#erk x reader

[frickingnerd]

erk crushing on a taken reader

pairing: erk x gn!reader

tags: arranged marriage, mutual pining

erk should've known better than to fall for someone he was hired to protect

and he should've known better than to fall for someone who was arranged to marry someone else as well…

he knew from the start that there was a nice noble waiting to be married to you and yet he couldn't stop himself from falling for you

not when you were always being so honest with him, complaining about nobility and how you'd rather date someone you love, instead of dating someone for their status…

he always wondered if you meant him when you said that, if he was that someone you loved that you'd rather be with than with your fiance

but in the end, it didn't matter

you two could never be together, even if you really did love him

you were promised to someone else

someone erk just couldn't compete with…

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine

"When I win your heart (Name), and I will win it, it will not be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me." (- Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones, OUAT) they say, then give you a smirk that was almost warm, and leave.

^ This ^ with you & the following villains :

CreepyPasta; Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Offenderman, Puppeteer, Zalgo, etc.

Disney/Pixar; Captain Hook (i mean-), Charles F Muntz, Dr Facilier, Horned King, Jafar, Long John Silver, Maleficent, Professor Ratigan, Randall Boggs, Scar, Shan Yu, Shere Khan, etc.

Gotham; Edward Nygma/The Riddler, Fish Mooney, the Scarecrow, Lazlo Valentin/Professor Pyg, Victor Fries/Mr Freeze, etc.

Misc: Black Hat, Captain Hook (2002), Damien Dalgaard, Deucalion, Don Falcone (2022), Eris (S;LOTSS), Jack Bass, Lucius Malfoy, Mal/The Malevolent One (TDI;AS), Merle Dixon, Napoleon Boneparte (NATM), Owen/Wolf (TWD), Peter Hale, Spike/William Pratt, etc.

Once Upon A Time; Cruella De Vil, Hades, etc.

Horror; Candyman, Harper Alexander, Inkubus, Jerry Dandridge, Kieran Wilcox, Leslie Vernon, Mental Manny, Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk, Caleb Quinn, the Djinn, Tiffany Valentine, etc.

[evansrogerskitten]

How would Rooster or Hangman (or both 👀) react if one night things were getting hot and heavy with his new girlfriend and they’re finally going to have sex for the first time as a couple, but he can tell she’s a little nervous and she admits to him that she hasn’t had sex in a really long time (like 5+ years) because she hadn’t met the right person yet (but now she has)

Awww I love this ask! Waiting five+ years would be worth it with either of these men.

No matter how long it's been for you, Rooster would let you decide when is best. No third date rule, or quick hook up. He's down but you both have to be on the same page.

And when you are ready, it would definitely be making love. Once you tell Rooster it's been awhile, he lets you set the pace. Soft Rooster making sure you're comfortable and ready and you come at least once before so you're relaxed and it isn't painful. But he's also there to move you around to a different position but nothing too crazy for the first time.

So much praise kink with this man. He can get dirty but in this case he's all, you're doing so good, sweetheart, my beautiful girl, you feel amazing, you're perfect. I swear that man could tell me I'm a good girl and I would just melt.

Afterwards Rooster would softly thank you trusting him, for letting him into your life. He'd be so grateful and complimented that you trusted him. It'd be so easy to cuddle up and know this is The Guy for you. Round two would definitely be kinkier!

Hangman is used to getting what he wants. Hard work, determination and moving as fast as possible towards his goals. And he knows he's an expert at charming and bedding women.

And Jake would be an amazing one-night stand. But he'd be an even better lover. Fast or slow, Jake understands intimacy. He is amazing at foreplay. He would literally go down on you for an hour to make you come at least twice, and loosen you up physically, emotionally, and mentally. He'd make sure you're so strung out and ready that you're begging for him to just fuck you already. And the orgasms, and the comfort and connection of Jake coming inside you, would be worth all of the years of waiting.

We all know Jake's mouth never stops. Even if it's your first time in awhile, he's romantic and soft and dirty. Just like that, princesss, you're so good, god so tight and perfect, you're so pretty when you're coming for me, fuck me so good, sweetheart, you were worth the wait, darlin'.

And if there's any bit of insecurity you have after (cuz just look at him) soft Jake is going to kiss your forehead, make you laugh with a dumb dirty joke, and make it so easy to know this is The Guy for you.

[bigfatbimbo]

hi!!!! so i absolutely adore ur writing and was wondering if you could do angst. idk if this is up your alley or anything but if it’s not you don’t have to write it dw abt it!

so basically vox x reader

reader is really sad bc something happened and just isn’t in the mood for vox when he comes home from work. so vox being himself is annoying and instead of reader being mad or even like having a reaction (she’s usually a dom btw) she just like breaks down. ik this is a little random but i think it’s a pretty cute idea. have a nice day/night xxx

a/n — I had a TERRIBLE day so here’s this hurt/comfort fic to cope.

Vox’s shit-eating grin slowly faltered before completing dropping as he took in the situation. He barely even remembered what he’d said but, obviously, you didn’t take it well.

He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at you on the couch, crying into your hands. He knew you were in a bad mood when he got home. Of course, he didn’t know just how bad of a mood.

He saw your irritation right off that bat, he had asked what was wrong and you had brushed him off, snapping at him slightly. 

That’s about when Vox had decided to escalate the situation. Throwing annoying taunts at you, teasing you, begging for you to do something about it.

Of course he wanted a reaction, but more on the lines of you slamming him against a wall and putting him in his place. Under no circumstances did he think you would start crying.

And yet, here you were, crying into your hands on the couch, over some bratty remark Vox had made.

“I— uh, my dear, I didn’t mean anything—“ he tried to clarify, stretching his arm slightly out as if to touch you. He wasn’t sure what to do.

“Shut up, Vox,” you cried, “Don’t you know when to shut up?” Your words weren’t laced with venom or overly angry liked he’d expected. In fact, that would have been better.

In contrast to your usual nature, you just seemed overall sad. More than sad, Vox thought, totally spent. 

It was no secret he was terrible at comforting people, giving people false hope and manipulating them into doing something for him, sure. But this?

Well, convincing someone they feel better and actually making someone feel better were incredibly different. He was totally lost.

Your sobs got louder and more violent as moments passed. And yet, he stood there like an idiot, giving you a blank stare.

As if going through the motions, he recites a list in his mind. What to people usually do to help someone when they’re crying? Maybe, give them a hug?

He sighed and sat down next to you on the couch, cautiously putting his hand your shoulder and rubbing gently. 

Apologize next, Vox’s mental list demanded. 

“Look,” he started, awkwardly fiddling with his collar, “I didn’t mean to bother you by giving you all that shit. I knew you weren’t in the mood I just—“ 

He struggled with the next part, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

The strange thing is, he really really meant it. Usually, an apology for Vox was one step further in getting what he wanted all along. However, this time the fact he made you cry actually erked him like nothing else before.

He apologized solely because he wanted you to feel better.

“I’m just not in the mood for your shit, Vox,” you  answer, choked out and muffled as you wipe the tears from your face. 

