want you in my bedroom

Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah


Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”


You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”


“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?


I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.


Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.


This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.


Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.


I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.


Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.


It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.


Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.

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A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
—  Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis
Two Nights Stand Part 3

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1500

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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Credits to the gifs owners

Awkward silence, the room is full of awkward silence and the smell of French toast. The worst part is that you don’t know what you both can talk about, the only ice breaker you can think of is the weather and you don’t think Bucky would appreciate your puns.

“We need to talk if we are going to be stuck in here for the next 24 hours.” He says taking you away from your thoughts, you take a bite of your French toast and you have to admit this is the best french toast that you’ve ever eaten. “I agree, but no upsetting questions.”

“What is an upsetting question? Because most of the things can be upsetting if we stop to think about it.” You shrug “I don’t know, who taught you how to cook?” He takes a sip of his orange juice smiling back at you. “My mother and grandmother. When I was a kid I would spend a lot of time with them in the kitchen.”

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The Arrangement (Part 4)

Summary: You spend the night at Dean’s place

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, leering, smutty thoughts/implications/suggestions (PG13)

A/N: The next part is here EARLY because holidays suck and I have work to procrastinate, which makes me super productive with writing! Hope you guys like this part (side note: this GIF destroys me) (please check the tags, guys, a bunch aren’t working)

Need to catch up? Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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I’m sorry I took so long. I took so long to say ‘I love you’. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be back on my bedroom floor at 3 am, crying over you just because you did the same thing— just like every other person I ever loved—You left me.
—  P.G.G : jxd
The Real Man of Steel

Pairing: Clark/Superman x Reader

Request:  Hi, Could you write a Superman smut? Like have it really fluffy at the start. Maybe that Clark is really awkward, so is reader. maybe that reader finds out that he is Superman in this? Maybe while they are having sex and his grip is too strong

Smut: Yes

Words: 2673

Requests are open!


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Kill Zone - Part 7: Retreat

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned)  

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, innocent state of udressed, talk of guns, deaths, the usual for this series.

Word Count: 4300ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


A soft moan fell from your lips as you started to come to, you reached out next to you to only touch the floor, and your eyes fluttered open. You sat up looking around you. The room was still warm from the sparks burning in the fireplace and his pillow was still ruffled beside you.

The memory of last night entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been so different than what you had thought he would be. Good different. Gentler and more caring. You had no doubt in your mind that it hadn’t been a one night thing to him either. He was here somewhere. You looked around the room, spotting his button up shirt from last night and you pulled it on, before getting off the floor in search of Dean.

You smiled when you found him standing by the stove in the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, giving you a free view of his naked back. He was gorgeous, and it took every ounce of self control you possessed, not to simply walk across the room and touch him. You weren’t sure whether you were allowed to behave like that with him just yet, so instead you spoke.

“Good Morning,” you smiled at him when he turned around with a huge grin on his face. His eyes traveled your body, and you felt the heat form in your cheeks as he approached you.

“Morning Agent,” Dean spoke softly with a teasing glimmer in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, and pressing his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for you to return his affection, or for you to feel a little light headed from his attention.¨

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Little Talks (Justin Foley)

Title: Little talks.

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: Yes. And I hope you like how I turned your request into something lovely. Hope you like it.

Word Count: 693 words

Reader Gender:  Female

Warnings: It’s too lovely for me.

Summary: Justin comes over his girlfriend’s house to get some comfort after dealing with Seth.

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the feedback I got in my first imagine. I love you all. Continue requesting please.

Math was stressing me out. Normally I’ll already had finished it, but instead of starting it at my homework time, I came to see Justin on his practice. He said he liked when I came because he felt nice having me around, and he needed me.

“Sweetie, we’re almost leaving are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Mom asked coming to my bedroom putting her pearl rings on.

“No, thank you. I still have to finish my work and also is your anniversary’s dinner, just go and enjoy yourselves.” I said calmly and she smiled.

“Thank you. Have fun with Math.” She said and went downstairs to meet dad who already was in the car waiting for her.

I put some music and continued dancing while doing my homework. It was weird but not having anyone at home and loud music helped a lot. Usually music helped me on everything. Sometimes I listened to music while I studied for my exams and information got stuck on me. Justin said it was a gift. He helped me with Math sometimes but he never liked to come to study for an important exam because he knew I listened loud music and that wasn’t he’s method.

