this took me like 48 hours to make

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since we reached 2k followers i wanted to show my appreciation by doing my first art raffle :O!!! thank u sM GUYS <33!!

RULES:

  • must be following! but pls dont unfollow right after the raffle bc that’d b very rude >:0
  • enter by reblogging n liking!! 1 reblog/ 1 like = then ur in :0!!
  • have your askbox open!! thats how i’ll msg u :0! if the winner doesnt reply within 48 hours i’ll be choosing another winner :0
  • i will be choosing 3 winners!

WONT DRAW:

  • nsfw
  • mecha
  • animals
  • anything that makes me uncomfortable

deadline is on JUNE 2 2017, GMT+8 !! so good luck n thank u guys!

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aaaAA we reached 1.7k guys, thank you so much for sticking with me :0 to show my thanks, here’s an art raffle! <3


RULES:

  • must be following me! but pls don’t unfollow right after that would b rlly rude? >:0
  • reblog to enter! 1 reblog = 1 entry! likes don’t count :’)
  • have your askbox open! i’ll inbox the winners, if you don’t reply within 48 hours i’ll have to choose another :0
  • i’ll be choosing 3 winners!

CAN’T DRAW:

  • nsfw
  • animals
  • mecha

deadline is APRIL 25th 2017 UTC+07:00 !! good luck & thank you <3

Self Conclusion Chapter Six

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five


Betty ground herself against Jughead’s thigh once more and pulled Jughead’s bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands at the waistline of Jughead’s pants. “Do you want to?”

Jughead’s chest was heaving, the heat radiating through his body. Did he want to? Of course he wanted to. He’d wanted to with Betty since he was 14 years old and he saw her coming out of gym class. Of course, he didn’t realize what wanting to actually was, but the thought had been in the back of his mind since.

He pulled back, his hands on her hips, resting tentatively. “I-I, of course I want to.” 

Betty ducked her head down, attaching her lips to his once more.

Jughead leaned back further, breaking the kiss. “…but, maybe we shouldn’t.”

Betty looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing. She slowly took herself off his lap, sitting down on the bed beside him. 

“Betty, I know where your mind is going, believe me. Please don’t let it go there. It’s not like that, I promise.It’s just, a couple hours ago we didn’t know the other had felt like that, and hours before that we weren’t even friends. I just don’t want to rush anything - what’s happening between you and I, it’s amazing, and I don’t want to do anything either of us will regret. Okay? Is that okay?”

Betty was silent for a moment. She felt Jughead grab her hand, his thumb smoothing back and forth against her skin.

“Yeah, that’s okay. Of course that’s okay.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently. “Thank you for being so sweet.”

“I’ve just wanted this for so long,” He whispered. “I don’t want to fuck it up.” He searched her eyes, needing her to understand - this meant everything to him.

He pressed his lips against her forehead - she closed her eyes, leaning into him.

After some soft, gentle kisses, they laid together in Betty’s bed, fingers intertwined.

“What’s your favorite show?” Betty murmured, her head on Jughead’s chest.

“I’m more of a movie guy.”

“Well you must watch something…”

“Faulty Towers is good.”

“I’ve never seen it. What about Friends?”

“I’ve never seen it.”

Betty shot straight up in bed,turning to look at Jughead. “Excuse me?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “What?”

“You’ve never seen Friends?! Everyone has seen Friends. Everyone.”

“Not me,” Jughead smirked.

“Well get fuckin’ comfy because we’re about to watch all ten seasons.” She smirked and grabbed her remote, flicking the screen awake. She selected Netflix, then Friends. They settled in, spending their evening with a 90′s sitcom.

-

After several hours, including breaks for food, kisses and stretching, they made their way through the first two seasons. Jughead had to admit, he was intrigued. 

Sometime after Rachel Green walked down the isle with her bridesmaids dress tucked into her underwear, Betty fell asleep. Her blonde hair was splayed out around her, The light hit her blonde waves in such a way it made her look like an angel. 

Jughead smiled, scooting off the bed slowly as to not disturb her. He padded around the bed to grab her cellphone - there was something he had to do.

He dialed the number he memorized years ago, tapping his foot as the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Mom. Hi.”

A sigh. “Forsythe?”

“Yeah, hi.”

“Hi, Forsythe. Look, it’s late, and I’m kind of busy, so -”

“This will only take a second. And, it’s important.”

She sighed again.

“I’ve been having a really hard time lately, Mom. Really, really hard time. I’ve been thinking… I was thinking a lot about ending i-it all, but I -”

“God, here we go. Typical Jones men,” She cut him off. “Always threatening suicide and never following through - you’re the boy who cried wolf, you know that? Just like your father. He threatened me with that, too, just to make me come back to him. What are you trying to do to me, Forsythe? I’ve already got enough to worry about with your sister and these bills that keep piling up! You want to add to that?”

“Mom, I - “ His voice broke.

“You think you have it bad now? You’re a teenager. It’s only going to get tougher from here on out, so man up. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be fine. Say hi to Jellybean for me. Tell her I love her.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“’Bye, Mom.”

Tears slid down Jughead’s cheeks as he ended the call and placed the cellphone back on the bedside table. He padded quietly to Betty’s desk, took a piece of paper out of a notebook, and scribbled two words on it. He placed it underneath her cellphone and left the room.

Betty awakened when she heard the front door close. She blinked, expecting the see Jughead - she was alone. She looked around, trying to shake the sleepy stupor she was in.

She glanced at her bedside table, seeing the paper under her cellphone when she realized what had woken her - the front door.

She scrambled to grab the piece of paper.  I’m Sorry it read it sloppy writing.

