oh god it looks awful

i just saw something on netflix and

world of winx

oh my god im howling

it looks so fucking awful?? its so ugly. i mean the first one was ugly but what the fuck is this lmfaooo

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I woulda given you the news but, y’know, you kinda made it clear you didn’t want to hear from me, so . . . 

Éponine, Marius and the Triumvirate from Jean Valjean (1963)

by Le Théâtre de la Jeunesse

This adaptation continues to be Pure Gold. PURE GOLD I SAY.

- Éponine’s constant fourth wall breaking

- Marius being a big baby (and a massive Napoleon nerd)

- EC^2 being ABSOLUTE DORKS OH MY GOD LOOK AT THEM

- Enjolras’s hilari-awful waistcoat

- “A present from an inspector of the police”

- All the banter about Marius dying omg

Also just all the incredibly giffable moments. Especially by the courtesy of Éponine but the others aren’t far behind.

(I’m having trouble translating Éponine’s argot, though. I didn’t sign up for this…)

i love sickfics okay i am forcing this upon you

“Lance!” Shiro’s stern voice sounded muffled as Lance took a breath. He was having trouble concentrating, and it felt like he was fading in and out of consciousness. He felt beads of sweat on his forehead and hastily wiped them away, trying to focus on piloting Blue.

“Lance, we need to separate to distract them,” Shiro prompted, his voice sounding muffled still. Lance swallowed and blinked away the dizziness before responding.

“Roger that,” Lance managed, hoping his voice didn’t sound too awful. He had little energy to speak, and he used all he had to make sure he sounded normal.

“Lance, go to the right, I’ll go to the left, Keith go in front, Pidge go above, and Hunk, you just fly around them in circles,” Shiro ordered.

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Hunk questioned doubtfully. Lance suppressed a sneeze.

“It’ll have to. Let’s move!” Shiro demanded. Lance blearily watched the paladins fly into their places, and slowly followed suit and piloted Blue to the right.

Lance felt his heart race and sweat dripped down onto his nose. His breathing was faster than he wanted it to be, and he took off his helmet to wipe the sweat away. It was no use, he was already drenched in it.

Lance was sure that he was sick. He felt subpar the other day, but he thought it was just from stress and being tired, so he slept it off. He was dead wrong.

Lance was shivering, but sweating at the same time. His face felt hot and he couldn’t stop coughing.

Lance’s mind has been so foggy, he hasn’t even been moving Blue very much. He’s been flying to the right, and almost ended up out of range since he wasn’t focusing.

Lance felt his lion sway in circles, and quickly but lethargically lunged to the controls, trying to gain control of Blue. It only made it worse, and Lance realized that Blue was flying fine.

Before Lance could think of anything else that could’ve been wrong, he passed out and fell to the floor of his lion. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed them somewhere safe and hidden, making sure that nothing got to the ill blue paladin.

“Where’d Lance go? He’s out of range,” Pidge questioned, flying her lion down to attract the Galra fleet’s attention before springing up again.

“He’s supposed to be distracting them with us,” Keith muttered, flying towards the fleet from the front and then sharply turning away when they fired a shot towards the red lion.

“Wait a second,” Shiro mumbled, looking at the map his lion was showing him. The blue dot that represented Lance was blinking and stationary.

“Lance isn’t moving, and his lion’s sending out some kind of distress signal,” Shiro pointed out.

“Keith, go find Lance,” Shiro ordered suddenly, gripping his lion’s controls to distract the Galra fleet.

“Are you sure you can make do without me?” Keith questioned worriedly.

“Someone has to make sure Lance’s okay,” Shiro pointed out. Keith sighed reluctantly, and grabbed Red’s controls, flying his lion to where Blue was.

“Alright Lance, where are you,” Keith muttered, eyeing the map every few seconds to make sure he was headed in the right direction. The red lion flew into the cave where Blue was, landing and ejecting Keith.

Keith dusted off his paladin armor and huffed, looking at the blue lion. Blue seemed to be in great shape, so why did she have an emergency landing and use her distress signal?

“Lance?” Keith called, entering the helm of the blue lion. He gasped when he saw that Lance was unconscious and on the floor. Keith gently moved his body so Lance’s back was rested against the wall.

“Oh no,” Keith muttered, studying the blue paladin. His skin was pale, and he was sweating and shivering. Keith placed the back of his hand on Lance’s forehead to discover he had a raging fever.

“Guys?” Keith called into the intercom.

“What’s going on?” Shiro questioned, sounding distracted.

“Lance is shaking, sweating, unconscious, and he has a raging fever,” Keith replied, trying to think of ways to rouse him from unconsciousness.

“Oh no, that’s not good,” Shiro replied. Keith sighed, searching Blue for a water bottle or something.

“We’ll be there soon, we’ve almost got this covered,” Shiro addressed. Keith muttered a response before taking off his helmet. Keith rummaged around Blue until he found a water bottle. It was small, but it would do the job.

Keith found a cleaning rag in the corner and grabbed it, drenching it in cold water. He wrung out the rag and draped it across Lance’s forehead. Just moments later, Lance opened his eyes and coughed.

“Oh thank God,” Keith sighed heavily in relief. Lance coughed again, his tired body doubling over. He groaned and leaned back against the wall, sniffling.

“What happened?” Lance muttered, looking around Blue and realizing that he was no longer in the air, he was on the floor and in a cave somewhere.

“You must’ve passed out. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed you guys in here,” Keith explained, grabbing the damp rag from Lance’s forehead and pouring more water over it before wringing it out again. Keith draped it back over Lance’s forehead, and Lance sighed at its cool touch.