After half an hour, I finished. But I wasn’t the only one at home. Some footsteps were coming upstairs and I silenced the music and ran to close the door of my bedroom. I tried to put all my weight on the door, and just when I thought someone would open, someone knocked the door slowly.

“Y/n” Justin’s voice cracked. And I opened the door.

He looked terrible. He had tears still on his cheeks and he was sad. When I finally got to see him he immediately hugged me tighter than other times.

“Baby, what happened?” I asked and he continued crying on my neck. “It was Seth again, right?” And he slowly nodded.

He stepped away from me. And I touched his cheeks calmly. Then I dragged him to sit on my bed closing the bedroom door.

“Sorry I entered this way. I saw your parents car wasn’t parked and I just came by the front door. I should have climbed and-” I shushed him and touched​ his cheek again.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to climb anything, you’re part of my life and you deserve to enter by the door like the boyfriend you are.” He smiled a little.  “I’m here now, and everything will be alright, okay?” He nodded.

And he got me closer and he kissed me. Just like he did when he was mad, when someone flirted with me in a party and he had to show I was his girlfriend. Just like he did when he fought with someone, with Seth especially.

“Stay tonight, I’ll make sure you feel better.” I said and he kissed my hand.

“If I stay tonight, don’t you think your parents will find out?”

“They’ll arrive late and I bet the won’t even notice you, don’t worry.”

“But I’ll leave early before they wake, okay?”

“Are you sure you want to do that? I think is better if we just tell them in the morning why you stayed.”

“I’ll leave. Promise me you’ll agree with it.” He was serious and I nodded.

“We’ll do this your way. I won’t pressure you to anything, yeah?” I whispered closer to him and he kissed me.

“I don’t deserve you as my girlfriend.” He said tired.

“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. A popular pretty boy on the basketball team-” And he laughed a little.

“But you are smarter and beautiful and everything to me.” He continued and I give him a little kiss. “You’re the only person that matters to me. I promise-” He stopped talking and just continued observing me. “You look beautiful with the light from outside.”

I smiled and he kissed me again. Small lovely kisses fill with love. Just love. Justin touched my neck carefully.

“You make everything​ worth it at the end, my love.”

He said with a whisper while cuddling in bed with me until we both fall asleep.


Anon prompt: Wondering If you could write a Jughead x Reader fic where the reader is super self-conscious about her body and Jug notices and helps.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: body image, self-confidence issues, self-harm, angst

A/N: This is another song fic, based around the song Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger.


The alarm rings for the third time this morning and I hit snooze once again, looking back to myself in the mirror.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, eyes moving over the parts of my body I don’t particularly like.
My shoulders are too broad, my hips jut out in a strange way, my legs are too long and my calves are thick. I look at my face, my nose is too big, lips too thin and my eyes are small and hooded. Thick, pale scars line my thigs and hips, I run my fingertips over the small bumps they create.

The picture of Betty, Veronica, and myself at Sweetwater River catches my attention. I wish I was as gorgeous as Ronnie and Betty, they’re so beautiful, perfect in every way; and I’m just plain and ugly.

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Sam X Reader


Can you do a really kinky story with Sam!?! Like y/n has a slight thing with dean, but dean and y/n don’t get along much and kinda get abusive… but Sam swoops in and admits he has a thing for y/n and wants to prove that he can be better… things get really hot/tempting and y/n caves in to Sam (Sam practically makes y/n his sex slave). They decide to keep it a secret from dean though so that dean and Sam don’t get into a fight and dean doesn’t threaten y/n!! Sorry it’s kind specific ❤️😩❤️😅

Warnings: Sex, language, abuse, depression

So you and Dean had a little romance thing going on, I guess. You thought you liked Dean because he was such a sarcastic guy, you like people like that. Someone who can take a joke, he’s also very attractive. His green eyes, muscular body, that dashing smile can bring any girl to their knees. I mean honestly what’s not to like about Dean? Well little did you know he was a complete PSYCHO. He was craaaazy. You and Dean have been a thing for a month or two and already all you do is fight and he gets physical.

