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[hypnolurker]

“Buzz”

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Shelly was confused when she came home from work. Her boyfriend Greg wasn’t home and there was a really annoying buzzing coming from somewhere in the house but she just couldn’t find the source. It was and exhausting day at the office and she didn’t need this! She decided to just take a nap to de-stress.

She tossed and turned in her sheets as she slept, her dreams were weird…sexual. She slept naked for comfort and she had needed that after today, but it didn’t help when her dreams were this sexual. First she was fucking Greg in their bed…she was all over him in a way that completely contrasted with their pretty boring sex life. Soon though, Greg’s face became blurred, she no longer recognised who she was having sex with, all she knew was it was a man…that was all that mattered to dream her.

Soon her dream fantasy changed. No longer in her bedroom, she was generic looking hotel room, yet again there was a guy. She didn’t recognise this one either but she seductively stripped for him nonetheless. She had a feeling that she needed to impress this guy, like it was important to submit to him and make feel good. They began fucking, various positions…she was getting really hot and bothered and straddling him like a wanton whore. When he was done with her, he placed some money on the table and left her on the bed, exhausted and cum soaked. She felt weirdly contented in this dream, like she could do it again…and again…

As her dream continued changing she found herself in a public toilet of some kind. She was kneeling on the floor with her mouth open, waiting mindlessly. Men began entering and every one came over to her to fuck her mouth. They formed a line as man after man stuck his thick cock into her drooling mouth and she got himself of by moving her plump lips over his bellend, swirling her tongue around and savouring the taste of come and the feel of a hot, pulsating cock in her throat.

“Shit! What the hell was that!”

Shelly woke up with a start. She found herself in a state, fingers in pussy, sheets soaked, sticky with sweat all over her body and worst of all, she was really, REALLY HORNY!

‘What the hell is happening to me? That dream was the strangest one I’ve ever had…and the hottest….I shouldn’t say that…some of the things I was doing…prostitution?…blowing random guys? That’s fucking disgusting!’ Shelly thought to herself as she removed her slick fingers from her pussy and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. The buzzing was still faintly audible.

In the bathroom she Washed her hands in the sink and nearly had a heart attack!

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! No! No! No! What the hell?!? Pink?!?”

She screamed as she looked at her once hazel brown hair. It was now a bubblegum shade of pink that made her look like an absolute bimbo! 'What the hell happened? How in the world could my hair change colour? Wait…that’s not the only thing! My breasts ache! Are they bigger? How could that be? I look so bimboey, like an airhead who only knows how to giggle and fuck! Sounds like something from that dream…oh god no!’ She thought as she wondered what kind of kinky nightmare she was having now. Next thing she saw was that there was some lipstick left by the mirror above the sink…it wasn’t her colour but she found her hand strangely drawn to it. Examining the lipstick she thought 'this isn’t mine…it looks like some bimbo’s lipstick’. She looked at her lips in the mirror…'oh god why are my lips so swollen?’ With her empty hand she lightly caressed her new plump lips, 'they feel so soft…and pillowy…and…it feels amazing when they’re touched! Mmmmm’ she absent-mindedly sucked on her finger and moaned around it as she started to lick the tip with her tongue, the buzzing was getting gradually louder and louder- 'crap! What am I doing? Stop this!’ She removed her finger from her mouth leaving her with a horrible feeling of emptiness. The buzzing quietened down a bit. Staring blankly in the mirror she raised her hand and began applying the lipstick to her slut lips. 'Mmmmm…huh? What the hell am I doing? Why would I wear this kind of makeup? whatever I need to get some clothes on…“ Finishing with the lipstick she went quickly to her bedroom, trying not to think about the aching need for something between her lips…mouth and pussy…

