the shower was so hot

Dating Jason Todd would include

Dating Jason Todd would include:

- Riding his motorcycle (and other things of his ;)) if you feel me)

- Listening to each other rant

- Calming him down if he has a nightmare, and him calming you down

- Him being jealous and overprotective.

- Cuddling, like, all the time

- Watching random shows like Catfish and Cake Boss

- Him making up random anniversaries so you can have celebratory sex;

- “Babe you know it’s been 8 months since we went to get ice cream for the first time let’s have sex,”

- “Shut up Jason.”

- He’s really strong so he’ll try and do everything for you

- Him bragging about how cool he is

- But then admitting you’re cooler

- Treating to his wounds

- Admitting that Batman is hot

- Regretting it ;)

- Reassuring him that he could beat up Dick Grayson and Tim Drake if he wanted too

- Learning how to patch up his leather jackets

- Running your hands through his hair because it’s so pretty

- He dislikes having prescribed drugs in the house because he’s scared of losing you, just like his mom.

- Him dislike you, or anyone, calling him a “joker”.

- Hugging from behind - from both of you

- Lips grinning against your neck

- stubble Stubble STUBBLE

- Convincing him to be a feminist

- But he’s kinda a fuckboy (let’s be real)

- Eating lots of food, all the time

- Having a favorite show that you can’t miss - probably something like Criminal Minds or CSI - maybe even Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

- Learning to love the fact that he smells like blood, leather, sex and cigarette smoke, with a hint of vanilla

- He’s so tough but a softy, only when you’re really alone

- He’s very independent, but he always comes to you for advice

- And if he doesn’t, it’ll probably go wrong

- Him using so much hot water in the shower, and then when you complain, he offers to shower together

- Him acting out/wanting, maybe trying to leave if you get bossy

- Him coming back with his sheepish smile you adore

- He gets really angry sometimes, but you always calm him down with hugs from behind, running your hands through his hair or even neck/temple kisses

- Him giving you tips on which part of the town is safest

- Buys you period stuff, which most boyfriends would cringe at, without giving a hot damn.

- Never hitting you, no matter how angry.

- His catchphrase being ‘ahahah then what’

- “Baby your eyes are as blue as the ocean, and I’m lost out at sea”

“Jason my eyes aren’t blue shut up”

- Rough kisses, lip biting

- Hella tons of PDA

- Causing a lil’ mischief together

- Breaking up because he’s scared that you’ll get hurt;

- Then making up because he simply can’t live without you

harry potter rated by how often harry bathes
  • philosopher's stone: no baths/showers. mentions a cozy fire feeling like a hot bath so must have bathed at least once in his life. wipes out a troll in the bathroom so that's something. 2/10.
  • chamber of secrets: the dursleys let him out to use the bathroom twice a day, we can assume he cleanses occasionally here. spends most of the book in a bathroom doing many things except bathing. 5/10.
  • prisoner of azkaban: no baths. a filthy year for the young wizard. 0/10.
  • goblet of fire: one of the tents at the quidditch world cup has a birdbath. perhaps harry bathed in that but it isn't specified. has a bath! a bubble bath! an important occasion. 9/10.
  • order of the phoenix: possibly bathes at the dursleys. droplets of grawp's blood are said to shower upon him. probably the closest he came to bathing that year. 4/10.
  • half blood prince: no baths. poor ginny. 0/10.
  • deathly hallows: sits on the edge of a bath. probably doesn't know what it's for. 1/10.
Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784

Y/N, we scheduled this so many times and you’re still late.

“Don’t worry, sweetpie, I’ll be there. I just need to take a shower. I’m sure Elena will get if I’m little bit late.”

“You have exactly thirty minutes to be here.”

“That’s more than enough.”

Be here!

“Bye, Damon!”

It was Elena’s eighteen birthday and everyone was buzzing about it, since Damon had been working very hard to throw her a surprise party. Of course you loved helping him organize everything, but, heck, sometimes he was so freaking annoying you thought about murdering him in a very slow pace, so he would suffer more. Like today, you spent the whole afternoon alongside Caroline and Bonnie trying to find a great dress for Elena to wear tonight, as the vampire asked, and he calls you to tell you are late. “Well, guess why I’m late, sucker”, you thought, letting out a huff.