“Y/n you okay?” Sam asked you as he put a hand on your back

“Sam don’t touch her like that” Dean said. You just rolled your eyes

“Y/n where are you going?” Dean asked, you just ignored him. These few months you’ve been depressed, you didn’t even want to talk to anyone at all.

“Y/n what the hell?” Dean yelled at you. You just sat there and took it. All his violet words stuck in your head. You sat there until he pushed you off the bed and slapped you. You were so hurt. You laid on the floor holding you cheek and cried silently.

Dean left the room and in came Sam.

“Oh my God y/n!? Are you okay?” He asked picking you from the floor. He rocked you in his arms until he knew you were okay. You’ve never felt this bad before. Life was slapping you in the face almost as hard as Dean.

“Y/n he’s not good for you” he whispered in your ear still holding you. You just nodded knowing it’s the truth.

“Listen I don’t want to say this too soon but I have feelings for you. It kills me knowing this is what Dean does to you. You’re so beautiful, perfect, you mean everything to me and you don’t even know it. I see the way you walk around you lost the sparkle in your eyes. I miss the way you were Y/n, I want that person back. I want you to break up with Dean and be with me. You need someone who can treat you better, oh and if you thought Dean was good in bed. You just wait” he was being 100% serious. You chuckled at the end of what he said.

“You like me?”

“Yes of course you are so beautiful” you looked at him in the eyes and he put a piece if hair behind​ your ear. “so beautiful” he said before his lips landed on yours. You instantly melted into the kiss, it was a kiss you’ve been waiting for your whole life. His hands were roaming all over your body touching every inch of you. 

You quickly snapped back to reality. “Sam what about Dean?" 

"He doesn’t have to know” Sam whispered so sexy in your ear you flew back into his embrace kissing him even more hungrily. You wanted him now. 

“Come here sweetie, we’ll take this to my bedroom" 

"Okay” you whispered moaned 

He led you to the room. He laid you down on the bed. “Stay here baby” He said going to his closet. You propped yourself up on you elbows and watched him disappear into his dark closet.

He came back out with a blindfold and some others toys you had no idea what they were. 

“Okay honey, we’re getting really kinky here" 

You almost moaned at his words. You were just hoping Dean would be gone long enough, but with how turned on you are you know you won’t last long. 

Sam put the blind fold on you and you couldn’t see anything, obviously. 

You laid there as your breathing started to quicken you were so turned on you couldn’t control it.

"Look at you, all hot and bothered. Real sexy” he said, you could imagine him biting his lip with a hard on.

“Ugh Sam” you managed to get out. You just wanted him to fuck you.

“Soon baby” he whispered close to your face. You moaned slightly at his words.

He slowly took off your jeans and undies, so slow it hurt. He pulled off your shirt and unhooked your bra. You were completely naked.

You heard him taking off his clothes. You felt hands run up and down your body, you jumped a little when he got close to your area. He missed it and went right to your thighs teasing you.

“S-Sam please” you whined

“That’s right baby beg for it”

“Please Sam, I want you now”

You could practically see his smirk. He licked your thigh stopping right next to your area. He paused for a moment before sliding his tongue up and down hitting your clit. You jumped and moaned every time. His hands held down your sides so you weren’t jumping all over the place. You bucked your hips so maybe he would move faster. He did.

You moaned louder and louder you actually felt embarrassed.

“Sam Sam” you moaned you wanted him bad

“What do you want baby?” He asked you

“I want you to fuck me”

“Whatever you want baby”

He got up and started kissing your neck. You felt his dick brush against your stomach, he has to be really turned on.

He thrusted into you slowly, you let out a small breathy moan.

He kept teasing you, he would go in slowly and pull all the way out.

“Goddammit Sam fuck me” you almost yelled. He thrusted into you so hard you screamed.

“That’s right baby, you like that?” He asked you, you just moaned for a response.

He slammed into you again “answer me”

“Yes baby” you moaned loudly. He kept slamming into you like that. He pulled out and lifted your leg up over his shoulder so he can go deeper.

You could his breathing getting shorter, he was close and so were you.

“Fuck Sammy harder” he fucked you harder and rubbed your clit sending you over the edge. Everything became blury and black. You screamed and closed your eyes so tight.

“Fuck baby” he moaned cumming in you.

