he got some moves

@saisai-chan this is your fault! I’m so deep into this ship. >:’)

Can’t Get It Out Of My Head (Peter Quill x Reader)

Originally posted by bukcybarnes

For @ravingmadstark to whom I’ve owed this since January. 

In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)


He so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill. Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.

Your initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled. Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard, and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled, leaving only one thought. Shit.  You’d gone through life thinking love at first sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.

There was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner.  Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign, and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close. Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room, dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.

He moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.

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Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

The British Invasion/Good Grief

So, what’s comforting is that even Buckleming, who apparently don’t understand these characters at all and only have a limited grasp of how pacing and plotting work, can do only so much to keep Dean and Cas away from each other. Because here we have it again - it’s Dean calling Cas, it’s Dean worrying about Cas, it’s Dean who keeps leaving voicemails even when Cas’ ignoring him, and it’s Dean who gets paired off with Cas as soon as there’s some pairing off going on - look at that final scene - Sam clearly spent some of the night, or the morning, talking with Eileen (and, subtextually, maybe something more, since he’s clearly been learning some sign language and Dean apparently did his best to leave them alone - so much so Eileen left without saying goodbye), and when Dean asks about her, Sam’s immediate reaction is, And what about Cas? and that’s simply the done thing and neither time nor tide nor bad writing can do anything against it.

As for the rest of it - Jesus. My watching notes are mostly exclamation points, angry emojis, a string of what? and one come on.

Because, really. I don’t even know where to start. Just off the top of my head: Crowley can be overconfident, yes, but he’s not an idiot; the UK doesn’t work like that at all; women are generally not happy when carrying a demon baby and generally know birthing said demon baby will have dire consequences (I mean, it’s 2017 - who hasn’t seen Rosemary’s Baby?); Sam and Dean confiding in ‘every hunter they know’ and asking for help when confronted with yet another shitstorm of epic proportions is not normal - it’s freaking new and very significant, so what the fuck are you doing just mentioning in in casual conversation? And even Mick, for all his faults, deserved better. Honestly, I’m just this close to start a crowdfunding to get both those idiots a severance package - it’s not like you have to be a screenwriter, for fuck’s sake - just - I don’t know - keep bees - learn yoga - travel to New Zealand - I don’t even - ugh. 

(Shoo.)

I’m not sure what else there is to say about this episode. The Code is a bullshit idea and it doesn’t hold up, because, like, Nazi Extra n. 27 just ordered Ketch to kill both Sam and Dean, and they’re technically Men of Letters, so what is poor old Arthur supposed to do? Execute them, and then turn the gun on himself? And what was Toni’s punishment for burning half of Sam’s skin off, then? Also, you don’t really find orphans off the streets in England anymore, and it’s slightly difficult to turn them into super ninja assassins without anyone noticing (what about Timothy’s family?). And no, it doesn’t make any logical sense to exterminate every single hunter in America, and neither it makes sense to expect they’d obey every single order you give them. That’s not how you build your make-believe Nazi state - if you want to see how it’s actually done, just have a look around, for God’s sake - every other show is writing and tinkering with its own ‘the end is nigh’ plot simply by reading the bloody papers, why can’t you? And finally, yeah, upper class English people are generally annoying and they do dress in tweed from time to time, but not all of them - *channels Saint John Oliver’s spirit* -

The thing is, the difficult bit about storytelling (or, one of them) is that stories don’t work without problems or obstacles of some kind, but you also want your characters to be believable and behave like real people do, so you’ve got to find this fine balance between creating drama and not being transparent about it. Like, how many people realized Mick was going to die just from the damn promo? And, as a result, how many actually cared? His backstory was absurd, illogical, and a bad choice all around. Sam said Mick felt bad for killing that werewolf girl - good - show me. There’s your conflict, and there’s your canon-compliant and believable reason to make me care about Mick. No need to invent any of this Lord of the Flies nonsense.

(I did like the fact Ketch used the same lines on Mary as he used on Dean, though, even if that brings the total of queer-coded villains up to - all of them? - including stammering and blushing demon guy and, of course, Lucifer himself.)