Her wardrobe wasn’t anything special, mainly work clothes with a few comfy outfits like baggy t-shirts and loose pants. She had the odd party outfit but those didn’t get worn too often. Well, that was what her wardrobe was usually like, except when she opened it then she got an awful shock. 'Where did all my clothes go?!? All there is in here is….what the hell are these? What kind of exhibitionist slut would wear this kind of stuff?’ She questioned as she looked over the whorish outfit. Pink stockings, a pink g-string, pink heels…'god why all the pink? I hate pink! It’s for bimbos and brainless girly girls!’…a babydoll t-shirt that looked like it would barely cover her large breasts….'this would never cover my massive boobs! Hang on…..no I don’t have large breasts…I…what the…?’ Her hands began examining her breasts…massaging them….'they’ve grown! Now they’re so fat…and sensitive…it feels so nice to play with them…rub them…squeeze them…’ She was dazed by the feeling of having her tits fondled…the buzzing was getting louder again, filling her ears…her brain. In a trance she began dressing…forgetting what she was putting on…

'Mmmm ahhhh yes….so nice…uh? Um? Oh I…I’m wearing the clothes…when did that happen? Feel so weird…my mind….’ She began walking downstairs, trying to trace the source of the buzzing which was flooding her senses, making her do things… It was getting louder, stronger…her brain was becoming sluggish and hazy as she listened to the buzzing…she was beginning to hear more than just the irritating buzzing…there were…words…

"Obey…pink…bimbo…suck….ditz…fuck…”

She wondered what the words meant…why she could hear them more and more vividly.

'What the…obey? Pink? Bimbo…? Suck…..’

It was getting faster, the words rhythmically pounding their way into her thoughts…erasing her older, useless ones…

“Obey, pink, bimbo, suck, ditz, fuck”

She could feel herself slipping as she mouthed the words desperately trying to keep her own thoughts in…trying not to succumb to the words…but the words seemed so…true…

'Obey. Pink. Bimbo. Suck. Ditz. Fuck. Why do they sound so right? Why am I saying them…I look like the words too…bimbo…pink….I feel like them…bimbo…ditz…I…gotta….resist…the….mmm….’

She was licking her lips with lust as the words began to change…they were telling her things…they were so loud now…she couldn’t hear her own thoughts over the words pounding their way deep into her skull…rewriting her…

“You are a bimbo! You like pink! You like to suck! You are a ditz! You like to fuck! You will obey your master! You are always horny! You…”

Over and over they assaulted her head. She chanted them as fast as she could but she could barely keep up. These truths that were being told to her…she knew they were true…they were all she knew…all she needed to know…

She stepped into the living room. “There you are fuckdoll!” Said master. Something flashed in her mind for a second-'Greg’- but then it was gone…this was master. Fuckdoll-'shelly’- there it was again…almost like fuckdoll had thoughts of her own…but nope! Fuckdoll was master’s perfect bimbo slave. She got down on her knees and opened her cockhole-'mouth’-she opened her her cockhole ready for master’s dick and waited, drooling, horny and inviting, just as it should be.

[flowercrown-bard]

for the fic title thingamajig!

'an adventure in larceny'

thank you! (I had to look up what larceny meant lmao) I've been thinking Lambden, but my heart says Geraskier, so...

Geralt walks into a fairy ring on a contract and gets trapped by the fae (maybe he had to steal some relic from them in order to break a curse or stop the tricks the fae were playing on some villagers)

When Geralt doesn't return to him, Jaskier of course tries to find out what happened. He goes into the fae realm and tries to free him

he too gets caught but manages to talk himself out of getting captured. The fae find him amusing, so they give him one chance to take Geralt back home: Since Jaskier tried to steal him away from the fae, he has to proof that he's good at stealing. His task is to steal three impossible things

the first thing they tell him to steal is time. At first Jaskier tries to use his words to get out of this. He argues that he already finished this task, because he steals Geralt's time all the time by wasting it, by taking something from Geralt that Geralt doesn't want to give to him. Thing is, Geralt loves spending time with him, so none of it is wasted nor stolen

At the end, Jaskier challenges a fae to play a duet with him. While they are playing together, Jaskier keeps slowing down and then speeding up unexpectedly, so the fae can't keep time with the song. Therefore, Jaskier has stolen their time (also he's stolen the show by how good he was)

the second task will be the next day, so Jaskier has the night to spend with Geralt. Geralt tells him he's foolish for coming here and at first Jaskier feels kind of bad because maybe if he fails, things will get worse for Geralt (what if they keep Jaskier here too and then Geralt will have to suffer his presence for all eternity?) but eventually, Geralt admits that he's worried about Jaskier and they fall asleep holding each other close

