiest, then, the loose ones, and his hand hovers over his old blue shirt but he ends up tugging the white shirt off the hanger because, as Sabo says constantly, if you can’t match colors, then don’t wear color.

In defiance of the voices in his head, though, he puts on fuzzy socks.

Thatch has, indeed, made the blueberry syrup, and Marco nods thankfully at him. Thatch grins back, handing him a plate of pancakes as he shuffles by.

“Mornin’,” he says, sliding into his chair at the table and covering a yawn.

He gets a chorus of grunts and ‘good morning’s back, and he focuses on getting his pancakes into his mouth without spilling syrup everywhere. So he’s not so awake when he doesn’t have to be, who can blame him?

“Marco,” Izo says from across the table. “You look nice today.”

Marco grunts and cuts another bite.

“Got plans?” Haruta asks, leaning into his right side.

He shakes his head and manages to eat more pancake, but his siblings do not take the cue to shut up.

“So you’re staying home, then?” Haruta says.

Marco stops, swallows carefully, and puts down his fork. He turns to Haruta, eyes narrowed or barely open, and he says, “Why, yoi?”

“No reason,” Haruta says with that charming smile that means there is absolutely a reason.

“I just thought you might have plans,” Izo says, and Marco decides that Haruta is a post-breakfast problem and turns back to his pancakes.

“It’s Sunday,” he says to Izo. “I never have plans on Sunday. Why would you think that?”

“You’re dressed up,” Izo says, fork waving. “Look, your outfit matches and everything. You usually wear that atrocious green shirt with those pants. The white looks so much better.”

Marco opens his mouth to deny it and instead he repeats what he’s heard every day for the entire semester. “If you can’t match colors, then don’t wear them.”

Izo stares at him, and Marco blinks, then reapplies himself to breakfast. “That’s…very interesting,” Izo says.

“I joined this club,” Marco says like it’s any kind of explanation at all, and then stuffs his mouth full of pancake.

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(Y/F/N) = Y
our first Name
(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name
(Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color
(Y/E/C) = Y
our Eye Color

Word Count: 2,414
Being in war took it‘s toll on many men and also many women. While most of the men were at the front, fighting Nazis, their women hoped that this war would end soon and their men return alive. A few aren‘t lucky with that. Mothers, Wifes and Sisters received news from the army that their loved once died , to quote the army themselves ‚Fighting for their Fatherland‘. Each and every day you could hear cries of grief through the city of New York.

Captain America alias Steve Rogers and his best friend James Buchanan ‚Bucky‘ Banres returned with their group of Soldiers after a long fight with some Germans that tried to get over the lines, but Germans lost and the Americans cheered knowing that every small victory against the enemy meant a step further to the big victory. Beaten, but with a big smile on each face, the soldiers reached the camp. Some were directly lead to the med bay and the others went to their tents looking forward to some rest for at least a few minutes. War didn‘t had time for any resting.

Steve and Bucky also went to the tents. „I hope this ends soon.“ Steve said sighing and looking up to the sky. The sun slowly setting. His dark haired friend pated his back and smiled up at his old friend. „After Today I‘m sure that our enemies are pissing their pants right now.“ The blond man laughed a little something he didn‘t in awhile. He replied „You‘re right. We should see on the bright side.“ Bucky and Steve smiled at each other. Than Bucky spoke up again „You know what? We deserve a little time out. What about we fetch a drink?“ The Captain knew even when he said no to this request they would be still in a bar a few hours later. So Steve just nodded and both parted to take a quick and needed shower.

After putting on cleaner clothes they both met up again and went to the nearest bar that wasn‘t destroied by a bomb. Music could be heared over laugther and people talking and dancing. It was crowded but not in an uncomfortable way. No it was a way that showed that there is still hope and live in all what the people did.
Taking a seat at the bar both men ordered some drinks. They talked about everything. About the latest fight, about the war itself, what they missed from the time before the war started and what they would do when all this is over.

Let‘s say it got a bit poetic. Something Steve wouldn‘t expected from his friend but he sure had many drinks. Still, Bucky had a straight posture and he didn‘t look drunk at all.
At some point they talked about what motivated them. Motivated them to get up every damn day in this war. „The World needs Captain America. They need someone who can lead them to a great victory.“ Steve explained and Bucky nodded knowing what his friend meant. Steve Rogers wasn‘t little Stevie anymore. This whole expirment changed him and not in just the way how tall and strong he is now. He wanted to change the world. He wanted to save people.

„What about you Bucky? What keeps you alive?“ Steve than asked not sure what his friend may answer. Steve wasn‘t the only one who changed. Bucky was a childish men before he went to war. Always looking out for adventures. Or Women for that matter. It got on Steves nerves sometimes, but he wouldn‘t know what he would do with out Bucky. Now in the war, Bucky grow up. He became a man that would die for his country and his people.

Bucky smiled a hals smile and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a Picture. Cut out from a magazine, Steve asumed, looked two pairs of (Y/E/C) right into Steves eyes. „Are you serious Buck?“ Steve laughed a little. He pulled Buckys drink from his grasp. With a roll of his blue eyes, Bucky pulled his drink away from Steve. Then he looked at the picture. „I‘m more than serious. This girl is the reason why I‘m here.“ Bucky remembered it clearly when he first saw an article with this Girl.


The war just started a year ago. Live was hard. But some had taken the chance to show men that the army was the right choice to end this game of violence. Bucky would shook his head at all the men that swooned over some Girls printed on paper, showing off a lot of skin.

After a really hard day at the factory that Bucky worked at he got into the crowded bus that brought him back home. He looked around when he suddenly took a glance at a paper a man held in his hands. A girl with a bright smile adorned the whole page. Her (Y/H/C) styled into an upright pin curl style, red lips formed into a bright smile that showed off pearly white teeth, her (Y/E/C) were stood out with the way the make up was done. She wore a way too short military uniform and in her right hand she held the american flag high up into the air. The left hand was on her hips.
The headlines were saying ‚Join the Army!‘ ‚Bring Victory one day nearer!‘.
Bucky didn‘t know this Girl but the female stole his heart right away.

Still amzed, Bucky nearly missed his stop. After he got out of the bus in time, he made his way to the nearest store. When he entered he made his way straight up to the magazines, seaching for the unknown Girl he saw on the paperes only moments ago.
He found what he seeked in no time. The man paid quickly and went out the store making his way down to his home. Meanwhile he flicked through the pages. Everywhere he could was a picture of this Girl. All in different themes. Bucky found at that this Girl was named (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) a new Pin Up Girlfor the magazines. In the year that the war went on she got very populat due to her looks and smiles that would seduce men right into the army.