LOL I laughed everytime I passed through this req in the ask box. Hope you like this! ^^

By the way. Part II of Penguins will be posted tomorrow. Be patient, you thirsty for Baeran souls :p

MC’s dad challenges them to a match


Zen

  • He was nervous to meet your father, but also super excited.
  • And now very curious on why did you take him to this dojo, weren’t you going to lunch with your dad?
  • “We will, if you pass the test, young man.”  Your father says in a solemn tone.
  • Puzzled, he looks at you, that are face palming on a corner, then he looks at all the judo students and your father adjusting his black belt, standing in position on the mat.
  • “What… what is happening here?” “You must fight for my daughter’s love, young man.”
  • Zen chuckles and is all like “Good one, dude. Now let’s grab lunch.” But no one in the room is laughing.
  • Oh… OH! Your father… your father is serious! HOLY SHIT!
  • Okay, he doesn’t know judo, but he had to simulate some fight moves for his musicals. He got this!
  • But man is so caught up in showing what he got he ends up saying the lines of this musical.
  • “I’ve faced thousands of fists, hundreds of swords, the scars in my body *takes his shirt off, gaining some ‘ohhhss’ from the female-and some male- students* prove that I’ve endured pain, but let me tell you, there’s no pain like the one that is being away from her, I’ll face millions of fists and thousands of swords to have her.”
  • He’s not even confused, he’s hurt when you dad starts laughing. “Wow, young man, you’re more dramatic than her, you make quite a pair.” You’re facepalming again as Zen laughs along and hugs you.

Yoosung

  • Boy dressed up so neatly to meet your dad.
  • So he’s feeling completely dislocated when you take him to this dojo.
  •  “Fancy clothes won’t impress anybody here, young boy, you must earn my respect showing your strength.”
  • The poor thing nods and says he’ll do whatever it takes to show his worth, he doesn’t even notice there is some student holding you in the back so he won’t see you squealing.
  •  “Very well, so now we fight.”
  • Well, shit! He thought it was something simpler like bringing his family here or…
  • But… fight? He never had to fight before! Well, only on LOLOL, but still…
  • However, he sticks to his word. Yeah! He’ll show his worth, if it’s not physical strength, it’s at least dignity.
  •  “Yes, sir. If it is for her, I’ll do it! I’ve lost an eye to protect her, I’m growing so much because of her… so I suppose getting beat up by the man who raised her should be an honor. Bring… bring it on.”
  • Yoosung gets really surprised when everybody turns against your father. “You’re a monster, professor!” “Ahh, the poor boy!” “You lost your eye for your girlfriend, dude?”
  • So your father admits defeat, glaring at you as you pamper your boyfriend elling him how brave he is.

Jaehee

  • A little nervous for meeting your father.
  • Slightly calmer as you bring her to a dojo.
  • No, not any dojo, the one she used to train.
  • So when she sees your father and your father sees her… well, for her it’s like fate trying to bring you to her life way before that it actually happened.
  • As for your father…  “Try to prove you’ve learned well, miss Kang.”
  • Not even fazed, she knows your father’s odd goofiness.
  • “Yes. It’s time for you to show you’ve taught well too.” OH WOW
  • Jokes aside, she really admires your father and his wisdom, and now she appreciates him even more knowing he raised you.
  • “I’m sure you did, considering you’re a good professor as much as you are a great father.” She says, lowering her head in respect.
  • Your father chuckles, getting up and offering his hand for her to get up too. “Then there’s no need for a match. I know you’ll be good to her as much as you were a good student.”
  • Just this time, because expect some friendly matches happening during your family gathering in the future.

Jumin

  • He was the one to suggest a gathering with your father wherever he wanted
  • Oh, a dojo, huh? Ah yes, setting a meeting in his workplace shows his seriousness , Jumin must match this seriousness
  • And you’re like “Jumin, there’s no need for that. Please, relax.” “I’ll relax as soon as you father acknowledges me as being a man worth of your love.”
  • And he’s definitely not relaxed as your father shows up in his judogi, bowing in the traditional way before a match.
  • Jumin does the same, thinking this is the traditional greeting in your family or something like this.
  •  “Daddy, please… “ “No pleading, honey, your boyfriend already accepted the challenge.”
  • “Yes sir, challenges are not unfamiliar to me, since I’ve been facing the biggest challenge of my life ever since I’ve met your daughter. The challenge of being a suitable husband for her.”
  • “Whoa, did you just propose?” your father asks. “Yeah, Jumin, did you just propose?” your father and you are looking at him in awe.
  • “Why the surprise? It’s no secret I intend to espouse you soon, my love. As long as if that’s what you want, and also your family, of course.”
  • You and your father are looking at each other, like “what now?” “You ask me? I don’t know!”.  So your father decides to shrug and just say that lunch is ready.
  • And Jumin never knew he was being challenged for a match. He only did years later after he espoused you.

