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Sweet Dreams **

Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog

Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo 

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Accidents Happen {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A young Serpent needs refuge. Her first thought is an old friend, but when a redhead hottie opens the door, her plans are quick to change.

Summary: {Y/N} comes from the other side of the tracks, from a rough and broken home. In the spur of the moment, an accident happens and she’s left scared and vulnerable. She turns to an old friend, Jughead Jones. But it seems he’s quite preoccupied. Instead, she comes face to face with the famous Archie Andrews. Who knew good boys could make such good company?

Request?: No, another random thought that just had to be voiced. I mean, c’mon, Archiekins deserves all the love.

Word Count: 2078

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, credit to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters and storyline are also not mine, credit to the writers and producers.

A/N: When I first started writing this little oneshot, I honestly wasn’t too sure as to where I wanted it to go. But, I am very happy with how this turned out. Do let me know what you think! And of course, my ask box is open for any requests that you might have! Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

Originally posted by storycrackimagines

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Surfer Boy (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “can you do an imagine based on ethans tweet “@ethandolan: Haha gray just texted and was like yo my face is so red I just saw a cute girl what do I do” 😌”
Word Count: 1,337
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is cute :’) Thank you for requesting, my dear anon. Hope you like it. xx


“People have a weird tendency of not cleaning up after themselves.” Your friend, and also your boss, pointed out as she carried in four glasses behind the bar, placing them by the counter so she could wash them.

You laughed, watching her pull a face before returning to wring out a dishrag. Your friend had always been an impulsive one, so it didn’t even surprise you when she had come home one day, claiming that she bought the small tiki bar on the beach, not far from where you lived.

It had turned out to be a smashing hit, everybody buying their cool drinks and their occasional cocktail to clench their thirst. You being the good, bored friend you were, you had offered yourself to work behind the bar. It wasn’t all too bad, you got plenty of Vitamin D, got drinks for free and got to watch a lot of hot guys who went to catch a wave or sat by the bar, sipping on their drinks under the scorching L.A sun.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done this before but can I request the RFA reacting to MC crying herself to sleep? Like, they come home quite late and they can hear their sobs nearby? I love your works so take your time!

Awww anonny this request is so sad but sweet, I absolutely love it! Thank you very much for the kind words and I’m very appreciative of your patience!! Now let’s see our RFA crew comfort us when the tears are flowing!! ^^


Yoosung

  • Yoosung was relieved to come home after a long day of work at the veterinarian clinic
  • He typically doesn’t come home so late but he had to perform an emergency operation on a puppy and was ready to cuddle the night away with you
  • As he walked through the front door, Yoosung took off his jacket cautiously as he heard some strange muffled noise coming from your shared bedroom
  • He quietly opened the door to find you crying your eyes out in bed
  • Yoosung rushes over to your side and carefully sits you up as he wraps his arms around you, with you nuzzling your head into his shoulder
  • He softly shushes you while stroking your hair as he whispers sweet words to you
  • “It’s alright MC, I’m here for you and I always will be. Sometimes it’s best to cry so please, never be afraid to do so when I’m around. I love you so much MC, no matter what’s going on that’ll never change.”
  • Once you start to calm down, Yoosung gently lays the two of you down as you keep your head on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent
  • You and Yoosung fall asleep like this with Yoosung making a silent promise to never come home that late again because seeing you crying would always break his heart

Zen

  • Zen had the lead role in an upcoming musical which was great for his career but it meant less time with you
  • But you were supportive, helping Zen read over the script to get him into character
  • One night when Zen had to stay extra late at rehearsals, he walked into your shared apartment to hear a strange noise
  • Slightly panicked, he grabbed a kitchen knife and slowly followed where the sound was coming from only to open the bedroom door to find you with tears on your cheeks as you were half asleep
  • At first, Zen thought that you were reading over the script since it was a melancholy musical until he realized that you were crying for real
  • He immediately laid down on his back as he pulled you on top of his chest as he coaxed you into calming down
  • “I’m here MC, I’ll always be here for you. Please don’t cry my princess, you’re too beautiful to cry. Whatever the issue is we’ll get through it together since you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I love you so much MC.”
  • Zen continued to whisper kind words to you until you fell asleep while listening to his heartbeat, with Zen vowing to do everything within his power to never make you cry yourself to sleep again

Jaehee

  • Jaehee typically stays late at work, but this night was an extreme case
  • It was late whenever she unlocked the door to your shared home, excited to be home and to see your warm smile
  • But instead Jaehee was welcomed home by a weird muffling sound coming from the bedroom, making her feel uneasy
  • She flung open the door to find you curled up in bed, seemingly asleep but with tears painting your face
  • This was an all to familiar sight for Jaehee, there’s been countless times in the past which she’d cry her own self to sleep due to stress so she knew what to do
  • You felt a pair of warm hands gently pry your arms away from your face as Jaehee then put her arms around you, telling you softly how she felt
  • “I know it can be tough sometimes MC, but whatever you’re going through I’ll always be right by your side. We’ll get through this but for now, I want you to relax and get some rest. Never forget that I love you MC.”
  • The sound of Jaehee’s comforting words eventually made you fall sleep, making her happy but determined to be by with you more so she’d never have to see you so upset again