That was when Bucky knew he would join the Army. Of course he wanted that before he saw (Y/F/N) but now he was 110 % sure he wanted it. And thats what he did. He joined the Army and he got far. He was a great soldier. When ever he felt that he loses his mind he would look at pictures of the (Y/H/C) haired girl with her big, bright smile and in an instant everything was well again.


„You can say she saved my life over and over.“ Bucky than said still looking at the picture. Steve rolled his eyes now. Than he said „You know what? This Girl doesn‘t even know you exist. How came that you fall for someone you don‘t know?“ Steve was sure his friend had more than enough drinks and let his friend out of the bar that was still filled with men and women dancing the night away.

A bit tipsy but not completely drunk Bucky walked beside his muscular friend. „oh Come on Stevie. You and Miss Carter weren‘t exactly a perfect match when you joined us. And now you two act like a married couple.“ A little blush appeared on the blonds cheeks. Looking the other way so his friend wouldn‘t see he responded „Bucky, like I said this Girl has no clue that you exist and…“ before he could continue he was interrupted by his friend „Yet. She has no clue yet, Stevie. I tell you when this war is over I will find her and will tell her what I feel.“ Steve shook his head. „Okay Buck. That was for sure enough drinking for you we should take you to bed. As fast as possible.“ Bucky whined like a little child but Steve just let him effect that and put his friend to bed.

Time went by slowly. The war was still on and the tension grew thicker with each passing day.
Every Fight would drain the live out of the men. Losing more and more friends was hard for everyone.

The only thing that could cheer them up was that the enemies, too are drained and hadn‘t the strength they had before.

And with now winning another meaningfull fight all Soldiers planed on going to a bar to celebrate. The same Bar Steve and Bucky were just a few weeks ago. Said men both came along with their friends to celebrate that they are not dead yet.

Like the other day the bar was crowed with people dancing and drinking. The music echoed into the room giving a comfortable atmosphere. Steve and his friends sat on a table and ordered their drinks.

Bucky looked around the bar not really interested in the stories his friends had to tell. He stopped looking when caught side of a familiar (Y/H/C) color.

He shook his head, he blamed the lack of sleep and the many pictures that he had of (Y/F/N). But when he saw those shimmering (Y/E/C) eyes he was sure that this wasn‘t just his imagination. With a quick nod of his head he excused himself from his friends and got up to find the Girl he was looking for.

As quick as he saw her as quick he lost her again. He looked all around the little bar and was ready to give up when suddenly a womans voice made him look up. „Excuse me but I need to get through…“ and there she was. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). Her (Y/H/C) was in a classic bombshell style and she wore a dark blue dress that hugged her hips perfectly and it ran losly around her legs to her knees. Her red painted lips had this big smile he knew so well. She had two drinks in her hand and tried to get to a table. Buck stepped aside a little ashamed. „Ehm…sorry.“ She looked into his eyes and shook her head. „Don‘t worry.“ Than she got to her table and put the glasses down.

Bucky watched her as she sat down beside a Girl with short brown hair and a green dress. He asumed it was a friend. Suddenly she looked and met his gaze again. Bucky felt a chill ran down his spine when he saw her. He felt guilty for being so creepy. Too deep in thought he didn‘t realized that the girl got up and went to him again. „Is there a reason you‘re watching me?“ she asked amused. Caught off guard the dark haired man rubbed his neck nervously. „I…ehm…yes ..I mean no. God this is emberessing.“

The Girl laughed and Bucky thought his heard stopped by hearing her angelic laugh. „I don‘t bite. No reason to be nervous.“ that made Bucky smile a little. He reached his hand out. „I‘m Bucky.“ Without any hesitation she took his hand and shook it firmly. „(Y/F/N. But by the way you look at me I think you know who I am.“ Now feeling like a total stalker he looked down. „Yeah. Sorry I didn‘t want to look like a Creep.“ She waved it off with her fragile hand. A smile adorned her red lips. „I mean. It is quite hard to talk to someone who I have a lot of photos around my room…“ he than relaized how wrong it sounded. „Dang it…it didn‘t mean…“ but her laugh interrupted him.

She held her hand to her mouth to silence her laughter. „Believe me you‘re one of the few guys who aren‘t creepy.“ Bucky let out a reliefed sigh nd than smiled a little at her and he could make the slightest blush on her cheeks. She is so cute, the Soldier thought. „You wanna fetch a drink with me?“ he then offered to her and mentioned to the bar. With a little nod of hers they both sat down on the bar stools. They ordered drinks and started talking. „So you‘re in the Army?“ she started and he nodded. „Yeah. Always wanted to. But the last thing to sattle that down was photo of you.“ he confessed.

He made a complete fool of himself before so now he could continue it. She smiled a bit. „Let me guess. The one where I hold up the Flag.“ Bucky nodded and laughed togther with her. (Y/F/N) was just like Bucky imagined her to be. Lively, cute and so nice. They talked the whole night. About their Jobs, the war and thir Families. „Do you miss your Family?“ she than asked and Bucky nodded sipping on his drink. „Yeah. I do. But I will come back to them when the war is over.“ he looked her deep in the eyes and she looked away to emberessed to look him in those blue eyes. „What makes you sure to survive this?“ curiousity takes a toll on her.

A few moments past till Bucky answered. „Well. I had the same conversation with my best friend. And I will tell you the same as I did to him. I have to come back to the Girl I fell in love. My friend thinks I‘m crazy just because she doesn‘t know me. Yet.“ He looked into his now empty glas.
(Y/F/N) felt a pang in her chest as he mentioned that he fell in love already. Of course he would. He is a eye sight. She puts her hand over his and looked him straight in the eyes. „Like you said she doesn‘t know you yet. I believe she will love you back if she sees you.“ she said with a smile. Bucky laid his other hand on hers. „I think I just managed that.“ with that he leaned to her gave her a light kiss.

Confused (Y/F/N) wided her (Y/E/C) eyes. Her whole face was now red as a tomato. Bucky smiled a bit. „Since I saw this picture of you in the papers I knew I had to fight. To make it possible to meet you.“ she couldn‘t believe it. With any other Guy she would have punched him right in the face but with Bucky it was so different. No other words were needed as she pressed her red lips against his full ones.
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Hey Bartender pt. 1 (Alex Summers x Reader)

I started this a month ago and ended up being really long so i’m splitting it up into two parts just so I can get it out there and still not have it finished so yeah.

The bar was filled with drunk men and scantily clad girls. You sat behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who thought they were gonna get lucky tonight and the women they paid to do it.