You took a deep breath and went upstairs, back to your bedroom. You left the pair of bags you brought from your shopping by the door and started undressing, very swiftly and leaving a small mess to deal with later. You went to your closet, picking up Elena’s gift and your ravishing blue dress. As you placed them in the bed, you thought if you were not already taken, God, you would make a mess in that baby. You chuckled and bit your lower lip, remembering the last time you had seen your boyfriend. The way he touched your body and kissed your lips. One of these days that man would drive you completely insane.

“Missing me, love?” A deep voice said, making you jump out of fear.

“Klaus! Can’t you knock?”

“Well, I didn’t think I needed.”

“Of course you have to. I could be…”

“If you’re going to say naked, don’t forget you already are.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me hug? And a few kisses too?”

You smiled, rushing to his arms and enjoying the kind of warmth only his hugs could provide.  His arms wrapped your body and squeezed you against his chest, which made you sigh, closing your eyes, and feel overwhelmigly satisfied by his presence.

About six months ago, you and Klaus Mikaelson began dating. The first couple of months, both of you thought it would be best if nobody knew. Especially because he had just tried to kill Elena and murdered Jenna. You were perfectly aware you should hate him for every single bad thing he had done, but you could not help it. The Original Hybrid had stolen your heart for good.

Eventually, your friends found out about your relationship. It was brutal, for they did not want to accept the fact you were in love with their enemy. Damon thought you were compelled, so Klaus could use you as leverage, and he convinced the others to lock you up. Just to buy enough time for Bonnie to find a spell that could release you from the compulsion. Obviously nothing worked, for you were not under any kind of magic. You just loved him.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Taking care of some things. Don’t worry about that. Now, are you trying to tease me?”

“Why?” Suddenly you noticed your lack of clothes and blushed. “Oh!”

“You don’t have to be shy, love, I told you I love your body by all means.”


He slowly touched your form, making your skin burn at any place his hands reached. You gasped and put your own hands on his shoulders, pushing him off a little.

“I, um, we can’t do that now, Nik.”

“Why not?” He questioned, nuzzling on your neck.

A small moan escaped your lips and you mentally cursed yourself.

“I have to go to Elena’s birthday party.”

“Can’t you be just a little bit late?” His hot breath on your neck made you bit your lip several times, as a way to hold the sounds that insisted to come out.

“Only if I want Damon to rip my heart out.” He stood straight and looked at me, frowning. “It’s just an expression, Nik, he’s not going to literally rip my heart out.”

“Only if he wanted me to kill him so slowly he would beg for his death.”

“Oh God, you’re so sexy when you’re playing tough.” You chuckled. “I have to hit the shower now, darling. I’ll be right back.”

You pecked his lips and went off to the bathroom. The sight of the cosy bathtub made you let out a frustrated grunt, for you did not have time to enjoy an actual bath. Shaking your head, you put your hair up, so it would not get wet. Finally, you started the showering process. The water was so deliciously hot, you saw yourself almost numb out of relaxation.

“You look so good in there, love.” You smirked and glanced over him, rubbing your body with a sponge.


“Of course.” Klaus walked slowly towards the glass made doors. “Although it gets me wishing you needed my help.”

“I believe I do. I mean, you can rub my back, right?”

He nodded and you opened one of the doors pulling him in for a kiss. Klaus let out a genuine laugh, after he saw how wet his clothes got. The Hybrid striped, quickly, and soon enough he joined you. His large hands firmly placed on your hips, squeezing strongly and making you moan instantaneously. He cornered you against the fogged up glass and made his way to your neck, kissing the delicate skin, his tongue swirling around and playing with your sensations.

“Oh, Klaus!”

“I love when you call me in that tone.” The Mikaelson stated, speaking against your skin. “Can you scream my name, babe?”

