was to see him in the water

After Midnight: Part 1

A Dean x Reader / smut series

Dean Winchester is a hunter, and one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met. Your entire life changes when he and his brother Sam unexpectedly save your life, immediately taking you under their wing. When your ever growing feelings for each other are established, Dean discovers that no man has ever made you orgasm before, and makes it his mission to make you feel good in as many different ways as he possibly can.

A/N: Here is the first part of my new series. It’s going to be a long, and dirty ride. I really hope you guys like it. Please feel free to like, reblog, reply, and send me asks. I thrive off of your response and it makes me want to write even more. I appreciate and love all of you ♥ Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 4,548
(not every part will be this long)

Warnings:
- smut/nsfw.
- language.
- a smidge of violence.
- please do not read if you are under 18. i do not condone any minors reading my work. if i do catch it, i will block you.
- always wear a condom, kiddos!

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*gif is not mine.

You remembered the day like it was yesterday, even though it was now almost 365 days ago. It was the day your life changed forever, for both the good and the bad; the day that Sam and Dean Winchester stumbled into your life.

Working your normal shift at the local diner, you never expected the day would go any different than it normally did. Your life was spent living alone, in a seedy apartment downtown, scraping pennies together just to pay the rent. With no family left to call your own, you couldn’t help but let the misery take over on most days. Half the time, you never even paid attention to the day of the week, let alone the date, considering you worked seven days a week to get by.  Everything was just a whirlwind of crap and more crap, hiding your electric and water bill termination letters under the cushion of your couch, just so you didn’t have to deal with them.

The diner wasn’t a very busy place during the week, but on the weekends it was even worse. In order to be able to pay staff, you were designated to open and close the diner alone on Sundays. This meant that you played waitress, cashier, and cook all in one. Since it wasn’t terribly crowded, it wasn’t that hard, and it meant you didn’t have to split your tips.

That fateful night, a man you’d never seen before moseyed into the diner, and took a seat in the farthest right corner. His face was smudged, as if he’d been rolling in dirt, and his jet black hair was unkempt, with bits of twigs and leaves sticking out of it.  When you approached him to take his order, he smiled at you with rotting teeth; noticing up close his fingernails were just as filthy as the rest of him. The stranger ordered a steak ‘as rare as you can make it’, and winked at you before you walked away. You wanted to gag. The way his eyes started at you as you wrote his order down sent chills down your spine, but you brushed it away and kept moving.

About an hour later, two more men walked into the diner. They were completely different than the stranger in the corner, much taller and cleaner. They were dressed in plaid and blue jeans, with heavy boots on their feet. One was taller than the other, but not by much, with dark brown hair that stopped at his chin in beautiful, natural layers. He was handsome, but the other man was the one who caught your eye, making your heart leap in your chest as he walked towards you. He had the perfect features, with freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. His jaw was strong, and light brown hair stood in spikes atop his head. It was the first time that Dean Winchester gave you butterflies.

“Hi,” he said with a  sinfully charming smile. You felt the heat rise up at the back of your neck, as those stunning green eyes met yours. No man ever looked at you like this, like you existed, let alone someone this painfully attractive. “Can we sit anywhere?”

“Uh, yeah. Anywhere you like is fine. I’ll be over in a minute to take your order,” you somehow managed to say, grabbing some menus from behind the counter and handing them to him.

“No need,” he replied, still smiling. “Just two coffees for me and my brother, please.”

Before your brain could even respond, he was turned around and walking back towards the taller man, who you now knew was his brother. They took a seat in the booth two away from the stranger, and you noticed Mr. Green Eyes was staring directly at him. Quickly getting together their coffees and creamers, you brought them over their table.

“Thank you,” Long Hair said, taking the creamers out of your hands, as you set their coffees down gently on the table. Mr. Green Eyes was still staring at the dirty man in the corner.

“You’re welcome,” you replied. “Sugars are over there, and if you need a refill just yell.”

“What’s your name?” Mr. Green Eyes asked, finally moving his eyes.

You showed him your name tag.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft while his brother dumped as many sugars in his coffee as possible.

Trying to shake this man, with the impenetrable green eyes and 100 watt smile, you turned quickly and went back to cleaning up the vacant booths. Only an hour until closing time.

The dirty stranger left his money on the table and, of course, didn’t leave a tip. Mr. Green Eyes and Long Hair, the most gorgeous brothers in existence, did in fact leave a quite generous tip, and you couldn’t help but smile. It perked you up, and that was rare. For the next twenty minutes, you cleaned the diner thinking about Mr. Green Eyes in particular, and if you’d ever see him again.

Little did you know, you’d have your wish granted sooner than you realized.

Locking up the diner, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up, feeling someone behind you. Quickly turning around, there was no one there. However, the adjacent alley, which always terrified you to begin with, gave you the extreme creeps tonight. Tossing the keys in your purse, you began to walk to short walk home, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

“Hi, beautiful,” a groggy, hoarse voice behind you said, making you spin around so hard your neck cracked. It was the dirty stranger from the diner, and your heart fell into your stomach. You had nothing to protect yourself with.

“Get away from me,” you all but whispered, backing away from the man and preparing to run. With lightning speed he was upon you, fisting your hair in his hand and yanking you towards him.