She felt her eyes prick, tears warping her vision. Her feet were on the floor, rushing out of her bedroom before she realized what she was doing. She pushed two shoes on her feet - did they even match? were they even hers? - and rushed out the front door.

Where would he go? Betty raced down the dark streets, her feet slapping the pavement underneath her. She wanted to call out for him, scream his name, but she knew that wouldn’t help. She needed to find him.

She reached the trailer park she heard Jughead’s dad lived it, running toward a closed door before stopping herself - she didn’t know which one was F.P.’s. She looked around and spotted a dark trailer with broken police tape around the door. 

Betty trudged up the steps and tried the door - it was locked. 

“Jughead?” She cried, pounding on the door. “Hello?” She cupped her eyes against the door, trying to see inside. “Fuck,” She murmured to herself, biting her lip.

She turned, jogging out of the trailer park. The cliffs, she thought. She picked up speed, hoping she hadn’t thought of it too late.

-

She was out of breath, her chest heaving by the time she was half-way up the cliffs. Rain had started to drizzle down, making her climb that much more exhausting. 

Finally, she reached the top. A dark figure was sitting in the exact spot she had for months.

“Please don’t,” She whispered. Had he heard her? She didn’t want to say anything too loud, terrified of what he might do.

“Betty,” He murmured, shifting to stand. “Betty, I’m so sorry.” He started to cry as he came toward her.

“Jughead?” Was all she could mutter, not understanding.

“I’m so sorry.” He said again, enveloping her in his arms. “I shouldn’t have come here - I, I was going to, but -” He cried harder, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

They cried together for a few moments, the rain pounding down on them.

“I called my Mom,” He grit out. “And she - she told me I was just looking for attention and that I need to grow up.”

“No,” Betty cried. “Don’t listen to her, Jughead.”

“That’s the thing,” Jughead took her hand, squeezing it tightly. “The first thing my mind went to was this - fuck it, what do I have to lose? But on the walk over here, I thought of you. How beautiful you look when you’re asleep. The way your nose crinkles when you laugh. That you dance around in your underwear listening to Frank Sinatra when you make pancakes.” He smiled weakly. “And even if all we have are these 48 hours together, it’ll have made an impact on me. You’ve made an impact on me, Betty.”

Betty squeezed his hand. “We’ll have more than 48 hours, Jughead.”

“But even if, Betty, even if something changes now, you’ve done something inside my heart - you woke it up.” He took a deep breath. “And I can’t leave Jellybean, y’know? I can’t fuck her up like they fucked me up. She’s only 12, what would that do to her? And you know I have a novel to publish. Make my mark on the world.”

Tears welled in Betty’s eyes. 

“We’ll get through this together. I’m so sorry I left you that note.”

Betty just shook her head. “We’ll get through this together.”

-

They walked up the stairs to Betty’s bedroom wordlessly, closing the door behind them.  Betty shrugged off her top as Jughead wrapped his arms around her, kissing her exposed skin. He peppered kisses against her shoulders and down her arms, reaching her palms. He trailed feather-light kisses over her scars.

Betty caught his cheek, reaching to place gentle kisses on his lips.

She smiled into the kiss, then pulled apart from him. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

Betty reached for Jughead’s flannel, shrugging it over her shoulders.

“When do your parents get home, again?”

“A lifetime from now,” She smiled.

Last night I had a horrible reaction to Flagyl, an antibiotic my GI doctor prescribed me for SIBO. I had started it on Thursday and was feeling pretty lousy on it ever since, but it was something I figured I could just deal with until last night. 

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt that horrible. I had the worst headache of my life and I felt nauseous, fatigued and foggy. I actually wound up vomiting twice, and I never vomit. I was freaking out. I called the on-call doctor and she told me that those symptoms were in line with what can be expected from Flagyl, but advised me to come off of it right away anyway. I had Ryan check the internet (because I knew checking it myself would stress me out even more) and he confirmed that there were many people who had taken Flagyl and said they felt like they had been “poisoned.” That’s the perfect way to describe how I felt. 

This now makes two antibiotics I can’t take, amoxicillin being the other one. I took amoxicillin once and was up all night with the worst stomach cramping I’ve ever had. My body is the worst. 

I’ve been trying to take it easy today, drinking lots of water. Flagyl has a half-life of 8 hours, which is pretty short, but everything I’ve seen says it can take up to 48 hours to completely exit the system. I just want it out of me. 

What’s Hypno’d In Vegas – Stays In Vegas. By Hypnofur

I walked into the kitchen, and as always I was delighted to see my wife’s beautiful smiling face. I was less delighted, to see that she was preparing some food. It was day three of my vegetarian New Years Resolution. I was not loving it. I don’t even know what she was making, I just knew it didn’t have meat in it, and it probably tasted like play-dough.

“Hey Babe!’ she said to me, really cheery. I knew she was being this cheery because she wanted the vegetarian thing to be a positive experience. I knew she wanted the vegetarian thing to be a positive experience because she wanted me to lose weight. I’m a big guy, not fat, but I used to be ripped. I was a linebacker at UNC. Over the years, the steaks and sausages have caught up with me a little bit. Really not a lot. I’m still in way better shape than most 37 year old guys. Kelsea, my wife, was a fitness nut though. Her 37 year old body was comparable to a 25 year old. She sort of had to be that way, as she was on TV. She did the morning weather here on the Raleigh NBC affiliate.

“Hey babe. What are you making?” I asked, getting to the point.

“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” she answered.

Oh shit. “The bad news” I answered.

“Ok, this are soy-corn patties, and even I have found them a little… well, they are an acquired taste.” She told me.