The place was a dive and you couldn’t help but wish you were somewhere else every time you came in for work. It’s a living and you’d rather be doing this than dancing on a pole in the strip club nextdoor.

It’s not all bad you thought as you watched the handsome blonde boy at the end of the bar finish off his second glass of whiskey. He raised the glass, silently asking for another. You grabbed the large bottle of golden colored alcohol and brought it to the man, giving him a small smile as you poured.

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Light Me Up | Chapter 1 |

Originally posted by chwelove

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive smut

Word Count: 2842

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: ALRIGHT! It’s finally here! I have been working on this for weeks, maybe even a month lol. I think I got a little too many people excited for this. This is a little different from what I’ve previously written. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, I can promise you that. A huge thank you to @tookorean. Thank you for editing! You’re the best. Here’s a little present on my birthday to you all <3 Enjoy!

The colorful lights bounced around while the music swallowed the place whole, beating against her eardrums. This wasn’t anything new. She was more than used to this atmosphere.

Her uncle owned the club and about a year ago, he left her in charge as he took care of his other businesses. He trusted her enough, as she was of age and more responsible than any other twenty-one-year-old he’d met. She, respected him in return, treating him like her own father.

Besides, there wasn’t anything particular she planned to do with her life anytime soon. Any plans were washed away with her past relationship. She had lost her motivation and enthusiasm, burying both deeply within herself.

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Roller coaster [BTS Jimin Fic]

COUNT → 3169

GENRE → Fluff

PAIRING → You and Jimin

SUMMARY: You are really excited to finally ride the newest rollercoaster of your favorite theme park, but when your friends refuse to get in you have to join seven stranger guys, and sit next to a pink haired guy who looks extremly scared.

N/A: Basically this is inspired by a real life experience I had this summer, althoug I wish the guy was Jimin. If people like i could make a second part, but it’s a drabble for now. 

The summer was coming to an end and you hated every single second that went by. Just a couple more of weeks and you’ll be back in college, which could’ve been worse, you weren’t in high school anymore and that was a win in your book, but still, knowing that you were going back to classes, and deadlines and your-not-so-friendly classmates was torturing you. You time was getting over but you wanted to say goodbye at summer with one last experience, and what best than spend a whole day in your favorite theme park with your favorite friends?

To be honest, you had spent most of the vacations with your favorite girls, but each one of you went to different colleges and you felt the need to have as many experiences with them before stop seeing them for the next months. You already went to the beach, and skating, you spent a weekend camping and even a whole Friday in a spa, a real spa. Parties weren’t your thing, but you end up going to quite a few of them to join your friends, you hook up with a guy, you got drunk, you danced and overall had fun. Now it was time to a last activity, and you loved themes parks.

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Trouble With The Tickets

Trouble With The Tickets

By Hypnofur

“Fuck!” I shouted in the middle of the plane. In retrospect, I hope no little kids heard me. I couldn’t help it though, my frustration had just reached a boiling point. I didn’t want to be on this business trip in the first place. Then, the flight was awful with turbulence nearly all the way. I hate turbulence, I can barely handle flying as it is. Not to mention the creepy guy next to me was checking me out the whole time. Worst of all, I had to leave my husband alone on his birthday. But at least he could see his beloved Seattle Seahawks play live in our home stadium of Baltimore; or so I thought. The god damned Monday Night Football tickets had cost a pretty penny, however, in a moment of shear frustration and mental anguish, I realized that the tickets, for the game that night, were in my bag which was tucked nice and cozy in the overhead bin. In my haste to pack I had forgotten to put them on the table.

My mind raced through every possible way of getting the tickets to him. But it was only hours to the game and I was half way across the country. I called my husband. It would be his big “four-oh” birthday the next day. It was bad enough he had to spend it without me, but now I had even messed up the big present. All he had to show for my effort were a pair of two thousand dollar book marks, and he would not even get them until I came back, after his birthday. I guess I would not be making “wife of the year” anytime soon.

I called him from O’Hare. “I’m so sorry.” I told him. But he was cool about it, saying he did not want to mess me up before my meeting, and what was done was done. This is why I loved him. He was so calm and steady. My rock.

“Besides it’s freezing out.” Tim said, putting a good face on everything. I promised to make it up to him, but how? Wait until Seattle was back in Baltimore? It had been like 8 years or more since that happened. Get my money back from the local ticket scalpers? It wasn’t like they had a 90 day return policy.

I went to what ultimately (big surprise) proved to be a totally unnecessary business meeting that I could have handled, no correct that, the college intern who brings the coffee cart around the building could have handled through a phone call, or probably even a text. My mind was a swirl of frustration, self-loathing, and desperation as I entered the hotel. I was lost in my thoughts about how to make it right to my husband. What could I give him from half way across the country? My mind ran down a list of gift services, but they all seemed to, well, suck. It would have been different if it was any other birthday, or if I was at home or something. If I was at home I could do something special for him like his big sex fantasy. The hypno stuff. Actually, could I do something about his stupid hypno-bullshit from here?

My husband had had this fantasy for years. At first he could not talk about it, he would sort of hint at it around the edges, but then one day it came out, he wanted to see me get hypnotized. Now, I’m an educated, powerful career woman, there is no way I could ever believe that some jack ass saying words about sleep could get me to do things that I didn’t intend on doing. I’m a ‘tell it like it is’, smart ass kind of girl. Hypnosis is a crock of shit, and it was hard for me to pretend otherwise. When I first heard about his little fetish, I made that quite clear. He got the message and never brought it up again. However, about a year ago, I stumbled onto his porn collection. Every wife dreams of finding that treasure trove. It was a bunch of stories, pics, and videos of women being hypnotized. Even though he hadn’t said anything about it in the last five years or so, it was clear it was still lighting his fire. The hypno crap was just what got him going, for whatever reason.

This past summer, we went out with one of my colleagues from the West Coast office who was in Baltimore visiting our office. His wife had never been to the East Coast, so he brought her along. Tim and I took them out to dinner one night in Glenwood, where we live. She was a cute, bubbly little thing. Younger than Tim and I. Tim is always a perfect gentleman and husband though, he never checked her out like a creep or anything. Told me I looked beautiful like ten times that night, etc.

However, when we were walking into the restaurant, there was a poster still up for a stage hypnotist that had performed there the week before. I of course noticed Tim checking it out intently. His eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. What was crazy to me was how Tim could control himself from checking out the pretty young woman we were dining with no problem, but his eyes kept darting back to that poster every five seconds. He was trying to do it discreetly, in the same way most husbands try to discreetly check out other women.