“Only if you make me.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

Klaus cupped your breasts, using his thumbs to stroke your nipples. A small gasp crawled out your lips. He smiled and kept descending, his hands slowly massaging your waist, hips, until he finally got down on his knees, finding a throbbing core which desperately needed a touch. If you were wearing any panties, they would be soaked by now. That man knew exactly what to do to get you wet.

“Please, Nik.” You hissed, feeling your breath become more and more irregular.

His blue eyes looked up, finding yours. You could see the mischief within. Klaus always had a way on making you crazy, this would not be the first time. His hands squeezed the inside of your thighs and you involuntarily gulped.

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“I want you to eat me out.”

“How badly do you want me to?”

“I’m dripping, so I’d have to say pretty badly.”

Klaus chuckled and placed a single kiss in your pulsating clit, which sent shivers down your spine. You moaned, thrusting your hips against his face, claiming for more. It did not take long for him to be kitten licking your vibrating core. You arched your back, feeling his tongue against the soft skin and groaning out loud.


“I want to hear my name, love.”

“Come on, Nik, don’t stop!”

Klaus stood up and kiss your lips softly. His hand, though, kept working on your swollen nub, circling small figure eights on it. You sighed against his plump lips and he took that as a sign he could move forward.

“Shit.” You wrapped your arms on his shoulders, as he lifted one of your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Klaus, don’t do this to me, just…”

The hybrid did not allow you to finish the sentence, giving you a sharp thrust. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening the grip on your thigh. The pleasure he provided was immeasurable. You gasped, screwing your eyes shut.

“Oh, my… Klaus!”

“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me.” His voice was merely a hiss.

The only sound that could be heard at the bathroom was skin clapping skin. You desperately tried to breath, though only a couple of strangled moans came out. Luckily enough Klaus was holding you, otherwise you would fall off on the floor.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whispered.

Klaus sunk his head onto your neck, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. His thrusts so fast and hard on you that you were sure the next morning you would be sore. It felt so good, though. You stuck your fingers on his curls, pulling it a little and feeling the tension building up on your stomach. Somehow the original managed to find a sweet spot inside of you, it barely touched, but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. Your toes curled up and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh, God, Klaus!” You yelled, seeing some colourful dots on your sight. The pleasure fulfilling you completely.

His thrusts became more sloppy and you knew he was close too. As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you clenched your walls even more harder around his length.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Klaus grunted. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside my pretty pussy?” You teased and he growled, nodding.

“Yes, right inside your pretty pussy.”

You felt his grip around your waist and thigh increase, realising, also by his moan, he had had his orgasm as well. When Klaus’ breathing came back to normal, he kissed you and giggled.

“I guess you will be late after all.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it.” He let go of your leg and you felt like you had no strength to stand up by yourself.

“Well, obviously you still need my help.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, my legs are just a little bit weak. I’ll be fine.”

“I think a fucked you too hard.”

“You did, actually. But I liked, so don’t worry about it.” Klaus nodded, smirking.

He turn off the water and came back to pick you up, bridal style.

“Oh, look, my hair is ruined! I’ll have to fix this and Damon will kill me for being awfully late!”

“Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Nah, just give me my phone and I’ll face the beast myself.”

As Klaus placed you gently on the bed, throwing a fluffy towel later, and going off to find your phone, you could not be more thrilled to be with him. Unlike what everyone said about him, he was, without a doubt, a complete gentleman. Also a caring and lovable person. You just had to go through his shell, to get to know the real Niklaus Mikaelson. Among other reasons, heck, you could not help but be in love with him.

When you’re mid shower and remember that tonight is the season finale so you run naked through the house so you don’t miss anything


you ever think about how they had that first discussion at the end of ep 49 when taako was like… COVERED in desert. like the dude didn’t even have time to shower, and then there’s this guy in front of him that is so hot taako would let his ass get reaped to reap that ass.

and kravitz is STILL deliriously hot. and taako is just COVERED in dirt. just fought a purple worm. probably would be internally screaming at the situation if he wasn’t ready to pass out. so he’s just internally sighing because of Course this is how it happens. of fucking course.

still gets that shit though!! fuck yeah!! gay icon

Wolfstar Imagine

Remus always humming along to songs and cheerily singing despite the fact he can’t sing in the slightest. He does have a knack for piano, though, and also a soft spot for classical music.