For the second task he has to steal something utterly unexpected from a being of steel. At first Jaskier thinks that this refers to the Queen of the fae, who is a steel magnolia (maybe even called the Countess the Stael?) and Geralt urges him to abandon the task and leave the fae realm. No one can steal from the fae Queen and even if Jaskier somehow managed to do that, he would get punished for the insult of stealing from her. For a moment Geralt looks so afraid and so...human. And that's when Jaskier realises. Geralt's hair is grey as steel. He strong and true as steel. Lastly, of course, silver is for monsters and steel is for humans and Geralt has more humanity than many men Jaskier knows. Geralt is a being of steel

Now, Jaskier has to figure out what to steal from him. It must be unexpected, so he can't just ask Geralt for something. He stole from him before. Clothes, food, knicknacks. Geralt expects all of that. So Jaskier steals the one thing, he knows Geralt would never even consider. He steals a kiss from Geralt

Of course, this leads to some more pining, because Geralt thinks Jaskier only kissed him for the task so he pushes Jaskier away, because he can't stand Jaskier kissing him without really meaning it. Jaskier thinks that Geralt didn't want him to kiss him. So things are strained between them, but at least Jaskier won this part of the challenge

that night, they don't sleep together. Jaskier knows that if he fails Geralt tomorrow, the witcher will be doomed. But if he wins, he also doesn't get Geralt back, because surely Geralt won't want to spend more time with him after the unwanted kiss

The third task is the hardest one. As soon as it's spoken, Jaskier knows that he won't be able to do it. Because the third task is to steal the witcher's heart

that's something Jaskier had tried to do for years. How is he supposed to succeed now? Geralt's reaction to the kiss was enough to prove to him that Geralt will never love him, that he's repulsed by the very idea. Hours pass, and Jaskier fails to find a loophole. There's no way he can cheat or use wordplay to get out of this one

The day is over and Jaskier has failed. But the fae queen has taken a liking to him because of how entertaining he is, so she gives him one last chance: He and the witcher are free to go, if Jaskier can tell her why exactly the task is impossible

This is the worst thing, she could have done to Jaskier. He knows what she wants him to say, of course. She wants him to admit that he can't steal the witcher's heart, because witchers do not have hearts. But he'd rather die than say something like that. So, he has to give the real answer, even if it means destroying what's left of their friendship. After this, Geralt won't want to see him again, but maybe it's worth it, if it means saving him. So Jaskier says that he can't steal Geralt's heart, because he's not good enough. Because Geralt is beautiful and kind and he has saved so many people and Jaskier is just...Jaskier. Unpopular and poor before he had met Geralt and now nothing more than a nuisance that's tolerated but not liked enough to ever fall in love with.

He says this...and nothing happens. The fae start laughing, mocking him. Of course they do. They know how ridiculous it is for Jaskier to love Geralt, how impossible to ever be loved in return

Jaskier glances at Geralt, to see if he's laughing too, if maybe he's recoiling. But Geralt is only staring at him in disbelief and hope. Slowly, carefully, Geralt comes closer, takes Jaskier's hand. Jaskier's heart skips a beat - not keeping time for a second. Geralt cups Jaskier's cheeks and softly presses their lips together - stealing a kiss. And then - oh. And then, Jaskier realises. As impossible as it is, he realises the true reason why he can't steal Geralt's heart. It's the same reason, why Geralt can't steal his. Because it has been given to him freely years ago. He has already had Geralt's heart, unknowingly, in the palm of his hands.

"You love me," Jaskier whispers and Geralt echoes "You love me."