Visions of sneaking out to Wendys when she fell asleep dashed through my head. “Ok, those sound great”, I answered sarcastically, “What’s the good news?”

“You’ll get the weekend off from your resolution” she said with a beaming smile. I liked the sound of that.

“Awesome, why?” I asked. I didn’t think resolutions took weekends off. Not that I was complaining.

“Because we are going to Vegas!!!!!” she said with a bounce and a jump.

“Vegas? What?” I asked, happy, but confused.

“Well, a guy that knew me back in college got in touch with the station and offered me a free weekend getaway if I reviewed his show!” she said. “Dan, this is like an assignment!!!’ she squealed. Kelsea had always wanted to move from the pigeon hole of weather reporting to do some other types of reporting. She really wanted to be on the Today show, or Good Morning America or something, but at 37, her window was closing, even with her looks.

I knew how much this meant to her, even though I really didn’t want to go to Vegas. I had been there once, it just wasn’t my kind of place. I was a good husband though, and I loved her more than anything, so I acted thrilled. After a long hug and telling her how proud I was of her, I admitted I had a few questions.

“So, first, not that I’m complaining, but how does going to Vegas get me out of my resolution?” I asked.

“You’ve heard… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. City of sin, etc. I’m not going to try to keep you from steaks while we are there. You can get back on it when we get home!” she said with a smile as she gave me a kiss. Unfortunately, she went back to preparing the soy-corn grossness that we were apparently still going to eat for dinner.

“Ok, I liked the answer to question #1, let’s see if I like question #2. This guy you knew at UNC, was he like a boyfriend or something?” I asked. We both graduated the same year, but we didn’t know each other back in school. We met after college.

“No, god no” she said, intimating that he was less than attractive.

It suddenly occurred to me, ‘show’ – ‘Vegas”. Maybe he was gay? “Is this like a drag queen kind of show?” I asked.

“No, he’s a stage hypnotist. I guess he’s been doing it for a while. He finally booked his own theater. I guess that is a big deal out there. If you can get one of the casinos to give you your own theater and make you an every night act, that’s like the big time.” She explained.

“Well, sounds like you are on the way to the big time as well, Mrs. Martin!” I said to her, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up in the air.

She squealed. “Mr. Martin, if you pull me away from the soy-corn patties, we might miss dinner!” she said with a laugh.

We made love in the kitchen.  

This, by the way, was a Wednesday. That meant it was less than 48 hours until we took off. Even less, considering that the show we were scheduled to see was the Friday night one. That meant we had to be on a flight Friday morning. I run my own excavation company, so I was able to move some things around, but the rest of the time between that romp in the kitchen and the point we boarded the plane was hectic to say the least.

We didn’t even have a chance to chat too much about the whole thing until we were in flight.

“First class. Well, this didn’t come from Channel 4.” I said as we toasted our champagne glasses.

“Ha! No. This was part of Milton’s package I guess.” Kelsea said.

“His name is Milton?”

“yes, Milton Snigleton.” She said. “Don’t laugh” she added.

“What? Milton Snigleton is a good name.” I said with a smile. “Maybe that’s why he became a hypnotist, so he could hypnotize people into thinking his name was Joe or Tom”

“Oh, that’s a good question. What made him decide to be a hypnotist?” Kelsea said as she typed that question into the notes app of her iphone. “By the way, he did change his name. He goes by Braxton Blaze as a stage name.”

“Jeez, that’s almost worse. So you are going to interview him as well?”

“Yeah, I’m doing a whole little piece on the show. The station will use it as a filler segment sometime during the year.”

“Cool, so are you going to go up and try to get hypnotized?” I asked.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that” she said, in her ‘you probably won’t like this’ tone.

“I kind of need you to go up” she said sheepishly, batting her big brown eyes at me.

“What? Why?”

“Well, two reasons, but one main reason. I sort of am easily hypnotized. So, if I go onstage and get hypnotized, I won’t be able to take notes on the show. ” She said.

“You are easily hypnotized? How do you even know that?”

“Well, it’s happened, twice actually. When I was a freshman I got hypnotized on stage at orientation. It took me a long time to live that one down. Secondly, when we covered hypnosis in psych 101, the teacher tried to hypnotize us. I went under then too. I guess I’m just a really good subject.”

“So, you are telling me that I could have hypnotized you years ago to get you to do funky stuff in the bedroom?” I asked playfully.

“I don’t think you are a trained hypnotist buddy. The professor of the Psych class supposedly was. Oh, by the way, that is where I know Milton from. He was the teaching assistant in Psych 101.”

“So, you haven’t seen this guy since you were a freshman in college?” I asked.

“Well, senior. I took psych 101 late. I had taken another Psych at the community college I went to before UNC, but somehow they lost the records or something, so I had to take it again. But, no, I haven’t seen him since college. We weren’t like friends really.”

“What does this dude look like?” I asked. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dashing vegetarian with six pack abs or something. Kelsea had an image on her phone, from the pre interview research she had been doing. The guy was not attractive. He had a big nose, fake hair, and he seemed to be very short. I made a joke about his appearance. Kelsea fake hit me.

“Be nice. He is flying you out here first class and put you up in a really nice suite in a hotel”.

I smiled at her and realized she was right. We were getting a free little get away vacation here. I decided to enjoy it. Besides, I was off the hook for my New Year’s Resolution for the weekend as well.

EIGHT HOURS LATER

“I can’t believe this room” I said as I toured the penthouse suite we had been comped. It had a living room area, separate bedroom, the works. “This place is amazing. Maybe I should let you off the hook for making me do that. I still feel like an idiot though Kels” I yelled to Kelsea who was getting into her swimsuit in the bathroom.