Sirius isn’t really much of a singer, even though he’s alway playing music (Queen in particular) and it’s not until one night when the marauders get drunk and attempt karaoke (debatably the YMCA) that they discover he is actually an amazing singer. Sometimes he’ll walk in a room and spontaneously start singing a the top of his lungs.

They both sing in the shower when they think no one’s listening, but have ended up on many occasions with a disgruntled James Potter banging on the door.

(My best friend @moony-bo-boony actually came up with the idea for this, but I thought I’d expand on it)

Almond Joy (Suprise Dogsitting)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word count:1851

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Clearly I’m not the best at choosing titles, but I hope that doesn’t deter anyone from reading this! Hope you enjoy :) Oh and there will be multiple parts!

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It had only been a few days into the spring. Spring excited you because it meant a new beginning of life, which comes along with new goals and new experiences. You checked your list of goals for the year. At the top was the typical “get in shape”. 

Since most people’s resolutions were too broad, they usually did not last. So, you listed that you would go for a jog for at least half an hour every morning and substitute unhealthy food for healthier ones, such as eating wheat bread instead of white bread or granola bars instead of chips. This was supposed to start at the beginning of the year, but you had forgotten to and ended up putting it off towards spring time.

You were on spring break, so you did not have to worry about school interfering with your schedule. With the free time that you had, you got up whenever you woke up to exercise. Had it been the school year, you would have jogged 6 am every morning since you had a class that started at 8. You jogged into the city and returned to your apartment afterwards to continue with the rest of your day. It became a routine that you were fond of. Exercise may not be your strongest suit, but the feeling of satisfaction afterwards was well worth it.

You grabbed your running shoes by the door and headed outside. A few steps down your driveway you realized you had not grabbed a water bottle nor locked the door. You returned inside and took a water bottle from the fridge and locked your front door. It was cold outside. Although you hated the cold, the weather was in your favor; it’s a lot better than running when it’s hot out.

The cold air at first brought goosebumps but then your skin started to release sweat a few minutes into your jogging. Music was blasting through your ears and you imagined yourself in a music video, and the scenery around you played a role in it.

Once you reached the end of the sidewalk, you clicked the pedestrian crossing button. The breeze hit against you as you waited for the red hand to change into a walking person sign. You took a swig of your water and gulped it down.

When the light changed, you continued jog. The hardest part about exercising was getting yourself to begin. Once you began, you pushed yourself until you got tired. The nature got nicer as you kept jogging. Your thoughts were clouded with what you’ll be doing for the rest of the day. After you jog and shower, you had nothing planned for the rest of the day. The idea of messaging a friend popped in your head so you mentally noted to do so when you got back home.

You glanced down at your timer. It had been seventeen minutes out of the thirty. Time flew by. Transitioning from a slow jog to a fast walk, you tried to keep your breathing even. It was time for you to head back towards home. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a large brown dog. It was sniffing the ground. The dog had a dog tag on it, so you figured it had escaped from someone’s house.

The music was still playing in your headphones so you paused it. You called it over and it looked at you, but it continued to sniff the sidewalk. Noticing that you were cutting time into your walk, you went back to your exercise.

The path became bumpier as you moved and you slowed down so you wouldn’t fall. Over your headphones, the sound of barking intensified. You gasped and stopped in your tracks. With a swift turn, you faced the dog you saw earlier.

“Oh my gosh doggy, you nearly scared me,” you looked around to see if the dog was truly alone, and it was. There were no homes around for you to take the dog to “Want to come home with me?”

It just stood there, wagging its tail. In order to see if the dog planned on following you, you took a few slow steps. It followed you.

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me, with a face mask on: i’m doing this for lance……..

Cuddle OTP Prompts

Cuddle Prompts requested by @worldofwhut

 I hope you like them!!

