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With These Truths

Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Warnings: Smut (That is all this story is.)

Words: 1298

Request: Could you possibly do young Erik Lehnsherr smut?(;

A/N: So sorry to the anon who requested this. It took a long time and I’m sorry for that. But in other news, this thing practically wrote itself. That just goes to show you what I think about when Erik Lehnsherr appears on screen.


The scowl on your face was purposeful, the man in front of you raising a brow in challenge. The soft breeze was the only thing interrupting your stare, stray strands of your hair covering parts of your face. You could feel the scowl fading, your whole body attempting to go against your will. And it was working. The smallest of smiles began to bloom, growing until you were full on laughing. Erik’s beautiful laughter followed, a warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“How the hell did you get so good at staring contests?” You gasped in between laughs.

“One of my many talents,” he smirked, blue eyes shining with mirth.

“And I suppose you’re also a good thumb wrestler,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him as you picked up a cloth, wiping the sweat from your face.

“Not particularly, no.” You shook your head, throwing the dirtied rag at him.

“Oh shut it.” His chuckle was like a blanket, warming you in the cold of the night. And his eyes, you had to hold back a groan as you looked at the orbs that plagued you in one too many pleasurable dreams. And that hair. Your tongue unconsciously darted out to wet your lips, your mind too busy thinking of how badly you wanted to tug at the soft locks, to have the tips tickle your palms as your lips were locked to his utterly delicious lips. 

Unfortunately for you, you’d been staring for too long. He finally caught on, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, only widening as your face heated. “Erik,” you warned, taking a step back at the absolute sinful look marring his features.

“(Y/N),” he growled, teeth shining in the light. You really, really didn’t want to back away from him but he looked so dangerous, so… sexy? This time you didn’t hold back your groan, your thoughts frustrating you more than the downright suggestive look in Erik’s eyes. Or maybe it was his hand rubbing circles over the bare flesh of your arm. 

Wait, when had he gotten that close? You met his gaze tentatively, falling into a dark pit the moment your (Y/E/C) clashed with his blue eyes. Oh, you were lost, so lost; yet you never wanted to come back if it meant he had to take his hands off you. With careful, calculated movements he dropped his full lips to your own, stealing your breath with it. Your mouth moved on its own accord, your mind too busy trying to grasp everything that was happening. 

Eventually you thought “fuck it” choosing to further the kiss with your tongue. It was ice, so very cold, yet still fire, burning your body with the heat of desire. All too soon he pulled away, your skin screaming for contact as he pulled away. However, he didn’t leave you wanting for long, his lips hot against your searing skin, hands tugging roughly at your shirt to work the garment over your head.

“Erik,” you breathed, his teeth grazing over your pulse point, the cool air hitting your skin like a bullet as he threw your shirt to the side.

“(Y/N),” he smirked, tugging your hips closer to his so you could feel his growing desire against your body.

“Fuck,” you muttered lowly, both hand all but ripping his shirt off, your mouth dropping open at the toned expanse of his chest. He took your distraction as an opportunity, pinning you to the wall behind so he could snap open your bra, baring your breasts to him. He gazed hungrily at every bit of naked skin, a finger ghosting over the pert buds. 

You cried out at his soft touch, the need for friction growing with each second. You needed him, dear lord you needed him. Both hands reached out for his belt, whipping it off as fast as they could. Growing impatient with your own ministrations, you cupped him through his trousers, pulling him into a bruising kiss. He returned it with just as much heat, your back scraping painfully against the wall. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care, your mind too addled with lust, your heart too far gone in the feel of him. Only it still wasn’t enough. 

The wetness between your legs only further proved your need for him, a strange growl leaving your throat as you unzipped his pants, reaching in to grab his bare length. His calm demeanor fell apart at the feel of your hot hand wrapped around his aching length, his head falling back in pleasure. And didn’t that just strengthen your lust. Your hand moved effortlessly along his length, slicked with his own pre-cum. 

He was keening into each of your touches, his husky voice like a candle in the darkness, powering the light of desire. You couldn’t wait to hear him yell your name at the height of pleasure, hear him repeat it like a prayer as he came down from the high. But your dreams were crushed as he pulled out of your grasp, holding your wrists above your head with one hand. He made easy work of your jeans, throwing it into the scattered pile of clothes lying around. Without warning he plunged a finger into your wet heat, your labored breaths becoming whispers of “Erik” and “more” as he pumped his fingers into you, his thumb pressing ever so softly at your clit. 