“I told you, I’m super susceptible too. I almost went under myself. My eyes were closed and everything. If the lady next to me hadn’t grabbed me, I would have been in the same boat as you. I was actually walking towards the stage in a trance” She said from behind the door.

“Well, falling into a trance for a few seconds and being made the laughing stock of a room of two hundred or so people are two very different things.” I reminded her. Yes, I had agreed to go on stage, but I never thought in a million years that it would work. I was embarrassed, and I hoped that Kelsea didn’t think less of me.

“I have to hand it to him, he is good. His voice is just so… well, I’m sure that’s why he does what he does now” Kelsea said as she came out of the bathroom. She looked amazing in her bikini. She laughed as she saw my cock start to grow beneath my bathing suit a bit.

“Shall we try out the hot tub?” I invited. The suite had a beautiful hot tub that was off in its own little section. There was a gorgeous stone surround, and a cool inset chandelier above it. Sconces with candles hung on the stone walls, all of which I had lit while Kelsea was getting into her swimsuit. I figured the candlelight would help set the mood. I was quite excited to enjoy some private time in the hot tub with her.

Which is why I was so annoyed when I heard a knock at the door. “Shit!” I exclaimed.

“Just get it. I’m sure it is just a hotel person who has the wrong room. Might want to put something over your tent though!” she laughed.

I threw on my shirt and opened the door. It was Milton Snigleton. What the hell was he doing here.

“Oh, uh Hi Milton.” I said.

“Hello Dan” he said, offering out his hand. I reached out to shake it, not wanting him here, but not wanting to be rude either. As soon as he grabbed my hand, everything went blank.

Next thing I knew, he was standing inside the room with me and the door was closed. He looked different than he had during the show or in his pictures. He seemed imposing, intimidating. I mean, yes, I had almost a full foot and 40-50 lbs on him, but there was just something about him that was kind of intimidating. I was a little scared of him.

“Everything ok over there?” I heard Kelsea yell from the hot tub area.

“Yes, Braxton Blaze is here for his interview with you” I shouted back to her. What? Why did I say that.

“Let’s go see her” Mr. Blaze suggested. Suddenly I was leading him back to my bikini clad wife.

“Honey, Mr. Blaze is here for the interview.” I said politely.

Kelsea was shocked, she started looking for a robe to cover up.

“Please, Kelsea, this is Las Vegas. Your suit is beautiful, and is what would be considered modest and conservative here in Sin City. I assure, there is no need to cover up” Mr. Blaze said.

Unable to find a robe anyway, Kelsea seemed to resign herself to hanging out in a bathing suit with an almost stranger. “I’m sorry Milton I didn’t know we were meeting for the interview tonight. At this late hour” she said, hoping he’d get the point.

“I’m terribly sorry Kelsea, my assistant was supposed to notify you. She’s not very effective unfortunately, I’ve been thinking of replacing her. I’m afraid this evening was the only time that I am available during your stay for the interview. I’m off to a private event all day tomorrow and Sunday.” he explained.

“We were about to hop in the hot tub. Would you like to join us? You two could talk in there” I suggested. What the fuck? Did I really say that? Holy shit, I sounded like I meant it. Did I? What the fuck was going on.

Kelsea looked at me with the same surprise in her eyes that I had in my mind.  Mr. Blaze wasted no time in accepting my invitation though. He said that the hotel usually keeps extra swimsuits in the hotel closet. Sure enough, he found one in there that was his size. He went into the bathroom to change.

Kelsea immediately came over to me and whispered “Dan, what the hell, this is so weird!!”

I wanted to say “I agree, I’ll throw the weirdo out!” But instead, I heard myself say “It’s not that weird babe, this was the only time he was available. Besides, this is Vegas, the cultural is a little different here.”

With me being ok with it, Kelsea seemed to relax a little bit. Holy shit, why was I helping this happen?

Milton came out of the bathroom. When he did, I actually said, “Shall we?” and led us all into the tub.

Kelsea was still pretty uptight when we were in hot tub. I couldn’t blame her, I was too… on the inside at least. Making the best of it, she started in with the interview. “So Milton, what first got you interested in hypnosis?”

As soon as she said the word ‘hypnosis’ I got a flash of what she must look like hypnotized. Eyes closed, totally relaxed look on her face. I bet she looked beautiful like that.

Mr. Blaze smiled as he started to answer her question. “Actually Kelsea, it was while we were in the Psych class where we first met. I found the power that Professor Collins had over all of your minds to be fascinating.”

Kelsea seemed almost a little embarrassed by that. I found myself wishing I had taken that class with her back at UNC. I’d love to see Kelsea hypnotized in her class. That must have been hot.

“Have you been hypnotized since then?” Mr. Blaze asked.

“No, I can’t say that I have. Well, I guess I was a little bit tonight during your group induction. The lady next to me woke me up though” Kelsea said with a laugh. It was her nervous laugh.

“Yes, I saw that. I almost had her thrown out of the theater!” Mr. Blaze said with his own laugh. I found myself laughing at that too. I was laughing loudly, supportively.

“Well, you should really consider it Kelsea. You are an amazing hypnotic subject, and it could really help you in your life. Are there any bad habits you would like to kick?”

“Not really” Kelsea said quickly.

“Biting her nails!” I blurted out. “She’s always wanted to stop biting her nails, because the station people get mad at her. They want her to have pretty nails for when she points at the map.” I said. Now I was torn, I still couldn’t believe I was facilitating this whole situation, but another part of me really wanted to see her hypnotized. I had always wanted to see that so badly, and the conversation was starting to point in that direction. I had to seize this opportunity to fulfill my lifelong desire of seeing her hypnotized.