- A cuddles up to B and runs their fingers through their soft hair while A nods off to sleep

- A nuzzles into B’s neck whenever they hug

- A climbs into bed with B and wraps their arms around them, and B scoots closer to them and kisses them before going back to sleep

- B is paranoid because they just watched a scary movie and A cuddles with them until B falls asleep

- B always comes up behind A when they are cooking and wraps their arms around them while they kiss their neck, A can’t help but smile and lean into B

- A and B both want to cuddle but since it’s too hot, they both jump into a cold shower just so they can cuddle for warmth after

- A and B get stuck on the side of the road because of the snowstorm and they cuddle for warmth in the back seat

- A can’t fall asleep unless B cuddles them because A is prone to nightmares

- When ever they watch a movie A and B can’t help but cuddle and hold hands while playfully feeding each other popcorn

- A always wants to be held by B because they feel safe in B’s arms

- A likes to rest their head on B’s chest because they like the sound of their heart beat

- A nuzzles into B’s neck and kisses their cheek whenever they both get into bed before they cuddle until they fall asleep

- A falls asleep while cuddling with B and B brings them to their bed, but A wakes up and tells them they better get their ass in bed and cuddle them some more

- A is sad and B cuddles them and whispers how much they love A in their ear

- A and B are cuddling and A keeps whispering to B the worst possible puns, but since A has their arms playfully wrapped around B, B can’t escape from their awful puns and B is dying laughing at how corny they are


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Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 598

Warnings: talks of depression, maybe some self doubt, angst, pinch of fluff


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Summary: Based on this request by @diving-down-to-wonderland

Hey doll :) I wanted to ask for an imagine where you’re Buck’s girlfriend but are also a bit shy. One time you visit him after work (you work at a Little cafe) and surprise him in his Apartment in the Tower just as he Comes out of the shower. You’re flustered at first and turn around but he Comes and hugs you. Then you tell him you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to him and he’s all gentle that night and later you cuddle :) and also something with his metal arm if you like hihi Thanks❤️❤

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/MODERATE SMUT. Word count: 1,749

TW: sex

A/N: Sorry this request took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last fifteen minutes,” asked your coworker Megan as you leaned on the counter by the espresso machine with a blank stare on your face.

”Oh, sorry Megan, I was just thinking. Slow night tonight, huh?”

“Yeah. You were thinking about Bucky, weren’t you? I can tell by that silly look in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh? I just haven’t gotten to see him much lately with work and all. These evening shifts are killing me,” you explained.

“Look, it’s quiet in here anyway—just go see him! I’ll cover for you,” said Megan as she motioned to the back door. You smiled and took off your barista apron, hanging it on the hook by the door.

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Only Us (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you?(kind of? I don’t know. Fuck it.)

Word Count: 2388

Warning(s): Mean parents, swearing, and slightly sexual remarks.

Additional Notes: Frank Gallagher is a character int the TV show Shameless(it’s amazing please watch it) and he is pretty much always drinking. (Also if you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk)

Part 1

My phone rang loudly as light crept in from the window. Fuck. I thought as my eyes focused on the time on the far wall of my small bedroom. 6:15. I hated school. I groaned getting up turning of my alarm, yawning and stretching. I tugged my short shorts down that I slept in overnight and opened the door walking to the bathroom avoiding the beer bottles that littered the dark carpet. My hand reached for the door before it was yanked open. A middle aged man stood in front of me wearing only his boxers. I shuttered stepping back.

“Who do we have here?” He grinned down at me. I shivered taking another step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked glaring at him fear still gripping me.

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Toddler Care / Dean Winchester


In which reader is hit by a spell which turns her into a toddler and Dean has to take care of her

Word Count: 1,389

A/n: omg this is late i’m so sorry. I haven’t been able to get on a desktop/laptop to post this until now. 