Jumin

  • You were use to Jumin coming home late from work since you knew he was working hard
  • But one night Jumin came home particularly late, huffing as he kicked his shoes off and loosening his tie as he eagerly went to find you
  • As he searched for you, Elizabeth the Third sadly meowed as she pointed her head towards the bedroom door where Jumin heard a loud sob
  • Jumin felt his chest tighten with guilt as he immediately went to your side seeing you half asleep but crying your eyes out
  • He carefully cradled you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth while wiping your tears away, kissing your temple as he softly told you how sorry he was for not getting home sooner
  • “It’s okay MC, it’s all going to be okay. I promise we’ll solve this issue together but now I need you to relax. I’ll be here for you whenever you wake up so rest MC. My love for you will never stop so let’s rest together.”
  • You eventually fell asleep to Jumin softly humming as he continued to rock you back and forth is a soothing motion
  • Jumin engraved the mental image of you crying into his mind so that he’d always have a reminder to make you happy and feel loved because to him, you deserved it

Seven

  • Even though Seven typically works within the comfort of his home, he had to go away for a long weekend to finish up some business with his old agency
  • So on the night of his return, a very tired Seven walked through the door wanting nothing more then to flop in bed with you and sleep the week away
  • But when he heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom, Seven grabbed one of his guns and raced to find you
  • Seven burst the door open only to be startled to find you laying in bed, half asleep but sobbing your eyes out
  • He dropped his weapon and went to your side, carefully sitting you on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair, feeling like he wanted to cry himself
  • But Seven knew that you needed comfort right now so he rubbed your arms to try and calm you down as he kissed your ear whispering loving words to you
  • “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this MC. I’ll stay by your side for forever okay? You’re going to be stuck with me so hopefully you won’t get annoyed of me! But seriously MC, let’s get some rest now. I love you and I’m here for you always.“
  • Seven’s sweet words helped you finally drift off to sleep with him sighing as he bit his lip to keep himself from crying
  • Seeing you so upset made Seven promise to never push you away again and to remind you how much he adored you
Save Me [Part 1]

Originally posted by jengkook

hi! can i please request a kind of angsty vampire!au scenario with jungkook where he’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around? sorry this is like one run on sentence omg. thank you, and i love your writing~ 

Warnings: Graphic violence, blood mention, death mention

You flitted through the stack of papers on your desk, fingers carding through them in a panic as the ringing of your phone blared through the silence of the office.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You muttered in a frustrated mantra, needing to find that contract before your boss lifted her lazy ass out of her cushioned chair and came to rip your head off.

”What’s going on, beautiful?” A familiar voice spoke directly into your ear and you jumped with a high squeal, your hands slipping over the file you’d been flipping through. You hissed as you felt the edge of the thick paper slice the tip of your index finger, your face puckering in pain as you sucked it into your mouth, the metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Jungkook.” You mumbled around the digit, soothing the throbbing cut by suckling fervently.

Normally, you’d rather punch yourself in the head than pass up an opportunity to chat up your boss’ newly hired head assistant, but now was not the time. You had about five minutes before you risked losing your job. Jungkook cleared his throat, straightening up into a standing position and taking a couple of steps back from you.

“What, uh–What are you looking for?” He asked in a voice that seemed an octave or two deeper than his normal tone.

“Sunyoung needs the contract from the Hyatae deal.” You spoke in a rush, yanking your finger out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ once the frustration of sorting through papers with only one hand got the best of you.

“Mm,” He hummed and through your peripheral vision you could see him shift. “This one?”

Jungkook held the paper out in front of you, blocking your vision with bold black print. Your eyes moved over the underlined words on the very top of the page, and when you realized it was in fact the paper you were looking for, you snatched it out of his hand and bounced excitedly from foot to foot.

“Thank you!” You squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my God, I could kiss you right now, Jungkook. You’re amazing!”

He laughed at your excitement, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks and lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “It’s nothing. I wouldn’t object to a kiss, though.”

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I lost our baby

Request: #13…?  

Could I have 13 for the drabble thing? Thanks!

So basically this is #13 from the Drabble challenge

Summary: You and Peter have been spending most of your days at the avengers tower after the birth of your baby girl. You leave Peter to supervise her for one minute, and you could’ve predicted what happened next.

! y/d/n= your daughters name !

I wanted to make this happy and funny. Hopefully you guys like it!!! Also made this a Peterxreader. If you’d like a Tomxreader let me know! <3 


Originally posted by gounderoos

After announcing your pregnancy you couldn’t tell who was more excited, Peter or the rest of the avengers. They always looked after you and treated you like a baby sister, so naturally they were protective of you. But once your pregnancy became public knowledge, it was as if you couldn’t go to the bathroom without someone holding your hand. You didn’t entirely mind it, you loved having the extra help as the months went by. You certainly love the extra help now that the baby was here and you single-handedly could never do it all. Peter is always there to help of course, it was his job, and his priority. He lived up to the ‘father’ name quite greatly.

      Recently the two of you had been living in the avengers tower with the rest of the gang. You loved it. You were enjoying the company and your baby girl, now 4 months old was loving all the attention. Natasha and Tony spent every moment of their spare time with y/d/n. They loved her as if she were their own. 

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She’s Good For Him

12.17 Coda - Warning of slight spoilers for the episode if you haven’t seen it yet.

Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen


You, Dean, Sam, and Eileen reached the bottom of the stairs, all of you overwhelmed by the situation that happened with Dagon and the British Man of Letters. It had all been jarring and overwhelming, and you could see the emotion playing on Eileen’s face. 

She wasn’t okay. She was beating herself up for what happened. 

As Dean tried to briefly comfort her, you laced your hands with his, leaning into him for support. At that moment, Sam interrupted the conversation. 