We were getting drinks at the bar while we were waiting for our table and Tina, the younger wife, noticed the poster as well. She mentioned that she had been hypnotized before, and it “was crazy”. I saw the color drain from Tim’s face as he tried to act normal. I laughed to myself a little bit, and tried not to get too jealous.

Well, a few drinks at the bar were followed by a few drinks at dinner. By desert, I was definitely drunk. Just for my own amusement, I asked Tina about the time she was hypnotized, knowing full well how it would affect Tim. He turned completely pale again, it was kind of funny.

“I always thought of hypnosis as bullshit” I started off. Not as classy, or as sensitive to Tim as I would have liked, but like I said, I was four margarita’s deep at that point. I also sometimes don’t say the nicest things, even when I am not drunk. It’s something I’m working on… slowly.

She said “I can assure you it is real. It was on a cruise. My cousins dared me to go up. I don’t remember much, but I do remember thinking that anything the hypnotist said was the best idea I had ever heard. It was like: pretend I’m a life guard and yell at an audience member for peeing in the pool? Of course I should do that, you’re a genius!” she said with a cute little laugh. She was so perky.

She was going to go on about it more, but then her husband asked if that was the cruise that every got the Norwalk virus on. She then expanded into that story. It would have been weird if I brought the conversation back to the hypnotist, even drunk me knew that.

That night when we got home, I was still pretty drunk. I could tell Tim was trying to play it off like it was no big deal. As usual, he was helping take care of me. After we both got into some PJ’s, he got me a glass of water with some Alka-seltzer in it.  It’s my secret trick to avoid a hang over.

In my inebriated state, I was feeling a little mischievous. I noticed Tim’s lite weight pajama pants, and I wanted to have a little fun. As he handed me my drink, I said to him, “Pretty crazy that Tina had been hypnotized before, huh? You must have liked that story.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have liked being on a ship with a Norwalk virus break out” he deflected.

“Don’t change the subject” I pressed, “You can’t possibly expect me to believe you weren’t thinking about cute little Tina. With her toned arms and tight little ass up there on a stage, listening to the hypnotist, slumping over in her chair as she was deeply hypnotized” I said, laying it on thick. Yup, sure enough, I saw a tent pole starting to form in those pajama pants.

“You know I only think of you hon” he said weakly. Ha! He was crumbling. This was fun.

“I know babe, it’s ok. Shhhhh. I’m not mad. It was a sexy thought for me too. Didn’t she say that whatever the hypnotist said seemed like such a good idea? Do think he told her to do anything dirty?” I said as sexily as I could. Holy shit, the tent pole was now fully holding up the tent!

“Erica, I—-“ he stumbled.

I didn’t let him interrupt, “I bet he told her to meet him in his cabin some night during the cruise. Tim, it probably seemed like such a good idea to her. I bet he told her to bend over when she was in the cabin. That also probably seemed like such a good idea. I bet he felt up that tight little ass of hers.” I said. I had never talked like this before. It was kind of sexy, kind of fun. I knew I was playing with fire though, talking about some other chick with my husband.

Tim just looked at me, his cock hard as a rock, his face red. He was breathing so heavy and I thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. I didn’t care if I was about to get burned by this fire, it was hot.

”I bet he told her to pull down her panties and finger herself a little bit, to get nice and wet for him. I bet she thought it was such a good idea Tim. I have a good idea Tim, why don’t you take out your cock and start stroking it. I want to see how hard you are.” I said. I was like a woman possessed. To my surprise, he actually did it. This hypno shit had quite an effect on him.

“mmmm stroke that dick for me, baby.” I coaxed. “Do you think he told her to beg for his cock? Do you think she thought that was a good idea too? Think she begged for his cock in that perky little voice of hers? Think she squealed when he stuck it in her? With that cute little haircut and that tight little ass. You can imagine that tight little ass on her. I bet you loved the thought of that little ass hypnotized. I bet you loved the thought of seeing her up on stage, totally hypnotized, thinking she was a lifeguard, doing whatever the hypnotist told her. That cute little body of hers totally hypnotized. I bet you’d think she was so hot hypnotized up there, wouldn’t you?” I asked him. I wasn’t playing with fire anymore, I had taken a flamethrower of jealousy and insecurity to a gas station.

“Yes, she would be so hot hypnotized” he agreed in a breathless pant, as he blew his load, I swear I thought his cum was going to hit the ceiling. I had never seen him so horny.

Horny over another woman!

It was all too much for me at that point. Insecurity, jealousy, and inebriation all mixed into one vile, bi-polarish mix. I yelled at him for jerking off to another woman and stormed out of the room. He tried to talk to me, but I just yelled at him more. It wasn’t a good look on my part. He eventually got mad at me for tricking him into the whole situation. That wasn’t unfair. We basically didn’t talk to each other for three days after that. I eventually apologized in a sarcastic kind of way. Tim being Tim let it go. He knows me, and even though I didn’t write some tearful poem, he knew my sarcastic comment meant I was sorry.

However, that was the last time we talked about any of his hypno stuff. I figured it was better if we just left all that alone. I knew he liked it, but I couldn’t get myself to go down that road anymore. With that said, that was all before this Football ticket fiasco and the 40th birthday fuck up. Desperate times require desperate measures. I had to do something hypno related. It was the only thing with enough kick to make this a memorable great birthday for my rock, for my partner, for my loving husband who I loved more than anything in the world.

I plugged my phone into the charger and sat on the bed in the hotel room. I searched Chicago to see if there was a stage show or something that night. It was a Monday night, so I didn’t have high hopes, and sure enough there was nothing. I did find a theater where a hypnotist was set to perform over the weekend, but that was like five days away, and my flight was late Tuesday night. Shit! That was it? I was feeling pretty hopeless at that point. Maybe I could cobble something together? Maybe take a pic outside the theater, maybe get somebody to take one of me coming off a stage or something? If I could get them to be “snapshotty” enough, maybe I could make it look like I actually went up on stage? It would have to do. Without much of a plan, I got freshened up and headed to the theater.

I eventually found the place. It was in a blah part of the city back out by O’Hare almost. A boring, regular looking theater in a boring regular part of the city. It was called the Regent theater or something forgettable. The theater was closed, but I could see some lights on inside. As I peered through the window, I also saw what looked to be a poster for the hypnosis stage show in the lobby. That would be a nice start to my fake news photo story. I started banging on the door.

Eventually, a hefty sort of guy came to the door. He had a buzz cut and a star wars related t-shirt on. That told me everything I needed to know about him. Standing on the other side of the glass door, he looked me up and down. I could tell he was quite interested to know why a hot woman was trying to get into this closed theater. Yes, I’m hot. I’m a down right smoke show for 38, but frankly I’m pretty damn good for any age. I might not be cute little 29 year old hypnotized Tina with the perky voice, but I’m fucking hot. I know it. Shit, I could pass for 30, and you know what, I am hotter than perky Tina.