“So, get this,” Sam started, his eyes not leaving his laptop screen. “What’s up?” You asked as you grabbed a fry off of Dean’s plate and dipped it in some ketchup before taking a bite. “Hey, that was my fry.” Dean pouted. You looked at him and smirked. “Not anymore.” You said, swallowing the last bite of the fry. “You suck.” He grumbled. “And you swallow.” Dean choked on his drink and Sam huffed in annoyance. “Guys, can you please be mature for one minute and listen to this?” He asked. “Nope.” You and Dean said in unison and grinned at each other. “So, as I was saying, there’s this town in Wisconsin where people keep dying in abnormal deaths. It says here that one guy burned to death in the shower a day ago.” Dean just looked at Sam. “Okay, so maybe he just took long shower with the water too hot.” He said. “Or maybe, a something  got to him.” You nodded in agreement with Sam. “I agree, we should go check it out.” Dean stood up and threw some money on the table. “Alright, let’s go check it out.”

During the trip to Wisconsin, it was, as always, you sitting in the back seat of the Impala while Sam sat shotgun and Dean drove. You were staring out the window and watched as scenery blurred by, not really paying attention to the songs that were on playing on your playlist. You averted your attention from the scenery to look in the rearview mirror, studying Dean. After a year of consistent flirting, fighting, and hiding feelings for each other, the two of you finally ended up together, thanks for Sam.

It took fifteen hours to get to Wisconsin, and once there, you eagerly jumped out of the Impala, thankful to stretch your legs. “I’ll go get the rooms, you two stay here and watch baby.” Dean said, eyeing you and Sam. “Dean, your car isn’t going anywhere unless you’re driving it.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, watch her.” He mumbled and shot you one last glance at you before winking and walking away.

“Sammy, you stay here and do the research while y/n and I go out and investigate.” Dean said. You playfully glared at him. “What if I wanted to stay and research?” Dean just looked at you. “Since when do you want to do research?” You grinned when you heard Sam sigh. “Never, now let’s go.” You said, grabbing his arm and leaving the room.

“So, who to first?” You asked once the two of you were situated in the car. “I was thinking about going to Casey Finnet first since her husband recently died, then go from there.” Dean said, pulling out of the parking lot. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Dean glanced over at you and his lips twitched up in a smile. “Glad you agree.”

“Hi, Mrs. Finnet. I’m Katherine Lewis and this is my partner, Ashton Daniel.” You introduced, you and Dean flashing your fake F.B.I badges. The lady who stood in front of the door had graying, brown hair and wrinkles around her sad, brown eyes. “If you’re here to ask questions, then please see your way out. I’ve already gone over this with the police one too many times.” She said. “Mrs. Finnet, it’s important that we ask you these questions, we need to know as much information as possible to help you find whoever did this.” Dean said. The old lady looked hesitant, but nodded her head. “Alright, well, come in.” She stepped aside to let you and Dean in.

“Mrs. Finnet, can you tell my partner and I how Mr. Finnet died?” Dean asked. Mrs. Finnet eyed Dean before taking a breath. “There was nothing abnormal about the day he died, everything was the same. James left for work at six, our cleaning lady, Bonnet, came at ten and clean the house, I went to the daily ladies gathering at our church, after that I took our dog out for a walk around the block, and James came home at five and we ate meatloaf for dinner. It was our ordinary day. Except, of course, when he burned in the shower. It was awful, I could hear him screaming and when I got to the door, it wouldn’t open. Only when his screaming stopped the door finally opened. He was unrecognizable, his skin looked like a piece of burnt toast.” She explained. You and Dean shared a quick look. “Mrs. Finnet, would you please tell me where the bathroom is?” You asked. “Of course, dear. It’s up those stairs, the first door on the right.” You smiled at her before turning away and up the stairs. You checked the bathroom first, looking for anything strange. Coming empty handed, you made your way to what seemed to be their bedroom. You thoroughly checked the bedroom, checking the dresser drawers and cringing when you came across one filled with sex toys. You were slowly giving up hope when you opened the last drawer. Bingo. You thought, picking up the tiny, brown bag. You hid it in your shirt before making your way downstairs.

“So, what’d you find out?” Sam asked once you and Dean got back. “They were a sexually active couple.” You grimaced, thinking about the drawer with the sex toys. Dean grinned. “Y/n found a drawer dedicated to sex toys. I told her we should’ve stole them for our own use.” He Sam tried to hide his annoyance. “Okay, anything else?”  You grabbed the hex bag from your pocket and put it on the table. “We’re dealing with a witch.” You said. “Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.” Sam said. “Now, all we have to do is find out who the witch is and gank the son of a bitch.” Dean added. “Oh, and don’t forget about the getting wasted after.” You chimed in. Both brothers rolled their eyes. “Only you, y/n.” Dean chuckled.