“Hey,” he said gently, placing a comforting hand on Eileen’s shoulder. “It was a mistake,” he said, his eyes full of sadness as he signed to her. 

You watched, with tears in your eyes, as Eileen threw herself into Sam’s arm, tears springing free. Sam hugged her to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, resting his cheek on her head as she cried into his chest. 

“You okay, beautiful?” Dean asked when he realized that you were crying as you clung to his arm. 

You shook your head against his arm, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to him. He lead you down the hall and to the bedroom you shared. Moments later your heard Sam and Eileen shuffle past the room, his door shutting softly. 

“What’s going on?” Dean asked when the two of you were alone. 

“She’s good for him, Dean,” you whispered against his chest as he ran his hands through your hair. “And I hate that she is beating herself up. I’m so glad that Sam is allowing himself to be there for her.”

“Yeah she is good for him. He knows it too. I can see it in the way he looks at her. He looks at her like I look at you. He wants nothing more than to take away her pain,” he agreed, pulling out of your embrace and tipping your chin up to look at him. 

“She’s to him like you are to me, I think,” he added, his eyes darting back and forth between yours, his thumb wiping away your tears as he brought your lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

Dean’s right hand landed on the small of your back, pushing you into him gentle as his mouth moved effortlessly with yours. You sighed into him which caused Dean to pull you closer to him, practically lifting you off the floor as he deepened the kiss. 

“Dean, you save me every day,” you said once you pulled away from Dean. “If she is to Sam half of what you are to me, I hope she sticks around. They need each other. I just want Sammy to be happy,” you smiled sadly. 

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too. I like her. She’s sassy. She keeps him on his toes,” Dean smiled, taking your hand and leading you to the bed. He slipped out of his clothes, standing in his boxer and a t-shirt as he slid into the bed. 

You quickly joined him, snuggling up to him, your face resting on his chest as you looked up at him. 

“He deserves to have what we have,” you said, your hand tracing Dean’s chest absentmindedly. 

Dean kissed you again as he hugged you closer. 

“I’m glad we have what we have. I’m the luckiest idiot in the world,” Dean breathed against your lips. “I could only hope Sam could find this kind of happiness,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “I think Eileen is his chance.”

You hummed your agreement as you settled into Dean’s side, sighing heavily. The last few days had been emotionally trying. You knew Dean would be there for you when the sun rose, you just prayed that Sam could be there for Eileen in the same way and her for him. 

They deserved the kind of happiness you and Dean had been given. You hoped they could find it, too. 

anonymous asked:

“i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” Majorly Judging you w/Kara as the cute daughter :)

i love this prompt thank you so much

‘Should we go over it once more?’

Lucy sighs heavily, running her hand through her hair as she scans her notes again. She shakes her head. ‘It’s late, Alura. The best thing you can do at this point is sleep, probably’.

‘I’m just…’ the anxiety in Alura’s voice is clear, the fear behind her eyes burning, as it has been, more and more, as this day has approached, ‘I want to do everything I can’.

‘Hey’, Lucy reaches across the space between them to grip Alura’s hand, ‘we’ve got this, okay?’

‘And yet I can’t help but worry’. Alura grips her hand like its a lifeline, and Lucy’s heart aches. Alura has been so strong since this mess began, but she looks so exhausted. ‘It’s not that I don’t have faith in your abilities, Lucy, its just -’

‘You’re a judge’, she says softly, trying to soothe, and comfort, as best she can, ‘and you’ve seen cases backfire, I know’.

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Lightning Bolt Soulmate! Barry Allen x Reader Part Three

Fandom: The Flash

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, OC

Word Count: 771

Warnings: Barry Allen being a little creep in a sort of good way? idk just read it and find out

A/N: So this is essentially Part Two from Barry’s POV with a little more information added to it and what Barry does afterwards. This is probably so shitty but I wanted to get it out because it was taking way too long. Enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter


BARRY POV

I was out running through the city, when I heard the shouts. I couldn’t make out the words, but the owner of the voice was obviously a woman. Automatically assuming the worst, I sped off in the direction of the sound. Instead of finding a mugger attacking an unsuspecting woman in an alleyway, I found a couple, arguing on the steps of a crappy apartment building. The guy was attempting to stand higher than the girl, puffing out his chest with every word.

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Dating a Vampire [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Barry x Reader where he is a vampire and the reader is his human girlfriend and instead of it being really serious like Edward and Bella, it’s really innocent and cute (ex: Barry getting her to help clean his fangs, calling his fangs “pearly whites”, the reader getting him to ‘vampire speed’ to her favorite Chinese restaurant and pick up dinner, Barry turning into a bat and pouting on the dresser when he’s mad and the reader forcing him to come to bed, etc.)?

a/n: i was thinking the song ‘Vampire’ by Lazyboy Empire PLEASE RETWEET/SHARE MY VIDEO [x] <- instagram


One thing that Barry still has to get used to is being in a relationship. Let’s just say, a vampire in a relationship is nothing like Twilight. At all. It’s not that serious. It’s not that dramatic. It’s almost like every normal, human, relationship. Almost. Minus the immortal part.

The feeding is what he’s still getting used to. Unlike most, Barry doesn’t suck other people’s blood; he always thought it was gross, you know, like, who knows where that person’s been? So, Cisco bags the blood, stores it in water bottles, puts it in his jelly, etc. Most of the time, he prefers sinking his fangs into the bags; it’s almost like a neck. Just not…skin.