They kiss again and don't even notice how the world around them shifts. Jaskier has succeeded in fulfilling all the tasks, so they are returned to the real world. In the end, it's not the fae, who get to keep Geralt forever, it's Jaskier

fake title ask game

[orchid-harmony]

button-lined ravine is on rn so i will send u an ask to avoid it :D

have a fake fic title: i saw it with my own tiny eyes

(got this frommmmm tommy or wilbur i forget who said it)

I'm sorry this took a bit but here tis ze short fake title story!

I Saw It With My Own Tiny Eyes

"Phil, I swear that on my own tiny life that I saw something!"

"Mate, calm down, I know you're not lying."

Tommy was surprised, almost everyone who he told this story had never believed him, everyone except Phil.

"But, nobody believes me, so why would you?"

"Toms, what benefit would you gain by lying to me?"

"Well, nothing except your attention."

"Yeah, but, as you said, you would gain nothing from lying to me. Plus, why wouldn't I believe my own son?"

Tommy stays quiet.

"Exactly, now, do you want to go to my room to cuddle for a bit?"

He nods.

"Alright, just get on my hand and I'll take you there."

Phil lays his huge hand, letting Tommy hop onto it and carries him to his room.

As they make it to Phil's room, Tommy feels sleepy, not even noticing that he was put down on Phil's pillow.

He didn't notice the dipping when Phil laid on the pillow.

He didn't notice the warm hands that took him off the pillow and close to Phil's chest.

He didn't notice anything, all that he could notice, was that he was tired.

[smiles-for-anon]

Fake titles? SAY NO MORE >:3

*proceeds to send titles*

Caught in a Lie

* Au where borrowers have been found out. The whole world knows of them, and so the risks are even higher.

* George is a size shifter who decides it’s too risky to stay small and instead tries to fit in with society. He meets Sapnap and Dream who offer him to be their roommate. He accepts, but over time they start getting suspicious of him.

* It slowly eats away at George, from having not shifted in so long to lying to his friends about it. He gets so stressed that one day he gets into a fight with Sapnap while Dream tries to calm them down; and he shifts right in front of them.

[fratboymattstone]

For a made-up summary/title - Picture Perfect

<3 - Mitch

(So you'll have to excuse me for this one. I'm having an old Disney moment) Title: Picture Perfect

Summary: Matt and Nick Jackson have been trying to start a band ever since they were old enough to know how to strum the strings on their dad's guitar. Generation Me was a flop. The new band, The Young Bucks, is a little bit better off, but they don't have their dad's musical gift all the way, and something is lacking. Their "Road manager," Cody, and their "roadies" Flip, Marty, and Hangman, suggest singer hunting. But no one they find fits their perfect image. The closest was Adam Cole, but he left California to marry his high school sweetheart. Then Matt gets an idea. Using what he learned from Cody, he creates the perfect singer, a hologram named Kenny Omega. Together, the three form a new band called "The Elite," and it is an instant hit. Everything goes great until Kenny wishes to be human. When disappears and Nick starts acting weird, Matt must make a choice between saving his brother, or becoming the rockstar he was always meant to be.

[shana-rosee]

For the fake fic: 'Mad heart, be brave' amd Merthur

This one stumped me for a bit but inspiration finally hit me!

With the enchanted mirror destroyed, the magic keeping the castle together was now crumbling around them.

"RUN!" Arthur shouted, knowing that the likelihood of any of them getting out alive was slim to none.

They barely got out of the room before they were trapped into the hall, the ceiling looking about to give way at any moment.

He looked to the grim faces of the knights around him and grimaced himself. Only one face didn't look grim. Merlin's.

Merlin looked upset and almost heartbroken, but he had a strange look of determination.

"Merlin-" Arthur called out, not sure what he was about to say but Merlin shook his head.

"No, let me speak Arthur." He said striding closer until he was next to him. "I... I want you to know that, that what I'm about to do doesn't change anything. I meant it when I said I would be happy to serve you until the day I die."

Arthur felt his heart shutter in fear but he couldn't seem to speak.

"And I hope that you can forgive me- well not forgive but accept that- that I am still am and have always been your friend, and that I would never do anything to hurt you or Camelot."