“I know. Well, now I do.” He went over his metal list once more, “So what’s got you so out of sorts this evening, my dear?”

“I’ve just—“ you sniff, trying to take in your thoughts, “—I’ve had a long day.”

“I’m all ears,” he answers immediately. If there’s one thing Vox was good at, it was listening.

You rant to him about the mishaps of the day, how fed up you were with so-and-so, how tired you were of life being so hard.

The entire time, Vox listened, plotting the perfect reply out in his mind, and checking off boxes on his list.

“Well, it’s over now, your home. And I won’t be an asshole anymore,” He says, earning a raised eyebrow from you. 

“I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore,” he corrects, provoking a small but noticeable smile out of you. He rewards himself, internally.

Hug them, he told himself. 

He moved closer to you and hesitantly wrapped his arms around your stomach, rubbing your back gently. To his delight, you ease into the hug, arms looping around his neck as you recovered from your breakdown.

“You’re so not getting laid tonight, by the way,” you joke, still in the hug.

“Yes, my dear. Unfortunately, I figured.” he sighed and continued rubbing your back.

“Do you wanna go watch TV upstairs?” you inquire.

“Always,” he grinned.

“Do you wanna keeping hugging while we do that,” you ask, genuinely curious.

His smile softened, “always.”

a/n — and then the next day you railed him into a mattress until he was crying harder than you ever were. The end.

[exhaslo]

hey in the mean time I wanted to request something sweet but spicy 😋, so what about (collage?)

Bully!miguel ? X a nobody!fem reader (like someone that the popular kids doesn’t even know about or care into that much offend 😔 and is often bullied by different people and get in the middle of the fight, well tried not to and only get push,nudge, or whatever) and Miguel who is a bullied nerd and saw her one day that catch his eyes it was reader who’s was running into her next period.

Smut pls and fluff PLS 😭🙏 (love any ending 🫶😼) HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY! bye eshalo (I think I spelled it wrong 😔 I’m sorry)

Okay, I think I got a unique idea for this. Gonna spice it up a bit if that's okay~ ;)

Summary: The biggest bully in school had got his eye on the 'ghost' of the college.

Warning: Minors DNI, bullying, smut, fingering, oral (f-receiving)

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There was a popular rumor throughout the college of a ghost that wandered the halls. At first, many people did not believe it since the rumor had only begun a year ago; but, as the weeks passed more and more people saw the ghost. It became a game after two months. Whoever can catch the ghost will win a prize.

It was all fun and games until you found out that you were the ghost. The tears that streamed down your face that night were heavy. You knew that you avoided people and didn't like to get involved, but to be called a ghost. This was worse than the bullying you had throughout middle school and high school.

It only got worse from there. You were afraid to do anything. Every time you stepped out of your private dorm, people could claim they saw the ghost and tried to catch you. You nearly weep every time you even tried to go study. It was all a joke to everyone.

"I hate this," You cried softly as you sat in the staircase of your dorm building.

"Hate what?"

"Being called the ghost." You whimpered. It took you a moment before gasping, "W-Who's there?"

You rubbed your eyes as Miguel walked up the stairs. Your eyes widen in shock. The college's biggest bully stood right below you. His tall and overwhelming features standing out. He gave you a cold stare as he observed you from head to toe.

"You're a pretty cute ghost,"

Miguel smirked as he watched you flinch. Truth be told, Miguel knew exactly who you were. He had his eyes on you since you started this college. Miguel had bullied a lot of people, but watching you get bullied erked him. He wanted to be the shoulder for you to cry on, but how could he approach you? He already had a bad reputation.

"Y-You're-"

"Miguel O'Hara, pleasure to meet you."

Within an instant, Miguel hovered before you. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. You withdrew your hand, walking backwards towards the wall. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you tried to come up with words. He was too close.

"So the ghost can be touched," Miguel said with a smug grin. You bit your lower lip,

"I-I'm not a ghost!"

"I know you're not," Miguel had your back pressed against the wall, "I've had my eye on you for a while now. I want to get to know you. Will you let me do that?"

You gulped as you looked up into his eyes. The biggest threat in this campus wanted to get close to you? As scared as you were, you couldn't help but agree. This was going to be your way of having protection. Besides, Miguel was good looking. Perhaps with him around, you wouldn't be called a ghost anymore.

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It had only been a month since Miguel became your personal bodyguard as you called it. He stuck by your side like glue, keeping you company and helping you avoid those pranksters. You loved having Miguel by yourself. He made you laugh and helped you come out of your shell. Not to mention he was hot. You had dreamed about him far too many times to count, but it wasn't like you were going to make a move anytime soon.

Miguel on the other hand was holding back so much. He wanted to press you against a wall and ravish you with kisses. He wanted to mark you as his. To make you scream his name. Miguel was ready to go all primal on you. Every time he hung out with you, he had to take care of his erection afterwards. You were just so quiet, so shy. He loved hearing your voice.

Today was going to be like any other day. Miguel had already taken care of some annoying pests and was ready to destress with you. He made his way over to your dorm, imagining the smile on your face. Right as he walked up the stairs, he heard sobbing. Those sobs belonged to you!

"(Y/N)! What's wrong?" Miguel asked.

You whimpered, rubbing your eyes as Miguel stood before you. You could see the anger on his face as he slowly approached you, taking the net off your head. He bend down and stroked your cheek before taking off some of the rope that got tangled around your arms and legs.

"I-I just...I just went to check on my mail..." You cried softly. Miguel shushed you, helping you up, "T-They just laughed."

"C'mon, let's go into your room."

Miguel took your key and opened your door. He let you in first before following and shutting the door behind. With a quick lock, he approached you once more and wiped your tears away.

"Don't cry, (Y/n)."

"But Miguel, they still think I'm a ghost." You whimpered. Miguel let out a soft sigh as he leaned forward, kissing you,

"Can I do that to a ghost?"

"N-No?"

"What about this?"

Miguel's hand stroked down your sides as he kept kissing you. You're sad whimpers turned into pleasure ones as Miguel cheered you up. His soft touch was not what you were expecting. It sent shivers up your spine. His tongue licked your lips, demanding entrance. You obeyed, allowing him to bully you for once.

Miguel liked how easily you gave in. His gaze met with yours as he slid your shorts down. His bulge making contact with your panties, grinding against you softly. He didn't want to take things too far, but who knows what will happen. Miguel watched you gasp, holding onto his arms as he moved his hips against yours.

"Can a ghost feel this?" Miguel groaned lowly, his fingers rubbing circles against your clit.

"N-No~"

"Good. I'm going to treat you right, (Y/N). I'll show those guys that they messed with the wrong person. You're my girl."

"H-Hah~ Miguel~"

You whimpered a moan as you moved your hips against his hand. Your back arched against the bed as his fingers started to pump inside your tight gummy walls. His fingers alone were stretching you out. It made your vision blur slightly as you became overwhelmed with pleasure. Each pump and curl of his fingers made the knot in your stomach tighten.