“You’re in rough shape,” Keith muttered, looking the blue paladin up and down. Lance scoffed bitterly but was interrupted by a harsh cough.

“Thanks,” Lance replied, his voice scratchy.

“Keith?” Shiro’s quiet voice sounded from Keith’s helmet which was set off to the side. Keith picked it up and swiftly placed it over his head, pressing the intercom button on the side.

“Yeah? What’s going on?” Keith questioned.

“We’re on our way to your location, stay put,” Shiro ordered before going offline. Keith sighed in relief. Lance looked confused, but before he could ask what was going on, another harsh cough wracked his body.

“Everyone’s on their way, Allura and Coran have been alerted and they’re on their way as well,” Keith assured.

“Is the mission over?” Lance asked, his sick voice low and quiet.

“For now, you need to get better before we do anything else,” Keith pointed out. There was a moment of silence before Keith looked at Lance with sudden hostility.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?” Keith questioned, his voice angry.

“I did,” Lance replied defensively.

“Oh, pffftt, when?” Keith questioned hotly in reply.

“This morning?” Lance replied, his statement sounding more like a question to get his point across. Keith raised an eyebrow, urging Lance to explain.

“‘Hey guys, I don’t feel very good, I’m gonna take it easy today,’ is what I said,” Lance added. Keith raised both eyebrows to indicate he still had no idea where this was going.

“Does ‘C’mon Lance, we’re all tired. Suck it up, let’s go’ ring a bell?” Lance questioned, attitude clear in his tone, despite sounding sick and tired. Keith immediately looked guilty and his eyes shot down to the floor.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pouting. Lance coughed harshly again for about 10 seconds, his face turning red before he could stop to take a breath.

“To be fair, I didn’t feel as bad this morning as I do now,” Lance replied. Keith was about to say something, but he heard the castle outside and saw the other lions waiting for them.

“Can you fly Blue?” Keith questioned, helping Lance up. Lance wobbled and coughed, leaning onto the pilot chair for support when his world spun again.

“I could try,” Lance responded, swallowing as he sat down in the pilot chair. Keith nodded briskly before leaving and going into the red lion. Lance sighed and his shaky hands fumbled with the controls, taking a minute before finally exiting the cave and flying into his hangar in the castle.

The other paladins, Coran, and Allura were waiting for Lance to exit his lion. Lance huffed as he slowly stood up, quickly throwing his arms to the pilot chair to catch himself when he grew dizzy. He wobbled out of the blue lion, and everyone’s faces fell when they saw Lance.

“Oh my God, you look awful,” Pidge pointed out, her eyebrows high. Lance sniffled and a harsh cough wracked his body for the thousandth time that day, almost knocking him over.

“I think I’m gonna go in my room for now,” Lance muttered.

“You do that,” Shiro replied, patting Lance’s shoulder gently as to not knock him off balance as he wobbled slowly down the hallway. His tired body slumped as he opened his bedroom door.

Lance slept a lot the next few days, and whenever he came out of his room to grab a snack or a meal, everyone apologized profusely for not listening when he said he felt under the weather. Lance accepted their apologies, assuring them that it was okay.

Keith spoiled Lance endlessly with soup, water, and medicine, he made a swift recovery after a few days. Lance thanked Keith for taking care of him, to which Keith just said, “You’d do the same for me” in reply.

After that, whenever Lance said he wasn’t feeling up to something, he was bombarded with questions like, “Are you sick?” or “Are you okay?” “Do you have a fever?” “Do you need medical attention?” Lance would just chuckle and say he was tired, and then he laughed again when everyone sighed in relief.

Lance was glad that his fellow paladins cared for him so much. He knew that if he ever felt under the weather again, he would be in good hands.

Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 

PART ONE HERE.

PART TWO HERE.

EPILOGUE HERE.

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Undercover Discovery

Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: No. You and Spencer are asked to go undercover at a couples retreat to catch a couple that have been performing high-profile kills. You successfully catch the UnSubs and discover something that you had always wanted to know.

Word Count: 2,331, Warnings: None.

A/N: I had this idea in my head for a long time after watching Season 8 Episode 18 of NCIS: Los Angeles. Eric and Nell went undercover to a couples retreat and it was really cute. This is slightly different but definitely inspired by it. This fic is honestly major fluff and God, Reid is such an amazing human.

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by mggandme

“Wait,” you said gently shaking your head in confusion. “Let me get this right. You want Spencer and I to go undercover at a couples retreat?” blinking vicariously and cocking an eyebrow at your unit chief. “Precisely, yes,” Emily replied professionally yet somehow her voice exposed to you that this was a ruse to get you to admit your undying love for the oblivious genius. The team’s glance switched between you and Spencer as he sat awkwardly in his seat, switching his weight from one leg to the other. “Look, guys, it’s only for two nights until we can catch the couple in the act,” explained Luke taking another sip of his now cold coffee. You rolled your eyes and turned to Spencer, he nodded up at you whilst fiddling with his thumbs signalling he’d be willing to do it. “Alright, fine. We’ll do it. Garcia, what can you tell me about the couple and the retreat?” Asking the peppy blonde as you sat down in a chair next to Spencer. “Well, munchkin. The couples retreat you’re going to go to is called ‘The Homestead’ located in Hot Springs, Virginia. The Homestead is a luxury resort located in the Allegheny Mountains. The couple..”, she began as she pressed the stubborn button on her remote causing pictures of the couple to pop up. “Liam Hart, 31 and Mary Davis, 28 are both going to be attending this weekend.”, the team nodded, scanning their tablets for more information. “Alright. JJ and Alvez, I want you as well as Reid and Y/L/N to be hooked up with in-ears and you can feed them information along the way.”, they obliged, slowly getting up from their seats. “Now, you two. Act like a damn couple, hold hands or something,” exclaimed Rossi as he pointed a finger at both of you, causing the other team members to stifle their laughs. “Go home and start packing, I want you back here in 2 hours,” Emily stated whilst walking away to her office, the evidence of a smirk dripping in her voice.