"Merlin what are you-" Before he could finish his sentence he was stuck breathless by Merlin's hands grabbing his face and pressing his lips against his own. They are chapped and rough and glorious.

The second Arthur kissed him back Merlin pulled away. He stepped forward to pull him back into him so that he could die with Merlin's taste in his mouth when Merlin's eyes turn to gold as he said, "ætwindan."

The next thing he knew he was lying down in front of the gates of Camelot, knights around him and no Merlin insight.

-

Arthur, Merlin, & the knights have just broken a curse placed on Camelot and are about to die caved into the castle the cursed object in. That is until Merlin reveals his magic and sends his friend back to Camelot safe and sound. Only now Arthur doesn't know if Merlin is dead or alive and is desperate to find him.

Send me a title for a fake fic, and I’ll write a fake summary

[wolfsrainrules]

fake fic title: you are what you love, not who loves you

Love was a powerful motivator. The strongest there was, for the human race. It could drive people to extremes they never thought they’d reach, drive them to do things they’d call impossible. And love that caused, or became hatred? 

That was the sort of hate that drove nations to the ground, drove people to be villains, drove people to hunt and kill and be ruthless. 

Looking into the eyes of Midoriya Izuku, Inko knew she would do anything- anything at all- to see him healthy, happy, and safe. 

Even if that meant running, and continuing to run, from her husband, now that she knew what- and who- he really was. She’d run, until Izuku was old enough to learn to protect himself, and then she’d settle. 

And when all was said and done?

Inko didn’t care that she had nothing of substance to her name, aside from what she’d pulled from her bank, saved, and packed. She didn’t care Hizashi- she should call him  All for One- was technically a legend, some all powerful boogey man of the underword. 

He’d tried to take her son. Was still trying to take him. 

She’d rip his eyes from their sockets, his heart out of rhythm, his very cells apart before she let him succeed. 

She’d run, and she’d plan, and when it was all said and done, if she had to be the Queen of the Underworld. she would be. 

So long as Izuku was safe, happy, and healthy. 

They may not know her yet, but soon enough she’d have the connections she needed to survive with her son. She wouldn’t allow for anything else.

NOTES:

these title asks (from 2000yrs ago, sorry @seitosokusha) were supposed to be summaries, and tags. Instead i had a blurb, and a thought, pulled from a future AU I haven’t started, but love dearly. so you’re getting that blurb, and some of the notes from that AU)

– Future Aizawa Shouta/ Midorya Inko

–Future BadAss Underworld Queen Inko, with her ever present shadow Eraserhead- who was vigilante, and not pro hero in verse, after the loss of his friend, and the cover up of that loss, made him decide official heroing was not for him when he could just….go do it himself and not have to deal with shady government.

–Inko is a nurse on the run in verse, who started her ‘healing interests’ as a child with the natural herbal ways to do things, the ways that didn’t involve fancy drugs, or hospitals, or nursing degrees or quirks, and she very much makes herself indispensable to those who she employs herself to, while raising Izuku

–Izuku grows up rough and tumble, learning from all over, from all walks of life, and he is a tiny but mighty bad ass in the making, and Inko adores him. 

–He absolutely wants to be a hero still, if a bit differently then canon cause Dad is the literal best ((Eraser)) and he will fight anyone who says he’s not.

–Does this mean tiny Izuku gets into shenanigans often? Yes. Absolutely. 

–Dabi is Big Brother, cause Inko took him off the streets when he ran from Enji, and she raised him as they went so he’s now got a Midorya’s moral code and it’s glorious. 

[lucywrites02]

Fake title game: Stop When I Die

You're asking for angst at this point.

For your 2nd anniversary Loki gifted you a bracelet. It had a beautiful green stone in the middle. Loki had one, too. Your lover explained that he enchanted both of the stones and as long as he lives they will both glow. You thought it was the cutest thing someone has ever done for you. Every time you woke up alone in your apartment because Loki was away for a mission or back in asgard you look at the bracelet to remind yourself that he's still there, waiting to come back home to you.

One night you got up to get some water and the stone wasn't glowing anymore.

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it