He tries to do this when you aren’t home; it’s kinda embarrassing when his teeth are stained red. Humming, his elbows are propped up on the table, fangs indenting the blood bag, lips sucking, Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. The keys jingle outside the door but he ignores it. He’s so hungry.

When you walk into the apartment, his dark green eyes lock with yours for a millisecond before he transforms into a bat, disappearing. “Barr!” you scream, more worried about the mess he left. From above the fridge, he pouts, blood still dripping down his chin. “At least come finish the bag.” you mumble, going to set the groceries down.

There’s a poof and he is back in the chair, gray Henley stained with red droplets. Barry blushes, fangs still out; the downside of them is they don’t retract if he’s hungry. “Sorry…” he mumbles, tongue running across his teeth in attempt to clean them. “I’m almost done.” he promises, picking up the plastic bag and puncturing his fangs into it.

Laughing slightly, you listen to the little moans coming from him as he feeds. The grocery bag ruffles as you reach in, yanking out a toothbrush. “I got you another toothbrush for your pearly whites!” you grin, beginning to peel the small box open. He hums against the bag, red liquid dripping off his chin. “So when you’re done, I’ll help you clean them.” you shrug, putting away boxes of cereal.

With one last gulp, the plastic is empty and he sighs in content, shoulders slumping. Licking his ruby lips, his tongue pokes one of his fangs. “What’re you gonna eat for dinner, love?” he frowns, standing up to dispose of the bag. “Oh! I can speed to that Chinese restaurant you like?” he beams, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You wipe his face with a napkin, smiling softly. You love Barry. Your sweatshirt rides up your side as you finish dabbing the corner of his mouth. “That would be amazing and I love you. Just let me brush your teeth first.” you mumble, leading him to the bathroom.

He puffs his cheeks out, “Fine.”

The Perfect Wife

 “Thomas your uncle isn’t a psychopath,” Tom’s mother replied, pushing him aside to grab her suitcase.

   “Why can’t I just stay home alone?” Thomas whined, his mother giving him an evil glare.

   “We’ve already discussed this too many times Tom.”

   “Please mom, I promise I’ll behave myself!”

   “No way! We’re not getting into this again, especially after what happened last time!”

   “The party was a one time thing! Come on mom!”

   “No Thomas, that’s enough. Now come on it time to get going.”

   “Ugh.”

   Thomas was being forced to stay with his Uncle Sherman for the weekend while his parents went away to celebrate their anniversary on a cruise line somewhere along the east coast. Sherman was the closest relative, living only an hour away from Thomas’s house. Due to Tom’s many episodes in the past, his mother was forcing him to stay with his uncle to ensure nothing would happen to their house while away.

   They rode off at around noon-time. Thomas doze off staring out the car window; he really didn’t want to stay with his uncle. None the less, they arrived at Sherman’s house within an hour’s time. Sherman lived alone in a rather large house that could’ve been mistaken as a mansion if it were any bigger. Tom’s parents bid him goodbye, and left him alone in front of the massive house. Thomas slowly made his way up onto the front porch and approached the door which was pieced together using beautiful stained glass. Thomas hesitated to knock, not wanting to possibly damage the glass he instead struck the doorbell. After a minute of waiting no one appeared to be coming to open it. Thomas tried to see into the house, but he could barely make out anything with the windows blurring his perception.

   Tom was about to head off down the road, when the door burst open abruptly, and out stepped a thin, toned, and slick-haired younger man probably in his early 30s.

   “Hey Tommy!” Sherman shouted, making his way down the porch to give Tom an awkward hug. “How have you been doing?”

   “Umm… good?” Tom hesitated to reply.

   “Good to hear! Sorry about taking so long to get down, I was in the bathroom finishing up cleaning. This huge house gets pretty dusty from time to time.”

   “Yeah.”

   “Well anyways I guess I’ll go ahead and show you around!”

   Sherman lead Tom upstairs to the guest room where he would be sleeping, and lead him around the house to show him where things were. Sherman seemed to take pride in showing off his house to Tom who despised the fact he was there at all. After finishing their tour, Sherman lead Tom downstairs to the kitchen.

   “Feel free to help yourself to anything you want kiddo!” Sherman exclaimed, opening the cabinets to reveal a cornucopia of boxes, bags, and jars of snacks, pastries, and whatever else you could’ve imagined. “Sorry that I can’t have anyone prepare you anything. Sadly, my maid Reese has had to go take care of some family affairs, and won’t be back for a while.”

   “Are you the only one taking care of the house then?” Tom replied, trying to stay invested in the conversation.”

   “Yes, but it’s a pain considering I have to attend to work for most of the day. I’ve been trying to find a replacement, but no one has turned up for the ad, and I was considering paying a decent amount as well.”

   “How much?”

   “Probably around $25 an hour.”

   Thomas’s eyes widened, $25 per hour?! That was a steal, especially considering all you had to do was dust up the house since no one else was around to make any sort of mess.

   “Hey,” Thomas perked up, “Perhaps I can help you out.”

   “Really Tommy my boy!” Sherman eyes glistened.

   “Yeah, what the heck. Might as well make some money while I’m here.”

   “Haha! This is great! Thanks a ton Tommy!”

   Sherman grasped Thomas by his hand, and frantically shook it.

   “You’re a life saver my boy!” Sherman said, leading Tom out into the parlor. “Ok, so all you have to do is go around and do the usual chores such as doing the laundry, cleaning dishes, sweeping, and you get the idea. Feel free to take your time. All I ask is that you get it done by the end of the day. You can go ahead and use Reese’s cleaning supplies which can be found upstairs in her room, in her closet.”