Anyway, not surprisingly, I was able to charm my new chunky friend into letting me in. His name was Stan. I told him how my husband was really into hypnosis and that I wanted to take a picture in front of the poster. Sometimes the best story is the truth. Stan laughed and let me in. He was a nice guy. In fact, he even offered to take the picture for me. So there I was, standing in the theater in front of the poster of a hypnotist named Chicago HypnoJoe. Such a stupid fucking name. I was trying to decide whether to do the selfie duck lips, some sort of sultry look, or like a hands out in front of me zombie thing.

As I was going through this challenging decision in my head, another guy came out of the theater office. He was wearing a Seattle Seahawks jersey, Tim’s team. I’ve always found it odd when grown men wear jerseys of sports players. I find it super dorky. He seemed friendly and harmless enough though. I didn’t love the idea of being in a strange place in a city that wasn’t mine, while no one knew where I was with two men I didn’t know. However, I had mace with me, and these too nerds didn’t strike me as the type to start any trouble. I could tell by the way they were nervously excited around me. It was like the popular girl just came and sat at their lunch table. (FYI, I was a popular girl in high school)

The smiling Seahawks jersey guy finally spoke. “Wow. A picture in front of the poster, I love it. Are you a fan of my show?”

“Are you Chicago Hypno Joe?” I asked. I guess it was obvious that he was, but whatever. God, that name sounded even dumber when said aloud.

“Well, yes, but when I am not on stage people just call me Joey.” He said with a smile as he extended his hand. He had a kind of weak hand shake. Maybe he didn’t shake my hand to hard because I’m a girl, who knows, always hard to tell… He didn’t seem too hypnotic either. Friendly and dorky, but not hypnotic and powerful. My guess was his show kind of sucked.

“Well, I’m not a fan, but my husband is. Well, not of you, but of… the genre” I said. Did that sound mean? I was so desperately trying not to be snarky. There was a good chance these guys could help me in some way.

“Ahh, so you are looking to take a picture in front of the poster. Tell him you went to the show, and got hypnotized. Maybe add in some details that he’d… find fun?” he said. My creepo-meter is very sensitive, and surprisingly, this guy did not say that in a creepy way, even though he was asking if I was taking a picture that was meant to give my hubby a boner.

“Yeah, actually. That’s it.” I admitted, but not sheepishly. I don’t embarrass easily.

“Ok, look, that’s ok. I’ve actually seen it before. It’s kind of a thing.”

“Holy shit. Really? I always thought my husband was the only weirdo who was into this nonsense!” I said, and immediately realized that was not a very sensitive sentence. Oops.

Joey was cool about it again. He gave a warm laugh. “I know, it is totally weird. Not that your guy is weird. You know what I mean. He’s not alone.”

“I will say, you and my husband Tim would get along great. He’s a huge Seahawks fan. In fact, I got him tickets to the game tonight. We live in Maryland.” I told him.

“Wow, he’s going to have a blast!” Joey said.

“Well, he would have, except I forgot to leave the tickets at the house. I accidently brought them with me.” I admitted.

“Ahh, so you are trying to make amends with the… fun… pics. There was no show tonight, so you’re going for the pic with the poster” he intuitively gathered, although again surprisingly not creepy, given the subject matter.

“Trying to make some lemonade, you know?” I said.

“Look. I’ll tell you what, are you still in Chicago in the morning? If you want, we could take some pics on the actual stage. We could even shoot a quick clip with the actual music from the show. I’ll even pull out a gold pocket watch, a favorite for fans or the genre. We can get some better pics. I’d say we could do it now, but… well I want to catch the Seahawks game.”

Meeting some strange guy to take sexy (albeit oddly sexy) pics of me to send to my husband sounds like a super bad idea when you say it in sentence form, but after sizing Joey and Stan up and deeming them quite dorky and harmless, I took him up on his offer. Besides, the Seahawks connection was the universe telling me this was all meant to be right? Most of all, I really fucked up this birthday thing, and some pics in front of a poster was unlikely to make it all ok. A quick video clip sent to his phone of me on a real hypno stage, with a pocket watch waving in front of my face? Now that just might work. Boy, he’d really hit the ceiling with his cum with that video. Plus, they’d be sent to him on his actual birthday, which was the next day.

I went back to the hotel, and I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. I actually even got a good night’s sleep. I purposefully didn’t call or text Tim. I wanted it to seem like I was “out” in the evening. When I woke up the next morning, I checked my e-mail and the score of the Seahawks game. They had beaten the Ravens in overtime on a last minute field goal. It would have been an amazing game to go. Shit! Ok, I knew I had to really make this hypno photo shoot thing work really well now.

I got up and went to the fitness center. I ran and worked out. That always made me feel good inside and out. After that, I took a long shower, and did my make up really well. I didn’t have a sexy dress with me or anything, I only had business attire. I guess that would make more sense for the story anyway though, right? Wouldn’t I have gone out with clients directly from the meeting? Dinner would turn into drinks, maybe we stumbled into a comedy club?

The uber dropped me off at the Regent Theater, and I knocked on the door. Stan came up and unlocked it. Now he was in a Green Arrow T-shirt. Seriously dude? Do you ever want to get to second base with a girl? Broadcasting that you both A. Love superheroes and B. watch the CWB… Well, not a good look Stanley my boy.

Stanley lead me into the main theater where the stage was set up. It was all a pretty typical set up from what I’ve seen of this stuff. There were about twelve chairs set up on the stage. A spiral design was painted on the back wall. God, Tim would be having heart palpitations to even see me walking on this stage right now.

Joey came out to greet us. He had on a big #12 Seahawks sweatshirt, with an embroidered super bowl trophy from the year they won on the back. He also had on a Seahawks hat. The only men over age 11 who should dress like that are coaches of the actual team. God, we were quite the odd trio. Stan and Joey in their superhero and superfan gear, while I’m in a Ann Taylor business suit and a crystal fox fur coat. It was like the Big Bang Theory come to life.

Joey chatted with me a little bit about the game. He said what an incredible ending it was, and how it will go down as one of his top ten favorite Seahawks wins of all time. Blah blah blah. I was still sore about the ticket mess up, so I didn’t want to dwell on what a magical moment it was for the fans. Luckily, he soon got down to business, asking Stan to go to the control booth and put on the “usual induction lighting and music”

Stan went up in the booth and switched everything on. The lighting was just right, and I took note that it wouldn’t be too harsh for the volunteers on stage. The music was one of those starry, new age kind of tunes that didn’t seem to have a start or end to the song.