You laid there breathing hard for a few second before taking the blindfold off.

“How was that?” Sam asked between breaths

“Good” you laughed breathing hard.

“Good” he smiled. He kissed your forehead and got dressed while you cleaned up and got dressed.

“So what about Dean?” You asked

“Dump him and we won’t talk about what we have” he said kissing you.

You melted into him “okay” you smiled


The next day you woke up alone, you told Dean it was over. He was actually pretty cool about it. You walked into the study room where Sam and Dean were.

“So Y/n are you up for a another study session like tomorrow?” Sam asked. Your heart was beating fast

“Y-yeah I’m up for that” you smiled. Sam winked at you

“What did you guys study?” Dean asked. You just smirked.

anonymous asked:

name your top 5 gay lena moments

*inhales sharply* *heart rattles in chest* *sweats*

I can’t do them in order because im a mess but

1. Let’s start with the unnecessarily seductive whining for supergirl to go to her party.

Lena, bby, please. why? (dont stop)

2. The overly flirtatious couch scene after kara practically dragged her whole life in that article and also probably spelled 15 words wrong in the final copy, but lena is still gushing.

“do tell” 

3. you now have complete access to my entire life whenever you want, also, here are some smoldering bedroom eyes for no reason.

4. i’m going to narrate like i’m reading fanfic, and also, i’m sexy as fuck in this coat. kombucha can fucking wait, wanna bang?

5. and finally, of course, i’ve been wandering in the desert for years, and you, kara danvers, are a talllllll glass of water.

Thanks, bye, i’m dead.


Sherlock x reader

@lightblueelephantaki requested: can you please write a Sherlock x reader where Irene Adler comes back and the reader is jealous af, but trying to suppress it. Then she thinks Sherlock wants to be with Irene, huge fight, make up etc. I hope you can write it!! Thank you for your time!! <3

Word count: 924

warnings: language, ANGER

I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it!

After a long and exhausting day of work, you finally headed back to 221B. You hoped Sherlock would be in a good mood because all you wanted to do right now was to cuddle. You had to spend the day writing reports of cases at Scotland Yard with the usual annoyance of your co-workers.

You hopped on the stairs to your flat, catching the voice of a woman. You expected the usual, a client. Your eyes were droopy as you finally entered the flat, only to find what you would call a nightmare, Irene Adler.

And that wasn’t the only thing that angered you, but the fact that she was straddling Sherlock’s lap infuriated you.

You exhaled.

Only then they were aware of your presence, which irritated you even more.

“Oh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she said, only turning her head and not bothering to get off your boyfriend’s lap. “Glad you could join us.”

Your eyes were now wide in disbelief. Sherlock didn’t even bother to explain anything.

“Just in time, actually,” she stated, finally getting off his lap and walking up to you. She stopped when she was an inch away from your face. “I was testing his loyalty to you, and whoopsy, he almost failed.”

You were seething with anger by now. Instead of answering her, you stepped to the side, meeting Sherlock, who was still sat on his leather chair. Your heart shattered, not only at Irene’s words but at Sherlock’s nonchalant face as well. You tried to form words but your lips had failed you, opening and closing with nothing coming out.

“Did the cat bite your tongue?” Irene asked sarcastically. The most you could do was to look at Irene and back at Sherlock. But right there, at that moment, you snapped.

“You two can have all the fun you want,” you said coldly, fixing your gaze at Sherlock.

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock called as you started heading to your shared bedroom. You didn’t respond; you didn’t want to.

“Yep, my job here is done,” said Irene, making you stop in your tracks. “Mr. Holmes, you know where to find me.”

You could hear the smirk in her voice and your anger started to take over. You turned on your heels and stomped back to the living room.

“Get the fuck out of my flat,” you growled.

“Well, I was just about to-”

“Then hurry up before I punch you in the face.”

She gave you a dirty look before finally getting out of the flat, not bothering to close the door. She turned around to say one last thing but you were quick to go and slam the door in her face before she could speak.

You didn’t want to talk to Sherlock nor even look at him. You were so deeply hurt and angered at the same time that it wasn’t healthy. However, as soon as you turned around, you were met with his broad shoulders and icy blue gaze.

Don’t,” you said as you stepped aside and started heading back to the room.