“You smell good enough to eat, little girl,” he growled, exposing grotesque fangs with stringy drool, growing closer and closer to your face. The smell of his breath could’ve gagged a maggot. It was a rancid odor you’d never forget. His now clawed fingers played over the buttons of your white shirt, running a long scratch down your chest where your heart was beating on the inside.

“Hey!” a familiar voice yelled from behind the creature, firing a warning shot off in the arm. “Leave her alone!”

The monster didn’t let go of you, but turned his body to see who was behind him. A small window between his arm let you see who was speaking. It was the taller brother from the diner, and he was pointing a gun right at the stranger’s chest.

Hunters…” it growled, letting you go with force, dropping you to your knees on the concrete. The wind was knocked out to you. You watched from your knees as the creature was now advancing on the taller brother.

“Run!” he yelled to you, as he shot at the monster, missing his chest and hitting him in the left leg. The creature hissed and dropped to one knee, but got back up immediately to charge at Long Hair again. A punch landed on the taller brother’s face, sending him flying back. You wanted to move, wanted to run, but you didn’t want anything to happen to the man who’d saved your life. The creature was now advancing back at you. Watching Long Hair try to unjam his gun, you started to panic. Suddenly, you felt two strong hands take you under the arms and bring you to your feet with ease. You spun around to defend yourself, halting when you were met by intimidating green eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a gruff, out of breath voice. You looked behind him to see a beautiful, black 1967 Chevy Impala parked down the street that wasn’t there before. It must have been how he got here. He was also holding a gun. You tried to answer, but your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. “Stay here.”

In slow motion, you watched him expertly take the safety off his gun, and fire two shots in the creature’s back, bringing it to the ground. The taller brother raced forward and shot it straight in the chest, right where its heart should be. Finally, the creature was lifeless, blood pouring out of the wound onto the street.

“Sam!” Mr. Green Eyes yelled, running towards his brother. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” he replied in a huff, dusting the dirt off his jeans. “Go check on her.”

You watched as Dean briskly walked over to where you were standing, your brain in complete shock. Your body couldn’t move on its own, even if you tried.

“Hey, hey,” his voice soothingly said, taking your face in his hands and trying to make you look at him. Your entire body was shaking. “Listen, my name is Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam. We’re hunters, and that thing we just killed was a werewolf. Are you okay?”

Blankly you stared at him, trying to process if all of this was just a dream, your mind hallucinating from stress, or a reality. Everything was happening so fast. You could see the panic in Dean’s face, as he motioned for his brother to come closer.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” Sam said, standing behind Dean, his brow furrowed in concern. Still, you couldn’t manage to form a word.

“Alright, look,” Dean said to his brother, his hands leaving your face, leaving you feeling empty. “She’s not okay. We need to take her back to the bunker. She can rest there under our watch, we can explain everything to her, and we can bring her home.”

“I…” you started, tears welling up in your eyes. It was the first word you’d even uttered since this all began. Sam and Dean stared at you, waiting for you to continue. You couldn’t let them down.  “Don’t want to go home. I hate my shitty apartment, I hate my job. Why didn’t you just let that thing kill me?”

“Okay, enough of that,” Dean said, taking you under the knees and lifting you effortlessly in his arms. “You’re coming with us, okay?”

All you could do was nod, as Dean walked you to the Impala. He placed you gently in the back seat, covering you up with a blanket from the trunk. Sam got into the passenger side, but Dean was peering in at you from the door.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N. I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

He remembered your name, and your heart fluttered. You nodded, because it was all you could do. Dean smiled at you and closed the door, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. He looked at you through the mirror, and smiled.

“Shut your eyes,” he said, as Sam turned around to check on you. “We’ll be home in no time.”

And that’s exactly what the bunker has been to you. Home; more of a home than your shitty apartment had ever been. After they explained what they did for a living, everything about monsters and ghosts, you were on the team. Dean never let you actually go out and hunt with them, but you were more than happy to help with research, traveling with them to motels from state to state. They were your family now, and you wouldn’t of had it any other way. Except there was one point that you had never actually brought up, or even addressed, in the entire year that you’d lived in the bunker.

You were madly, deeply, head over heels in love with Dean Winchester.


“Can you please untie my boots?” Dean asked you, sitting on the end of the motel bed. He and Sam had just gotten back from a particular gruesome hunt. “I can’t even bend over to do it myself.”

Sam collapsed on the other bed, not even bothering to take his boots off.

“That bad, huh?” you asked, carefully unlacing his boots, pulling them off and placing them neatly near the door.

“Job’s done, that’s all that matters,” Sam said. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

He shot up from the bed like lightning, making sure he got the bathroom before his brother. Dean sighed heavily.

“He knows you take too long in the shower,” you said with a giggle. “He wasn’t trying to wait.”

“Are you alright?” Dean asked you, getting up to place his large hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. He was always so protective of you, so worried. Since he was touching you now, you knew it would end in flirting. Just like it always did.

“Dean, I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing ever happens to me in a locked motel room. You guys taught me how to defend myself in literally every situation. Stop worrying about me so much, you big softy.”

His gruff laugh filled the room, and your heart melted.

“Did you know today is one year exactly that you guys picked my helpless ass up off the side of the road?”