   “Sounds good,” Tom said.

   “Great! Ok, I need to run off to a meeting, so I’ll be back a little bit later. Feel free to make yourself at home! And help yourself to anything you like! Thanks again!”

   Sherman slammed the door shut behind him. The slamming echoed throughout the house, which enhanced the feeling of its largeness and emptiness. Tom gazed around, and figured he’d get started cleaning considering he didn’t have much else to do. He went upstairs into Reese’s room and found what appeared to be her closet. He tried to open it, but the door wouldn’t budge. Thomas yanked on it hard a few good times, and it eventually popped open with a ton of cleaning supplies falling over on top of him.

   After bringing himself back up off the floor, Thomas began to dig through the pile of supplies. He pulled out some yellow rubber gloves, a pink wash cloth, some hair bands, some high heel boots, a lacy black bra, some panties, incredibly short shorts, and a checkered crop top. It looked like Reese had mixed up her clothes with the supplies. Tom went back into the pile one more time, and pulled out some more cleaning supplies as well as something else. He held up a glass flask in his hand that appeared to still be halfway full of liquor. Thomas was tempted by this, he had never gotten a chance to taste any sort of alcohol before. Then he remembered his Uncle’s words that echoed inside his head: “And help yourself to anything you like!” Thomas got a devious grin on his face. Well his Uncle did say he could help himself to whatever he liked.

   Thomas popped the cork off the top of the flask, and gurgled down a few sips of the liquor. It was incredibly strong tasting, and stung Tom’s throat a little before he got used to it. It was sweet yet tangy, and held a heavy aftertaste of that sweetness. Tom fell in love with the liquor and continued to guzzle down more and more non-stop. Tom bumped the flask on the bottom a couple of times to get those few last drops before he rested the bottle of the floor. He could feel himself growing dizzy as his vision began to blur in and out. Tom could hear himself giggling, as he stood up and stumbled across the floor picking up the yellow gloves and pink cloth. He stumbled out into the hallway, and made his downstairs into the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen Tom stopped in his tracks and bent over as vomit burst out of his mouth all over the floor.

   “Whoopsy daisy,” Tom mumbled to himself, as he walked over to the sink to soak the wash cloth.

   He struggled to hold himself up while dampening the cloth, and ended up falling into the sink getting his shirt completely soaked. Tom turned off the water, and yanked off his shirt. Now what was he going to do? Tom figured he’d just suck it up and clean the puke off the floor as he was. He could take a shower afterwards anyways.

   Thomas flopped over onto the floor awkwardly positioning himself on his arms and legs. He took the cloth and slowly began to wipe back and forth trying to clean as much of the puke as he could.

   As Thomas did this he couldn’t help but feel his weight beginning to shift, or at least he thought it was. He shook it off a moment later though, it was probably just from the liquor. However, this was not the case as Tom hadn’t noticed he’d shrunk down a foot in size. His arms and legs were beginning to shorten as well, and was followed by the shrinkage of his hands and feet. Being too drunk to notice though, Thomas just continued to wipe away at the floor.

   You would think that he would’ve picked up on the changes as his hair grew out flowing down to his shoulders, but even this didn’t catch Tom’s attention. He appeared to be in somewhat of a trance as he cleaned the floor. Changes continued to manifest all over Tom’s body as he continued to wipe down the floor. Soft snaps and cracks popped off up and down Tom’s body starting with his face. Tom squinted trying to ignore the pain, once again he convinced himself it was just the alcohol tricking him. However, this was evidently not the case, as many of his facial features had shrunk down. With a cute nose, plump tender lips, a smooth jawline, rosy cheeks, and two beautiful round eyes, Tom had the face of a beautiful trophy wife that gave off a gaze shouting “bimbo”!

   Not only did his face completely alter, but his long hair had appeared to magically lift itself up, tying itself into a big gold bow. This was the least of Tom’s worries, while he was still trapped in his cleaning trance. His body’s entire framework had begun to drastically shift as well. Tom’s body wiggled back and forth as major snaps went off like a firecracker. His shoulders rounded off with his back-snapping inwards forcing him to awkwardly push his butt out into the air. Tom’s stomach snapped inwards as well, as his entire body fluctuated. All his muscle seemed to magically vanish from his body while new fat pushed Tom’s upper chest and hips out giving him a slender figure eight figure. His pants and boxers were barely hanging on as he swung his hips back and forth as he continued to clean.

   Once again Tom’s body shrunk even more, but instead it was only his torso that shrunk down. His legs on the other hand had stretched out a few more inches making them incredibly long and thin. Tom’s pants and boxes fell around his knees, now leaving himself exposed on the kitchen floor.

   What was next? Well that irritating body hair had to go, and so it did. All of it appeared to evaporate from Tom’s body without any rhyme or reason. Even tom’s stubble had vanished as well leaving him with beautifully smooth skin. Not only this, but it began to glow as it turned from a pale tone to a vibrant peachy tone.

   “What the fuck?” Tom yelled, finally snapping out of his trance.

               He immediately stopped wiping the floor, and stood up straight with his dick flopping back and forth. He looked down at his horrendously misshapen body, and began to panic. He had no idea what had happened, and what to do. It was too late at this point for him to do anything though. As he continued to scream in hysteria his voice only began to grow higher and higher in pitch until he was left a sweet and tender southern accent.

               “What in tarnation? Tom spoke, grasping his neck. “What in the hay is going on here?”