Miguel licked his lips as he took your panties off, throwing them across your room. He watched as your juices spilled over his hand once he made you cum. Your face was red with embarrassment. It was cute. Miguel took his fingers out, giving them a lick,

"Ghosts can't be this cute or red in the face," He teased.

"M-Miguel." You stuttered, trying to hide your face.

Miguel only responded with a hum as he spread your legs. You tried to protest, but gasped loudly as he flicked his tongue against your clit. You arched your back, moaning his name as Miguel held you in place. His tongue swirling around your folds, giving each part of you a taste. No ghost could taste this sweet. No ghost could moan this deliciously.

"M-Mig!"

Your cries were music to his ears. Miguel was going to make this school regret bullying you. You were his. Miguel lapped up your juices as you cam against his tongue. Your throbbing pussy was just asking to be filled, but that had to wait. Miguel had already pushed you to your limit for today.

"Rest up, (Y/n). I promise I'll make you feel even better next time, but I have to teach someone a lesson," Miguel hummed as he licked his lips. You were a panting mess against your bed,

"B-But-"

"I won't let anyone bully you again. You're my girl. Now stay here until I get back. I'm going to finish this later."

You just nodded and blushed madly as you saw his tight erection against his pants. Covering your face, you watched as Miguel left your room with his head held high. You whimpered quietly, still flustered from the orgasm he gave you,

"I'm your ghost~"

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Hope you liked the twist I did with your prompt!!

[autistic-mean-lesbian]

A rant about some x reader fanfics ig

I really don't understand why 'yandere characters x reader' or certain aus it weirds me out thb like if you like it idc but it just erks me personally or how as an plus size autistic person i bearly see it like I'm not ordering any do this for me specifically but a lot of other people notice things like writers don't consider people have different skin tones, body types, hair texture or disabilities like were not telling you to bend over and do this for us and do what we say like I'm not trying to call out anyone specifically but Jesus christ I'm not a 4'11 skinny blue eyed long haired preppy person and nothings wrong with being that but not everyone looks like that

End of rant

[esha-isboogara]

let me love you like a woman

the gangsta manga was actually incredibly good and i wish my ex didn’t have all the issues i gave him bc i want to read them again :( anyways though here’s some longer nico appreciation bc lord knows i would give my whole life for him

nicolas brown x afab!reader

nic and his lover reunite after what seems like a million years

☆no real warnings for this one

It was quite often that Nic was off on “buisness” and such trips usually took place over the span of multiple weeks , on rare instances even months.

Feeling his big strong arms wrap around her waist she smiled , enjoying the very presence of her beloved once again. Lonely days and nights now forgotten. The empty bed she had once had to lay upon would now have another body accompanying her.

“Get a room love birds. The whole world doesn’t want to witness the two of you making out in the middle of the street” Worick gagged mockingly receiving a dirty look from you as Nicolas placed you down gently. He was always so afraid of hurting you , afraid he wasn’t able to limit his strength. You admired him for it.

“Fuck you Worrick. You’re such a bitter old man”

“Ahh shut up I’m not gonna take this kind of treatment from the same chick who claimed to have cat like reflexes but fell off the top of a roof when a kid threw a baseball at ya”. He laughed ,leaning against the stone wall.

“That was one time ! I’m shocked you didn’t forget grandpa”. You retorted with a grin, taking Nic’s large hand in yours

“Aaaanywho I’m going to be kidnapping your partner for the rest of this fine evening …unless either of you gentleman have any complaint”.? An expectant look up at Nic who nodded , a small smile on his face

Dismissively Worrick waved the two of you off. “I could care less what the two of you get up to hell take him for the rest of this week if you wanna. Right now all I wanna do is lay down on my own bed and have a nice cold drink”. He paused for a moment looking you dead in the eye. “Bring him back in one piece okay ? And if you two are going to engage in “activities” do your best to keep it down the rest of us are trying to sleep”.

And with those final words of parting he was gone leaving you and Nicolas alone together.

You felt like a giddy teenager who was finally allowed to have a boy enter her room. A feeling excitement and sexual prowess filling your veins.

[Do you want to get dinner first. I have not eaten all week. Been busy] Nic signed , pointing down the road to a small ramen shop. It was one of cozier places within Estralum.

It did erk you that he tended not to eat as much on said “missions” but he was alive and healthy..ish so you weren’t going to waste your breath complaining. Nic wasn’t going to change regardless.

You shook your head. [I am going to cook your favorite meal tonight. I have things planned].

Nic smiled down at you again , embracing you in a warm embrace.

It was so nice to finally have that special someone who filled the emptiness within his heart. Twilights like him tend to be treated as pets by humans or just objects to fight in their petty wars. Never would he have thought a human would be the slightest bit capable of loving him. Of course he’d never let his guard all the way down in case of betrayal but he did hope to spend a good portion of his life by your side.

[Lets go quick].

•

Warm air met your skin as you entered your apartment throwing your jacket on the arm of the couch.

“It hasn’t changed”. Nicolas stated bluntly observing his surroundings.

“Well you haven’t been gone that long love , it’s only been about 11 days”.

[a lot can change in just a few days].

You dismissed his comment deciding to instead get things started in the kitchen. On normal circumstances you would sing softly to yourself as Nic rested on the couch or got up to his own things but tonight the two of you were all over eachother.

Similar to newlyweds.

[You know…I thought about you a lot when you were gone].

Nic raised an eyebrow in a mixture of amusement and curiousity

You turned the stove down low and turned to face him , placing the spoon in your hand down upon the counter.

[All day every day I thought of you].

[Is that so]?

You nodded. “I couldn’t wait till you got back and now”.

Nicolas tended to feel nervous when he got too comfortable with someone. There was always a chance of disappointment but with Y/n it was different. In the best way.

[I love you…so so much].

[fanfic-gallery]

hi, could i please request, to your event, the prompt “oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?” + leviathan? take care!!

Too cold? [NSFW MDNI]

✎ Leviathan x Reader

✎ Everything was prefect just like he planned, nothing can go wrong right? Right? Well, it seems right on cue, something does go terribly wrong.. a single bed in the middle of his and your hotel room- sheets as thin as paper.. what ever shall they do..

✎ Tags: smut, gn! reader

✎ CW: dom! reader, sub! levi, masturbation with use of thigh, indications of overstimulation, orgasm denial, light degradation, use of titles like ‘master’, ‘puppy’ etc.

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Sorry for the late request, anon dearie! Just had some other tasks to complete! But this was a nice way to end off the special, right? Right..? Totally nothing wrong with ending off an event with smut-

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we ever do now~”

This line has been running laps in his mind since the day you and him both landed at the hotel for the annual anime and games convention in the human world. The single bed haunting his nightmares, the silky thin sheets flowing in the air conditioning sending nothing but shivers down his spine. How could he have not foreseen this? He had calculated everything to perfection, from the timestamps to the route to encircle every nook and cranny of the event hall.