Dean grabbed a beer out of the mini fridge and sat down on the edge of the bed again. You noticed that he had flecks of blood on his forehead. Standing up, you procured a baby wipe from your duffle bag, and walked over to him.

“Is that so?” he asked, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes never leaving you. That was the thing about Dean; his eyes were so intimidating when they stared at you, as if they were staring directly into your soul. He looked up at you as you began to gently wipe the blood from his forehead, before throwing it into the trash. “Well then I think we should celebrate.”

“Dean, we don’t have to. I know you and Sam are tired, we can just–”

“Sam is gonna pass out as soon as those luscious locks hit the pillow, you know that,” he cut you off, standing up right in front of you. He was so close to you now, you could feel his body heat radiating into you.

“So what are you saying?” you asked sheepishly, feeling your face get hot, trying to busy yourself by stacking papers that were already stacked on the table.

“I think we should celebrate together, in your room. If that’s okay with you? We never get to spend any alone time together. Just me and you…”

You swallowed hard. It had never come to this before. Sure, there was always the flirting and the googly eyes back and forth between you, but you really never had been alone with Dean for longer than a few minutes. The chemistry between you was obviously there, but both of you didn’t want to complicate things. Even though this was something you’d never discussed, it was just silently known that hunters never had relationships. It was too complicated.

“Okay,” your heart agreed, even though your brain told you it wasn’t a good idea.

“Good,” he replied with a smile so wide, the crinkles by his eyes appeared. It was your favorite part of his face. “I’ll meet you in your room in an hour.”

Snapping your laptop shut, you gathered your things and left without saying goodbye, your heart hammering too hard in your chest to even speak.


You spent the next hour showering yourself, actually trying to do your makeup and hair. When the knock on the door came after midnight, you took a deep breath, before opening the door. It was just Dean, right? What could possibly happen? Finally, you opened it, to reveal a fresh showered, incredibly handsome man at the door. He was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“I brought this,” he said, walking in the door and sitting down on the bed. “I figured we would drink to you being with us for a whole year.”

“Sounds good to me,” you replied with a smile.

Dean spun the cap off the bottle and took a deep swig, before offering it to you. You also took a large gulp, which turned into you both passing it back and forth to each other; which then turned into you both being pig drunk playing a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.

“Okay…” Dean said, his head back against the bed as you both sat on the floor. It was too hard to get up at this point. You both had been very handsy with each other, very affectionate, which often happened when Dean was drunk. You didn’t matter in the slightest. “Never have I ever faked an orgasm?”

With a fuzzy brain and feeble hands, you reached out and took one big gulp from the bottle. Dean’s eyes grew wide.

“W-wait,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straighter. “What kind of men did you sleep with?”

“Shitty ones apparently,” you chuckled, looking him in the eye. You were brave under the whiskey’s influence. “I’ve actually never even had an orgasm. Well, besides from my vibrator…”

Dean choked on the whiskey that he’d just put in his mouth, a trail of it dribbling down his chin.

“Excuse me?”

Your face was getting hot now.

“Well you’re not supposed to lie when you play this game, right? I figured I could tell you in confidence…”

“No, no I mean of course you can,” he exhaled loudly. “But now I just want to show you how good it can feel. How a real man can make you feel. How I can make you feel…”

Dean had scooted closer to you now on the floor, and his hand was on your knee. Your eyes were locked onto each other, and the spark of sexual tension between you could’ve powered the room.

“Is this okay?” he asked, leaning into you and rubbing his rough hand over the top of your thigh. Good God, this was more than okay. It was what you’ve been yearning for, for over a year.

“Yes,” you breathed, his face now inches away from yours as he now hovered over you. You were leaned back on your elbows, his fists planted into the carpet now.

“Can I…”

“C-Can you what, Dean?”

Saying his name out loud, with such a wanton sound, only increased the electricity between you.

Everything…” he said with exasperation, as if it was something he’d been holding in too.

You answered him by making your lips meet, sparks flying throughout your nervous system at the contact. His hands flew up to cup your face, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. His mouth tasted so sweet, exactly what you’d expected it to taste like; like whiskey, and sweet mint toothpaste.

As softly as his drunken self would allow, he grabbed you by the waist and laid you gently on the bed, settling over top of you again. You let your hands roam everywhere you always wanted to, starting from his shoulders to the small of his back. You could feel the muscles ripple beneath his skin, as his own hands roamed your body.

Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his denim clad erection into your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your back arched instinctively at the sound of his voice, and you were dying for him to undress you. As if he could read your thoughts, he stripped you of your clothing, tossing it to the side in a heap. Seeing you sprawled completely naked in front of him, he let out a low whistle.

“You have no idea,” he started, tracing a line from between your breast to your belly button, his hands cupping your curves. “How long I’ve been dying to see you like this…”

Reaching up, you tugged at his shirt, then at his belt, desperate to see the treasures that were underneath his own clothes. Even though you were drunk beyond belief, you were coherent enough to know that you both wanted this; needed this.

Watching him strip of his own clothes was the most sinful experience you’d ever witnessed, and one you were sure you could never get tired of. Freckles dusted his shoulders and chest; his shoulders so broad you wanted to scream.