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smooth sailing

He felt still rather like a man waiting for the axeman’s blade to drop; his body had become accustomed to this breakneck coltish pace, and nothing had convinced it yet that the danger had passed. 


some mid-episode-87 percahlia. 1.5k words. gentle pwp guest starring a Very Bad Nautical Joke* and a copious helping of fluff. explicit, but not as explicit as some things i have written! enjoy.

*to fans of patrick o’brian: sorry. you can already guess what joke it is.


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(Credence Barebone x Reader) A Safe Place [Pt.4] [SMUT]

Title : A Safe Place [Pt.4]

Request : No

Smut/Warnings : Yes/blowjobs, eating out, fucking, slightly rough, mentions of abuse

Word Count : 4,717 (HOLY SHIT IKR)

A/N : i present to you… CREDENCE BAREBONE SMUT!! God this fic took me forever. I kinda think he’s kinda OOC, sorry for that. There still will be the last part for this series. One or two, not sure. Anyway, enjoy this y’all sinners lmao. I might write some more Barebone smut because let’s face it HE DESERVED BETTER. Oh btw requests are open!

Tagging @moonlight53 @weasleywickedwarlock @ichooseyouprocrastination

First : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154409724774/credence-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt1

Previous : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154634234094/credence-barebone-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt3

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The next day after the incident starts off as usual, but without Tina coming with the both of you. She’s still in bed, unlike her usual, workaholic self. “She’ll find something to do, let’s not worry about it too much,” Queenie says to you. Even though she says so, you can feel the worry in her tone.

You want to wake Tina, to say that it will be alright, but you’re not so sure yourself. What will she do in the future? Will she work with the No-Majs? Or will she remain like this? The thoughts about it shudders you. As you take the last bite of your toast, you raise the wand and the plates and silverware magically march to the sink to be washed.

Seeing everything is under control, you and Queenie bid your goodbye to Tina and head to work. You silently hope she will find a good way to cope with this soon.

***

You can’t concentrate on your work, not because you keep thinking about Tina, but because of something – someone – else. You keep thinking where did he go and if he is okay. You didn’t see him today, not in the corner of the streets you passed, nor in front of a public building. Usually he would be there, giving pamphlets while waiting for you.

As read the wand permit stacking on your desk, you notice Abernathy is being too kind to Queenie than usual. Sure, you know he’s head over heels with her, but that doesn’t mean he has the right to be that awfully close with your sister.

By close, he’s currently sitting on her desk, trying to take her to dinner which she ignores as she sends you a knowing look. You chuckle, and think to yourself so she can hear it.

‘Want me to do some tricks?’ you think.

She looks up, and raises both of her eyebrows in agreement. Drawing your wand from your purse, you sneakily swing it towards him, as you mutter a spell under your breath. Soon enough, Abernathy sneezes, and he does it in front of Queenie, without closing his mouth. You hold in your laugh and do it some more.

Abernathy keeps sneezing, and Queenie is absolutely disgusted. She slaps Abernathy and he excuses himself in mid sneezes. After he left the room, Queenie looks at you disapprovingly, yet happily. She mouths a thank you as she cleans herself. And she adds, ‘it’s disgusting’.

‘You’re very welcome. Even though it is disgusting, at least he will not have the balls to talk to you for some times,’ you think. Queenie replies to you with a smile across the room.

***

You finish work early, since there’s not much to do in the beginning, and you managed to get several hours head start of going home. Queenie had asked you to buy groceries, and you’re more than happy to help her with it. Who knows, you might see Credence on your way home.

As you bid goodbye to the doorman, you walk to the general store near the park on your way home. Seeing the park reminds you of Credence. No, everything, reminds you of Credence. You can’t help but worry about his whole being. And you still remember the kiss you shared with him. You crave more of him.

Entering the store, you are greeted with the sweet smell of flower; the storekeeper is restocking flowers near the cashier. You’ve known the storekeeper since the three of you moved here in New York, with him and his wife being a wizard too. It’s always packed with No-Majs though.

“Lighting up the mood with some flowers, Mr. Jones?” you greet the shopkeeper. He’s in his mid fifties, both of his sons is outside the city, travelling together.

“Ah, [Name]! I suppose I am, since it has been either snowing or raining here,” he replies.

“Where’s Mrs. Jones?” you ask him as you scan the shelves full of goods. You take a bag flour, a box of teabags, and some sugar. You continue to fulfill the list in your hands as you talk to Mr. Jones.

“Oh, she’s in the back, baking some pies. Do you want some [Name]?” he offers.

“Oh I shouldn’t, you’ve been very kind to us Mr. Jones,” you say as you walk up to the cashier.

“Now don’t be like that. The three of you are already like my own daughters. Abigail! Can I get some of those pies over here?!” he yells to the back.

As he packs your groceries to the paper bag, Mrs. Jones walks to the front with a fresh baked pie in hand. She’s content in seeing you, and immediately packs the pie too.

“Tell me my dear, are you a fan of blueberries?” Mrs. Jones asks you. You nod, and a smile breaks on her face. “Then you’ll love this blueberry pie I made!” she exclaims.

“Oh I love everything you make, Mrs. Jones,” you say to her.

After paying the lovely couple and say your goodbyes, you walk home with hands full of groceries, not to mention the pie and a bouquet of flower they also gave you. You’re having difficulties walking, for the groceries in your arms blocking your view.