Three days and Dean almost getting hexed later, you successfully managed to find the witch. It happened to be Mrs. Finnet,  who had killed him because she found out about an affair that he was having. Now, she had Dean pinned up against the wall and was getting ready to put a spell on him. “Dean, no!” You shouted, jumping in front of him. The next thing you knew, the world became smaller and the witches lifeless body laid on the floor. Sam came into view and he looked at you cautiously before laughing. “Dean, look at her!” He laughed. Now, both brothers came into view and they seemed taller than ever. It was Dean’s turn to burst out laughing. “Guys, can you please stop laughing for one second and tell me why you seem taller than ever.” You wined. There was a split moment where their laughter died down, only to resurface. “You’re so adorable, y/n! With your little legs and your high pitched voice.” Dean giggled. “What are you talking about?” You asked, becoming more and more confused. “Come here,” Dean said, walking over to you. Before you could move, Dean picked you up and propped you on his hip. He brought you over to a mirror and your eyes widened in horror. “The witch must’ve put a spell on you to turn you into a toddler.” Dean smirked. “Well, fucking shit.” You looked the same way, only in a four year old’s body.

“Sam, take her while I call Rowena and ask her about the spell.” Dean demanded, handing you over to Sam. “Just because I’m a little shorter doesn’t mean I’m not capable of standing.” You huffed in annoyance. Dean ignored you as he grabbed his phone and called Rowena. Thankfully, however, Sam listened to your wishes and put you down. “Okay, Rowena said the spell would lift off in a week, she also wants a picture.” Dean smirked at you, his green eyes filled with laughter. You flipped Dean off as he took the picture. “Lesson number one, no flipping people off. It’s a naughty thing to do, you hear?” You glared at him as his smirk grew. “Man,” he started, “I am so going to enjoy this next week.” You were going to make sure he wasn’t, in any way, shape, or form going to enjoy the following week.

How the Houses Shower

Ravenclaw: Always trying out new products, reading about how shower temperature affects the body, wastes time reading the shampoo bottles, has debates and plans stories in the shower. Spends like half an hour showering.

Slytherin: Lather rinse and repeat, lots of conditioner, spends bottles the fastest, showers 2-3 times a day, leaves the clogged drain for someone else to fix. Showers the most immaculately. The type of person who uses shower shoes and shower caps.

Gryffindor: Plays music and sings along loudly while showering, doesn’t use conditioner because it takes too long to rinse out, pretends to be a fountain, uses shower head as a microphone, walks out with only a towel wrapped around them.

Hufflepuff: Two-in-one shampoo, showers quickly so they don’t use up the hot water, hums in the shower, water can’t be too hot or cold, cleans it after use.


Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: This is pure smut guys!!! Excessive masturbation (I blame Dean!), voyeurism, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!), semi explicit gif under the cut   

Wordcount: 2800ish

A/N: I blame Steph aka @torn-and-frayed and Scar aka @salvachester for this!!! It is inspired by Shaggy’s it wasn’t me but I went with masturbation instead of cheating!

And once again thank you to my amazing beta Erin @blacktithe7 - go read her stuff she iw awesome!!


Seriously how long could it take to shower! You hated sharing motel rooms with the Winchesters when you were on hunts, which they didn’t seem to get.

“We are under one roof in the bunker. So why not here?”

Which was true in a way. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their company, and it made working on the case easier if you were in one room. They were always respectful of your privacy, and the brothers took turns sleeping on the couch. That way you always had a bed, but the close quarters were driving you nuts.

The boys bickered over everything which wasn’t new, but you hardly had any place to escape too. At least in the bunker you had your room. Sam left his clothes everywhere. Dean snorted when he laughed. Sam tossed and turned in his sleep, and Dean sometimes talked in his. After almost 3 weeks in the same room with them, you were going insane.

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