Wait, lifelong desire of seeing her hypnotized? I seriously hadn’t thought about hypnosis for more than like two minutes in my entire life before two days ago. What the hell? Things were so confusing, and moving so fast.

“I could help you with that” Mr. Blaze said, before giving me a look.

“Yes! Kels, let him hypnotize you! I’d love to see it!” I almost shouted. “Besides, I’m right here, it’s cool. Besides, what better way to report on your story.”

Kelsea gave me a ‘what are you doing look’, but relented. “Ok. I guess” she said.

“I promise that you’ll find it a wonderful experience. Now, since this is going to be therapy based, and not entertainment based like my stage show, I’d like to use a slightly different induction. Kelsea, and Dan, if you are comfortable with it, my induction will include a shoulder massage. Is that alright for you?” Mr. Blaze asked politely.

“Yes, that’s totally fine!” I piped up quickly. I didn’t love the idea of him touching her, but it was worth it to see her hypnotized.

Kelsea gave me a glare, but then slid along the bench to sit next to Mr. Blaze, with her back to him. Mr. Blaze put his hands on her shoulders, and started massaging with his thumbs. I watched like a hawk, making sure that he didn’t defile her with his touch, but also to make sure that I didn’t miss any parts of her slipping under hypnosis.

“Oh man, this is does feel good,” Kelsea sighed deeply. I wasn’t sure if she was being polite or she meant it

“Yess Kelsea, I’m quite skilled at what I do. Just relax and enjoy it. Your husband is here. You are safe. Safe to just relax, enjoy the massage, and watch the bubbles rising to the surface and floating away. See the candle lights reflecting in the bubbles. See the bubbles rising and floating. Just relax and hear only the sound of my voice as you watch the bubbles rising and floating”

This went on for a few minutes. Mr. Blaze’s hands massaged other areas, but everything remained above board, and I didn’t want to look like a jealous husband. Kelsea seemed to be enjoying herself, letting out a sigh here and there, whenever Mr. Blaze really dug his fingers in. She was totally zoning out. Her face looked so relaxed, so beautiful as she seemed to be succumbing to his hypnotic induction. God she looked so hot hypnotized. I had always wanted to see this.

I was sort of lost in the beauty of watching her in a trance when all of a sudden Mr. Blaze tugged at the string on the back of Kelsea’s bikini. The bow that held the back of the piece together unraveled, and the fabric fell away.

"Rising and floating,” he continued, not missing a beat Mr. Blaze, “Floating into trance for me.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, sternly. A massage and a trance was one thing, but undressing my wife was quite another.


“Relax, Dan. You don’t mind seeing her like this. It just makes it sexier. You’ve always wanted to see her topless while hypnotized. ” he told me.

That was true, I had always wanted to see her topless while hypnotized. But wait, she wouldn’t want this. It was all going too far. She was my wife. I had to make sure she was ok with this.

“Kelsea?” I tried calling out.

“She’s very relaxed right now Dan, and totally ok with everything that is happening. In fact, she’s never felt more relaxed than she does right now in this warm water, feeling my strong touch, as she watches the bubbles rising and floating. She’s watching them rising and floating as she hears only the sound of my voice as it helps her float into a state of deep hypnosis.” 

I sat there, transfixed. On the one hand, I really didn’t like what Mr. Blaze was doing, but on the other, I so desperately wanted to see her topless while hypnotized. Mr. Blaze couldn’t see Kelsea’s breasts from his angle, and it’s not like I wasn’t here. I watched Mr. Blaze work his hands lower down her back. Kelsea’s nipples hardened visibly, but that was probably just because of the cool air.

But then things went to the next level. His hands slowly reached around her side, as if in slow motion, and wrapped around her breasts. He told me to do nothing. I wanted to protest, but my throat constricted, and I couldn’t produce a sound. I wanted to intervene, but my muscles didn’t seem to respond. 

The things he was telling her changed in tone. His words shifted from talk about ‘relaxing’ and ‘floating’ to things like ‘arousal’ and submission. He was telling her how sexy she felt, and how attractive and powerful he was.

Mr. Blaze squeezed Kelsea’s breasts, and pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Surely she would freak out at any second now, and tell him what he was doing was wrong. This inappropriate sexual touching should be enough to wake her from her trance, right? No such thing happened, though. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. She breathed deeply. Her chest expanded with every intake of air. My hands felt clammy all of a sudden, even though they were submerged in the hot water. God, she looked so hot hypnotized. Why did I love that so much?

Paralyzed in place, I watched one of Mr. Blaze’s hands trail down my wife stomach, and disappear in the bubbly water. Kelsea gasped, and I could just make out the silhouette of his arm pointing down toward her crotch beneath the swirling water. Mr. Blaze leaned forward, and nuzzled her neck. His arm was rapidly gyrating back and forth, and Kelsea was actually moaning. His other hand kept playing with her tits, alternating attention between each nipple.

What the hell was happening? An evil hypnotist was fingering my wife right in front of me, and I couldn’t seem to bring myself to stop him. Worse still, Kelsea seemed to be enjoying herself—immensely. 

It only took a minute or two—much, much faster than I ever managed to—before Kelsea’s back arched, and with a wordless scream, her whole body shuddered. Mr. Blaze’s arm kept moving the entire time, and it seemed to take forever for Kelsea’s scream to die down and her body to slump limply against the wall of the tub.

“How did that feel Kelsea?” he asked her.

"Oh god,” sighed Kelsea, her face a mask of ecstasy. “I’ve never orgasmed that hard before.”

My heart broke at that comment. It seemed to embolden Mr. Blaze though. I saw a flash of something in his eyes. Was it anger? Dominance?