Suddenly, you bump into someone, which sends you falling, and your groceries spilling everywhere. Thank heavens you still manage to keep the pie in your hands.

“Ouch…”

“[Name]…? I-I’m so sorry…”

Your heart races as you hear the voice you missed for so long. You look up, and see Credence kneeling in front of you, his hands held out towards you to help you stand to your feet. His clothes are slightly wet, hair disheveled, and face a bit dirty.

“Oh my God, Credence! Where have you been?! You look awful!” you exclaim as you take his hand, brushing your coat.

“I… I don’t know…” he answers. He seems lost, and you dare to guess he hasn’t eaten any food since morning. Probably since yesterday.

“Okay, you’re coming with me then!” you decide. You pick up the fallen groceries, and put it back into the paper bag. Then, when you’re settled, you start to walk again, only to be stopped by Credence who puts his hand on your arm.

“…Let me, um, help you,” he says. He hesitantly takes the paper bag in your arms, and the bouquet of flower too. You link your arm with his, and lead him to your apartment.

“Thank you Credence, you’re such a gentlemen,” you say.

***

When you reach the front door, you ask Credence to be as quiet as possible, afraid of Mrs. Esposito kicking the three of you out of the building. Lucky enough, once you enter the building, you hear a fairly loud snore coming from the first room. She’s having her usual afternoon nap.

Credence surveys the building, his eyes going everywhere as he silently follows you upstairs. With every step you take, you grow even more nervous. You’re bringing a man into you and your sisters’ apartment, and it’s not an ordinary man, it’s Credence. The man who you shared your first kiss with.

You unlock the door into your apartment and let Credence in first. The room is the same as you left it this morning, with an exception of there are Tina’s clothes drying near the fireplace, the thread of string which holds the garment floating magically. There are several dishes being washed, indicating someone – Tina – was here not long ago. She must have left.

“Well… Welcome to my humble abode. Let’s get you warm, shall we?” you say, putting the pie on the dining table.

Credence, amazed by the magic in the room, stares in awe. The warm lighting in the room gives him a tingling feeling in his chest. You take the groceries in his hand, your hand brushing against his. You don’t seem to notice though. You then proceed to place each one of them in their own places.

“Can you take off you jacket please? Or maybe your vest and too… I’ll wash and dry them, if you want,” you say.

He seems hesitant and scared at first, but he obliges. He takes off his jacket and vest, handing them to you. You take them both and take out your wand. With a swing of your wand, you send the clothes floating to wash themselves. Credence looks at you in amazement, still taking in the fact that you’re a witch.

You step into your room to change into something more comfortable, a simple dress hanging loosely down your body. Thin and loose, yet compliments your body. You walk out of your room and find him still standing near the door.

“Now… Would you like some tea? Or cocoa maybe?” you ask him. He nods, and you take his arm and guide him to the front of the fireplace. You cast aside Tina’s hanging clothes and let Credence sit by the fire. You guide his freezing hands to near the fire, and he cringes in the process.

“Credence…” you speak. He doesn’t answer and shows his hands to you, which is painted with newly crimson scars. You heal him again with your magic, and kiss his knuckles, to calm him down.

Then, you guide his hands again, warming him up. “Just relax, okay?”

As you’re about to stand to make him the promised warm drink, he stops you by holding onto your dress. He looks like he’s about to cry, and you immediately crouch down to his level.

“Love… Are you okay? Did she hurt you anywhere?’

Tears stream down his cheeks, and he starts sobbing. His sobbing is so heartbreaking, that you can’t help yourself but hug him. He cries to your dress, making it wet, but you can care less.

“I’m here Credence. I love you, I love you. I’m here, my love, I am here,” you calm him down. He grasps onto your dress tightly, not wanting you to leave, even though you know you’re not going anywhere.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing circles on his back as you gaze into his teary eye. He blinks, and even more tears stream down, but he nods. You kiss his forehead, as you scoots a little to lean onto the couch.

You caress his hair lovingly, constantly placing careful kisses on his face. His breathing slowly calms down, and you conjure a handkerchief to wipe his tears and snot. Once he’s fully calm, yet still puffy eyed, you lead him to sit onto the couch and make him the cocoa.

You hand the mug to him, and he holds it in his shaky hands.

“What… What’s wrong, Credence?” you hesitantly ask.

“I… I want to show you something…” he begins. “But… Please don’t leave me… And I know you will be afraid… But please…” he says desperately.

“I won’t leave you. And I will try not to be scared.” you say with certainty in your voice.

He looks around, looking for a secluded place to do it, and you notice his nervousness. You stand and guide him to your bedroom, locking it behind you. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously looking at him.

He stands and takes a step back, and a black smoke starts to emanate from him. You know it’s not some ordinary smoke, for it doesn’t have any smell, and there are red sparks of fire in it. Your heart races from fear, but you try not to look scared. You know that, whatever this thing is, is Credence.

The smoke keeps getting bigger as the vessel, his human body, disappears into the darkness of the smoke. The smoke may look terrifying, but it’s calm nonetheless. A mix of black dust and sparks of fire, swirling into a vortex. Slightly, you can hear a sobbing inside it. Credence’s broken sobs and cries for help.

Shakily, you stand to your feet, and walk towards the smoke. Your fear subsides, to be replaced by pity and sympathy. Hands reached out towards the core, the smoke stops moving, and envelopes you in it. You sense the smoke around your body, its dust swirling, touching, and floating around, all in a slow motion.

Your hand touches something solid, and the smoke slowly form the face the man you love. His eyes are shining white, but the light is dulled with his tears. It displays all of his fear, sorrow, and depression, all of them in his eyes. He is afraid. Afraid of rejection from you, someone who he trusts fully for the first time. He is showing you all of him.