He invited me to sit in one of the chairs in the middle of the stage. He offered to take my coat and my phone, so I handed both to him, unlocking the phone first so it could be used for photos or video. Stan came back from the control room and Joey handed him my phone. He was going to be our photographer for the morning.

“So, before we begin, I often ask my subjects if there are any habits or phobias they’d like me to help them with?” Joey said.

“Well, I’m not really going to be hypnotized” I pointed out.

“Sure.” Joey said, not arguing. “But just in case?” he added. I could tell he thought he was really hot shit. Like, ‘oh, I’ve seen people try to resist Chicago Hypno Joe before. No one can, even though my name is so stupid.

However, this was not the time for me to be a sarcastic pain in the ass. I had to answer and be polite. This time tomorrow, I’d be back with Tim after he received his kick ass birthday gift. We’d fuck like crazy and he’d really forget about the stupid Seahawks and the top 10 best win ever that he missed. This was for Tim.

I had to indulge Joey for the time being. “Well, I hate flying, even though I have to do it a lot for work. Like right now, I wish I would just wake up when we get to our destination.” I said. It was the truth, and it sounded like the kind of thing Joey wanted to hear.

“Perfect, that’s perfect” he said, confirming my theory. “Ok Erica, let’s begin.” He said to me. Was there a change in the tone of his voice?

“Now Erica, I want you to get comfortable. Relax back in your chair and look steadily at the beautiful golden watch, as you listen only to the sound of my voice.” He said.

Yup, there was definitely a change in the tone of his voice. This was definitely his ‘show’ voice. It made more sense actually, this kind of voice could get people under. His regular one… not so much.

He definitely had good timing and cadence though, I’ll give him that. He was also a pro with the watch. He knew how to spin it so smoothly, working perfectly with the stage lighting to make sure the watch reflected the spotlight and flashed in just the right way. He had picked good music too, it worked well with the whole vibe.

“Nothing else matters…except the watch…and my voice. With each and every breath you take Erica, you will become more and more relaxed. More and more at ease. More and more in tune with the power of my voice. Let every muscle of your body be completely at rest. You must keep your attention focused on the watch. Look steadily at the watch and do not blink. Watch the way the light flashes off it” he said. The music, his voice, the watch and the flashing was all starting to get to me. I couldn’t really let myself be hypnotized, right? I tried biting my lip to stop from getting too comfortable, but it was hard not to relax, to get caught in the sound of his voice.

“Everything is beginning to feel comfortable now. It’s wonderful to relax and let everything else go. You have no cares. No concerns. None of the stresses of the last few days are with you now. There is just the desire to relax and listen to the sound of my voice A complete sense relaxation is washing over your body like a warm, soothing ocean wave. You are now completely warm and comfortable in your this space. Everything is very pleasant, warm and comfortable. There is no place you would rather be than right here, listening to my voice, watching the watch, falling into deep hypnosis for me……NOW!“ he said with a snap of his fingers.

Everything went dark as I fell into deep hypnosis for him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of United Airlines, we’d like to thank you for flying with us, and welcome to Baltimore” the voice on the speaker said.

I looked around me. I was on a plane. People were standing up and starting to get their bags out of the overhead bins. The flight was over. I looked out the window. Yup, it was BWI. Holy shit. I was “out” the whole flight! Lord Joseph actually hypnotized me! Wow. I felt great. So relaxed. I was home, I hadn’t stressed over the plane. I was ready to see Tim. This was great. Hypnosis was great. I actually loved it. I loved being hypnotized by Lord Joseph. Hell, maybe I’d take Tim to Chicago and let him see his whole fantasy live!

Where we live in Glenwood is really only about thirty five minutes from BWI. Granted, my flight back from Chicago had two connections (not that I remembered making either of them) so it was a little after midnight by the time that I was pulling in the garage. Hence, it was the day after Tim’s 40th birthday. But still, I felt like I was in good shape. He should have the video of me faking getting hypnotized, which turned into really getting hypnotized. Wait, was that video sent? Frankly, I wasn’t sure. Oddly, all the missing time and blank portion of my day didn’t make me anxious at all. I just felt refreshed, relaxed and happy.

That happy feeling definitely took a hit when I walked in the door to our home though. As I came in through the garage, I saw a light on in the kitchen. As I was taking off my boots, I called to Tim, but he didn’t answer. That was very odd. I didn’t even take off my coat, I just walked into the kitchen. There he was at the table with is head in his hands, a bottle of scotch in front of him. Tim wasn’t a drinker.  The stylish, but not bright enough decorative pendant light that I had picked for over the table was the only light in the room, casting a lot of shadows. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the weight of his emotions.

“Uh oh, thinking about Superbowl 49 again?” I quipped. Why did I always have to make stupid little jokes? I was worried about him.

“Why the fuck did you send that to me?” He said. Tim never swore. I swore. Tim never did. This wasn’t good.

Also, what did I send? I really had no clue. I would have thought it was the video of me getting hypnotized, but this certainly wasn’t the reaction I was expecting from that.

“I need some air” Tim huffed as he stormed out, stumbling on his way out. Oh my god, he was drunk. He left his phone on the table. I sat down and held it in my hand. I was afraid of what I was about to see. My hand trembled a bit, but I took a deep breath and entered in his passcode. I went to his text messages. There were three of them from me. All movie clips.

I pressed play on the first one. It was what I expected. There was me on the stage in the center chair, Lord Joseph in the chair next to me. Clearly filmed from where Stan had been standing. All seemed to be what I would have expected. I watched as Lord Joseph started expertly spinning that watch. I could hear the hypnotic music through Tim’s iphone speakers, as I could Lord Joseph’s majestic voice. I saw myself watching the watch in the video. The beautiful flashing of the wonderful watch. I saw the video version of myself bite my lip, trying not to slip into Lord Joseph’s hypnotic spell. Why had I resisted? All I wanted to do was watch the watch and listen to the sound of his voice. Relaxing. Feeling so …. Comfortable and relaxed…. Whoa. No! Can’t slip under again. Tim’s angry. Real life problems! Need to stay alert. I pressed stop on that video so that I could stay focused.

Ok. Phew. What was the next one? I opened it. Stan seemed to be standing in the same place to film. I however, was no longer sitting on my chair, I was now on Lord Joseph’s lap. My arms were around his neck. Ok, I could see how Tim wasn’t thrilled with this, especially considering how incredibly sexy Lord Joseph is.

“Tell me you are deeply hypnotized” he asked me in the video.