Seeing his cock for the first time made you gasp. You knew he’d be big, considering everything else about him was nothing short of perfect, but you didn’t expect it to be that big.

“Damn,” your drunk brain said, taking it in. Dean chuckled, taking your legs and spreading them gently apart.

“I could say the same for you,” he said, licking his lips as he saw what laid between your legs. His fingers gripped your inner thighs, as he lowered himself to settle right in front of your already soaking wet pussy. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look…”

Without anymore words, his lips closed around your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. You cried out, your hands immediately tugging at his hair. This only encouraged him, as he started to use his tongue, running it from the most sensitive part of your clit, down to lick up the juices you’d left behind.

“You taste even more delicious than I thought you would,” he said, before diving back in, this time inserting a thick finger inside you. You wanted to scream it felt so good, as he expertly used his tongue and fingers to inch you closer and closer to your sweet release. The noises he made as he tasted you were positively sinful, as you watched his perfect, plush lips suck at your clit.

“Dean…” you breathed, feeling the rubber band begin to snap in your stomach. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, nipping at your inner thigh, as he crooked his finger just right to hit your g-spot. Pops of white light appeared in your vision as you came, hard and fast around his finger. The most devilish smirk played at his lips, as he reached up and popped his finger into your mouth. “You see how good you taste? I don’t know why I waited this long.”

Even though you had just came as hard as you’d ever came before, you wanted more. Reaching between you, you wrapped his hard, thick cock in his hands and pumped it, watching as his eyes slowly closed. You guided it to your entrance, as he helped to thrust himself deep inside you. The perfect sting of him stretching you made your head spin, almost causing your walls to crumble already. He filled you up so well, and the sound of him groan as your walls clasped around him was one of the sexiest sounds you’d ever heard.

For the next couple of minutes, he thrust himself in and out of you, enjoying the feeling of your tightness. Dean worked his hands over your entire body, leaning down every so often to place a small peck to your lips.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead; the muscles in his abs beginning to clench.

“It feels incredible, Dean,” you managed to say, feeling the impending wave about to crash down on you. “I want to cum for you. I need to cum for you.”

“Oh please cum, baby,” he groaned, so needy. “I need to feel it.”

It was all he had to say, before you came around him, clawing at his back, leaving red welts. He threw his head back and grabbed your hips, biting his bottom lip as he came inside you. Before he pulled out of you, he kissed you long and hard, brushing the hair off of your own sweaty forehead.

With a soft chuckle, he collapsed next to you, covering his face.

“Oh my God,” he laughed. “I have the spins so fucking bad.”

You laughed next to him, feeling your stomach muscles tighten.

“I guess it wasn’t a good idea to fuck on the first date… drunk.”

Dean laughed again, this time harder, holding his stomach before looking directly at you.

“This wasn’t just a fuck for me, Y/N. I want you to know that.”

“Is that the whiskey talking?”

“No!” he practically yelled, sitting up in the bed. “It’s definitely not. I don’t know what it means exactly, but I do care about you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you said, changing the subject to something more light-hearted. There was no way you could have this conversation drunk. “You’re the first man to ever give me an orgasm.”

He patted himself on the back, emitting a giggle from you.

“I know. And I don’t want it to be the last.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your brain making it self believe that this would only be a one time thing.

“What do you mean?”

Dean took your hand in his, kissing each finger.

“I want to make you cum as many ways as I possibly can.”

Boom, boom, boom, goes your heart…

“How many possible ways is there?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “There are many.”

Dean got up from the bed and grabbed one of your notebooks from the table. He brought it back to you and sat down, all the while you continued to admire his god-like naked self.

“I want you and I to write down things we’ve always wanted to try, but never have.”

“Okay…”

“Then, we each take a turn and pick a slip of paper. Whatever it says on the paper, we try. Only if it’s something either of us are into. We can always say no, of course.”

You walked over to your duffle bag and pulled out a spare toiletry bag, dumping out its contents.

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” you said, ready for whatever adventure Dean was going to throw at you. “We can put them in here.”

“I think we should keep this from Sam,” Dean said, looking you directly in the eye. “Not that I want to hide this or anything, I just don’t want it to… complicate us.”

“Okay,” you said. “There’s no reason to tell Sam if there isn’t anything going on. It can be our little secret.”

For now…

“Right,” he agreed. “Now get to writing. I have a few ideas that I’ve been fantasizing about trying with you.”

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, as your mind raced about what may come in the near future. With shaky hands, you wrote down five things, folded them up, and put them in the bag along with Dean’s own five mystery scenarios.

“Awesome,” Dean said, kissing your forehead. “You get the first pick tomorrow night.”

Dean gathered his clothes and put them on, stopping to kiss you hard when he was done. Butterflies danced in your stomach, aching to ask him to stay, but knowing you shouldn’t.

“I should get back in case Sam wakes up,” he whispered, as if Sam could hear him through the walls. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

And with that, he was gone, closing the door silently behind him, leaving you aching and wanting for more.


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A Sad Sandwich II

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

Steve Harrington x Reader

Heeeeere’s the final part to ‘A Sad Sandwich’. 

PART I 


Steve and Scooter didn’t return home that night.

They weren’t there when Y/N got home from work the next day either.