You raise your other hand and cup his face in your hands, bringing his forehead to yours. The smoke disappears, and solidifies back to his body. “I’m here Credence. I’m here,” you tell him over and over, as if a it’s a spell, chanting it to calm him down.

“A-Aren’t you afraid…? O-Of me…?”

“I am, at first,” you start, as your hands travel to his own, gripping it with reassurance. “But I know it’s you, so I am not now,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“B-But I don’t even know what I am… And I-I destroy things, I almost kill people…”

“I know what you are,” you say, looking at him in the eyes. “You are Credence. I know that you know who you are, and you I know you don’t do all of them on purpose.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging the slouched body. He hugs back, lean his head to your shoulder, cries onto it. “Ssshhh… It’s okay, I accept you for who you are. I love you. All of you.”

As the smoke completely disappears, back to his body, you ask him to sit on your bed while you make the long forgotten promised mug of hot drink in the kitchen. He shakes his head, and hold onto your arms.

“I- I still want you to see every part of me, for wh-who I am,” he says. Vulnerability thick in his voice, with trembling hands, he unbuttons his shirt, one by one, revealing his bare, scarred chest. You gasp when you see his skin underneath, his scars showing a tragic beauty in it.

“Mother… When s-she’s not satisfied with my palms… She also does it here…” he claims, guiding your hand to his chest. As your soft skin comes in contact with his scars, you can feel his pain and suffering. Everything that monster he calls mother has done to him… Your hand carefully caress the scars, from his chest, to his shoulder, then to his back as you pull his shirt off and slowly get closer and closer to him.

“Does it… Still hurt…?” you ask, running your fingertips to his face. He tilts his face towards you and say, “No, but I still remember every single one… Like it was yesterday…” he says.

“Do you… Do you want me to heal you…?” you hesitantly ask.

“I… To be honest… Yes, but… I want you to see me, or… Maybe love me, like…” he pauses and motions to his body, “…this. This broken and ugly self…”

“Credence… Stop… Stop saying you’re ugly, because you’re not. You are beautiful. Especially your kind hearted soul and I don’t want anyone else but you,”

Hearing you say that, the uncertainty in his eyes and voice slowly fades away, and he takes your lips in his. The kiss wasn’t like the first one you shared, this time, he is more certain of what he wants, about how he feels, and about you.

You gave him the assurance he needs. And he needs nothing else. Just you.

As he kisses you, you swiftly slip your tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise. His face is beet red, and his body is stiff as a statue. Still kissing, you guide him to lay down your bed. You break the kiss, a trail of saliva between yours and his mouth.

Breathless, he lays underneath you as you straddle his hips. You lean down and kiss him again, this time, his hands ___ going to the side of your face and neck. As your left hand holding your body from falling to his, your right one goes between your heated bodies, to his abdomen, and lowers to his crotch. He gasps sharply when your hand palms him through his trousers, the garment getting tighter by the second.

“I-I-“he stutters, lost for words.

“Can I do it Credence…?” you ask. “Can I give it to you? Will you let me?”

Panting, he nods and you palm him harder, giving pressure to the hardening manhood. He grits his teeth, and his hands go from holding your face to grasping the sheets. You kiss his face to make him relax, taking your right hand from his crotch. He sighs and whines in the lost of contact, and you seductively smile at him.

“Be patient, Credence. I want you to see me for who I am too,”

You take out your wand, and you swing it to your dress. You place your wand on your bedside, and as you do so, your dress takes itself off your body. It goes floating to the inside of your closet, and hung neatly.

You’re left with your underwear – a bra, a loose corset, and a pair of panties.

His hands twitch at his sides, and you chuckle.

“You can undress me, if you want,” you say.

“W-Well… I- Uh, do you want me to…?”

“I do, Credence.”

You sit on his lap, feeling his hard manhood underneath your folds. You bite your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Credence sits up, and his hands go behind your back.

You lean your head against his shoulder as he attempts on unclasping your bra. After a few attempts, he looks flustered; embarrassed that he cannot do such a simple task.

“Here, here, let me help you,” you say as your hands go to your back, and unclasp it in one swift motion. “It’s okay Credence,” you say, pecking his lips. “I usually can’t do it too.”

You slide off the straps from your shoulder, and Credence holds his breath when he sees you do it. He darts his face to the side, obviously embarrassed at the sight, yet curious of you.

“Don’t be shy Credence,” you say. You take his hand and bring it to your breasts, and when you do so, you feel his cock twitching inside of his trousers. His breath hitches on his throat, and he looks at you with a bright, red face.

“It’s okay, I will not be angry. You can touch the other if you want to.”

He realizes the fact that if his mother knows, the amount of punishment he will receive might kill him. Lust is one of forbidden things in the house of Barebone. But with you, someone he loves and trusts, he can’t help it.

Credence shakily raise his hands to the other breast, and you sigh when his cold hands comes in contact with your breast. Your nipple gets hard, and he fiddles it between his fingers, curiosity plastered on his face. You whimper when he does so, and Credence, satisfied with the sound you made, does it harder to the other one.

“A-Ah! Credence! I- Ah!”

He remains silent and experimentally licks your nipples, and begins sucking it with his mouth. You gasp again at his newfound confidence, and tangle your fingers in his hair. He keeps sucking, licking, and biting, while playing with your other one, playing it like a toy.

You pull his head back, tearing his mouth from your nipple, and kiss the base of his neck. You leave butterfly kisses from the base of his neck, up to his earlobe. You also constantly licks his neck, and he moans when you do so.