               Tom wrapped his delicate hands around his smooth waist, as he felt something begin to stir up in his thighs and hips.

               “Oh, sweet mama…” Tom cooed, as he felt his thighs begin to push out.

               Tom’s thighs swelled up like water balloons, as they jiggled outward. This only continued up to Tom’s hips pushed out even further, Tom quickly grasped his bottom as he felt it bubble out. It was soft as a pillow. Tom’s attention was quickly brought back up to his chest as he realized his nipples were enlarging. He poked one with his little slender fingers and shuddered at how sensitive they were.

               Tom immediately grabbed his chest a moment later when he felt it begin to push out. He tried to hold it back, but the pressure built up too much for him to hold back. Two breasts shot out of his chest, causing Tom to fall backwards onto his bottom. Tom’s eyes widened feeling the final change begin to occur.

               He watched himself in disbelief as his manhood began to slowly shrivel up and curl into his body. For a moment his groin was bare, but she shrieked a moment later when she felt her inwards begin to move around forcing her to stretch her body around as well. Suddenly her groin ripped open forming into a moist pussy that oozed with sexual juices.

               Tom breathed heavily in and out for a few minutes before she could come to terms with her new body. She stood up and studied her new figure. She walked over into the bathroom looking up and down her sexy body in awe.

               “Damn, I got some sweet little bunnies, don’t I?” Tom said, squeezing her two little breasts.

               She began to moan as she encircled her nipples with her fingers. Tom snapped out of it though, she needed to find a way to get back to her normal self. She tried to think about what to she could do, and then she remembered the liquor. Tom booked it upstairs into Reese’s room, and grabbed the flask, but there was nothing left in it. She panicked, and began to dig through the large pile of cleaning supplies to find anything she could use, but all was loss.

               Tom fell onto her knees and sniffled. She didn’t want this, why did this happen? How did this happen? She pondered how she would go on. What would her parents think? What would– SLAM! The front door came flying open. Tom nearly shrieked, but kept her cool. She quickly got up, and scrambled around the room for a place to hide. There weren’t any good hiding spots though.

               “Tommy?” Sherman yelled, from downstairs.

               Tom panicked, there was no way she could let Sherman see her like this. And to top it all off if he found out about the liquor she’d be in deeper trouble. Her parents were incredibly strict about drinking, and even one sip could’ve led to them disowning Tom. She ran around the room, but then spotted something interesting. It was a picture of Reese on the side of the bed with her friends, but looking closer Tom realized she looked exactly like her. That liquor had turned Tom into Reese!

               Tom didn’t know how to coop with this, but she had to think fast as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Tom then had a brainstorm. She ran over and picked up Reese’s clothes. She slipped on the panties, bra, shorts, crop top, and boots. If she could pretend to be Reese for long enough she could get out of the house, and find some other way to change back on her own to avoid any trouble with her family.

               The door came flying open and Sherman stepped inside staring down Tom.

               “Reese?” Sherman said. “I thought you had to head out to your father’s funeral?”

               “Umm,” Tom stuttered, trying to think, “Well you see… I umm… forgot my… err…”

               “Is there something you aren’t telling me Reese?”

               “Umm… ugh… fine. I just wanted to… come back home… it was too much for me?”

               “Reese, are you feeling ok?”

               “Well umm…. wait, yeah I’m not feeling well… that’s why I came home!”

               “I see, well I assume you’ll be heading home soon?”

               “Yes, I need to be on my way. So, I’ll just be going.”

               Tom sped across the room about to make her way out into the hallway when Sherman replied.

               “Wait, how about you just stay here!” Sherman exclaimed. “I mean I really wouldn’t want you to be alone while your father just passed away. You should really stay Reese. Besides I believe it’s been a while since we last enjoyed each other’s company.”

               “Umm… well I really need to go,” Tom stuttered, but Sherman grabbed her and dragged her back into the room.

               “No, I won’t let you Reese! I insist you stay here with me tonight. I can’t help but feel awful leaving you alone at a time like this. It’s too awful to think about you being alone.”

               “Please no.”

               Sherman had clearly already made up his mind as he decided he would make soup for the both as he left the room and made his way down to the kitchen. Tom needed to get out of there and fast. She ran for the door, but was stopped by it slamming her in the face as Sherman came back in knocking Tom onto the floor.

               “Oh dear!” Sherman said, dropping a blanket rushing to help Tom onto Reese’s bed. “You really must sit down Reese.”

               “No…” Tom muttered, but she was too weak to move.

               “There, there Reese,” Sherman said, patting Tom on the head with her body propped up against his while sitting on the bed. “It’s been a while since we last got to sit down together alone and just talk.”

               “Ugh… I just…”

               “No, please Reese rest your head.”

               “Mmm…”

               Tom let her hand down trying to hold herself up, but it fell right on Sherman’s crotch where she could feel Sherman’s dick. Not realizing what it was she squeezed it softly. Tom could feel blood rush to her head as she grew drowsy due to the door hitting her. It was almost like she was getting drunk again. She could hear muttering, but couldn’t make out what Sherman was saying. She muttered herself without thinking about what she was saying. Suddenly she felt herself fall over onto the bed.

               Tom looked up to see Sherman stripping himself of his clothing revealing his rather tight and muscly body. She tried to move, but to no avail. Besides Sherman looked kind of sexy. Tom’s mind grew ever woozier until she was unable to think at all. All she saw was a sexy man in front of her. She rubbed her head sitting up where Sherman grasped her crop top and unbuttoned it to reveal her lacy bra which nicely cupped her little breasts.