The silent apartment was a cruel reminder of what happened the night before that she definitely did not need.

Y/N put her keys in the bowl next to the door and hung up her coat in the hall closet. She placed her boots on the shoe mat and walked into her cold, unwelcoming home. The dishes were still submerged in cold, dirty dishwater from the night before. Dirty pans were on the stove. Water was still puddled around Scooter’s bowl. But there was no Scooter. And there was no Steve.

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Batfam Embarrassing Moments at Galas

Bruce

Let’s out a loud cackle in the middle of a speech praising the work of earths Green Lantern(Hal Jordan). The crowd all turns to see Bruce Wayne laughing his fool head off at the prospect of Hal, the guy who regularly runs into buildings and hums the theme song to Star Wars in the middle of battles, being given such credit.

Dick

This was when he was still a teen… he accidentally burped really loud and let out an “oh fuck I’m sorry” right in front the mayor of Gotham. The look Bruce sent him could have turned him to stone.

Jason

Popped five hot chili peppers in his mouth. He then preceded to yell my mouth is on fire, fan his watering eyes, and stumble to the drink table to chug an entire jug of water.

Tim

Tripped, grabbed the first thing nearest to him, which was a ladies skirt, and tore the dress down the back as he fell to the floor.

Damian

Was caught, by Dick, staring at a woman’s butt in a tight dress.

Barbara

Gagged on an orderve and choked up the entire thing, which landed with a loud slop on the floor.

Cassie

At one of the Wayne banquets, Bruce asked his kids to join him on stage. She fell asleep durn the speech and tipped against Damian, who let her fall to the floor. The crowd went silent, a look of utter exhaustion flashed across Bruce’s face, and he turned to see his kids beginning a silent argument of glaring at each other(Robin was spotted falling off a building later that night).

Stephanie

Got drunk. Stumbled around mumbling “Howdy, sexy lady” to everyone.

Alfred

Non. He’s British perfection.

I’ll See You in the Drift

Michael Caboose’s world fell apart when his partner Church was lost in the drift. But when Caboose turns out to be drift-compatible with Tucker, he might have a second chance to fix what once went wrong.

Hey! What’s up, it’s my first posting for the RvB Reverse Big Bang!

I had the absolute pleasure of working with @captainkonot on this project! You can find the comic they drew here, it’s absolutely gorgeous and it was such a delight working with them! Check out the rest of their work if you haven’t already, its all fantastic. 

Pacific Rim AUs are my JAM so I had a blast writing this; I hope to come back to this AU again, because I think there’s a lot of potential and so much story still to tell! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Thanks to my dear friend @sroloc–elbisivni for beta-ing this for me!

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Outside of Sheila, the storm crashed and howled. The waves were nearly up to Sheila’s shoulders, each one roaring as it moved around the jaeger and its enemy. The kaiju they were fighting was huge; bigger than any of the ones that Caboose had seen before. Bigger than the one that Caboose and Church had killed last month, surely. Had Dr. Grey said what kind it was before they had gone out? Caboose couldn’t remember.  

Church’s mind was twined with Caboose’s, comforting and present in a way that helped slow down his racing heart.

<Focus,> Church whispered in his mind, and Caboose’s concerns melted away, replaced by the laser precision that happened when he drifted with Church. <We can do this.>

Caboose nodded, and the acknowledgement carried through the drift to Church, even though he wasn’t looking at Caboose. They stepped forward in unison, and Sheila moved with them, plowing through the turbulent sea like it was nothing but bathwater.

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anonymous asked:

Eraserhead with a villain s/o please ??

I don’t think this was intended to be angst, but I??? Turned it into angst anyway??

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

It had to be his fault.

But, as he stared at your blood-coated body kneeling on the ground in front of one of the many dead bodies on the street, he knew it wasn’t his fault.

“(F/N)…” he whispered the name, and he knew it sounded so familiar on his tongue like smooth water, but it felt like acid. You reacted instantly, scrambling to your feet and wiping the blood off of your hands before sniffling and glancing away from him to see if any other pro heroes had shown up yet: they haven’t.

He came first because he knew you would be here, and you didn’t expect him to come so quickly to “protect” you.

“I… I can-“

“Don’t say you can explain this, (F/N),” suddenly, you felt those soft scarf fibers wrap around your body, originally used for innocent tugging, but now used to restrain you as you didn’t even try to fight back; the body count alone was enough to prove you and your company’s judgement.

“I can, Shouta, but I can’t make it sound like I’m not a-a,” you swallowed hard as he pulled his glasses up; you hated that. You don’t know how you hated not being able to see the disappointment in his eyes, but you hated how this meant he was erasing your quirk now; your own boyfriend, no fiancé was doing this.

“A villain?” He breathed once you were inches away from his face. Desperate just to feel his warmth one last time, you tried to reach your hand out to brush his own. Instinctively, his hand wrapped around your own, and a smile burst along your face at the comfort of it.

“Yes, Shouta, I am a villain. I never meant for you to find out this way,” you giggled sadly, “it makes it hard to say I still love y-“

“Don’t you dare say you love me, (F/N),” he warned, his voice low and similar to he one he uses when snapping at Hizashi.