Yet here he is, having a mental breakdown on the carpeted flooring. You couldn’t help but sink at his response, though a part of you really liked the flushed face he was displaying before you, sigh, if only you could peek into that little head of his, what is he thinking? Probably not something he’s not suppose to~~~

“Levi, it’s alright, I can sleep on the floor—”

“NO! I- mean-.. it’s fine, I’M fine.. w-we’ll just sleep *gulp* together..”

“Are you sure?”

“..y-yeah..”

It wasn’t a terrible idea when he initially thought of it, though it was embarrassing..

But you can’t be that bad..

Right?

If only Barbatos allowed future vessels to interact with former ones, ‘cause he would have absolutely obliterated his past self 

The covers barely shield his exposed skin from the cold, your warmth emitting from his side wasn’t helping his situation either. It takes a hefty amount of restrain to not just tackle you to the mattress, limbs twisting along your frame and snuggling into the crooks of your neck. Yet he could never, you would never let the incident down, ever.

So, he sucked it up and held it in. Withdrawing his fingers, turning over and stooping in his own misery. Gasp quivering from his lips as he smuttered himself beneath the confines of his pillow, eyes shut, mind wondering. It was only when warm skin meets his, did he turn around to face you again. You meekly smirked, still in a drowsy daze, fingers lacing over the demon’s figure, slowly but surely making your way towards his chest.

“Y-Y/N!? What are.. erk.. you doing.. hah..”

“Shush, honey.. you were thinking of the same thing, weren’t you~” You couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling your index and thumb against his hardening buds. Levi whined, shuffling backwards, flinching when his ass was met with your calf. On cue, you stretched your thigh, sticking it right between his before deliberately pushing forward and retracting in motion.

“Hugh! Y-Y/N, p-please.. hah- arK..”

“Do you want me to stop? Tell me sweetie, is this too much?”

“Hah.. p-please, d-don’t stop, ahH-”

“Ah ah ah.. keep it down, lovely. Don’t want the whole hotel to know what a slutty little boy you are now~ Or maybe, you would enjoy that? Hmmm, right? Moaning my name in front of an audience, letting them hear how good Master fucks you, right?”

Levi gurgled, saliva spilling over his chin, staining his cushion. Head bopping up and down like a broken doll, indigo locks sprawled across the surface of his pillow, like a halo, yet not from an angel. The tightest of his sweats despite their looseness proved unbearable, gasps of air and sweat trickling down his skin, the chilly winds of the machine doing nothing but poking more at his nerves, brain turning mushy, vision blurry.

“Look at ‘chu, huffing and drooling like a puppy~ who’s a good boy?”

“M-ma.. it’s- it’s me.. hah ah-!”

“Yes yes~ you are~ my good little slut, mine and mine alone~” You pried into his calves, lifting the top upwards, pressing further into the cloth with more vigorous thrusts. Muffled high pitch whelps and moans sung like prayers, each note and tone growing louder and squeakier as your pace increased.

“Ahah- ah! Master- there, please please, yes yes, right there.. aHah ark!” Levi gripped the covers he once had cast above him, now toppled over, grazing the floor in white. Hips subconsciously swaying along your thigh, every now and then bumping against your sex, ‘causing a groan or two to slip through your teeth, bottom lip bitten between your jaw.

The inner workings of his body were on fire, just a click away from overdosing and spilling over when suddenly.. fiction seemingly paused, the heat between his legs leaving his burning figure to mellow over. Orange hues snap back, tears hazing and flogging up his view, yet the imagery of a lustful tainted smile gave him goosebumps.

“Now my body’s left out in the cold.. want to help~?”

[thetoaddaddy]

😅🤡

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I once went a little ham on a reoccurring gesture of love thing for a fic set up and reading it back gives me some embarrassment 😩😩😩

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This old Jiraiya x Reader I wrote where its an arranged marriage this scene makes me giggle every time. Under a cut cuz its nsfw.

Jiraiya retracted his hands, leaving you panting and aching for more. You do as he says. You sit on your knees and turn around. You watch in fascination as he undresses. Your eyes can’t help but dart down to his crotch. Something is there, arisen. He grunts with relief once he pulls off his underwear. It was getting tight in there. He can’t resist giving himself a bit of a hand. He’s desperate for some kind of relief. He focuses back on you. You look horrified. 

“It’s not gonna bite you. It’s just my-!” 

“I know what it is!” 

Your husband chuckles at you again. He can tell you are flustered. But he’s so casual about it. Naked and aroused... he’s not afraid of it. He makes a soft noise as he runs his hand over his erection. His expression is that of pleasure and want. With his free hand he beckons you. 

“We won’t get far in this relationship if you don’t get to know me like this.” 

“What do I do?” You ask as you crawl closer. “Just sit on it?” 

“No... I don’t think we’re ready for that. Let’s take small steps. Touch it.” 

You want to ask how. But you also don’t want him to think you are as much as a child as he already thinks you are. You reach out. 

“Erk! I said touch not grab!” 

“I’m sorry!” 

He grabs your wrist. There’s an important difference. Your grip is a tad tight. Not ideal for sex to say the least. You are horribly clueless. He moved to guide your hand. He lets out a sigh of relief as waves of pleasure replace the pain. Your hand is soft when it doesn’t have the iron grip of a taijutsu master. It’s not totally ideal with the lack of lubricant but he’s had worse. 

[wakandamama]

Nuggets of Truth

A soft fic with a pregnant Reader, Erik and cravings at too early in the damn morning

The night is quiet and still in the apartment. The A/C blowing gently, the sheets wrap you and Erik together as Erik snores quietly and holds you closely by the waist in his sleep.

 "Erik.....Erik wake up baby......Erik!" you whispered loudly in his ear and he cracks his eyes open to peer down at you. 

"Nah." he croaks in his morning voice, closing his eyes and rolling you to the side a bit so he could cuddle into your neck again.

"Erik!" you whine with a playful pout and he hums as you shift back to face him.  

"Wake up nigga! It's important!" you whisper sharply, and he groans but opens his eyes and raised an eyebrow at your antics. You smile at him, fully awake and hungry as hell. You gently take one of his hands from your waist and move it up to the swell of your pregnant stomach and he gives a sleepy chuckle at the flutter of a kick that follows that actions. 

"We're hungry." you whisper.

Erik smacks his lips as he fully wakes up, you smirk as he sits up stretching and squints at the his phone.

"....it's 2 in the morning....."

"The time didn't stop you when we made the baby, so it can't stop you now from taking us to McDonalds." you reply rolling up to a sit on the side of the bed and slipping on your sliders. Erik groans but gets up.

"Let me brush my teeth and get my wallet." he mutters and you give a small cheer and little shimmy as you waddle over to the dresser, putting on a one of his long sleeve shirts and joggers. Erik chuckles at you and kisses your temple before going into the bathroom.

Soon you two are heading out. 

"Imma get me some nuggets, Imma get me  some chicken nuggets. Me and this baby wants some chicken nuggets So baby daddy gonna buy me some nuggetsMy husband gonna buy me some nuggets You gonna buy me some chicken nuggets." you repeat this little song for the next to blocks as Erik drives, dancing in you seat and playing with the hand that Erik had permanently laid on you stomach since becoming pregnant 6 month ago. 