“I’m deeply hypnotized.” Video me responded. I was looking deep into his hypnotic eyes as I sat there on his lap.

“Tell me you love to be hypnotized.” He said. Video me repeated that I loved to be hypnotized. What was Tim’s problem with that? He should be loving this? I loved being hypnotized. Isn’t that what he wanted all along.

“Tell me you love to be hypnotized by me” he said.

“I love to be hypnotized by you” Video me responded. Well, of course I do. Lord Joseph is the world’s most powerful hypnotist, and I love to be hypnotized. This wasn’t hard to follow.

“Tell me you’ll always obey me” he said.

“I’ll always obey you” Video me answered. Again, he’s the worlds most powerful hypnotist. Lots of people must obey him. “Tell me I am the sexiest man you’ve ever known. I make you feel so sexy and submissive to my masculine hypnotic power.” He said. Video me repeated it all. Video Lord Joseph and Video me then went in for a long, passionate, French kiss.

Ok, I could see how Tim wasn’t supportive of that part.

God it was hot though. I couldn’t help but notice my pussy get a little wet as I watched us making out on that stage. Wait! No! Tim! Angry! Real life problems!

I stopped this video as well.

I was now pretty nervous about what I was going to see on the third video. Nervous about what was on it, what Tim saw, and how it would make me feel. My heart dropped when I hit play. The camera was still being held by Stan, Lord Joseph and I were still on the stage. However, I was naked, and he didn’t quite have pants on. I was on my knees in front of him, massaging his cock and balls with the fur of my crystal fox coat, which I held in my hands. Even though he was probably smaller than Tim, his dick just seemed so much more magnificient. I’m not sure what it was. I’ve never really been into cocks, I’m glad Tim has one, but it is not like I’ve ever lusted over it. But Lord Joseph’s… wow.

The Video me looked so focused on massaging him and stroking him with the fur. I looked so happy so content. So sexual. I felt my pussy moistening even more as I watched myself on Tim’s phone. It was then that Lord Joseph told me to suck his cock.

As I sat there at my dimly lit kitchen table, I actually gasped as I heard that. I had never, ever sucked a guy’s cock before. There was never even a chance. A girl like me didn’t have to. I was always in control of the relationship. Even with Tim, that was off the table.

Video Lord Joseph must have noticed how Video me was hesitating. He started describing how much I wanted to please him, how sexy it would be to suck his cock, how I was always to obey him, and how good it felt to serve him. How sexy it all was.

As I heard him describe all this on the video, I felt myself wanting so desperately to do it again. It was no surprise when I saw Video me hold his cock in the fur of my coat in my hands. I watched as Video me went closer to it, eventually licking his cock’s under side from the base to the tip and struggled to slide my full lips around the head and let it slide over my wet tongue. I knew with out a doubt that if he walked into this kitchen right now, I’d fall to my knees and do it again. Even if Tim was standing right there.

Video Lord Joseph’s cock was completely filling Video me’s mouth rubbing the inside of both of my cheeks as I slowly slid my hungry mouth up and down looking like I could feel each and every vein across my lips. I seemed to be becoming lost in lust as I began sucking for all I was worth and slobbering on this his dick like a slut. He pulled my hair so my head tilted back and I was looking up at him his hard dick still in my mouth. I looked so submissive, so under his control. It was so sexy.

There at the kitchen table, I held the phone in one hand as the other started playing with my pussy. As I watched Lord Joseph grip his dick with one hand while holding my hair with the other. He pulled out and I could see that I was breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath but also from the fact I seemed more turned on in that video than at any other point in my life. He started rubbing his cock all over my lips, tongue, and face then slapping my stuck out tongue. He started rubbing it across my puckered lips it full length reaching across my face. Video me loved it, I was desperate for him.

I could feel the pleasure building between my legs as I fingered myself in our kitchen. I watched Video me open my mouth and take as much of him in as possible. He held my head and began fucking his cock in and out of my mouth until I saw it release a huge thick load of cum into my mouth then again and again until it was too much for me to swallow and it squeezed out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin and dripped onto my breasts. He was growling and he continued to fill my mouth. He pulled out a bit, but was still cumming. He finished shooting his load on my face. Video me loved it, I looked so happy to receive his spunk on my face. I started licking up all I could. When I had gotten most of it from my face and breasts, I started cleaning his cock with my mouth. It was so loving, so.. worshipful. I looked like such a slave to Lord Joseph, and that turned me on so much! So fucking sexy!

“Aaaaaaghhh” I grunted as I brought myself to orgasm. I actually masturbated at my kitchen table, in the middle of the night, all alone.

At least I thought I was all alone. After catching my breath, I became aware of Tim’s presence behind me. He must have re-entered the kitchen as I was watching the video.

“How could you?” he asked unsteadily. I could see the pain and hurt in his red, glossy eyes.

“Sweetie, I am so sorry!” I said, tears filling up in mine.

“You’ve never sucked my dick” he said. Not how Tim usually spoke, I could tell his was pretty drunk.

“I know sweetie, I’m so sorry. I went to the hypnotist for your birthday, to give you a sexy surprise after the trouble with the tickets. I didn’t realize at the time that he was the most powerful hypnotist in the world. I went under for him. So, so deep under for him. It’s just, well, it felt so good to be hypnotized, and I really, really wanted to please him, to obey him. It was just all I could think about, I’m so sorry!” I confessed in a whirl.

He didn’t say anything. Oh god, was he going to say something? I couldn’t take the hurt in his eyes, so I looked away. Looked down actually. Looked down and saw a giant bulge in his pants. Oh my god, he was turned on?

Time to test the theory. “I’m so sorry babe, but sitting there on that stage, watching that watch. I went so deep for him, and I loved it. The sound of his voice was so hypnotic. I would have robbed a bank if he told me to.” I said, my voice changing from sad to sexy.

I saw Tim swallow hard. He wasn’t moving, just standing there, staring at me. I wondered if he was trying to fight how turned on he was. If so, he was losing. I saw a bead of sweat running from his brow, despite the fact that it was like 62 degrees in the kitchen. I still had my crystal fox on for god’s sake.

It was such a touch and go moment for our sex life, for our relationship, and for our marriage. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. Tim was about six feet away from me. Looking him straight in the eye, I slipped onto my knees. A crooked finger beckoned him to come closer. Would he do it?

Three slow, but unsteady, steps answered my question. Now on the floor, I was face height with his crotch. Sensing no resistance, I freed the familiar organ and it sprung free. My face was now about a foot away from it, which was actually the closest proximity I had ever been to another man’s dick. Now with the glaring exception of Lord Joseph’s of course.