“But I do, Shouta, villains can love, and I love you!” You shouted, and you felt your heart break as he gave you one last reassuring hand squeeze before letting go of your hand, letting it slide out of his own slowly. You felt a sob catch in your chest, and you closed your eyes tightly and grit your teeth.

“I… I thought I loved you,” he quickly recovered from his stutter, turning away from you. Police sirens were nearing on you, and he began to pull more and more villains into a straight line to be captured. You stayed in place, though, and you wondered if maybe he would try to do something different with you.

“Eraserhead, how blessed that you showed up… are they all knocked out?” The police officer asked as she got out of her car. Shouta confirmed this all except you, and the police officer eyed you skeptically.

“Why is she still intact, Eraserhead?” The officer inquired, slowly pulling her gun out from its holster as more cars showed up, police men and women spilling out like a disease. You swallowed hard, blood cold with anxiousness at Shouta’s response.

“I knew her. She’s likely the strongest out of all of them, so personally restrain-“

“You act like I’m some sort of part-time friend!” You screamed, activating your quirk just as Shouta was looking back at you and blinking. Within just a single moment, everyone was looking away and blinking rapidly as you forced light out of your body.

Shouta tried to look at you and quell your quirk, but you slipped out of his bandages and ran away, the light of your quirk working wonders as you stripped yourself of your clothes to display more and more light. Just as you removed your underwear and became entirely encased in blinding light a few streets away from Shouta, you heard a shout from a hero nearby.

“Can’t you go get her?” “Are you crazy?!”

You felt hot tears dissipate on your cheeks as they poured from your eyes. You ran and ran, running so far and so long that the thing that made you stop was actually fatigue a few miles away from the city. You were in a rural area now, a few houses spotting the landscape and mostly farms with large fields maintaining the area. You collapsed in a tall corn field, careful not to crush any of the corn as to give away your location. You sobbed, gasping for air as the cool mud began to calm your racing heart.

“Sh-Shouta…” you whispered, the bit your arm as you let out a guttural screech.

“I love you!”

-

Of course, you had to be found out sometime. About a month after your run, the farmer that had found you recognized who you were. He called the police just moments after having breakfast with you, seeing you as a “pleasant guest” who could create light for plants that needed extra light.

When you tried to run away whilst growing bright enough to mask a good few feet in all directions around you as well as blind them, you heard a few bullets whizz past you before one made it to your arm. The sedation took effect immediately, and you gasped in pain and shock as you fell to the pavement ground. Your quirk waned, and you sobbed as you tried to crawl away from them, grabbing and pulling at any small pebbles or dirt that you could see, your vision fading away like a lullaby.

“Her? A villain? Well, if you s…a……y,” the female police officer’s voice drifted away into a black void, and your dreams consisted of nothing. You had nothing to live for now; your boss had long ago stopped responding to your messages and calls, and Shouta knew you were a villain.

This was it for you. You would wake up in a prison, maybe finally treated for the month-old wounds the farmer had half-hazardously tried to fix up. You felt yourself drift in and out of consciousness, but it took a day or so for you to fully awaken. Within that time, you heard many sounds and whispers, saw swimming colours, felt fabric to leather to cotton, but most of all, you heard the distant angered shout of someone you knew had to be him.

“(F/N)!” It was so full of love, but it was also full of hurt and longing. It saddened you to know that that was the last time you would be hearing him say that; you didn’t even know what to call him anymore.
Shouta? Fiancé? Lover? Maybe Eraserhead…

Anyone who is good at drawing…

I’ve had this cute headcanon where Rey and Kylo are training on the cliff, and in the moment Kylo kisses her real quick. Just a cute lil peck cause he can’t help himself.

Rey gets flustered and in embarrassment/reflex, she kicks him in the chest and off the cliff.


Our boy Kylo goes flying into the water😂

I just see this as a cute comic strip and I wish I could draw it! Anyone who feels inspired or would like to use this idea is free too✌️

Shark Week

Harry comforts Y/N and makes her cookies

Curling up in a ball and sobbing was not your ideal night. With your hair strewn over your face, part of your hair pulled back in a half ponytail, wearing a loose shirt that belonged to your boyfriend, you stayed in bed. Your lower stomach, all the way down to your legs were in immense amount of pain; prickly feelings like needles picked at your feet, the feeling as though your muscles were getting squished in your legs, and then the sensation of someone stabbing you relentlessly in the uterus wasn’t helping you get into the most perfect mood.

Harry was supposed to be home soon, so taking a bath wasn’t really a resort, you wanted to see him and knowing you, you’d be in that tub of water for hours on end. You didn’t want to miss him coming home from a nice night at his mums. That’s what made you feel even worse, you mistook your period for an illness and said you couldn’t go have sunday roast with his family. Your heart clenched with pain, giving out a long moan of torture.

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Sharing the Stars

When he awoke, he knew that something was different. As he tried to move he found that he was stiff and sore. He looked around at where he was and saw that he was in a cave of some kind and as he looked at himself, he saw that he was bandaged and bruised; as if he hand been in some sort of accident but he could not remember. His eyes hurt trying to adjust to the low light around him yet he strained to see. As he looked to his side he found that there was some food and water. Trying to role over onto his side was a painful task, which was heard throughout the cave as he moaned. But just as he was able to reach for the water he saw a shadow enter the cave in front of him.