You could feel the pleasure build, slowly becoming more and more as his fingers moved faster, your body responding to each touch. You were so close, just a little… you whimpered, his hands pulling out of you before you could hit your high, your body aching painfully for release.

“Erik,” you whined, not caring about the fact that you were begging. You just needed more, needed him. A cheshire smile graced his face, his eyes shining with dark intent. Almost as if he could read your thoughts he slammed into you, his length filling you so painfully yet so pleasurably. He hurt so good as he thrusted into you roughly, giving you no time to adjust to his size. 

He set a ruthless pace, your body straining to keep up with each hard thrust of his hips. You were drowning, Erik your only savior from the dark abyss. And save you he did, his fingers circling your clit roughly, his lips and teeth all over your collarbone as he pushed into you with ruthless abandon. He didn’t seem to mind as your nails dug painfully into his back, your head thrown back and your breathing heavy. His eyes were sin, his body hell, and yet, you found you didn’t ever want to leave. 

Each thrust, each moan, each kiss, was all that was keeping you alive in the world, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure. You screamed his name, your nails drawing blood as you felt the only taste of heaven you’d ever get, your body burning in the heat of hell as he spilled his own release into you. You were on fire, the final thrusts of Erik the only thing keeping you from burning entirely. Each heavy breath brought you back to reality, your heated skin sliding against his own sweaty skin. 

It was glorious and primal and you never wanted anything less, you never expected anything less. And one look into his eyes as he pulled out of your now-soaking heat, his heavy breath intermingling with your own told you that he never did either. With these truths, the two of you would be together. With these truths, the two of you would burn in the fires of pleasure. And finally, with these truths, the two of you would rule your own world; together.

8

Goku: Guess what, old Kai granted me a life so I’m not dead anymore!

Chichi: you’re kidding me! You mean we’re going to live together, as a family of 4 in our little house?

Goku: well, that’s what I was planning on if you guys think you can put up with me!

Chichi: *starts crying*

Goku: there there chichi, it’s okay

Chichi: I know, I know.. *cries*

Goku: gosh Chichi, did you cry this much when I died? But don’t worry, I’m back for good. I love you.

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so when i went on a holiday earlier in the year i watched hotel transylvania 2 on the plane and thought that kid looks like changkyun so i took a pic of himand i watched this ck fancam last night and im yelling because THEY LOOK THE SAME

“Now it’s REALLY on!”

…What do you mean this isn’t what happened

Look At Me [CJamm]

Artist: CJamm | Word Count: 2.148

Thanks for the love, anon!

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You always had a soft spot for Ryu Sungmin, that one guy in your class that’s really good at rapping, and has a huge love for hip-hop. You weren’t sure when was the first time you took interest in him, because you will always see him after school, walking the same way home as you. Maybe it was that one time when he rescued a cat stuck on a tree, or when he stopped by the playground to play see-saw with the kids there. Or maybe it was that time when you finally got to talk to him, after half a year walking just right behind him.

“Your lyrics are really nice.” The words slipped out of your lips without you realizing it, and your hand quickly slapped your mouth, feeling embarrassed at what you did.

Sungmin had stopped walking to sit at the bus stop, waiting for a bus to Hongdae. Just when he was practicing his rap that he was going to record, a shadow hovered over him. When he was about to look up, someone suddenly spoke, praising his rap. His eyes widened seeing you standing in front of him, with your hands over your lips, shock written all over you.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, really,” A chuckle escaped Sungmin’s lips, “But thanks, I’m glad someone actually think that it’s nice.” Your eyebrow rose hearing his statement.

“But I thought people in our school said your good?” You asked, feeling confusion settle in you as Sungmin shook his head.

“They talked behind my back, saying that what I rap is mostly shit.” This time, Sungmin was chuckling with a hint of bitterness in it, and you were shocked once again hearing what he said.

“Well, this one is really good! I really mean it, Sungmin.” You felt your heart acting weird seeing that smile on his lips, as he looked like he really appreciated your words.

“Would you want to hear the rest of it? That was only the first verse.”

“Of course I want to!”