Saeyoung

  • So so so nervous and trying so so so hard not to show.
  • But a dojo, huh? Cool, ah… ahahahah, cooool. Who’s nervous?
  • “Oh my God, Saeyoung! It’s just where he works, it’s not like he’ll actually defy you to a match.”
  • “I know, MC! Your father would never do such a thing! After all, I would have o show him no mercy…” he adjusts his glasses and does this super low voice.
  • “Is that so, young man? Then I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He yelps and grabs you by your shoulder as your father show up out of nowhere! Shit! Is he a ninja?
  • He had some basic martial arts training due to his time in the agency, but he’s all rusty these days.
  •  And come on, he doesn’t want to do this! He can show how much of a disappointment he is at a regular lunch.
  • “Ah, Saeyoung…” you hate when he starts the self-depreciative humor, so you hug him.
  • And he’s super flustered with your dad watching his, but… he regains some confidence.
  • “Ready, young man?” “Oh my God! Would you really hit a guy with glasses? What kind of example are you giving to your daughter?”
  • Your father notices the way you giggle and look at this ginger with so much love, so he chuckles and pats his shoulder. “Well played, young man.”

V

  • He’s so honored he gets to meet your father
  • And when he finds out about the dojo, he shows even more respect
  • Yes, if you had told him before, he would bring the photos he took in one of his trips to Japan
  • He’s sure he and your father will have lots of things to talk about such noble pedagogy.
  • So he’s quite surprised when your father says he can’t be with you if he doesn’t win a match.
  • “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not sure I follow. Is this… a match for her honor?”
  • Well, it wasn’t your father’s first idea, but now it is LOL
  •  “Sir, I don’t think this is right. Two men fighting for the honor of a lady in the 21st century? No, your daughter is a free smart woman who can protect her honor herself and make her own choices. I… I’m sorry, but I must refuse.”
  •  Meh, he’s no fun. So your father just shrugs, a little embarrassed because he thought the guy was serious.
  • And you would be squealing by how awesome his speech was… if…
  • You didn’t know he got it was just a joke from the beggining. Sneaky little V…

am i the only one who feels like roman is trying a bit too hard to be upbeat? sure, patton is too, but i think roman thinks that, while patton is emotion and has reason to feel down, roman himself is creativity, and there’s nothing negative about creativity. throughout the video, his actions are exaggerated (“look up the word joke in the dictionary!!”) and over the top. he’s clearly torn up over the breakup, as he keeps trying to think up ways to bring the relationship back, but he’s also trying to be his usual self, to not show how hard he’s taking this - this time, however, it’s too forced and it shows. maybe it’s just me, but personally i think roman is trying a bit too hard to be happy, either so the others won’t see that he too is feeling sad, or so that he can still contribute positivity to the group. after all, if dramatic, flamboyant roman isn’t bringing his loud personality to the table, then what has he got to offer?

REQUEST: you catch him masturbating while thinking of you and he gets super embarrassed. smut ensues.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse/scars, explicit unprotected sex, y’all (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: 1,610 (i got so carried away)


You were house-sitting for Tina and Queenie while they went off with Newt to find some magical beast or another. Well, okay, you were house-sitting and Credence-sitting, since he hadn’t felt up to traveling anywhere. You’d known the group for a good few months now, since you owned a book store just across the street from their building, so it really was no trouble.

But when you said it was no trouble, it was because you had a very fond friendship with Credence and because you wouldn’t mind spending a good few days with him in the comfortable reverie you’d established. What you hadn’t accounted for was exactly what happened. It was late one night, maybe three days into house-sitting, when you heard it. You hadn’t been able to sleep, so you sat in the common area to read, and heard— It was a low sound, and throaty. Coming from Credence’s room. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on in there, so you got up and stepped toward his room cautiously, worried that he could be having a nightmare again.

But then your name rushed out of him, a quiet whisper so low you weren’t sure if you’d heard correctly, so you did what any person would do upon hearing their name called: you opened the door. And really, you would have been prepared for anything, literally anything, aside from what you opened the door to see. Which was Credence. Credence, with a hand shoved down his pants and his head thrown back against his white pillow, revealing a long column of smooth white neck framed by raven-black hair. Credence, dripping sweat that caused his hair to frame his high cheekbones and his lips.