He lifts you briefly, and puts you down beneath him, as his hand goes to the back of your waist, pulling the string of the corset. He takes it off carefully, releasing you from the tightness of the corset. Credence then looks at you, unsure what to do.

“T-Take my panties off,” you say breathily.

He obeys, and he pulls down your panties slowly, with both of his hands. You shudder when your wet folds meet the cold air, and Credence seems to be in awe seeing your naked body.

“Now… Y-You can try anything you want…”

He looks up, surprised. “A-Are you sure…? What if I hurt you…?”

“I will speak if it hurts… For now… I want you to do what you want,” you answer.

Credence breathes in, and he begins his exploration of your body, slowly. He moves backwards, to the edge of the bed, and starts from your feet. He kisses your ankle, and then trails more kisses to your knees, all the while worshipping your body. Not to mention his long, slender fingers who caress your skin softly.

“You’re so beautiful… Like a goddess… My savior…”

He moves higher, to the insides of your thigh. You’re extremely sensitive in the area, and with every kisses he gives, your breathing turns into pants.

“Oh my God, ah!”

“A light in the darkness…” You cover your face with your hands, ashamed of the expression you make.

“My sweet, my love… Please…” he says, uncovering your face by taking your hands in his, and he kisses your knuckles the way you did. “There’s no need to be ashamed of…” Even though his words are thick with adoration and honey, you still feel the fear and the nervousness in his voice. You make no comment on this though.

He hesitantly spreads your legs, and dips his head in between. He licks the wet folds, and your hands immediately grasp the sheets. You thrust your hips upwards, and he takes the pleasure to another level. Credence, with less nervousness, starts lapping your cunt, licking and dipping his tongue inside you.

“H-Holy shit, Credence! I- I-“

He keeps doing so as he notices the small bud near your cunt, and he touches the bud with his finger. You gasp again when he does so, and he replaces his finger with his thumb, and makes a circling motion.

As he picks up the pace, you can feel the tension building in your lower abdomen. You’re getting close. You just need that push.

“C-Credence- P-put your finger inside of me-“you say shakily.

He conforms and inserts his index and middle finger deeply inside you. You arch your back and let out a moan. “N-Now, pump it in a-and out.”

He does what you asked him to do, and begin pumping his fingers in and out of you. Just then, he hits the right spot, and you let out the building tension. You cum onto his fingers, and he watches in shock.

“Credence… Have- Have you ever done t-this before…?” you ask him as you hastily pull his face to you. He shakes his head and he welcomes your lips to his. “Because you’re such a professional in doing that,” you mumble between the kisses. You wipe his hands with your sheets, and he looks in wonder.

“Now,” you begin, switching places with him, where he’s beneath you this time. “Your turn.”

You pull down his trousers and his briefs forcefully, letting his cock spring free. He hisses when you do so, the sensitive head wet with precum.

“Getting really excited, aren’t we?” you say as you take his cock in your hands. You slowly pump his manhood from the base, and he throws his head back, moaning your name as well as enjoying the feeling.

You take the cock into your mouth, and begin licking his head feverishly. The salty taste fills your mouth, and you hollow your mouth and suck it harder. Then, you take all of him inside of your mouth, only to be able to take 2/3 of it because of the length of his member. You bob your head up and down, and he keeps groaning and grunting your name.

Once you feel you’ve built enough tension, you suck his head hardly, while you pump his base with your hands.

“[N-Name], I- I- Aaah!!”

With a scream, he shots his cum into your mouth, and you take it generously. You gulp down the salty liquid, and wipe the spilled cum on your hands and mouth. Credence looks at you in disbelief, with lust and love shining from his eyes.

“Now… To the main course…” you say to him. Your hand goes to his now soft cock, giving it a few pumps. Slowly, Credence’s cock is getting hard again.

“Credence,” you call his name. He looks at you.

“I love you,” you smile. He smiles back, and says, “I love you too.”

“Oh, by the way, can you um… Take the small pink box there?” you ask him. He glances to your bedside, before digging into the cupboard, and take the requested box. He gives to you, and you take out a condom, and toss the box aside.

You rip the foil in your hand, and put on the condom on his cock. Then, you position yourself on his manhood, before easing yourself slowly. He groans when you envelope his dick in your cunt, your walls tightening around him.

You move sensually, feeling his dick inside of you, stretching your walls. You begin moving, thrusting your hips, and riding his cock at the same time. He thrusts up every time you thrust down, deepening the sensation, expanding the range of his cock inside of you.

Credence feels he’s losing control of the darkness over the sensation, and he’s gritting his teeth as he tries so hard not to. Black smoke starts to emanate from him, filling the room. You notice this, and encourage him to be in control. You lean to his ear.

“Let go, Credence. Be in control… Dominate me.”

Your words were like a switch to him. In an instant, he flipped you over without taking his dick out of you. With you now beneath him again, he pins your hand to the sides. He slowly let some of the black smoke out of him, but not completely that he loses his body. He suddenly thrusts forcefully into you, making you cry in pleasure.

He keeps thrusting hard, and with each thrust, the smoke seems to move on its own, matching Credence’s motions. Your moans and his grunts fill the room, mixing into one sinful symphony. He bites down onto the nape of your neck, and you cry out his name. He doesn’t seem to hear, for he has lost control.

“Credence! Ah! I-I’m going to cum again-“

He replies with a kiss, biting down your lip as he does one last thrust which sends you over the edge. You come onto his dick, and he comes into the condom, filling it fully.

As he regains his consciousness, the smoke disappears back into him, and his body collapses beside yours. You wipe the sweat on his face, kissing him on the cheek.

“[Name]… D-Did I…?”

