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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Family is Forever, O. Diaz

Summary: The past comes to haunt you and your family with Oscar.

warnings: angst, domestic!Oscar, swearing,physical abuse, attempt sexual abuse, child endangerment

word count: 4.8K

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A life long dream of yours since freshmen year in high school was to move somewhere along the East Coast and for sometime that was the goal that you were working hard towards.

And then Oscar Diaz happened. It was sophomore year when he ‘claimed’ you. You weren’t so into him as much as he was into you but he never stopped trying to get you and by some twisted fate of luck, he got you. Not long after officially dating, you got pregnant with your son, Abel. It didn’t matter that you were only 16 or the fact that Oscar had joined a gang. You two made it work.

That was 6 years ago, your son has grown into a very intelligent little boy. He is a carbon copy of his dad at that age, his thick black locks that are curled on top of his head has to be your favorite feature of his. You hadn’t got to see Oscar with hair like so since he’d already been sporting the shaved cholo look from when you two began dating.

A lot has happened over those 6 years. Both good and bad.

It was only a few weeks into summer after graduating high school that Oscar was arrested for drug possession. It completely wrecked you. At that point it seemed obvious that he would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. All that seemed to shift on the night when the police knocked on the door. The loud, echoing pounding and a 2 year-old Abel seemingly frightened.

When Oscar opened the door he didn’t try to resist arrest for he knew this day would come. You held your son close to your chest as he called out for his papa.

You took him to visit Oscar whenever he’d ask and let him talk on the phone with him every chance you got. Nothing could get between you and your family, not even prison. And when he was released after 4 long years, the heavens rejoiced and so did the two of you. With lots of rolling in the sheets.

That’s why you’re now in a PartyCity store looking for the right unicorn balloons for your soon-to-be 4 year old daughter’s upcoming birthday. When you found out you were pregnant again only 2 weeks after Oscar had been released, the both of you laughed, not surprised one bit. It was no secret that you wanted more kids together so it was fate to add a little girl, whom you named Ella, to the mix.

“Ma, can we go now? We been here forever.” Abel sighs as you make another round in the same isle you were in just a few minutes ago.

The corners of your lips lift as you know he has your patience, which is zero to none. He’s been a champ for most of the morning but once you had been running back and forth between stores, he began to lose his patience quickly.

Your daughter sports a mean muggin’ face, much like her father. “I wan mah balloons!” She is standing in the cart, staring at her brother. The look of ‘I am going to get my way’. Abel only rolls his eyes and groans as she turns to sit in the cart and look at which balloons she wants.

“Cute kids.”

A voice sounds from in front of you, you smile and turn to thank the stranger but you are met with no stranger. A very familiar face. One that put you through hell, one that definitely was not suppose to be within a 100 feet of you.

When Oscar was in prison you were absolutely loyal to him. Not once did you lose faith in your relationship. Even when you had your hardships such as the times Oscar got doubtful that he would never get out, he’d ask you to move on. Though it was never a thought at all. You share a child together, you’re bonded for life.

But to the streets if your man is serving time then you’re fair game. That’s just how they ran things but to hell if you were gonna let that happen. That never stopped other dudes trying to get with you. And there was one particular one that never stopped trying, Tomas. He became obsessive with you. He wanted you, he wanted to be the man that Oscar couldn’t be for you at that moment. But you never gave in because for you Oscar was it.

“What are you doing here? You know the obligations of your restraining order.” The calmness in your voice shows no fear but you know the lengths he’d go when it comes to you.

Tomas only chuckles to himself as he digs his hands in his pockets, “That expired this morning at 10. But I’m just visiting some homies, ain’t know you’d be here.”

You watch him intently as pull your son closer to you. Thankfully Ella has her back to you so you could have a hold on her should he try anything, “Yeah well, I don’t want nothing to do with you so I think it’s best if you just go on about your day and your life far away from here. Oscar has been out for a while now so I wouldn’t be so stupid and try something.”

He takes a few steps forward which makes you automatically step back, one hand locked on your son’s shoulder and the other on the shopping cart. “Calmate, I’m just passing through, preciosa.” A chill runs down your spine as he caresses your face with the back of his finger making you flinch.

Abel grabs onto you and holds you tightly as Ella watches the man stand close to you, “Mama, who is this?” She asks excitedly as she pulls herself up from sitting. You look to him and her as he turns towards your little girl.

“Hi, I’m Tomas, a friend of your mom’s. And who are you?” Your heart rate is increasing, your nerves are scattered all over the place, worried something may happen. Your daughter’s curiosity has worried you since she could talk.