“Dan and Kelsea. You realize now that I am the most powerful, sexual man you have ever encountered. No one is as virile or sexual as I am. You both feel my power over you. You will both submit to my power!” he said with a grunt as he sat up on the rim of the tub. His cock was only semi erect, but seemed larger than mine, even though it wasn’t. Kelsea was still slumped against the wall, recovering from her orgasm, letting his words soak into her hypnotized mind. Mr. Blaze grabbed her ponytail, and roughly pulled her face toward his crotch.

“Please me Kelsea. I am a sexual, hypnotic love god, and you want nothing more than to please me. It turns you on so much, you’ve never been this turned on in your life.” He said.

Kelsea reacted instinctively, and wrapped her lips around his cock. I couldn’t look away, as Mr. Blaze enjoyed my wife’s very attentive blow job. It was impossible not to notice the passion and enjoyment in her oral play. Mr. Blaze seemed to relax a bit. That’s when he came clean with an admission.

“You asked me what first got me interested in hypnosis Kelsea. Truth be told, it was you. I was at the hypno show your freshman year when you went under on stage. I was immediately taken with you and the idea of having you hypnotized. When I became a TA, I used my power to delete your community college class from the system, forcing you to take Psych 101. I knew Professor Collins covered hypnosis in detail, and I wanted to see you go under one more time. I spent the next fifteen years honing my craft, just waiting for the day I could make you mine Kelsea. For fifteen years I’ve waited for this, for you.” He said before I saw that flash of dominance in his eye again. “Tonight I make you mine!”

Still holding her by the ponytail, Mr. Blaze pulled Kelsea to her feet, and then ripped off her bikini bottom with such force the strings on the side snapped. Her nude, wet body was exposed to the world, and just between her legs I could see the dark patch of pubic hair I loved so much. Mr. Blaze must have pulled on her hair, because she stumbled backwards, and thumped against his chest, knees bent, her crotch just above Mr. Blaze’s cock.

Mr. Blaze grabbed her thighs, his hands nearly circling around them, and spread her legs—wide. Her labia were still red and puffy from the intense fingering, and a small rivulet of juices ran out of her spread pussy, dripping down into the water. I had never seen her so wet before.

Mr. Blaze’s small biceps bulged, and he lifted her up, guiding the entrance of her hole over his cock. Kelsea reached down, and pushed the head into her. I watched in horror as it sank in between the folds, and disappeared inside her. 

Spread eagled, Kelsea slowly descended as his rock hard dick pushed into her. Kelsea let out a moan, her face a portrait of pleasure.

I blinked, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Kelsea kept breathing faster and faster. Still unable to find the strength to resist his command and move my leaden limbs, I watched as Kelsea came to rest at the base of Mr. Blaze’s cock. I hated seeing the woman I loved impaled on a stranger’s cock. That was supposed to be something reserved only for me.

“Oh, oh, oh, oooooooooh…” Kelsea screamed with eyes closed, and for the second time that night, her whole body shook with euphoria, while she was squeezing her own nipples.

Seemingly without caring about her state of mind, Mr. Blaze lifted her up again. Kelsea’s shrieking intensified, and it looked like her legs were struggling to break free, but Mr. Blaze’s iron grip held them steadfast—still spread wide apart. He started thrusting with his hips, and his balls swung back and forth, while his rod plunged in and out of my wife’s pussy, squelching loudly with every thrust.

Looking at me cruelly, he said. “Watching me take Kelsea is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen Dan!”

Against all logical reasoning, my body betrayed me once again. My own penis stirred in my trunks, and the fabric soon pressed against my erection. I looked down, and sure enough, there was a noticeable bulge. Despite the fact that I was watching something that should have been mine, and only mine, taken away right in front of my eyes.

“This is better sex than you’ve ever known. I am a sexual god. I control you. You serve me. You will do what I say. You will obey me!” Mr. Blaze said. I’m not sure if he was talking to Kelsea, me, or just saying things that got him going.

Then, with a guttural grunt, Mr. Blaze’s body flexed, and with one final, deep thrust, he pumped his seed into my wife. Kelsea was laughing breathlessly, hands rubbing all over her body, still impaled on his dick. 

Mr. Blaze hoisted her off his pole, and carelessly dropped her into the tub. Kelsea stumbled forward, and crashed into me. As if the spell had finally been broken, I reached out and caught her in my arms. She was burning hot to the touch, despite the coolness of the air. 

Kelsea kissed me, fiercely and passionately, shoving her tongue aggressively into my mouth, with the ferocity of a hungry lioness on the verge of starvation. She broke the kiss, and then opened her eyes to look at me. Her beautiful, brown eyes were fixed at some point off in the distance, her mouth was slightly parted, as if she wasn’t really looking at me, but was lost in a delirium of her own.

“Oh god, Dan, you have no idea how amazing that felt. I never knew sex could feel so good.” Her words cut deeply into me, and I blinked away another tear, but Kelsea was too far gone in a world of her own to notice.

Mr. Blaze chuckled as he left the hot tub and went into the suite part of the room. Just before he disappeared from veiw, he turned around, and said authoritatively, “Kelsea follow me.”

I was speechless, and held on to my wife for dear life. Kelsea extricated herself effortlessly, and stepped out of the pool. Before she could take a single step, her legs wobbled and gave out, and she fell down on the ground. 

“Kelsea, you ok?” I asked, concerned, but urgent. “Come back in the water, we need to talk about what just happened!”

“I must go with him Dan." 

She tried to get up again, but her legs faltered once more, so she simply got up on all fours, and started crawling towards the door. With her wet ass pointed straight at me, I watched her disappear, all the while Mr. Blaze’s creamy white cum dripped out of her.