I could tell Tim was wondering if I was going to suck his cock too. Frankly, I had no intention. The situation with Lord Joseph was… different. I was hypnotized, I always obey Lord Joseph, he’s…. well its different. However, Tim was my husband, and I loved him so much. I wanted to atone for the ticket debacle, and the quasi-adultery. I decided to try a little trick. I just started lightly tickling the underside of his shaft with the tip of my finger nail, ever so lightly. I could tell from a stifled groan that he enjoyed it.

“Did you ever think you’d see me hypnotized Tim?”

“n-no” he stammered.

“I didn’t either. I thought I was too strong willed. But I went so deep Tim. Deeply, deeply hyp-“ I didn’t need to finish the sentence. Tim started cumming right there and then. I dodged the spurts,I didn’t want any of his cum to hit me. His load landed on the kitchen table.

We stayed in those positions silent for a moment as the reality of what had happened washed over us. We didn’t say another word as Tim stumbled over to the kitchen chair I had just been in. He didn’t even pull up his pants, he just closed his eyes and passed out.

“Happy Birthday Babe” I whispered, as I started to come to terms with what just happened.

Noblesse vs Texts From Last Night

(mostly Muzaka vs texts from last night)

can werewolves and modified humans get drunk/high? probably not, but that won’t stop me

some of the content under the cut is not intended for minors because Muzaka is an awful drunk with no limits that’ll get himself killed by Frankenstein

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Two Manics in Love (Jerome Valeska Imagine)

Summary: Imagine that you are sent to Arkham Asylum after killing your father since he was an alcoholic drunk, abusing for for no heck of a reason and him using you as his use of entertainment. It was then you meet him, the one and only Jerome Valeska himself. But will things go smooth or a total chaos with 2 Manics In Love… 

Pairing: Jerome Valseka and Reader

Warning: Swearing, mentions of murder, blood, rape, alcohol, torture and stuff like that. If don’t like then don’t read. Read at your own risk. 

Fandom: Gotham

Season: Season 2

Useful tips: F/L = favourite length (for your dress), F/S = favourite shoes, F/C = favourite colour, H/L = hair length, H/C = hair colour, F/B/M= favourite book or mag, E/C= eye colour, Y/N= your name, Y/LN= your last name 

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Originally posted by quiet-isviolent-87

You are the newest rookie in Arkham Asylum. You’re the only girl since you haven’t found any yet or met any. You wear an F/L dress that was black and white stripes on it, F/S that were F/C that was reflecting off the dimmed lights in the cold old room. Your H/L H/C hair was down as you walked your hair would bounce up and then down. 

You had an expression on your S/C face that you were defiantly not in the mood for anyone’s shit today.


You sat in a wooden chair away from everyone in the cafeteria. You decided to read your favourite book/magazine F/B/M. Once you were starting to read the juicy bit you swore that you could feel someones eyes burning straight at you. 

You were starting to get irritated by the feeling and you looked up from F/B/M to see whoever the bloody hell eyes it staring at you. Your E/C eyes scattered across the room full of insane people that was all different shapes, colours and sizes.

Until… your eyes caught the person. He has red flaming hair that was combed back neatly only leaving a few hair strains in his face. His flaming blue eyes were staring right into your own. It felt like he was looking right through you with the gaze you’re getting from him. He had this little smirk on his pale face that drove you crazy, yet you already were. He wore a white shirt underneath his black and white button up shirt with the same colour/color pants. 

He looked… attractive and he look around about your age. 

You give him a death stare back and went back to your book/magazine. But what you didn’t know was, he got up and started to skip his way to your direction. He slid on the metal smooth bench and crossed one of his legs as a wide grin appeared on his lips. 

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?” He asked you curiously, as you looked up at him. You’ve seen him on the Gotham news but never learnt his name. 

You have decided to save the page you were currently reading and placed your F/B/M book/magazine on the table next to you so you don’t get distracted again and you looked into his eyes and smirked. 

“Not from mummy issues, like you… I know that.” You smirked as his eyes widen. But then a small laugh came from him. He grins at you while you rolled your eyes.

”No… not because from mummy issues… but maybe daddy issues… huh gorgeous?” He whispered the last part in your ear as his voice gave you shivers down your spine and butterflies in your stomach because of how close he was to you. He smirked as you were shocked and surprised. How did he know? “No comeback huh doll. Well I may as well introduce myself… hello gorgeous, I’m Jerome Valeska… and obviously you know my story but sadly… I can’t remember yours… mind reminding me doll?” He asked you as you gave him a curious look. 

”Fine… my name is Y/N Y/LN and you wanna know why I’m here? Well I guess it started when my mother left me behind with my alcoholic somewhat of a father. I was around five and daddy would abuse me with a beer bottle, he would normally bring home some sex partners home and I hid in the closet crying to myself asleep every night. And when there really drunk, daddy and some of his sex partners would abuse me by anything that they could find. But a few weeks ago he decided to toy with me. Ha! Big mistake daddy. I snapped, I found a kitchen knife and when daddy was asleep I tied his ass to a chair. He tried to escape but couldn’t. I slowly ripped his flesh opened as he screamed and begged for mercy. But I was having so much fun. My fun ended quickly in about a week as Jim found out that I murdered daddy and I was sent here.” You grinned as he laughed madly.

“Well gorgeous… you and me have something in common. And I love your style… Maybe when we get out of here we should team up and do some killing and torture huh, gorgeous?” He asked as a wide smile appeared on his face. You smiled too thinking about his offer. 

“Sure Valseka… just two manics go on a killing spree.” You smiled as you thought about when you two get out and kill for fun. It would be a blast. A wide smile appeared on your face as you looked over towards Jerome. He had a wide smile as laughter came out. 

You saw him coming closer towards you as you didn’t care. You felt his lips brushed against your own. You instantly kissed him back as you couldn’t care in the world. The kiss ended as you felt his forehead against your own. 

“Not just two manics… but just two manics in love.” He whispers against your ear as you felt butterflies in your stomach. And hopefully one day you will get to go on an killing spree with Jerome. 

 (A:N hey guys so this is an Imagine for any Jerome Valseka’s lovers out there. I’m sorry if he wasn’t in character, sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar, sorry if this sucked since this is my first imagine).


More Jerome:

Dreams Turn Into Reality (Part 1)

Reunited (Part 1)

Not Alone On Your Birthday 

Safe and Sound 


09/09/2017; It’s time for the Speeches

After Luka made all of us laugh, Daddy Steen gave us advice about letting daughters go and the Bennett’s shared some wise words about marriage….it’s my turn now and I’m seriously just trying not to cry again because I’m not sure how many tears my mascara can handle anymore….

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