And after that day, you had been hanging around Sungmin often. You were there to see him improve, as his talent bloomed pretty quickly despite him being a high school student. And then he started performing in school events, and people acknowledged him from then on. After that, he met Byungyoon, who learned rapping from him. Despite all the popularity he had, Sungmin still didn’t leave you at all. Walking back home was a ritual you both had, and it would always be done without fail.

You didn’t even realize when you started to fall for your friend, or why your heart chose him. It was just a small interest that sparked inside your heart, but it turned into something bigger. You would feel extreme feelings every day, as your heart can soar high when he did something sweet for you, yet it would break when he’s talking with another girl. And somehow, you started to crave something more from him, you wanted this relationship you had with him to be more than friends.

So you pulled all the courage you had to confess your feelings to him, hoping that he could return them back. But every time you both were alone, and your lips were ready to spill the words your heart wrote, yet you abruptly stopped. The courage you had disappeared in an instant and you just felt like you couldn’t do it at all. Maybe you were too scared for what Sungmin would say to you, maybe that’s why the attempts on confessing would always fail.

Today was the last day of high school, and you’ve been hiding this feeling from Sungmin all this time. It’s okay to confess now, you thought, as you both wouldn’t go to the same college anyway. You wouldn’t see him anymore if he did reject you, saving less embarrassment for you.

“Sungmin?” You broke the silence between the two of you as you both walked back home together, side by side.

“Yeah?”

“I want to say something for you.”

“What is it?”

Suddenly, you felt your heart racing faster, and your voice suddenly disappeared when you needed it the most. Your brain was screaming at you to not confess, because you will definitely be embarrassed. And you continued to walk in silence, your mind having an internal battle with your heart, weighing the options that you had.

“Are you okay, (Name)?” Sungmin asked, confused at your sudden silence.

“I like you, Sungmin.” You whispered, your shoulders slumping down as the weight you had on it for three years have disappeared.

But then, you felt regret washing over you as you saw Sungmin’s face. He had stopped walking, and he was now staring at you in disbelief, not believing your confession just now. And his expression suddenly turned unreadable, as he was staring down at the concrete, not daring to meet your anticipating eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Sungmin croaked, “I only see you as a friend, (Name), nothing more.”

Well, there’s the answer, you said to yourself. But you thought you would feel better, since you had finally confessed to him. Your heart was aching in pain now, as the words Sungmin said played in your mind over and over again. Tears started to pool in your eyes, and you were trying in all your might not to let it flow down your cheeks, as you didn’t want him to see you like this.

You messed it all up, you ruined everything you had with him. Not only was your heart that was broken, your relationship and everything that was left with him was broken as well. You were beyond sad that he couldn’t return your feelings, when you expected it would be the exact opposite. Now, it felt so awkward with Sungmin, as he didn’t even raise his eyes when he talked to you.

“O-Oh, I see,” You whispered, “Well, I’ll go on first then.” Not waiting for his response, you walked first, and then turned into a sprint when you were sure he was far from you.

It’s over, everything is over now. But your heart hurts so much, you weren’t sure if the pain will be over for you soon.



A lot teased Sungmin for being way too focused on his music, that he didn’t have one girl in his life at all. Sure, he had one night stands, but none of them appeared again the next day. His life was all about his music, unlike his friends and fellow JM artists. Most of them were in a relationship, and since he would come to the JM building every day, they would tease him about his love life again and again.

Sungmin had a lot of girls lining up for him, but he just wasn’t interested in any of them. Sure they were pretty, but their heart wasn’t, it was rotten. He got tired of them flirting with him for his fame, he needed someone who’s willing to love him for who he is, not his wealth or his popularity.

Well, there was one girl in his life that was like that, but he made a huge mistake with her. Sungmin’s mind would wander about you once again, and his heart would beat faster remembering you. But he did the stupidest thing in his life, as he turned your love down, and then soon realized that he loves you all along. But it was too late, as your friendship with him ended that day, and that was the last time you’ve ever seen him.

It was as if you were gone from the world, Sungmin had a hard time finding you. He was desperate to fix everything that was left between the two of you, because he was so stupid. He didn’t realize his heart craved for you, his pride blinding his true feelings. And he was truly foolish for being like that back then, for letting an angel like you flew out of his life. But after all these years, he still longed for you, wanting to see you just one more time.