"You're cute or whatever." Erik side comments as you two turn into the near empty parking lot of the closest McDonalds. You smack your lips and roll your eyes at his comment but end in a smile as you two get out and go in. Erik stands behind you at the counter, wrapping his arms around you and rest his sleep heavy head on your shoulder as you decided between getting a ten or twenty piece.

"Let me get two twenty pieces, a medium fry and an small Oreo McFlurry." you order and Erik raises an eyebrow in question. 

"What the hell you gonna do with all them chicken nuggets?"

"Now and Later Nigga, I'm looking out for you." you reply and he hums and hands the cashier his card and proceeds to rest his head back in your neck as you wait for the McFlurry. You rub a hand through his dreads and wrap your hand around his on your stomach.

"You tired?" you ask and he huffs and brings you a bit closer.

"Yea, but my babies need me, so I'm 'ight. he says and kiss his cheek as you grab your ice cream and your both go and sit in a booth. Erik yawns and scrolls through his phone, peeping over at you now and then as you eat your Flurry and drum your fingers on the table in wait, he smirks as you perk up when the worker comes and places the try on your two's table.

"Oh yeah, my nuggets! Thank you baby!" you say as you grab on of the cartons and perch it on the swell of your stomach, Erik laughs as scarf down the first three then slow down to enjoy the fourth nugget. 

Looking at you in the lazy outfit, hair still tied up and blanked faced but all happy and glowing and full with his child makes a warm feeling fill his chest and bleed through his body with every heartbeat.

 Erik smiles and leans his head on his hand and just watches you as you eat and babble about how good the nuggets were then start talking about baby names again and preparing the house for Shuri to visit soon then about the kids you mentor at the outreach and how both of you will be hard to wake later in the morning and should just call in and stay in.

"What are you thinking about?" you asks after a while and about a third of the carton was gone and he started to steal some fire.

"Just about you, they baby, how and the Hell I deserve something like this. Also that I'm tired as hell and want my bed." Erik admits and you smile and grab his hand. 

"Your daddy would be proud of you N'Jadaka. You've came really far, lost yourself for a time, but it's better. We got this life, we got out passions and we are changing things around here and we deserve it." you say.

this cause him to lean over and kiss you right then. 

Because you're right. 

His life is Good.

[sems-diarie]

where did you go? [e.k.]

[pre-black panther!erik stevens x black!fem!reader. Erik is w/ the reader instead of the girl working in the museum. he keeps you out of his plans to take over Wakanda tho.]

He places a warm, brown hand on your abdomend, and pushes you gently into the bed. It surprises you, you had told him once, how much he contrasts between the battlefield and the bedroom.

He scoffed at you then, I don’t know what you mean, ma.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at the man who loomed over you in the bed. Yeah, okay, Erik.

“What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

You drag your eyes from the television to the man who pulled you from your nostalgia. The same man who you had happened to be thinking about.

“Nothin’,” you sigh softly, sliding your hand to meet Erik’s on your tummy.

He grins, wide and mischievous. It’s the type of look that annoys you just by looking his way. Thick, deep brown fingers intertwine with your soft and chubby ones.

“You gettin’ that nasty crinkle in yo fohead, ma.”

Your eyes squint dangerously, “Now if I had said somethin’ ‘bout that nasty head a’ hair you got on yo lopsided head, I woulda been in the wrong.”

He laughs, all belly and all smile. “Don’t make me body slam you, little girl.” You start laughing too.

There’s a glint in Erik’s eyes, “You ain’t seem to be mindin’ my nasty hair when you was pullin’ on it last night tho—“

“Boy,” You giggle, cheeks burning. “You betta leave me alone befo’ I jump you.”

He hums and plants a kiss on your chin. “Wassup with you tho, baby?”

You shake your head, a soft smile at your lips. “Whatchu’ mean?”

Erik flops down on top of you — “Nigga!” — his face landing right against your stomach. “You got that in yo feelin’s vibe goin’, shawty.” His fangs purposefully graze the skin of your hips.

“S’makin’ me wanna tell yo baby ass that I love you.” He smiles and it’s soft and probably the definition of Black Boy Joy.

It makes your heart do backflips.

“But you know, I’ma G so I don’t do that love shit.”

You give him a look and start to sit up. “Bet, lemme jus’ go pack my bags—“

Erik chuckles, pinning you down. “Chiiiilll, you know you my numba’ one, baby.”

You purse your lips, “Shit, I betta be. I don’t cook my cheese eggs for just anybody, nigga.”

A quick smile, a roll of his eyes, and you know he’s going to say something sarcastic— but then he looks you in the eye, “But deadass. What you been thinkin’ ‘bout so hard?”

You spare him a silent glance, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

Erik looks at you for what feels like a long time. You’re mildly surprised by his patience. You thought if you had stayed quiet for long enough, he’d let you have a win, and change the subject.

But then he just lays there quietly, humming with his head against your body, and his fingers wrapped in yours, and your other hand in his hair. It’s a tranquility that makes breathing so much easier than you’d thought it’d ever be. It makes your mouth fill with words you never thought you’d be able to say.

“What if you leave me?”

It’s mumbled so softly, said so brokenly, Erik almost doesn’t catch it.

“What?” But he does. He hears what you say, and it dropkicks him in the chest.

You frown, heart feeling heavy. “It could happen. One day, you just— up and leave and I might never know why—“

“Never.” He cuts you off. “Never you.” Erik lays a trail of open mouthed kisses along your warm, beautifully brown skin. “Never gonna leave you.”

He tightens his grip on you. “Ain’t that stupid, babydoll.”

[frickingnerd]

Blazing Blade Men Masterlist

Eliwood

eliwood's childhood friend being a member of black fang - headcanons

Hector

hector with an anxious s/o - headcanons

Nils

falling asleep on nils lap - headcanons

Sain

sain walking in on you changing - headcanons

Kent

being kent's ex - headcanons

Wil

wil dating dan's ex - headcanons

Erk

erk crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Raven

raven with a weak but protective s/o - headcanons

Lucius

lucius crushing on a traumatized reader - headcanons

Matthew

dating matthew - headcanons

Guy

confessing to guy - oneshot

Rath

parting ways with rath - oneshot

Dart

Canas

dart asking you out - oneshot

dating dart - headcanons

academic rivals to lovers with canas - headcanons

Legault

second chances - drabble

Pent

secretly dating pent - headcanons

Jaffar

“those hardest to love need it most” - oneshot

Marcus

marcus with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Dorcas

dorcas with a pregnant s/o - headcanons

[charlies-gillespie]

i hate you, i love you | luke patterson

paring: alive!fem!reader x alive!luke patterson

luke and reader are both 18 in this

summary: reader and Luke have never gotten along even though they’re in the same band, but there’s always a bunch of tension when they’re in each other’s presence ... (1) “fuck you” “when and where?”

requested: yes

length: short

rating: PG-13

warnings: some language throughout, a little argument, implied sex

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS LIST

Being the only girl in Sunset Curve has its perks, but also definitely has its downsides. The guys are protective over you, but sometimes they’re so overprotective of you when they don’t need to be. Changing in front of them isn’t the funnest thing in the world either, which you’ve needed to do several times.