“I thought it was fairly obvious that she was the one who came and did all of this-” he began, but you cut him off.

“You were enjoying it, weren’t you?” you turned back to face him.

“Don’t be silly.”

You laughed bitterly. “Well, what happened happened, and you can’t change that,” you clenched your jaw. “Oh, and don’t forget to call her, yeah?”

“I swear to God, (Y/N), if you don’t stop this behaviour-”

“Excuse me?! You do not get to scold me about my behav-”



Both of you were breathing heavily, you were both so infuriated at each other. A small part of you was almost afraid of Sherlock, he wasn’t what you would call angry very often, but when he was, oh boy.

“You know full and well how much you mean to me!” he said it so quickly he didn’t realise it, and you melted at it. but it wasn’t enough to calm the fire that was burning inside. He took a second to compose himself before continuing. “Why must you always question my loyalty?!”

“What am I supposed to think when I come home to find your ex-girlfriend straddling you in your chair?!”


“But you loved her, Sherlock! You did, And maybe you still do.”

Sherlock was at his highest level of anger. He was so mad he wanted to prove to you and everybody in the world that you were wrong; that he loved you, and he saw nothing but your lips. In the spur of the moment, he pulled you in for a - surprisingly - soft but passionate kiss, which succeeded in bringing you both down, to turn off your angry flames. He pulled away, looking you in the eyes.

“I would never do something like that to you, (Y/N), I would never do anything that would hurt you. I… I love you.

You closed your eyes for a second, processing everything that had just happened. How that little devil decided to come back just to begin a heated war between you. You opened your eyes again, drowning in Sherlock’s irises. At that moment, Irene didn’t matter anymore, nor did the fight. Instead, your brain replayed the certain expression Sherlock had said. It was the first time he said it to you, and it made your heart flutter.

I love you, too, Sherlock,” you said, pulling him in for another tender kiss.

So we’ve been having some work done in the house and I wanted to show you guys the progress in my bedroom 😴😴😴 I’ve drawing/planning/designing it and it’s been coming to life beautifully <3 

Reminder that I’m always delighted to give some decor tips/ideas for people who ask :) Most of the tips won’t suggest having work done in the house don’t worry lol. I know that shit’s expensive af.

Here are some of my original plans/designs…

And here is how it’s developed.

For now, only the bookshelf is done but I wanted to show you anyway. The design changed a bit towards the end due to weight reasons - but it looks pretty amazing imo. This will be going over the bed. These kind of bookshelves always add a lot of space to a small room - especially if you keep them the same colour as the wall. Some of the side notes are in spanish because i’m half spanish pls ignore afsjgkjsdg

CS FF: Houseguest from Hell

Summary: Wish Realm Hook sneaks through the portal and ends up in Storybrooke.  This results in Emma and Killian getting an unwelcome houseguest and Emma an unwanted suitor.

Rating: PG

Note: I just thought it would be funny if Wish Realm Hook ended up in Storybrooke and met his counterpart, while stirring up some trouble.  This is the result.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

….Houseguest from Hell: Part 1/1…

Killian kicked the front door closed with his boot, as his lips remained fused to Emma’s.

“I missed you so much,” he breathed into her mouth.

Emma pulled back for a moment, caressing his cheek as she met his eyes. “After that portal closed, I was scared I might never find a way back to my family.  Back to you.”

Killian offered her a smile. “I never doubted for a moment that you would find your way back to me.”

Emma grinned as she captured his lips again.  She began to maneuver them to the couch.

“Henry is staying at Regina’s tonight, so we have the house to ourselves,” she managed to mumble between kisses.

Killian moved his lips to her neck.  “I want to take my time with you.  Let’s go to our bedroom.”

They didn’t stop kissing all the way up the stairs, nearly falling several times in the process.  By the time they made it to the threshold of their bedroom, Emma’s jacket had been shed, as had Hook’s.  Emma was hard at work on the buttons of his vest.

Killian wrapped his arms around Emma’s waist as he pulled her flush against his body and backed them into their bedroom.   Emma felt the back of her legs hit the bed and she felt onto it, Killian landing gently on top of her. She clawed at his back, a moan escaping her lips.  

“Do you mind? I am trying to sleep,” a voice sounded behind them.