“You did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it,” you pause, poking his nose. “Very much,” you giggle.

He gives you a warm smile, before his looks turn into horror as he notices the bite mark on the nape of your neck. He apologizes profusely, and you calm him down by saying it can be healed with magic. Still, he looks guilty, as if he just accidentally kicked a puppy.

You want to cuddle with him, very much so, but you know your sisters might come home soon. So with your magic, you clean yourself and Credemce, clean the room, and get dressed. He looks genuinely exhausted, but you have to send him home.

As you bid your goodbye to him in the dark alley beside the Second Salem church, with one last kiss on the lips, you Apparate back to the apartment, leaving Credence with a mixed feeling of happy and sad.

He will sure to be missing you. And he will definitely see you soon. For he is now certain that he has found a safe place.

Locker room part 2

Warning: Smut ahead! Graphic sexy times with our favorite riverdale couple. Enjoy ♡

Jughead stared at his now shirtless girlfriend, who was holding her loose bra to her chest, her eyes waiting for a reaction from him, a sign that he wanted to continue. His mouth was hanging open, the curve of his thick bottom lip made Betty suddenly think how much she’d like to gently suck on it. Her eyes scanned his half naked and still wet body, only a fluffy white towel preventing him from being completely nude.

“How about instead of you putting clothes on, I’ll just take mine off?” She spoke evenly, saturating her tone with sensuality. Jughead shut his mouth and nodded, dumbfounded but wanting more. Betty let her lacy bra slip from her body, and Jughead bit his lip at the sight of her plump breasts and small dark pink nipples. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt a livelihood stirring beneath his towel. Betty noticed this, and her hands went to pull the offending cloth away.

“Betty!” His hand gripped her wrists, preventing her from exposing him. “I need some explanation. Seriously. Why…why all this all of a sudden?”

“Haven’t you ever thought about this? Because I can’t get it out of my head. I look at you, especially like this, and I… I want you Juggie.  Is that so bad?” She implored him, her crisp blue eyes searching his for answers. “Is it just me?” She felt small all of a sudden, afraid she had gone too far.

He swallowed. “It’s not just you.” He brought her hands up to his face, and kissed her fingers.

“Then what’s stopping us, hmm?” She said quietly, smirking as she looked up to his sea green eyes. He exhaled with a smile, allowing himself to relax. He pulled her into a steamy kiss, their hands exploring each other hungrily. Jughead’s hands trailed down her back, then slowly up her stomach, her ribs… his fingers hesitated at the curve of her breasts. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment, seeking her consent. A naughty grin spread through her lips, and she grabbed his left hand and lifted it up to her flesh. With a heated groan pulled her closer with his right arm around her back. He kissed her with need, his tongue teasing hers, playing with her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. She sighed and whimpered at his delicious touch, and she kissed and nibbled his neck.

Betty felt a thickness throbbing against her hips. Her boyfriend was so aroused, and she wanted to see more, do more. She reached back to his towel. He gently took her jaw in his hand and whispered, “are you sure?”. Betty replied with a hard kiss, and pulled the towel off.

She took his length in her hands, amazed at how thick and hard it already was. Her legs trembled at the intense tingling happening between her legs. She began kissing down his neck, his chest, his stomach…

She was on her knees, kissing his lower abs and hips. His member throbbed with each touch of her lips- oh god her tongue on his skin. He looked down in lustful awe at the sweet, innocent girl currently stroking him, kissing and licking the base of his member.  Then, without warning, she slid the tip of his cock into her mouth, carefully sucking and teasing it with her tongue. He moaned, loud.

“Oh f-fuck” his head tilted back and his hips shifted forward. Instinctively, he grasped her ponytail with one hand. The sounds he was making made Betty feel so good, she wanted to do anything to make him keep going. She took more and more of him, sliding it back and forth against her tongue.

Her mouth was wet, warm, velvet stroking his length, timid but purposeful. Jughead’s hips and legs tensed, his grip tightened on her ponytail. Between heavy groans he muttered “Betty… f-faster…”
She complied.
Jughead’s eyes rolled back, his body tense as his pleasure went through the roof.  It wasn’t long before he was reaching his limit.

“You- you’re gonna make me- Betty oh god-"  he pulled back on her ponytail, his body slipping from her lips and he spilled his pleasure over her collarbones and down her chest.

His cheeks flushed crimson. He wanted to apologize, but his breaths were ragged and pleading, his mind was drowning in extasy.

To his surprise, Betty giggled and stood up.
"I guess I’ll be needing a shower now…” She pulled her ponytail out, her blond waves cascading down her back. She walked towards the showers, and looked back at him with bedroom eyes. Mesmerized, he followed the blue eyed vixen with bated breath. Facing away from him, Betty kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. Keeping her legs straight, she bent at the hips as she slid her pants down, giving Jughead one hell of a view.

He watched his seductress waltz into the showers and turn the taps. Betty stood under the inviting stream, and began working her fingers through her blond locks. He stood there helpless for a moment, frozen in awe of the stunning, brilliant woman currently naked and wet right in front of him.

Once Betty’s hair was thoroughly soaked, she looked over at her boyfriend. He still hadn’t joined her, and instead was leaning against the shower entrance, eyeing her up with a gorgeous smile. She couldn’t help but smile too.
“It’s not a show Jughead,” she quipped. She delicately reached out her hand. “It’s an invitation.”

He let go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He walked in and held her by her waist, and his lips began exploring Betty’s neck, kissing and nibbling along her pulse point. He walked her backward until her back was up against the shower wall, the cool hard tile caused Betty to gasp. He switched his attention to the other side of her neck, his kisses and bites becoming slightly more aggressive.