At first he could not see who had entered the cave very well until they came much closer. When the person was in full view he saw that it was a young woman carrying a basket. All he could see was her face as she knelt down beside him, she helped him take a drink of water and to lie back down; as she did he could see her clearly in the caves light. She had fare skin with a smooth complexion; her face was framed by long locks of Ebony hair that was wrapped in a shawl. When she looked at him he could see himself in her sparkling Hazel brown eyes that caught the light at just the right angle as to show their true beauty. Once he was resting in a comfortable manner she began to address his bandages and wounds. Try as he might he could not speak and after many attempts the young woman placed one finger to her full lips in a manner that told him to be still and quiet.

After a few days like this the pair began to have a routine that they followed. He would awake each morning and she would bring him food and water and after he ate she would address his bandages. In time as he got better his voice came back to him and he began to speak to her to find out who she was and where he was. He was truly surprised to find that she could speak English and thus could answer his questions. He found out through their conversations that he was on a world much like the world he came from Earth. The planet he was on was also the third planet from its sun and it also obviously could sustain humanoid life. Both he and the young woman exchanged stories of their lives thus far and learned that her name was Kiln; she in turn learned that his name was Lathan.

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I think I might’ve just held my precious Pumpkin for the last time tonight.
I did everything I could, I promise I did, baby… I hand fed him, gave him water by hand, made sure he was warm and loved, but your breeders were careless and you just got skinnier and weaker. You stopped eating last week. I tried and tried but I could hardly get a drop of water in your mouth. Today, when I went to feed you, you couldn’t stand or keep your eyes open, and as I held you, seeing the spot on you tummy get darker… (your kidney is failing because you can’t eat…) and trying to keep your tiny little body warm, I had to try and come to terms with the fact you aren’t going to make it. I’m so, so sorry baby, I’m sorry you had to suffer, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
(Left is him before vs. now… nothing should get so frail…)

anonymous asked:

The animals of the forest giggled and taunted him. “We see the way you look at her.” They flocked around him from their grandstands in the trees, like a court of jesters and jokers before their fool king. “What do you expect to happen sunny knight?”

The earth pillowed ringlets of gold and leaves framed his jaw. Long had his beard gone, for he desired the cool touch of autumn to grace his face. The enchanting music of the brook beckoned him, and he turned to the direction of the water, watching the surface glitter under the light. Though he spent many a year in Coerthas after she froze, his heart belonged here, for it was the forest that cradled him and cared for his family, even if perhaps he abandoned her.

Perhaps this was why the animals came not like they did with his sister, nor did the flowers sigh, or the boughs sing with the brush of the wind for him. Instead, he is taunted as his eyes grow heavy, and he seeks refuge underneath the canopy of the trees. Instead of ignoring their goading, Lanceloux’s eyes open to stare to the crowns of the trees.

“What do I expect to see?” His chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest and a rough palm brushed from his chin, along his lips, until meeting his golden tresses, pulling them away from his equally auric vision.

“I expect naught in return; what does one expect when witnessing a sunrise, or marveling at a sunset - they experience the beauty of it and ask nothing but to be able to see it again. And like the sun, I expect nothing but admiration from afar, for it shall remain far from mine reach. Ah, but to be burned by such radiance –”

A sigh fell from his lips and the thought comes to fade as sleep came over him.

anonymous asked:

Lmao that peeing vid. Wtf was that, Timothee??? I will forever believe that was him passive aggressively trying to tell people he can see that dick whenever he wants and it's his to film and touch and sit on probably, tyvm, so back off. And then he deletes it, in a true side piece fashion.

Me too, anon, me too.

Sometimes, when I am depressed,  I think about that peeing vid, and my depression clears, my crops are watered, my migraine disappears, and all is right and good with my world.

Just got back from seeing Justice League with @biffelderberry! It was… a mess, but at least a mostly enjoyable mess lol Quite a bit of annoying sexism, but also waaaay gayer than I thought it would be. Like, so gay I’m not sure there’s a heterosexual explanation for one of the main plot points gay. Also, Barry Allen is precious and I love him. Hands down the best part of the movie, closely followed by Aquaman being half naked and dripping water.

Tony Stark equipping Peter Parker with his parachute is the superhero equivalent of packing your kid a sandwhich for school

Actual things my Russian teacher has said this year

“Imagine my confusion when I arrived in Russia not being able to read, and seeing the word “pectopah” everywhere. It sounds like somewhere ghosts eat”

When a kid in my class was struggling to do the rolled R sound “Oh so that means you can’t do any bird calls? I pride myself on my bird calls. I speak bird better than I speak Russian” and proceeds to show us all of his different bird calls.