Then I was alone. 

I sat there, stunned. I had just watched the love of my life being savagely fucked by another man—hypnotized and under his control—right in front of my eyes, and I had been unable to stop them. My dick twitched at that moment, as if to remind me that I had also gotten hard watching Mr. Blaze’s hypnotic cock pump my wife full of cum.

Despite all of that, I still loved her. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without her. Without seeing that cute face look at me when I woke up in the morning. Without feeling her soft body press against me, and her tender lips on mine when I came home every day. Without the smile on her face when she made gross vegetarian food in the kitchen. Without the smell of her essence lingering in every room of the house. 

After a few minutes, I managed to muster up all my remaining strength, determined not to lose her. I found the strength to break the hypnotic spell I was under. From the suite area, I heard a squel that sounded like it came from Kelsea. Wet puddles trailed on the ground where she had crawled, leading all the way to the kitchenette. The sound of meat slapping on meat was audible long before I turned the corner, and saw Kelsea bent over the kitchen counter, with Mr. Blaze standing behind her, thrusting like a madman. 

"thank you sir, thank you sir, thank you sir,” moaned Kelsea, over and over.

I gripped the doorframe for support, and watched in helpless terror as Mr. Blaze continued pumping. He looked over at me.

“You are under my power Dan. You love seeing me in hypnotic control of Kelsea. You find it so sexy. You can’t resist this. Sit in that chair and think about how much you love seeing her under my hypnotic control! Once you jerk off, I want you to slip into a deep sleep.”

What? That couldn’t be right. I wanted to tell him to go to hell and never come back, but was unable to get out as much as a peep. I sat down in the chair as he directed. Mr. Blaze grabbed Kelsea’s arm, and brought her towards the bedroom. She stumbled after him, and never even so much as looked at me in passing. With a click, the bedroom door closed behind them.

I sat in the chair as my mind was still reeling from the emotional devastation and inner turmoil. Why was it so sexy to see her under his hypnotic control??

I could hear Kelsea’s screams through the thin walls, and wondered how Mr. Blaze was pleasuring her at that moment to produce the kinds of noises she was making. Once again, my penis hardened. I pulled down my trunks, and started stroking myself. In my mind, I pictured Mr. Blaze’s hard cock sliding in and out of Kelsea, and the intense pleasure visible on her face as he took her deeper into hypnosis. Still listening to my wife’s screams of ecstasy from the bedroom, I came, cumming over my stomach. After climaxing, I felt absolutely exhausted, and drifted off into sleep, just as Kelsea started another round of loud moans.

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That was a year ago. Kelsea has not left Vegas since. I did. I went back and packed up our stuff. She quit the station of course, and has become Mr. Blaze’s personal assistant, both on stage on off. Mr. Blaze had me move to Henderson. He didn’t want me in North Carolina, as my life without Kelsea there would raise too many questions.

Even though Kelsea has been living with Mr. Blaze since that night, and introduces herself as Kelsea Blaze, we are only now starting the process of getting a divorce. I’ve been instructed to slowly start telling my connections back in North Carolina that there is “trouble at home”. Understatement of the year.

WHIPS Pt 3

A/N: And it continues! So this chapter touches a little on how magic works in this world, as well as building the friendship between Lucy and Natsu. Hopefully next chapter some plot will begin to build lol.

As I’ve said before, I am horrible when it comes to understanding what an appropriate chapter length is. I don’t think they’ll all be this long, but honestly I can’t make any guarantees. I guess we’ll be going on that adventure together :P.

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbor Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 5654

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three

Two days later Happy was still singing that annoying phrase, which Natsu refused to repeat. Instead he flopped onto his overworn couch, face buried in one of the mismatching pillows. The one he was currently trying to suffocate himself with was the nicer one, a pale red that had a button in the center and the fewest char marks. He turned his face to look at the statue perched on the work table stationed in the middle of the room. It was by far the most delicate thing he had ever created, and probably held one of the highest total work hours put into it.

The statue was another clay figure -Natsu’s specialty media- glazed over in a pearly white colour. Several thin bars rose along the edge of the circular base, all with a broken and jagged edges at the top and of descending size from the left. A thin band connected the larger bars parallel to the base, it too appearing to disintegrate halfway around. A small tree sapling sat in the center of the platform and branched out into several delicate arms as it passed the thin central bar. The main focus of the piece was not the crumbling cage however, but rather the three birds that seemed to have been freed. One sat with it’s wings closed and tail wrapped around the shortest bar that it was perched on, looking up at the other birds. The second was set in flight, wings spread within the cage and tail touching the floor -Natsu had decided to say fuck it and use the tail to hold the weight of the bird, lazy as it was- with it’s head turned towards the third and final bird. This one had posed the most trouble as Natsu wanted it to be the highest peak of the statue, which meant there was not going to be a lot of support for it’s weight. The small bird was looking down at the second, wings spread behind it’s back and tail feathers swallowing part of one branch limb. Natsu was rather proud of his design and way around gravity. Really, the world would be better without it. Probably not, if Natsu had a functioning brain to think with. Natsu really needed some sleep. Or coffee. His head hurt.

Natsu groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut. He then felt a light weight settle on the side of his head and small paws begin to knead on his temple. Letting out a soft sigh Natsu’s lips pulled into a faint smile. Happy really was the best friend he could ever ask for. Happy’s small ‘tch’ pulled him back from the much needed sleep he had been falling into, and he grunted in acknowledgment. He knew he had overdone it with Lucy’s present. Something of this much detail and finesse usually took Natsu at least three days, especially with the complication of the charms he had imbued the clay with.