Mortified, you closed the door and tried to tip-toe your way back to your seat to read. You couldn’t shake what you’d seen from your head though. You hadn’t really actively thought of him that way; sure, you thought he was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, but… You had never thought of him splayed across his sheets, never thought of him making sounds like those, sounds that went straight to your core, never thought of him under you, on top of you, and—You had to stop. You were starting to get a little hazy yourself, and it certainly didn’t help anything when you remembered he had said your name.

Some time had passed when he emerged from his room, head ducked low, pants repositioned, and belt in hand. That you were confused about. And then he was standing right in front of you, kneeling down, making himself so small, and handing you the belt. You took it in your hands, just puzzling over it, when you looked to see tears dripping from his face to the floor and remembered what he’d told you—about his mother. You gasped and threw the thing all the way across the room and fretted over him when he flinched. “Credence, I—How could you think I would hurt you with that?”

His wide eyes, glossy with new tears, chanced a glance up at you through long eyelashes. “M-Ma said that it—That what I was doing in there—That it’s a sin. And that—That sins can’t go unp-punished.”

You sighed, low and full, and didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to your mouth before returning to the floor. You slid from your seat, kneeling in front of him, making yourself just as small. “It isn’t wrong to—to feel things, Credence. And that—What you were doing is only human. Everyone does that. It isn’t wrong, Credence.” You kept your voice soft, trying to soothe him.

Credence glanced to you again, and when he spoke, it was so soft that you were sure you must have heard him wrong. “W-Was thinking of you wrong?”

Everything in you stilled at that. You were having a very hard time not kissing him right that second, not taking him right there on the living room floor, so you had to say through gritted teeth, “No. That’s not wrong either.”

He finally met your eyes and must have seen what you were trying to hide behind your eyes because he very tentatively brought his hand forward to hold yours, his fingers playing at the edges of your palm. “D-Do you think of me too?” Credence certainly couldn’t have said that. You must have imagined it.

You indulged an answer anyway. “Well, I do now.” Your voice was just as quiet as his was, so quiet you must have been afraid to shatter the moment that had sparked between the two of you.

Credence blushed at that, and you weren’t sure if he was surprised by your answer or the fact that you had admitted it, to him, out loud. But the answer seemed to be enough for him as he posed his next thought to you. “Y-You can—You can kiss me, if you want to, Y/N.”

And that was more than enough, that’s for sure, after how you had been holding back. One of your hands went straight for his face while the other hooked into the top of his pajama pants and pulled him fully against you as you kissed him, and kissed him in earnest. He was shy, clearly mimicking your moves and the way you slid your lips against his, but he picked up soon enough when your tongue entered his mouth. It continued like that for a while, tentative exploration, but when he finally dared to poke his tongue out and into your mouth, you couldn’t help but suck lightly. And Credence let out the most unholy of sounds and it went right to your core as you pulled back to kiss down his neck and suck harshly at his collar bones. You tugged at his shirt and asked, “Is this okay?” Credence gave a hasty nod before removing his shirt, and yours, and falling between your legs as you scrambled onto the couch. He was hovering above you, hair so much longer than before and sweeping into his eyes. You reached a hand up to brush it out of his face and found yourself whispering reverently, “You’re so beautiful, Credence.”

He flushed red at that, and you thought fondly that it was adorable that his blush spread across his bare shoulders. “You really think so?” His voice was breathy and strained and absolutely wrecked, and you were sure he was thinking about all of the scars that you could so clearly see in the warm light of the apartment.

You kissed the corner of his eye. “Beautiful.” You kissed his nose. “Beautiful.” His mouth. “Beautiful.” Down his neck and chest, across all of his scars. “Beautiful.” Credence shuddered every time and began slowly rocking his hips against yours.

You didn’t think he really knew what to do, but he was getting the idea because, once he had started pushing his hips against you, he got some of the friction he’d been needing and began to move harder, faster against you. You gasped and let out a long, low moan at the way he was rubbing against you, and you opened your eyes to see Credence staring down at you, eyes wide and disbelieving and mouth hanging open. You tentatively moved your hands under his pants to grip his ass and push him down further against you, giving the both of you more attention where you needed it, and nearly had an orgasm that second at the strangled “Yes” that left Credence’s mouth.