Today, Sungmin was going to record his song for the next episode of Show Me the Money. He was waiting for Zico to arrive to the studio he was in, as he was now practicing his raps with his producers. He got too engrossed in his practice that he didn’t realize the door of the studio sliding open as Zico and another person walked inside the studio.

“Hello! I’m sorry I’m late,” Zico apologized, “And I got someone tagging along, would that be fine?”

Sungmin got the biggest shock in his life seeing who was beside Zico, as he had his arms around a girl’s waist. It was you, the one that he wanted to see after all this time. He can hear his heart shattering in pieces, seeing you bow at the people in the studio, with a smile on your lips.

“Hello there! Would it be okay if I wait for Jiho here?” You asked shyly, not once leaving Zico’s side.

“Is she your girlfriend, Jiho?” Kush asked, receiving a proud nod from Zico.

Yes, Sungmin did wish for faith to be able to let them meet again. But he didn’t expect it to be this way, not in a cruel way like this.



“I’m going to grab some drink, do you want anything?” Zico asked you, and you shook your head, smiling softly at him.

“No, I’m good,” You declined his offer, “Be careful on your way.” You bid goodbye at your boyfriend and relaxed in the studio, your eyes glued to your phone.

Sungmin’s heart was racing seeing you sitting right across him, but you acted like he never existed in your life at all, like you didn’t knew him. Your acting was perfect, and Sungmin thought it was like that because maybe you’ve already moved on. And there was no hint of you being uncomfortable at all, and the courage Sungmin had to tell you his feelings have started to shrink.

“It’s been so long, (Name), how are you doing?” You looked up from your phone and gave him a small smile.

“I’m good, how about you?”

“I’m fine too.” You didn’t try to let the conversation flow, as you purposely went back to your phone, ignoring him.

Sungmin was going crazy on how you let the conversation end just like that. He was mostly asking you pointless questions, in which you answered with one word only. He was biting his lips, desperate to get things back to like how it used to be. But can he really do that? There seems to be nothing between the two of you at all that he could piece back together.

“Listen, (Name), I really-“

“Is this about seven years ago?” You asked, as you started to feel annoyed by his questions that wouldn’t stop coming at you.

“Yes! It was a mistake, because I was-“

“I moved on, don’t worry, no need to feel bad.”

“Listen to me first!” Sungmin cried out, silencing you immediately, “I really like you, (Name), and I was too late to realize that! I kept on thinking about you, and I just… really miss you.” His last words were in a whisper, but it was still audible in your ears.

You could see that Sungmin was genuine, as he actually meant what he said to you. He looked desperate, but there really was nothing he could do. You’ve already moved on to him, and the room in your heart was filled by Jiho, not Sungmin anymore.

“I’m sorry Sungmin, but I only see you as a friend, nothing more.” The memories of him rejecting you flashed again in your mind, as the exact words he said to you slipped out of your lips.

Sungmin felt like he was stabbed by his own knife, he remembered those words so well. He got up from his seat and walked to the door, needing some fresh air. He left you without any word, and when the door closed, he finally let all his composure down. His eyes looked lifeless as he leaned to the wall, feeling his heart break into pieces.

It was useless anyway, and it was stupid of him to hope you would give him a chance. Everything was too late as there was nothing he could fix, nothing that could bring him together with you again. His heart was broken, and he wasn’t sure if time would be the right medicine for to heal. Sungmin felt so stupid, he felt like burying himself away, knowing he lost you from his life, as he let the chance he had slip away so easily.

Sungmin didn’t look at you back then, but he wished you would look at him now.

6

Haikyuu!! at Otakuthon 2015!

if you’re in any of these pictures, let me know so that I can tag you!! :D

Steggy Modern Day AU where Steve is a stay at home dad and Peggy co-runs the New Avengers with Nat gives me life. 

Real helpers

Wayfaring to 6 year old girl: What was your favorite thing you got for Christmas?

Kid: My whole family went to DISNEY WORLD for Christmas!

Wayfaring: Wow! Did you see anybody famous when you were there?

Kid: Yes I saw Princess Jasmine and she was beauuuutiful! 

Wayfaring: I’m jealous! Who else did you see?

Kid: I saw Minnie Mouse!

Wayfaring: For real, the real Minnie?!

Kid: Of course not. The real Minnie is a cartoon. This was one of Minnie’s helpers I guess.