You get along pretty well with Reggie and Alex. Alex is your brother so you always get along with him. Reggie is your crazy best friend. The two of you have been inseparable since Alex invited you to join the band.

There is someone you can’t stand in the band though, and that someone is Luke Patterson. He has a huge ego almost all the time, and he likes to make some jokes about the fact that you’re the only girl in the band. Luke loves to say things like “you’re only in the band because Alex is your older brother” and “make sure you thank your brother for the opportunity to join our band”.

Luke’s comments erk you in so many ways, so whenever he makes a comment, you come up with a snarky reply. You can’t stand him, but you have to tolerate him for the sake of the band.

Today, you’re practicing Now or Never with the guys in the studio. You’re their rhythm guitarist since their old guitarist quit on them last year.

Luke’s singing into his microphone as the four of you play your instruments. You occasionally glance over at him as he plays. Just because you stand can’t him, doesn’t mean he’s attractive.

Distracted, you mess up a note and the guys look at you. Everyone stops and Alex asks, “You good, little sis?”

“All good,” you tell him. “My finger just slipped. That’s all. Run it back?”

Luke rolls his eyes, playing the opening riff again. You ask, “Do you have a problem with me, Luke?”

He looks over to his right, looking at you. “We were doing really good until your finger slipped,” he says, quoting ‘finger slipped’.

You roll your eyes and say, “Well, that’s what happened. My finger slipped. I’m sorry if you think I’m lying, Luke.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time you lied about why you messed up,” Luke says to you, turning toward you.

Alex looks at Reggie, saying, “Let’s go get something to eat. They’re going to go at it again and I don’t feel like listening to this.” Reggie nods and the two of them leave the studio.

You pull off the guitar that’s on your shoulder and look at Luke. “Are you kidding?” you say. “I’m not perfect, Luke. Sometimes my fingers will slip and I’ll mess up. You can’t tell me you’ve never messed up playing guitar.”

Luke puts his guitar on the stand and says, “I’m saying it’s not the first time that you’ve lied about why you messed up. Don’t think I didn’t see you in my peripheral vision, Y/N. I saw you look at me occasionally.”

Great, now I’m fueling his already huge ego.

“You know what Luke? Fuck you,” you spit at him. That’ll deflate his giant ego a little bit.

He smiles and asks, “When and where?” Mission failed.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Two can play at this game though. “Here and now,” you say, smirking and crossing your arms over your chest.

After a moment of silence between the two of you, Luke takes a few steps toward you. In one swift movement, Luke cups your face in his hands and pulls you into a rough kiss. Although surprised, you kiss him back. You feel Luke’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you part your lips slightly. Luke slips his tongue into your mouth and you groan. You grab a fistful of Luke’s shirt and pull him closer to you.

Luke’s fingers slip into your hair, holding you close to him. You have to pull back because this shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t makeout with the guy you can’t stand.

“I was kidding, Luke,” you tell him out of breath from the kiss.

He looks down at you and says, “I wasn’t.”

You blink at him and begin to ask, “You actually want to-”

He cuts you off with another kiss. You inhale sharply, still not used to the idea of Luke kissing you. You couldn’t stand him because of all his jokes and comments, but now you’re standing here and not pulling away as soon as he kisses you.

You shouldn’t want to, but you do. Luke’s attractive and you used to have a huge crush on him before joining the band. Alex always told you that Luke was bad news and to not get involves with him. Something about bad boys always turned you on.

The kiss is deepened and you begin to push Luke toward the couch. Your lips stay connected as you push him onto the couch. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

Luke pulls back from the kiss and looks up at you with hopeful eyes. You look down at him and say, “Maybe I want to too.”

“You hate me,” he says softly.

You let out a breathy laugh and say, “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. You’ll never know.”

He pulls you down into a kiss. It’s not long before you’re both stripped out of your clothes and Luke is on top of you, making you feel really good.

[evansrogerskitten]

Have you done this yet?

Fic author's self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this ask on to at least five other authors to spread self-love! xox

Thank you for the ask! I don’t think I’ve done this one before. So I shall now...

Remind Me

In The Heat of the Night

Yes Sir

Easy

Shushed

[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon': Chapter 1 ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

First of all, thank you for reading!

Please read the author notes and prologue here if you haven't already!

This chapter is actually super short, but I feel it is apt for the atmosphere. The next chapter will be much longer.

(Also I know this has a lot of Deku praise, and this is totes not a Deku X Reader fanfic, but I ask for your patience! )

...Also plz comment <3

WARNINGS: Slight, brief symptoms of panic. SFW

👹🖤⛓🔪💣

This was the part of your existence you loved the most.

...It was also, the part of your existence you hated the most.

Gathering intel in the field for upcoming targets, possible enemies, or anything the Head-Honcho wanted the scoop on. It's a dream, but it's a costly one. Even acting like a normal citizen wasn't a time to relax.

But that didn't stop you from getting the most out of it.

In your left hand was a wooden case that rattled as you walked--a sound that would almost make you cringe despite being surrounded by noise. In your right, a water bottle, held up against your side. You were even wearing clothes instead of gear, all fixed up and face exposed. Even your comrades wouldn't know it was you, and that was the most comforting--as, according to rumor, you couldn't remove your mask.

Your shoulders tense.

They could know it was you. Remember that. Assume nothing.

You watch the influx of students leaving U.A. High from a block down. The fickle part was finding someone talkative but not so talkative that they exaggerated their stories. Unassuming. Honest. A little humble...

Shy, but eager to please..

Eyebrows in, shoulders up and frame tightened to appear smaller.. Tripping over big feet, and apologizing.. Empathetic glances towards his friends--

Bingo.

Target acquired. You pick up your feet and start moving, just far enough behind they wouldn't be suspicious. Evidently, you blended in pretty well; no one looked at you long enough to be picked up in your peripheral. This was your age group after all. The why you were set to this task, instead of the other lackeys.

---

The target's friends split off at a bus stop, and he heads on alone. There's a nice café up ahead, saddled up next to a bridge with a view of the ocean. Your feet ached to stop and look out, to enjoy the view of the world you could only see on these sparse missions.. But falter, and you'd miss your opportunity.

Your steps quicken, and you intentionally let your legs kick higher than necessary. You'd practiced this in a mirror, to mimic the girls you saw in the streets.

"Hey!" And your voice, pitch hiked to sound flowery and... sweet.

The target spins on their feet, catching sight of you and shrinking their frame again. They catch eyes, confirming they were the one you'd called out to. "Hm? Uh, " He starts, waiting for you to catch up.

You don't give him time to respond further, "Hi! Sorry,--" You force a couple deep breaths to sound winded--"I don't mean to bother you, but I have a really big project I'm working on to get into an advanced art class. You're a student from U.A. right?"