You slid his pants down further, and he understood, kicking them off as you hastily removed your underwear and drew him back against you with your legs. “Please.” You sounded absolutely fucked out, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care at how needy you were being as you scraped your nails gently against him and pulled his hair lightly. “Please.” The strain in your voice was tangible.

You looked to him and were knocked out of breath at the pure adoration in his eyes, the absolute awe. “Okay, just—Just help me, tell me w-what to do, please. I want too, but I—”

You kissed him gently, to keep him from panic. “Of course, Credence, of course.”

You positioned him correctly and let him enter you at his own pace, moaning louder the further he pressed among intermittent cries of Yes and More and Beautiful. You guided him with your hands on his ass for a while, but he picked up on his own, letting out low, throaty moans and cries of your name that sounded vaguely like a prayer, if you’d ever heard one. When you went to look in his eyes, you noticed they were white as he opened them, with his obscurus curling around the both of you, and you couldn’t help but think he was more beautiful than ever.

He felt incredible inside you, so you couldn’t help your exclamation of “I love you” coming desperately from your lips, which caused him to curl his body around you as he came, obscurus exploding around you both. You came not long over that, the feeling of him pulsing inside you and his body crushing you doing you in.

You let him collapse against you, ragged breath fanning across your neck and shoulder, and stroked smooth lines up and down his back. Minutes passed before he pressed a soft, almost imperceptible kiss to the hollow of your throat as he whispered, “I love you too.”

You heard his breaths even out and knew he was asleep, and you couldn’t help but think you were very glad to have agreed to house-sit.

Welcome Distractions // Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Just a small piece for my fellow students who just went through/are going through the stress of midterms.


Spencer walked through the door juggling a tray of coffee and cupcakes from the local bakery in his hands. His foot shot back to close the door behind him as he tried to keep himself balanced. He could hear soft pop music playing throughout the small apartment, something quite different than the music of his own choice.

“Hey,” he greeted as he walked around your setup. You were seated on the floor with a circle of textbooks and papers all around you. The music was coming from the laptop that sat on your right as you skimmed through your textbook, eyes scanning along the lines quicker than the average student.

“Hey!” You replied with a smile as he passed you your drink. You’d been studying for hours now and the fact you had some company was enough to lift your spirit. You laughed as he bent down, eager to give you a kiss only to have your hand stop him.

“Nope. None of that. I have midterms to study for,” you replied knowingly as you set the coffee down on the floor. Spencer was an affectionate man and once he had you in his arms he wasn’t the type to let go so easily. He rolled his eyes teasingly before finding his own seat on the loveseat behind you.

“I brought cupcakes,” he announced as he set them down beside him. You glanced at the transparent box that held two chocolate and two vanilla cupcakes.

“Thanks but not right now. I’ll get a sugar rush and crash and that’s something I really can’t afford,” you replied with a heavy sigh. The thought of a chocolate cupcake with deliciously sweet pink frosting was tempting but you had to be responsible.

“Alright, suit yourself,” Spencer replied with a small grin as he dug into one. He chewed, savoring the rich taste of chocolate. “I’ll leave you one.”

You chuckled knowing that his sweet tooth was bigger than your own but ultimately returned your attention back to the book in front of you. Knowing he was there brought a nice sense of comfort even if you weren’t able to fully interact at the moment.

He remained quiet for a while as he observed you. For some reason your study spot of preference had always been on the floor and he often wondered just how comfortable that could be. But you were notorious for falling asleep easily, often drifting into hour long naps when you were supposed to be alert, and so the uncomfortableness of the floor helped keep you awake. Even so, Spencer still worried. He could already tell by the way you rolled your shoulders that your neck was aching from being in a hunched position the past few hours.

“Can I help?” he offered as he got down on the floor beside you. He moved some of your textbooks aside, entering the circle of papers you had made.

“Yes. How about you trade brains with me for a day so I can remember all of this,” you replied with a small grin as you kept your eyes on the words in front of you. “You’d have to deal with my constant thoughts of puppies if you took my brain but I think that would be a healthy change for you for a day.”

Spencer grinned at your rambles. His hand found its way to the soft skin of your cheek before he leaned in and placed a small kiss on your face.

“I would gladly trade my brain for yours if it meant you’d spend today with me,” he replied. “Actually with me. Not consumed by books.”