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My Nah cosplay from Fire Emblem Awakening.
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The cosplay was very hot! My head was always sweaty, my butt was like a swamp because I had shorts, a lined petticoat and the bottom of the dress had 3 layers.
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I don’t know how long it took me to make everything since I lost count after 48 hours. I had to remake the gloves 3 times and the purse twice. I hade to shorten many things on this costume (my dress, cape, ears, petticoat and wig).
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I don’t even want to talk about the cost of this costume…My older sister is awesome and bought the white fabric for me :3 (all 6 yards since I had to double some parts).

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU - Part 7 (Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis: This is a fluffy AU based on the movie How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. This is part of @stories-from-stark-tower Stark Tower’s 3k Celebration Movie AU Challenge! You work at Radiance magazine and have been assigned the task to find a man to date and ‘lose him’ within the span of 10 days making the typical mistakes women tend to make, writing it up for your article. Easy right? Bucky Barnes is your ever so charming victim and it turns out he has his own 10 day task and may prove to be more of a challenge than you thought. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 2018
Warnings: Swearing, angst. 
A/N: Ahhh this part actually made me a lil sad to write I really ship the reader & Bucky! And I’m not the greatest at writing angst so I hope it isn’t too bad! And I’m even more sad that this is the second to last chapter! Thank you for all your kind words I am extremely grateful! 

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I feel like past a certain level of sleep deprivation there is a brief inversion in how shit you ought to look. I am estimating it will last another 20 minutes and then it’s back to looking like the sound a punctured tyre on a moving car makes

anonymous asked:

I thinks she just gave up and agreed to stop arguing. cstia(.)tumblr(.)com/post/146179621983/cardozzza-procrastinating-porcupine

i’m tired and as a black woman i say that’s fucking ridiculous. the billboards weren’t specifically for lexa, lexa is simply the straw that broke the camel’s back. the billboards weren’t even a THING until weeks later when wlw kept dying on tv. it wasn’t like lexa died and then the next day we were like BRO LET’S DO BILLBOARDS. no, it was a plethora of things all piled up in regards to lgbt representation that led to the idea of making billboards so that the media couldn’t attempt to silence us and sweep our voices under the rug. 

lexa was the catalyst, yes. but she isn’t the centerpiece of the movement and she hasn’t been since what, the second week after her death, maybe? 

what i don’t understand is why the o/tnb fandom expects such an uproar from a fandom that is a completely different fucking demographic. the audience for the loo and o/tnb are not the same. many people who watched the loo were, first of all, primarily under the age of 18, which is one of the major reasons why there was such an uproar over the “brownfaced white lesbian” because a majority of the audience was fucking YOUNG and vulnerable. i am one of the many people who stayed up that night counseling my younger followers out of self harm and suicide and in at least one case, failing to do so. 

and for illustrative purposes: out of the 200 people i’m following who are almost 90% clexa shippers, do you know how many i’ve seen posting shit about o/tnb, even before p’s death blew up on my dash? maybe ten. wanna know why? because it’s a different fucking show. not everyone who shipped clexa is watching o/tnb. not everyone knows. and to be completely fucking honest, when people on my dash are blogging about a show i don’t watch, i scroll past shit without reading it, or i blacklist the tag so it doesn’t swarm my dashboard. it wouldn’t surprise me if people who aren’t down with o/tnb in the first place did that. 

and even if you disregard the fact that o/tnb has a different audience entirely and make the dumbass assumption that every single person who watched the loo also watches o/tnb, not everyone can fucking binge-watch damn near 13 hours of a tv show in like 48 hours? some people have lives? some people have jobs? some people have school? some people don’t sit at home and vegetate on the couch to watch a full season in one sitting? 

it took me two days to catch up and i literally have no job and no school and no social life to speak of at the moment, so i don’t know why everyone’s expecting even those people who happened to watch both, to be able to finish the fucking show that damn quickly. and those who have heard of what happened to p, some of them just up and quit the show without watching it at all. 

my point is, i’m fucking tired of the inter-fandom bullshit. y’all wanna rally for p? fucking do it. i’m all for it. i’ll jump in on the trends. i’ll signal boost. i’ll do what it takes because that shit was disgusting. but i’m tired of seeing post after post after post villainize an entire fucking fandom because they’re not reacting the way they feel like they should react. kg is not representative of our entire fandom. 

it’s just funny how they seem to want the clexa fandom to help with o/tnb trends, including those of us who don’t actually watch o/tnb, but they treat us like shit. generally when you ask a favor of somebody, you don’t call them a piece of shit in the same sentence. 

anyway that whole fandom can suck a dick 

(That cute little elbow is Henry’s)

16 pounds. I’ve gained 16 pounds.

I saw 130 come and go. Now I’ve seen 140 come and go. I looked at the scale and I couldn’t breathe. “That’s not me…is it? That can’t be pounds. Really?” The nurse looked at me like I was stupid.

I don’t know why I’m surprised. I look huge. I should get on a scale more often. (I know I’m pregnant and not fat. Don’t lecture me)

My blood pressure was high. They weren’t concerned though because I don’t have any swelling or urine proteins. So that’s good at least.

Fetus is growing on target, and is in the 50th percentile. So that’s good. They’re making me come in for a growth scan in two weeks “because of my history” which kind of freaks me out. Will I ever stop being freaked out?

The glucose drink was yummy at first and then it took some serious self control to keep it down. I don’t know if it was the fasting beforehand or the drink itself, but I was very jittery and hyper afterward. I hope that’s not a bad sign. Results in 48 hours.

That Anon made me feel like I should include the fetus more. But I don’t really know how to sound attached. I’m scared and I want the thing out healthy.