He stands in silence for a few seconds with a look of shock. He regains composure, touching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. He's self conscious.

"Ah, yeah--yeah I'm from class 1A." He erks out, followed by a hollow laugh.

Your thoughts race, but no time for that--"Oh, really? Wow, what luck. Do you--do you have a minute? I'm just, my project is to sketch or paint portraits and, well I thought your face was interesting so.." You jumble your speech, eyes drifting away. A calculated charade of embarrassment.

He looks surprised. Even red-faced.

"Oh..Oh! Er--I have a lot of homework to catchup on but--but yeah! I'll uh, I'm up for it. Just, let me call my mom, let her know, ya know?" His voice breaks throughout his response, and the following expressions depict an inner monologue. Like he's chastising himself.

"Of course! I'll set up just over there, I promise I won't take up too much of your time," You move away and place your case on one of the cafe's iron tables. As it clicks open, inside is a small stack of flat canvas, a dish, and tubes of acrylics. Freshly bought.

You hear the target off to the side, murmuring and stuttering and apologizing to his phone. It eventually ends peacefully, or so you predict as he says 'I love you' and 'See you soon' before he approaches the table. It makes your heart lurch. You'd been mentally referring to him as 'the target'--but he was a person. An entire entity. One you were about to schmooze to get intel from.

Granted, this information was at your digression. Whatever you pulled from him was yours, so long as you had something believable for your employer, you could still keep the boy safe.

"Apologies--" Your tongue almost ties into a knot. A miss-step. People your age didn't say that. "I didn't introduce myself, I'm Hamasaki Asuka." You offer a polite bow, then add water to the dish you'd set out next to the case. You'd carefully tailored your fake name. Repeating syllables were harder to remember.

"Midoriya Izuku," He responds, awkwardly standing across from you after a bow of his own. "I've uh, never had anyone ask to paint me before..." He admits, hands going to his face again, index finger grazing a cheek.

"Oh? Shame. You have a nice profile, and I've never seen anyone with that kind of hair. I like how the light reflects off of it."

You can hear the air catch in his throat. Might need to tone-down the compliments--

"Really? Wow.. AH--er, how do I.. do I just need to stand still or?"

You motion to a chair, "you can sit down if you want and get comfortable. This should only take ten minutes or so." You pop a sweet smile that makes your insides feel chilled. "So long as I can see your face, I'm good!"

He goes quiet for a moment, as you prep up the inner stands of the case--working as a miniature easel for your canvas. Everything's ready. After slapping a layer of white across its surface, you look back to the.. target..

You have a lot of self control. You've spent years mastering your body, being mindful of every muscle and nuance of flesh. But god if you didn't almost break.

He looks so serious.

Face--literally--posed into the most picturesque anomaly of focus. Someone could make it an advertisement. The need to laugh bubbles up, and you can only quell it by defocusing your attention. You swallow. Your eyes move back to the canvas as you force the impulses further down.

He notices.

"..Am I trying too hard..?" He asks, his volume dropping. Thank god his expression turns into one of concern. It wasn't that he looked ridiculous--just comical. It was honestly... nice, for someone to react so seriously in your presence. To care about your interpretation of them.

"Ah, no--but, like I said you can relax. Since it's quick, I can only get the main details anyway.." You're wasting precious time. Get to it.

He opens his mouth like he means to say something else, but you cut him off.

"So, Class 1A? You must be pretty skilled! I bet it's a lot of work." You fire the question with an air of nonchalance. Like it's small-talk.

"Yeah it certainly is! But everyone's really doing their best. And All Might is teaching this year, I'm so lucky to be a part of it." He beams, but..

Your vision drifts, as a source of noise draws your attention. Through the iron-work, you can see him gripping the fabric of his uniform, hands balled into fists. His eyes drop after flickering to the left; his brows even out. He's remembering something.

He was a student from the Hero Course. There'd been an accident a few days prior, as Villains had attacked the school. There was a chance that might be what he was thinking about...

But a chance is not enough. Keep going.

"I can't even imagine what that must be like... And I mean, with All Might there, you guys are getting more attention than ever before."

"Hm."

A grunt of agreement, but nothing else. He's still staring off, and his demeanor is gradually cooling. You were losing him. Even worse, you couldn't fathom what exactly was said to cause it. Unless... it was All Might. A personal interaction perhaps.

Of course, All Might was also your main reason for this act of espionage. Figures.

You let the silence stretch a few minutes as you wet-paint the colors of his skin and hair unto the canvas, shaping it to resemble him. You're heart was in it, but your mind was calculating your next choice of words. You needed to get to him. Inside him.

"...Since you're in the hero course, I have to ask. What do you think makes a good hero?" You purposefully allow the inflection of your tone to flatten, so you're speaking naturally. Doing this was an invitation for honesty--digging beyond the boundaries of small-talk. Your brush stops moving, and you look directly at him. Full attention.

It works. Suddenly he's sitting straight up and his lips fall into a straight line. He doesn't have to think about his answer for long.

"Someone who stands up for the weak and does everything they can to make sure everyone is safe and  can look forward to a bright future!" He's grinning, albeit with a tinge of pink across his cheeks. In a more serious tone, he adds: "Even if it means going beyond our limits. That's what I want to be, a smiling face everyone can rely on!"

You pause.

It's not like you expected him to say something else. You'd picked him out of the crowd for this exact reason; this facet of one's personality that made them good. A lacking quality in your every day life at the base. You feel inexplicably drawn in--because he means it. You can see it in the hand he has braced against his chest, in the way his smile contrasts with his deadly serious eyes, and the ever-present flush across his cheeks and nose.

Even if it means going beyond our limits.

"Even if... the hero had to do something bad?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His hand drops an inch, and his righteous determination almost looks deflated.

The question had flown from your mouth. Flown, as in, you had not been able to control the impulse that wanted validation. You chose your selfish feelings of self-doubt over your mission. You want him to say it's okay. You want him to tell you, a Hero must do whatever  it takes to do the right thing. You want him to admit, that Heroes can't be smiling idols all the time.

You want him to tell you the dark things you do, are all for a good reason.

Not that you were even comparable to a hero.

Your second miss-step.

"Nothing, I was just going on a thought I had. You sound super determined!" You fake that cheery smile again, eyes shut tight in emphasis--but as they reopen, you see he isn't charmed. He's studying you. But, he remains polite.

"Oh, heh.. thanks."

Then the moment returns to silence as you focus on the painting. There was no need to continue. You had failed. The most unacceptable outcome. Your mind raced between dotting his freckles on the portrait and fabricating a new plan to extract information somewhere else; perhaps by giving him the portrait you would be able to swipe his identification card--

"What do you think makes a good Hero, Hamasaki?"

You freeze. Your hand holding the dish begins to shake behind the canvas. You force it down into your lap and swallow hard.

This boy.

He'd remembered your fabricated name. He'd seen through your fake smile. And, worse.. it wasn't because he was trying to determine your motives or that he suspected you as an enemy. He was evaluating the situation and taking your feelings into account. Your opinions. He wasn't going to let the conversation you'd mistakenly started slip by, because he was concerned with your... well with you. Your interpretation of a Hero was important to him. Yours.