“Consumed by books? Have you forgotten what you’re like Dr. Reid?” you replied with a laugh. He smiled brightly knowing your comments were true.

“Let me help some way. You’re exhausted.”

“Ok. You read this to me and I’ll listen and hope it sticks in my mind.”

Spencer nodded in agreement as you passed your book to him, stopping to look at the cover. Meanwhile you took the opportunity to lay down on the floor, your legs resting on top of scattered worksheets and articles. Your neck ached from being in the same position for so long and the new position felt like heaven even if it was against a hard floor.

“Give me a kiss first and then I’ll read,” Spencer said with a mischievous grin. You laughed as he leaned over you, staring straight into your eyes with his lips just an inch away. “Kiss or you’re on your own.”

You couldn’t help the slight roll of your eyes at his blackmail but pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss nonetheless. His face held a goofy grin when you finally pulled away, his happiness evident in his eyes. You smiled, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers between his as he balanced the book in his other hand.

“Enough distracting me. Read please.”

BTS reactions to their gf moving alot in their sleep

Jhope:

He would hate it but also love it at the same time. When you try to get comfortable then start huffing and puffing because ain’t nothing working, he would just pull you close to him. Boom you stop moving and become more comfortable. “Damn, maybe she was having a bad dream”.

Suga:

Yoongi loves sleep and if he isn’t getting some because you are moving too much, he would hate himself. He doesn’t want to leave you or he’ll feel like an ass, he would just leave a note by your bed side and just go to the couch. The note would say something like, “you were moving to much and I was trying to get some sleep, please under stand- Love Yoongi”.

V:

Thinks your having a bad dream, goes for a cuddle,then you (accidentally) push him, He feels hurt, then goes down stairs to get milk and just think, “where did I go wrong”.

Rap Monster:

Namjoon thought it was cute when you gave little moans of destress but knew you were never comfortable. He would just wake you up, “babe are you alright, do you want to talk about it”. The long “life” talk begins.

Jimin:

Poor, poor jimin would stay up all night rocking you to sleep in his arms. He wouldn’t mind it he thought it was a good deal. Jimin got to see your cute sleepy face and you got some sleep.

Jungkook:

When you move he gets really nervous. Thinking all these things that made him more nervous. “Omg is she ok”, “dose she need water”, “wait is she having a SEIZURE”. He would wake you up and tell you that, and your just like “go to bed Kookie I’m fine”.

Jin:

Jin really can’t help seeing you be stressed in sleep. He would literally pick you up, take you to the nearest chair, and put you too sleep himself. He was like your mom and was not gonna give up his place anytime soon.

courtofpainteddreams  asked:

A blurb of cassian getting sweaty and a little TOO excited on the dance floor at Rita's! (He's trying to woo Nesta!!)

“I don’t dance,” Nesta says in a bitter voice and takes one more sip from her wine. Cassian scoffs as he backs away, walking backwards into the dance floor. He downs his drink and hands it to a waitress who passes him by before he starts swaying to the music. 

He has gotten compliments before, so he knows he’s got some moves, and it doesn’t take him long to get into it. The beat is a fast one, but not too fast. Only a few seconds of closing his eyes and feeling the music get him right into it, and his hips move slowly. As he opens his eyes, he finds Nesta observing him with more than just a regular look. A grin spreads across his face and he gestures for her to come closer. She rolls her eyes, but does, walking slowly, her eyes looking him top to bottom, then back to top. Her eyes are fixated on his as she reaches him and he took her hand.

“Don’t think I’ll ever do this again,” she mumbles, but takes his hand. He smiles and puts his other hand on her hip, pulling her close. She keeps up with his movements easily, and they get into a steady dancing rhythm.

“You’re a pretty good dancer for someone who doesn’t dance.” 

“I said I don’t dance, not that I can’t,” she shoots back with no hesitation, making Cassian chuckle. He spins her around and catches the smile that tugs on her lips, which makes him pull her just a little bit closer. She didn’t protest. 