Betty’s moans were breathy and lurid, her cheeks flushed heavily at the unfamiliar sounds she couldn’t help but make as Jughead’s hand caressed up her body. He carefully pinched her nipple between his fingers, experimenting with twists and pressures. Betty moaned louder, her hips flexing against his. Her hand ran through his hair, gripping it at the base of head. Her other hand explored his bicep, ravishing in the subtle curves of his strength.

Jughead’s hands eventually made their way down to her hips, and his necking also came to a halt. Holding her tightly, his lips just beneath her ear he attempted to catch his breath. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he realized he apparently lacked the same level of confidence as Betty Cooper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he smiled against her skin.

“I believe it’s your turn?” His voice shook slightly.
“My turn to do what?” She asked quietly. Jughead swallowed. This time, his voice was even and raspy.
“To lean back and enjoy it,”

He knelt before her, Betty slightly startled at the shift of position. He ran his hand from her hip down her thigh, and gently pulled her leg up onto his shoulder. Betty’s breathing quickened as she looked down at the black haired teen kneeling at her feet, kissing her inner thigh, trailing his soft tongue closer and closer.

 He slipped his tongue between, and trailed up and down her heat. Betty gasped at the sudden rush, and her leg flexed forward slightly, pushing Jughead against her. His tongue swirled around her clit, and her moans turned to intense whimpers and sighs. Her hands gripped his hair, her nails slightly digging into his scalp.

He told her to enjoy herself and Jughead was making her do exactly that. He wanted more, he wanted to make her lose her mind like she did to him. He pulled back, and Betty immediately looked down at him, her eyes pleading for more. He brought his hand to her body, trailing his finger up and down, he circled her entrance and looked up at her.

“Please,” her breathy consent send tingles down Jughead’s spine, and he slowly slid his long fingers inside her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered loudly, “Juggie, more, please more”
He brought his mouth to her flesh again, while pulsing his finger inside her. Her grip on his hair was almost painful, and he was surprised at how good it felt. Soon he introduced his second finger, and with a tilt forward of her hips Betty was losing it. The rhythm of his fingers inside her, pressing against a spot she didn’t know she had, his tongue flicking circles around her nerves. She slammed her hand around her own mouth, unable to stop her moans and cries of extasy. He continued, pulsing his tongue and fingers through her climax.

When her breathing slowed, he pulled his hand back, and stood up resting his arms on the wall behind her. Betty’s hands gripped his arms, and they paused there, breathing in sinc.  He was fully aroused again, his length between her legs, resting outside her body. They both recognized the tension, and froze at the crossroads they had come to.

“Jughead?” Her voice was small, but intimate. “Are we going to…”

“I… do you want to?”

She took a breath before responding. “If you do.” Jughead looked in her eyes, his expression conflicted.
“Betty I do want you, truly. It’s just…” his voice tapered off, searching for words. Betty waited patiently for his answer, her kind eyes encouraging his honesty.
“I don’t want our first time to be in the guys locker room. You deserve a warm bed, not shower where a bunch of douche bags compare their junk and make homophobic slurs everyday.”

Betty smirked, and relaxed as the tension disappeared. “You didn’t seem to mind doing everything else in here,” she flirted.

“You started it Bets. I just followed.” He quipped, turning off the taps and leading her out of the showers. The pair dried off and got dressed, a flirtatious energy still tingling in the air.

“So, do we get to do things like this again?” She coyly asked as they collected the last of their belongings. Jughead flashed a dirty smirk at her.
“Any time you want Juliet.”
Betty’s cheeks flushed pink, and she reached her hand out to him as they exited the locker room. He pulled his beanie over his wet messy locks, and took her hand. His eyes then shifted to the side as a tantalizing thought sprung to his mind.

“Betty?” He paused, still smirking. “Have you ever heard of 69?”
She held his gaze, perplexed and interested. He leaned in close, and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened, and a naughty smile spread across her lips. She spoke, sultry and soft in his ear.
“Promise me for next time.”

The impact of wearing shorts (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating : T+

Summary :  Could you do a fluffy Dean x Reader where they are in love with each other but the other doesn’t know and so the reader and dean go on a hunting trip while Sam stays back at the bunker and on the way back the reader is asleep in the back seat and like her blanket or something falls off and so dean kind of tucks her in… idk. Sorry for being so specific .

WARNINGS ! : cursing? I dunno.(will complete if I think of more - please let me know if I missed some)

CopyRight: I do not own Dean Winchester, Supernatural nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.


Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

‘A-chooooo’ you sniff and blow your nose into the already over-used napkin before you throw it into the disposal.

‘Y/N, I lost count, smells like a party, you know what they say’ Sam winks at you but you are not amused, not even by far. He notices your serious demeanor and makes himself disappear.

Are you suddenly allergic starting 5 A.M this morning? Hay fever? What is this…. You roll your eyes and sniff again as you start looking for more napkins. You used all the hand ones you had… and all the kitchen towels.  Living with two boys, you’re already low on toilet paper, they never bother to buy some , considering that they don’t use it as much. You’ve already checked, just one roll left.

‘A-choooo’ the sneezing begins again.

‘For fuck’s sake’ you throw yourself , face down on the library’s couch. You were hoping to find Sam here, but you don’t know where he went.

The sound of something rather heavy being dropped to the floor startles you. You shift into a seating position, whining and grunting. Your eyes are puffy, your nose is itching and by the way your throat feels, you can bet on a cough making its way up.

‘Ehm’ you clear your throat and through teary lashes your tired eyes see it. Sam’s filled the table with herbs and he just brought more in a huge disposal bag. ‘What’s all these?’ you sniff.

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