Your mouth is dry, but you know your answer.

"I believe a good hero is someone who is willing to sacrifice anything to save lives."

"...I think you're absolutely right." He palms to his chest again, "and I won't forget what you've said. After all, heroes risk everything--even their own lives to protect everyone. Even if it means having to make hard decisions sometimes and being criticized for it."

Please, please stop talking.

He's beaming, smiling, giving you the most sincere child-like enthusiasm; making it extremely hard to act like someone else. Someone not you. Your slip of control on your surroundings has blood pumping in your ears and bile rising in your throat. You drag in a deep, silent, shaky breath.

"...That means a lot. I just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate your time and..  I'll be cheering you on in the Sports Festival!"

You hide the cracks in your mask, and force yourself to finish the painting.

But you weren't expecting him to keep talking.

-----

His Hero name was 'Deku'. It was a name given by his childhood bully--which, he'd termed as 'Ka-chan' or 'Kahchan'--but the term had been flipped around by a sweet girl he'd met in his class known as Uraraka.

He loved going on about his 'Amazing class-mates' and their unbelievable quirks. His strict teacher, the famous Erasure-Head (or not so famous). And All Might.

It had been grueling torture to continue listening to him, but once the flood gates had opened they just would not close. He was so happy to just talk, that you allowed your façade to crumble for the moments you weren't forming a response. Your impromptu portrait request far exceeded ten minutes, and verged on an hour. And ultimately, your mission was successful.

Throughout the nuances of his stories and explanations, you'd pieced together some ideal points to present to the Head-Honcho. And, information that prepared you for any future entanglements with the hero class and their teachers--should the resulting decisions head that direction.

...You still gave him the portrait. You had pulled out a phone and took a picture of the canvas still on the easel, then promptly removed it and placed it in his hands.

"I just need this for the project, so I want you to take it. Consider it a gift for your time."

"Oh wow! You're really good! A-are you sure?! This is amazing!"

You relive the moments of your conversations over and over, as you watch the phone and painter's case burn in a metal barrel. You were back in your uniform, back to your reality.

Mask and all.

[drunkdyslexic]

Unexpected

Karl x Reader.

Summary - After the “I’m in love with you.” Telling her.  

P.S. I love the end part to this. 

You grab his hands, pulling them down away from your face, resting them on your hips. You cup his face admiring him in all his glory, you smile, he replies back with a smile. "What?" He asks shaking his head. You start laughing. Karl asks you what again. "I just find it amusing that we both shook hands on it. Agreeing that we would let the other know if either of us got an inking of feelings. We would let the other know." You state. "And we didn't." Karl adds "Yeah." You agree. You both laugh together. You rub his cheek with your thumb. I was too scared to tell you, in case you didn't feel the same. In case it would have fuck things up between us." You share. "It wouldn't have fucked anything between us." He reassures you holding your face. "So why didn't we tell each other." You ask. "I don't know. Fear; of not knowing how the other felt." He tells you. "I'm just glad I didn't have to hide how I feel about you anymore." He adds, you nod in agreement, relived as well. "I love that smile." He shares admiring you. You look down at your feet embarrassed. "Now you're embarrassed." He chuckles. "It seems different now." You share glancing back up at him, flicking your head to your hair out your face. You stare at each other for a few minutes taking each other in. Your phone rings interrupting the moment. You answer it placing it against your ear. Not checking the caller id. "Y'N." You announce. Karl watches you. "Kripke! What's up." You ask. Karl's raises and eyebrows. You hold your finger up to your lip, mouthing the word sssh. Karl wanders away sitting on your couch. 'I'm just checking to see how the shot went.' Erik share. "Aliright a few set backs. But nothing we couldn't fix. We finished a little later than planned. I blame tiredness. But we got it done." You share reassuring him. He hums in agreement. Before asking if you have seen Karl. "Karl?" You ask your voice more high-pitched than usual. You and Karl gaze at each other. 'Yeah. Have you seen him or heard from him. Since you got back?" Erk shares. You go to answer. But Erik interrupts you. 'I've been trying to contact him but no answer. Figured he was with you." Erik shares as you put Erik on the speaker. "Yeah I'm here." Karl announces. 'Excellent. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.' He jokes. You and Karl glance at each other unamused. "Not what you think." Karl groans. 'Oh the other thing. I told you she felt the same.' Erik expresses. Karl cocks his head at Erik comments. You watch Karl face change. "You're on speaker; Erik." Karl shares. 'Oh I'll leave you both to it. I'm sure you have plenty to talk about. Both of you swing by my office tomorrow before filming starts.' Erik asks. You both agree. 'Oh, and by the way I'm happy for you both.' Erik shares with a smile in his voice. Karl hangs up the phone. "Kripke knew about your feelings for me before I did." You quiz Karl. Karl nods. "Yeah. The morning he confronted us about our agreement. He asked to talk to me. To stay behind. He asked me if it was no strings attached." He motions his finger on no strings attached. "He saw right through me. He had it in me a while ago. In my eyes and how I smiled or looked at you." Karl shares. Your heart skipped a beat, Butterflies rushed in a stomach. "So how long have you had feelings for me." You ask holding him close to you flirting with him. "I don't' know how long. I just woke up one morning and you were lying in my bed. It hit me." He shares you can't help but smile uncontrollably. "And you?" He asks. Playing with your hair. "Oh, I don't know maybe a month and a half, maybe two months in." You share embarrassed. "A month!" He says shocked. "Maybe a little bit more that." You try to change your answer. "No. I'm not accepting anything more than a month." He shares. "Fine by me." You say. "Fine." Karl replies. "You woman, you are such complicated." He states. Before picking up throwing you over your shoulder and carrying you into your bedroom. You scream at him playfully hitting him. ... Your hand rests on Karl's bare chest. His fingers swirl around on your hand. Before he stops, he picks up your hand studying the ring on your middle finger. It's worn and scuffed. You lean on your elbow watching him inspect the ring. "Have you always worn this?" He asks. You smile nodding. He takes it off your finger. Reading the inscription in the ring. You smile as he discovers what it is. His eyes widened. He looks at you in sheer shock. "Is that elvish on the inside of your ring?" He asks. He points to the inside of it with his other hand. You bite your lip nodding. "Hold on." He sits up in the bed excitedly like a child overly excited at this new discovery.   "This whole time. You have been wearing. The one ring to rule them all and you didn't think about telling me." He asks almost annoyed at you. "Yeah, I didn't expect much off it." You exclaim. "I barely know it's there half he time. As I've had it so long." You continue. "Wow. There is so much I don't know about you." He lies back down again. Admiring the ring. "Well, if you had shared sooner. How you felt about me." You tease. "Oi. Both of us are to blame for that one." He defends himself. "Can I get my precious back please." You ask holding out your hand. He double takes you. "I'm so in love with you." He shakes his head. Putting it back on your middle finger. Pushing you down on your back to kiss you.