They  dance together easily, their bodies fitting so well it feels like they were meant to be together. Cassian feels inclined to believe it as Nesta inches closer to his face, making their nose tips touch. He inclines his head and lets their lips brush against each other. She pulls back at the last second, just as they were about to kiss, a smirk on her face. Cassian lets out a little frustrated groan, but the Cauldron must love him, because the song changes just then, into a sexy upbeat one. He turns Nesta around, pressing her back against him, and if she’s surprised by it, she doesn’t show it. They grind against each other with the song, and Cassian takes turns between running his hands up and down her waistline and run the tip of his nose up her neck. One time, his mouth comes close to her ear, close enough to bite it, but he doesn’t, and her sharp intake of breath makes him whisper to her that two can play that game. His hands go down to her thigh, but not too far, and her response is to press harder against his body. He gasps as he feels his cock start to harden, and Nesta must feel it too, because that only motivates her further. He bites her neck, then, and takes his time running a hand down her thigh and another to the stomach to keep her in place. Her head turns slowly to him, and just as their lips meet, the song ends, and they both stop moving, breathing heavily.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs into her lips. She smiles.

“Your place?” 


For reference purposes, the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_H3cIsenBQ 

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You were relieved that after you and Kells had done the dirty deed nothing had really changed between you two.

He still smoked and drank with his boys and you still did your job and kept him out of trouble as best you could.

Some things however did change a bit.

Like you were way less strict about certain things now, like you didn’t stress the curfew as much or keep a limit on how many girls were allowed to be in the house.

Also you were joining in on a lot more things now, you drank at the house parties and even threw a cantaloupe at the wall last week…just because!

Tonight however was gonna be your first time clubbing with everyone, so you took a little extra time getting ready and decided to dress a little more sexy

‘(Y/N)! Hurry up, the acid we all took is gonna kick in soon!’ Rook yelled from downstairs.

‘I’m almost done!’ you yelled back after you had put down your black lipstick.

You had on a black crop top, jean cut off shorts with a red plaid shirt tied around your waist and black combat boots. (No body has time for heels when they’re dancing)

You were all going out to some tiny hole in the wall club, no cameras or promos, just a club.

Deciding you were ready you headed downstairs.

‘So…how do I look?’ you asked as you turned around for them to get a good look at your outfit at all angles.

For a few seconds it was dead quiet while they all looked at you, you started to think you needed to change.

‘Aaawww shit!’ Dub yelled.

‘Who is this bad bitch and what has she done with our sweat pants wearing babysitter?’ Rook teased.

‘Pose for the Gram baby.’ Slim said as he pulled out his phone.

You laughed as you began doing silly poses, after all the photos were taken you all headed to the van, you were locking the door when you felt a hand on your waist.

You turned and saw Kells.

‘Did you forget something?’ you asked.

‘Nah, just wanted to tell you that you look really nice.’ he said before he headed to the car.

You looked at him for a moment before you shook the comment off as just a compliment.

Kells had been giving you a lot more compliments lately, not that he had been putting you down before, he was just boosting you more now.

You got in the car, happy not to be the designated driver for once, the bassist drew the short straw so that was his position.

The club was pretty decent, nothing amazing, but not a piece of shit.

‘Let’s get it.’ Dub said as you all headed in.

First, if you really wanted to just let loose and fucking dance like you had no worries, you needed at least three shots of rum.

So off to the bar you went a few of the guys came with while others headed to the dance floor looking for their one night stands.

You noticed that the bartender was rather handsome and decided, why not.

‘Hey, can a girl dressed like this get a free triple shot?’ you smiled, ignoring the childish whispers of your friends a few seats away with the female bartender.

‘No, but a girl as cute as you definitely can.’ he smiled as he poured your drinks.(you made sure to watch him pour it)

‘I spent forever picking out a sexy outfit, and I’m still just cute.’ you fake pouted before throwing back your first shot.

‘The outfit is…very sexy, but your face is cute as a button.’ he flirted.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling like a dork, he was totally flirting.

‘I never caught your name.’ you said as you picked up the next shot and downed it.

‘Jason, and what might your name be sweetheart?’ he asked as he leaned against the bar top.

‘(Y/N).’

‘That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.’

‘You’re a charmer aren’t you?’ you teased before taking the last shot.

‘A little.’ he smirked.

Before you could give a flirty response Slim and Dub were pulling you away from the bar.

‘Time to dance.’ Rook said as they dragged you.

‘To be continued!’ you yelled.

‘What the hell, I never cock blocked you guys so why are you twat blocking me!’ you glared at them.

‘Kells said he didn’t like the looks of that guy.’ Rook said before he headed off into the crowd.

‘Look man, I don’t see nothing wrong with the dude, but after last time…’ Slim said, letting you fill in the rest.