               “Love me Reese!” Sherman exclaimed.

               “Mmm… Yes!” Tom replied, completely out of it.

               Tom undid her bra to reveal her breasts, as Sherman lunged at her. Both brought their lips together beginning to make-out passionately on the bed. Tom could feel herself grow wet down below as they smacked their mouths together. Sherman gently stroked Tom’s breasts which only added onto the immense pleasure she was experiencing. She couldn’t hold it in any longer as she felt a burst of juices flood into her panties. Sherman picked up on this yanking down Tom’s shorts and panties to reveal her juicy sticky pussy which was wide open ready to be taken advantage of.

               “Fill me,” Tom mumbled, in erotic raunchy tone.

               She instinctively grabbed Sherman’s cock which she brought down to her pussy, and gave Sherman a wink. Sherman took pride in ramming his cock up into Tom, as Tom began to shriek of pleasure. Each time Sherman pumped his cock inside Tom, Tom felt an explosion of pleasure shock her entire body as she let out a long moan.

               Sweat and cum flew around the couple as they continued to make passionate love throughout the night, until they both eventually passed out. Tom woke up fearing Sherman move around her in the morning.

               “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” Sherman teased, caressing Tom’s slit.

               Tom couldn’t recall where she was and who she was, all she could remember is that she loved Sherman, and… oh yeah! She was his beloved trophy wife Reese!

               “Hey baby,” Reese said, pulling Sherman down for a long-wet kiss. “Mmm… you’re too good to me baby.”

               “Well you’re all worth it doll.”

               “How about you take a shower, and I’ll go get you some breakfast once I’m finished cleaning up in here big boy.”

               “Sounds good my little bunny-boo.”

               Sherman left the room leaving Reese alone to herself. She smiled looking down at herself which was covered in loads of cum. She bent over using her flexibility to her advantage as she began to lick cum off from her stomach, and then her thighs.

               Reese had quite a bit of cleaning up to do.

What Love Is // Kim Namjoon

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the prompt: can I request a rap monster au based off of the song iRobot by Jon Bellion? Where maybe you and him are both robots trying to become human again?

words: 1279

category: sci-fi + song rec

author note: i actually fell in love with this song when i listened to it and it does seem to make one think of namjoon. this isn’t so much of a romance scenario as a thriller(?) scenario but i worked hard on it and i rlly like it. hope you do too.

- destinee

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Unexpected Babysitter

A/N: THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A PART OF THE DRABBLE GAME BUT IT IS WAYYYY TOO LONG TO BE A DRABBLE SO HERE’S A FIC! (drabble game is still going,,, i just got carried away)

Warnings: like one or two cuss words, fluff, mention of naked babies and netflix

Request:  Can you do a Philip Ham x reader where phil is babysitting his siblings and calls his hest friend (reader) to come help him becauwe she’s real good with children. She comes and is really good at everything and the kids love her. So then one of the kids sets em up and they kiss and fluff.

Pairing: Philip Hamilton X Reader

Word Count: 2,012 (when i said i got carried away, i meant it. This is my longest fic jesus)

AU: Modern


You began to make tea for yourself, breathing in the scent of the amazing warm liquid. Walking to the sofa, you began to set up Netflix on the TV. Seconds before you pressed play on your favorite TV show, your best friend Philip Hamilton began calling you.

You felt butterlies in the depth of your stomach at his contact on your phone. His contact picture was of you and him at Disneyland, side by side. That was the day you realized that you loved your best friend, Philip. Although, he would never reciprocate. Or so you thought.

You shook your thoughts away and answered the phone, bringing it up to your ear. The first thing you heard were little kids, Philip’s siblings, yelling incoherently. You heard small feet on the other line hitting the floor as they ran. You heard Philip yell, “William, put your pants back on!” You chuckled into the phone as Philip continued to yell at his youngest brother, William.

When Philip finally realized that you had answered he tried to act cool. “Oh. Hey Y/N.” He said calmly before huffing at soemthing the children did.

“What the hell is going on?” You giggled as Philip groaned.

“My parents are on a date. And they left me with the kids. It’s a horror show to say the least.” He rambled quickly. You sighed and walked into the kitchen, placing your tea in the sink.

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Eric calming the baby

You really didn’t want to get up to calm the baby right now. It was so early you could barely open your eyes. “Eric could you please go see what’s wrong with the baby?”, you ask your husband. There was no answer. You role over and see that he isn’t there. Confused, you get up and go check on the baby yourself. You make it to the door of the nursery and look in.
Eric was standing, trying to rock the baby in his arms. The baby didn’t shush at all. “Please please quiet down. Your mommy’s gonna come in here and kill us both.”,he says to the baby. You laugh to yourself and go to help Eric. “I’m so sorry (Y/N). The baby’s only a few months old and already hates me.”, he says. You take the baby from his arms and slowly move back and forth, softly shushing the baby. You wipe the tears from the baby’s cheeks and look over at Eric. “Well of course the baby stops when you do it!”, he whispered.
You could tell he was extremely frustrated. “I’m sorry. I suck at being a dad.”, he apologizes. “That’s not true. Hold out your arms.”, you tell him. He does so and you move the baby from your arms to his. You position his hands correctly. He looks down at the baby and softly smiles. “Do you think I’m a good dad?”, he asks the baby. The baby responds with a smile and laughter. “See? Even the baby says you’re a good dad.”, you joke.
“Eric, you don’t need to stress it. You’re a great dad. And a great husband.”, you kiss his cheek. He glances at you and smiles. The baby was asleep now. Eric takes a deep breath and gently lays the baby down in the bassinet. The baby continues to sleep without a sound. “I did it!”, Eric whispers. He looked at you with tired, but excited eyes. “Yes, yes you did. Now let’s sleep while we can.”, you smile, pecking his lips. He crashes onto the bed and you curl up beside him.