When I asked him to pass me my water bottle from the front desk he shouts “VODKA” and smells it “Actually it just smells like lemons. LEMON VODKA”

“Tom, your Cyrillic handwriting is worse than a 7 year old’s and you’re only writing “Tom” “

“The Щ character sounds just like a train. Shch shch shch come on, do it with me” and then forces us to make a train around the classroom going “shch shch shch“

Upon seeing that he’s late to dismiss us “You’ll be Russian to your next class! HahAA!”

reddie-loser  asked:

ok but every time richie accidentally slips out a cuss word/inappropriate comment in front of a teacher, eddie definitely defends it/pretends he said something else so he doesn’t get in trouble

oh my gosh, yes this is so real

+ i can see richie slipping up when the teacher asks what the did that weekend and richie’s like “got so high” and eddie is like “yES MISS WE WENT ROCK CLIMBING”

+ or when she tells them to go around the room and say what their favorite thing to do is and richie is like “eddie” and eddie’s just like “-s house? same rich, i love when you come over to hang out!!!!!!!!!” 

+ also one time richie slips him a note that just says “distraction pls. be right back. love u” and eddie raises his hand to ask about the dangers of unfiltered tap water, but in the middle of it he pretends to have an asthma attack and look for his inhaler for about 10 minutes

+ richie gets back in 7 with m&ms for himself and a snickers for eddie from the vending machine

+ once, the teacher asked the class if they would be attending the circus that was in town for the weekend and richie cut her off with “nope, nope, nope fuck the circus, fuck the clowns, never again

+ eddie just raised his hand and said “yeah, i have to agree with that one” 

+ they both got detention for that one, but they didn’t really mind because they just got to clean (makeout in) a classroom together for 2 hours 

BTS Reaction | Lazy Sex

Requested by Anonymous, “do you do reactions? if so, pls do a bts one where they have lazy sex (while watching tv, eating, etc). Only if you’re okay with it!”

Note → This is my first reaction..oh god, feedback is very much appreciated! ♡  


Jin — Pizza box laying forgotten on the coffee table, the television flashed softly while humming in the background. His sweats were pulled down all the way to his ankles as you sat on top of him, chests pressed together while you moved slowly and his eyes were locked on the screen. Gulping his last remains of munched food lightly, he wrapped an arm securely around your waist as his hand cupped your breast while leaning his head against the couch.

“You sleepy, jagiya?” He whispered into your ear whereas you only nodded, “then let me wake you up.”

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga — Darkness poured into the room like water, and beneath the various shadows, he watched you slowly take him in before his dick disappeared into you and he suddenly couldn’t help but shut his eyes at the sight. Why was actually seeing you do all the work in such a lazy manner so appealing to him? He let out a soft breath of air, only for you to stop all movements. “Are you seriously sleeping?” You asked, annoyed, slowly pulling yourself off from him but before he can see his penis flop onto his chest — he was quick in sheathing himself back into your warmth.

“No, babe,” he whispered, yawning softly, “I’m just enjoying the show.”

Originally posted by sugaa


J-Hope — To him, nothing was as amazing as feeling the chimney burn inside the empty home while watching you writhe beneath him and whine at his lazy way of having sex. His movements weren’t fast, but they were powerful, an idle way of letting himself enjoy the cosy atmosphere with his head digging into your neck. “Hoseok,” you said, earning a hum from the man as you felt his rod brush against your soft bundle of nerves — nails instantly digging into his skin as your breaths became heavier. “you need to—“

Yelping as his finger instantly reached down to your clit, massaging the soft pearl and sending shivers down your spine from the added stimulation, he smiles. “Is that better?”

Originally posted by sugutie


RapMonster — Sitting on his lap, you watched the movie playing along the screen intently — occasionally moving your hips as he would be able to feel your warm walls engulf him full. Taking a sip of his drink and placing it onto the coffee table, one of his strong arms wrap around your waist to pull your back against his chest as the others slithers down to your core; suddenly leaving you a mess. “I don’t know what you’re enjoying more.” He whispers huskily, slamming into you once as he feels you weaken in his arms, “the television, or me.”

And it isn’t long until his fingers abuse your clit in hazardous motions, leaving the television totally forgotten.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster


Jimin — Sunlight seeping through the sheer and flowy curtains, your eyes are filled with unshed tears as Jimin lays on top of you — not even trying to make any effort towards your love making while moving softly as he kissed you passionately. With every soft flick of his hips, he was spot on in hitting g-spot as your moans drowned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss as he began to leave soft nibbles against your collarbone, you gasp out, “stop going easy on me.”

With a harsh, unexpected slam into you that sends your ability to think down the drain, he stops completely. “What?” He smirks, feigning innocence as he crinkles his nose. “You told me to stop.”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


V — Turning off his video game controller while placing it aside, you raise an eyebrow as you let yourself sink into his dick for who knows how many times that night. “Aren’t you going to play that?” You question as he lays back onto the bed while watching you ride him lazily; giving you a small boxy smile as his large fingers tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear before clasping your hips tightly. “I thought you–“

“Love being with you? Yeah,” he whispers, gripping into your skin as his hips crash into your bottom with a jump, your body quickly falling weakly into his chest as he began to take over the ministrations. “so much.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook — Riding him indolently as you were pressed flushed into his chest, the sounds of him jabbing the buttons of his controller echoed around the room along with various sound effects from his video game. He was watching the flat screen from over your shoulder, and when he suddenly jumped in glee at beating someone from across the world only to hear you moan and clench his rod within your walls — the control slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floor.

Yet, he didn’t care, only leaving a trail of kisses on your skin while grasping your buttocks as his attention was finally on you.

Originally posted by byeoltan