Emma and Killian’s eyes flew open and they quickly parted, scrambling to their feet to face the voice.  Spread out on Killian’s side of the bed, was Wish Realm Hook.  

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I’m a happy gal today. Writing an essay in my room after a day of getting up late, running 14 miles, and getting pizza and coffee with my best pal. Here’s a pic of my room ft. the bouquet of a dozen roses Em and I bought for half price at Wal-Mart and then split in two. My 9:10 is canceled tomorrow so I’m gonna take care of some mail and maybe get brunch with Taylor. I’m happy and confident and okay with the fact that it’s temporary.

p.s. that’s my Hinds band setlist on the wall WRITTEN BY CC

p.s.s. someone subscribed me to Teen Vogue and idk who it was so if it was one of y’all, plz own up so I can thank you haha

(Not So) Tough

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hope you all had/have a great day! Enjoy reading and please let me know what you think. Love you! xx

Requested by Anon: “A Betty x Reader where you’re literally the complete opposite of Betty a total laid back badass but the minute you even think Betty is upset or something’s wrong you’re the biggest puppy ever and the gang find it hilarious”

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Reader

Words: 645

I walked into my room, surprised that Veronica was sitting on my bed. “Eh, hey, Ronnie. What are you doing here?”

“Hey,Y/N, did you see or hear anything of Betty?”, Veronica asked worried. Her brown eyes filled with concern. “Why? What happened?” I looked into her eyes, confused because you heard nothing of her. “Well, you know we went to look for the playbook thing last night, right?” I nodded, not sure what she was about to tell me. “Yeah, erm we found out that Polly’s name was written in it. Betty was pretty shocked by it and now she doesn’t answer any of my texts or calls”

“Shit”, I breathed, feeling the anger bubbling inside of me. Trying to calm myself down I took some deep breathe. Now was not the right time to be angry, first I had to make sure that Betty’s alright. “Don’t worry. I’ll try to talk to her”, I mumbled, rubbing my temples. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to you?”, Ronnie asked with the same worried voice. “I guess, we’ll find out soon” I said, picking up my phone and texting her.

Hey, Bets
Meet me at Pop’s

“So, do you want to come with me or are you planning to stay in my bedroom?”, I laughed, trying to hide the worry I was feeling, while I grabbed my jacket. 


“I’m going to sit with Jughead”, Veronica decided, making her way over to Jug’s usual booth. I didn’t really mind since I wanted to talk to Betty alone. “Wasn’t sure if you really would come”, I smiled softly, sitting across from her. Her head snapped in my direction. She swallowed and played with her fingers. “Why-why not?”, she asked, her voice not as steady as usual.

“Ronnie told me what happened”, I said unsure of how she’ll react. My eyes scanning her face, worry written over my face. Betty breathed out. “I don’t want to talk about it”, she muttered, looking everywhere but at me. “Betty, it’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to be angry. Don’t bottle everything up. You need to let it out” I took her hand and squeezed it slightly.

“I’m just so.. Why did nobody tell me what really happened?”, she whispered. Her voice sounds hurt and disappointed. “It’s not just that no one bothered enough to tell me the truth. It makes me so angry that boys like Reggie and Jason are treating girls like that. They act like women are just objects, like women are nothing. I’m just so sick of guys thinking they can do any and everything with girls just because they’re popular”

“Yeah, I get that, believe me, I really do but please stop hiding your feelings. It won’t make anything better.” I still held her hand, not wanting to let go. “Wished I’d be more like you”, Betty mumbled, looking at the table. “What do you mean?”, I asked confused, wrinkling my eyebrows. My eyes searching for hers. “Nothing. You’re just so confident and it seems like you fear nothing. You’re so strong and I don’t know, you can handle these kind of situations a lot better than me” She sounded embarrassed, a light blush forming on her cheeks.

“Bets, don’t say such things. You’re one of the most confident and strongest person I know. You don’t need to be like me, I like you just the way you are. And believe me I don’t handle situations like these well, I just don’t show my emotions”, I winked and laughed. Betty also cracked a smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’. “So the tough and sassy Y/N isn’t as tough and sassy as she pretend to be. Interesting”, Jughead laughed. He and Veronica sat down next to us. “Oh, shut up, Jones”, I stuck my tongue out.