After the disastrous Tender date Slim had been keeping a closer eye on you, making sure you were OK.

‘I get it, thanks for looking out, but I’m good. Go on and grind on some girl.’ you assured him before sending him off.

Well since you were already on the dance floor and full of shots you might as well dance. The Music was blasting, the lights were flashing and everyone around you is just vibing.

No partner needed you threw your hands in the air and and just let loose, the music was perfect to just sway to.

After a while you felt someone begin to grind behind you.

You turn and see Kells swaying behind you, for a second you think maybe you should put some distance between you two but you were drunk and deep down it felt right.

You two swayed and then the song changed to faster one and by then the shots were in full affect, so with no second thought you bent over and the twerking began.

You felt Kells press against you even more and his hand on your lower back.

After what felt like half an hour you were so tired and  by the looks of it so was Kells.

‘I’m gonna go get some drinks before we get back in there.’ you said.

You headed back to the bar.

‘I need something fruity and cold…strawberry daiquiri, I’ll take it free if you can.’ you smiled as you sit down.

‘I don’t charge cute girl a penny, but your boyfriend might need to buy it for you.’ he said as he started making the drink.

‘Boyfriend? Oh no he’s he’s just a friend.’ you said, realizing now how you and Kells must have looked just now.

‘Well your friend is glaring at me like I kicked his puppy.’ Jason said motioning to where Kells was standing on the other side of the room.

And he was indeed glaring.

‘He’s just protective, with good reason, if I’m being honest.’ you said as you accept the drink.

‘Look, you are absolutely adorable and I am into you, but I don’t like fooling around with girls with other dudes.’ he said as he wrote something on a napkin.

‘So how about you call me when he’s out of the picture.’ Jason smiled as he slid the napkin over with his number on it.

You looked at the number and smiled, then you turned and saw Kells talking to some girl and frown.

‘See? Just friends, so how about you come and dance with me far a bit?’ you flirted.

You watched him sway his head in thought before he walked around the bar and pulled you to the dance floor.

‘My drink.’ you whined.

‘I’ll make you another one.’ he smiled as he spun you around and pulled you close to him.

He had his hands on your waist as you both rocked, chest to chest, faces only a few centimeters apart.

‘You got some moves.’ you whispered.

‘So do you.’ he smiled down at you.

‘I have a few more moves up my sleeve.’ you smiled as you put your arms around his neck.

‘Oh yeah? Show me what you got.’ he challenged.

Just as you started to lean in for the kiss you were being pulled out of Jason’s arms, off the dance floor and out the club.

The whole while you were kicking and slapping to be let go, but the arms remained.

Finally when you were at the van the guy let you go.

‘What the ever living fu-Kells?’ you shouted angrily when you see who had pulled you away.

‘You don’t even know that guy.’ he said.

‘You didn’t know that girl in the gold dress, but I didn’t snatch you out the club!’ you argued.

You took a step back and a deep breath to calm yourself enough to talk without yelling.

‘I know you are just looking out for me, after what almost happened last time I get it. I appreciate it, I really do, but every guy I talk to will be like that and-’

Before you could finished you feel Kells’ lips pressed against yours.

You brought your hands to his chest to push him away, but you ended up pulling him closer.

One of his hands slid down your back to your ass while the other played in your eyes.

You should stop, this isn’t like last time, you weren’t a virgin this time, he was doing you a favor this time.

This time he wanted you.

Despite what you thought, you couldn’t stop.

You fumbled with the van door behind you, thankful Rook never locks the door.

You and Kells climb into the back seat and we all know what happened back there.

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Anonymous said: Idk if you’ve already got a request for this before. But like maybe one where you are friends with the gang and has a crush on Archie since he always stood up for you when you were bullied but you never say anything bc Betty always like him and then chuck starts targeting you for his playbook & being his douchebag self and Archie loses his cool and a fight breaks out. You yell at him for getting himself hurt but then he confessed

Hey, I hope this is what you wanted. Thanks for reading! 


It had been two months - two months since Betty and Jughead had started dating. And honestly they were great for each other.

At the booth, where the five of us spent most Friday nights , I couldn’t help but feel a blush over staring at Archie. The light hit him just right, the way he giggled just made it impossible not to like him.

He had always been nice to me - since we were kids to even when he got on the football team. His school status may have changed but not the shining personality that was Archie Andrews. 

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