Imagine you, a Slytherin misplaced, falling for Draco who embodies all that you stand against.

You’re studying, peacefully, in the common room that doesn’t feel like yours. A sudden drawl teases your attention from your book, to the face of a pale blond.  “Falling asleep again, are we?” He condescends. “Not quite,” your laugh feels small, you don’t know it, but you’re blushing at the sight of him. “Maybe you can help me, actually…” you proceed to ask him a question about your homework, he seems almost flattered that you asked him. The prefect boy takes a seat beside you and begins to look over your paper.

“You’ve got it all right, except this one…” he said, bending over it and taking your quill from your hand. The skin of your fingers burns where he grazes it. You want to kick yourself for feeling this way. You know Draco’s family is full of Death Eaters, but so are yours…You’re the outcast of your family, the one they associate with out of tradition, not out of love. Still, there’s something about him that begs to be redeemed…

 Once you finish your homework there is a moment that everything seems to slow. You’re alone in the common room. He looks at you, “You’ve got something,” he motions with his finger toward your cheek, signifying that there is a smudge of fresh quill ink that you’ve accidentally swiped toward your temple. You reach up to try to wipe the mystery smudge off, 

“no it’s…” he gestures again. The back-and-forth is annoying so you bravely give up and say “Just get it”, leaning toward him.

You present your cheek and his pale, gentle fingers reached out for it. When they make contact with your skin you feel a spark beneath them. His thumb swipes twice over your cheekbone, his fingertips are barely resting beneath your jaw. He pauses.

Everything is still for a brief, shining moment. You take in a shaking breath. His fingers are still there, though your cheek is clean. Why hasn’t he taken his hand away? You move only your eyes to look up at him, fearing that if you move too abruptly he will take his hand away. You feel his thumb brush your cheek again as it moves backwards towards your hair. His fingertips reach for the back of your neck and you gasp. His fingers close in on the nape of your neck, your hair is weaving through his long fingers. Instinctively, your eyes flutter shut. You can’t feel any of the animosity you felt towards him in the past. You can’t feel anything but those fingers, threatening to pull a soft moan from your lips. 

Then, like some cruel trick, his hand falls from your skin. It’s still intwined in your hair. You watch that hair run through his fingers like a conveyor belt and when it runs out, heat and dizziness fills your head. Had there been anything on your cheek at all? Was this some sort of cruel joke? 

You bravely raise your eyes to his again, to your surprise he looks just as confused as you are. His hand stills hovers in the air between the two of you. His eyes looked as if he realized something that made him suddenly need to stop. You knew what this could be about. He is stopping himself. He isn’t sure where your loyalties lie, he can’t risk bringing somebody else into the war he knows is coming, not if they won’t be fighting alongside him. You being a Slytherin is not enough proof for him to justify acting on this animalistic urge to kiss you. 

You feel sick. “I’ll see you tomorrow—“ you stammer, breathless. You gather your books. A great deal of dread and misery begins to soften your stance. Your heart withers as you tear out of the room.

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#8 and the pairing of your choice?

holding hands

In spite of all the delicious, filthy things he and Alexander did together, George could not help but treasure the rare times he was permitted to do innocent things most people would allow far earlier and more often.

Alexander was not like most people.

While he was glad to go down on his knees and take George’s cock in his mouth almost anywhere or anytime, he bristled at a supporting hand on his shoulder or lower back.  

Holding hands, a staple of almost all relationships George had ever heard of, was verboten.

Even after six months of stealing away moments and hours, Alexander always tugged his hand away whenever George got up the courage to reach for it.

Apparently that reticence went out the window the moment George acquired a fever. That, or he was hallucinating a version of his lover that did not flinch away from benign affection. But George did not think he could construct what that warm palm felt like, laced in his own, squeezing just a little too tight while he groaned and writhed on the bed in the polar opposite of pleasure.

Then, a cool rag graced his forehead, wiping back and forth, the thumb of Alexander’s hand tracing circles on his palm in rhythm with the motion of the blessed cold.

“You’re going to be alright, sir.”

He had never heard Alexander more confident. It was reassurance and order all at once, and George knew that his fever would break in deference. In the meantime, he squeezed his beloved’s hand, and felt grateful for the privilege.

Excessive (Harry Mini Oneshot)

A/N: Sooooo remember that post from dirtsbag about making Harry cum so hard he cries? Welp…

You’re still straddling Harry after just riding him like you stole something, and it’s the third time you’ve fucked tonight since he came home from months away on tour. Things always get steamy right away when he gets home, but he had been particularly insatiable tonight, continuing to suck and swirl his tongue over your nipples afterward and heading right back down between your legs to lick you clean of your juices and his own cum leaking out of you. You had only been asleep for what felt like a few minutes before Harry was at it again, rousing you from your slumber with his hand cupping and squeezing your heat and his hips pushing his hardening cock against your ass.

So you’re shocked to say the least when you crawl off him and settle down next to him, fighting back a yawn only to see Harry propped up on his elbows and fixing you with a peculiar look.

“What?”

“I’m still hard.” He says, still a bit breathless, giving a pointed look down his body.

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