she looked so pretty with this hair

Halloween

Summary: Nat and Wanda trick you into going to a Halloween party at the Stark Tower.

Warnings: smut- oral (receiving), penetration; fluff

A/N: Wrote this to get out of my writer’s block. I hope you like it!


“Fuck!” Nat yanked the strings tighter and you gasped for air. “I know I wanted to wear a corset for Halloween but-”

“Authentication is the key.” She helped you straighten. “And look at how great your breasts look.” 

“They do look pretty great.” You admired yourself in the mirror, running your hands down your torso and enjoying the feeling of the leather under your fingertips. “So…are you finally going to tell me who’s going to be at this party?”

“Nope, it’s a secret.” Nat chuckled as she adjusted her hair and makeup. “Don’t worry, you’re going to have fun.”

“You’re in for some serious hell if you’re lying to me.” You pointed at her and slipped into your leggings. “Why do I have to be a sexy cat? Why can’t I be like Victorian royalty?” 

“Because last time you were drunk you let it slip that you’ve always wanted to dress up as one.” Wanda slipped into the room grinning. “I told Nat and she helped me get the costume, now let’s go.” 

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That’s My Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 978

This is just something I wanted to write based on “My Girl” by Dylan Scott.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send in an ask.
A/N2: “Our Girl” requested are still very much open.



Jensen’s Point Of View

           I walked down the stairs of the house and heard Y/N’s voice coming from the living room. I didn’t know what she was doing up so early. She rarely got out of bed before me; she liked to cuddle as long as possible.

           When I walked into the room, I saw her sitting on the couch, her legs under her as she talked on the phone. She hadn’t gotten her makeup on or her hair done yet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

She looks so pretty with no makeup on

You should hear her talkin’ to her momma on phone 

           “We’re doing great, Mama,” Y/N said, her Texan draw coming out full force as she talked to her mom. I loved it, “Yeah. He’s still taking good care of me. He just walked down the stairs actually.”

           I grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Hi, Mom,” I said into her phone.

           “Mama says hi,” she said, “We have the day off today,” she told her mom, “Probably just relax. We don’t get to do that enough.”

           I walked into the kitchen to see what I could find for breakfast while Y/N ended the conversation with her mom.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.