She smiles as he waits for her answer, “Ella, it’s my birthday soon! I’ll be this much!” Ella holds up 4 little fingers and covers her mouth with her other hand, laughing due to Tomas’ pretend shocked expression.

“I have to go. Please stay away from me and my family.” You hoist your son into the cart, despite his protests that he can walk. You step back quickly and spin the cart around.

Ella is complaining that you didn’t get all the balloons but you hush her. After checking out you ask a worker to escort you out. He kindly helps you load your car as you get your kids in.

“Answer, answer, answer.”

You’re chanting quietly to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot to head home. Your heart is thudding in your chest like wildfire, you need to hear Oscar’s voice, even if he says he is busy you just want to have his calming voice soothe you.

A few rings in, “Hola, mamas. Where are you?”

You slump back into the seat, his voice on the sound system has an instant effect on you. You exhale a deep breath, “Papa, it’s me! I miss yew!”

Ella shouts and you smile as you hear Oscar laugh, always so happy to hear their voices, “Mija! I miss you and your mano, where are you guys?”

“We just leave the store! I meet mama’s man friend.” You quickly shush your daughter and hang up the phone call. You can’t be mad at her because it’s not like she knows better or the fact that you forgot to tell to your kids not to mention seeing Tomas to their dad.

She whines that you ended the phone call, “Babygirl, you can’t tell daddy about that man, okay?” You look in the rearview mirror to get a look at her as she has her arms crossed over her chest and gaze away from you. “Mija, look at mommy please.”

When she finally does take a look at you, she keeps her lil Spooky face on, “That was mean and papa will be mad you did that.”

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that. Just don’t talk about that friend we saw because then daddy will be really mad at mommy. Please?”

Ella’s features soften a bit and turns happy when you tell her that you’ll stop to get ice cream on the way back home. Both kids cheer with happiness as you pull into McDonald's drive thru.

Oscar has sent some texts asking about the abrupt end to the call and what Ella was going on about, but you made up the excuse that there was terrible reception and that she has been spilling nonsense since this morning. He brushes it off and you sigh in victory.

You finally get home, very weary of your surroundings though you don’t think Tomas would be so naive to try anything knowing you were with the Santos leader. Oscar gets home not long after you, thankfully he didn’t bring up the phone call and you went about your night.

“Com’n son, time to bathe. Vamanos.” Oscar calls out from the hallway. Abel stands but moves slowly from the living room, so focused on the big screen, “Abel!” Your son scurries off. He is always last to shower because he is so glued the TV all the time.He has learned what comes next if there is a 3rd time being called. “Coming!”

The stress of Ella’s birthday is taking a toll on you because she is a very specific little girl and the slightest detail on a decoration will have her stomping her feet and pouting her lip for days. You’re definitely raising a perfectionist.

Oscar stands in front of the bathroom mirror as he uses a razor to clean up his facial hair as well as to keep an eye on Abel who loves to let the bath get too bubbly or he’ll doze off and considering it’s nearly 10 PM, it’s a possibility.

“How was shopping with Mama today?” Oscar asks as he zeroes in on getting a clean cut. Abel doesn’t answer right away as he ponders telling Oscar about his whole day or skipping on the part about meeting Tomas and how you were not so happy about it.

With Abel as the older child he is more aware. Unlike Ella who couldn’t pick up on the unsettling feeling Tomas had given off, Abel knew that this man was trouble. And his dad always taught him to protect his family. Family is forever and is the most important thing. Always to protect his family if his dad couldn’t.

“It was okay. Ella was whining, papa. She didn’t like the balloons mama picked out at one store so we had to go to a whole other store! I was tired of looking at pink and purple unicorns. Then that man that came up to us was..”

Abel stopped talking as he realizes he let it slip out. And Oscar heard him loud and clear. He waits for Abel to continue talking but nothing comes from behind the shower curtain. Abel begins to cry, scared that he’ll get you in trouble. Oscar opens the shower curtain to see his son with his knees to his chest, sobbing.

Meanwhile, you are oblivious to what is happening. Your son keeps his face hidden as Oscar reaches to turn off the flowing water and sits on the side of the tub, watching his son. What is he afraid of saying that is making him this anxious?

“Abel Cesar Diaz, what’s going on? Hm?” Oscar taps his sons knee and the big, dark orbs that resemble his father’s peer up. Oscar can be the typical Hispanic father that tends to be disciplinary but he has learned that talking helps a lot as well.

So Abel explains to his dad what happened at the store with your friend. About how you didn’t look like you wanted him around and how scared you seemed. He explained how the man looked at you and how he didn’t think he was good news.

The veins on Oscar’s neck and forehead begins to bulge the more his son explained about Tomas. Oscar is aware of who he is. When he was in Corcoran his homies always kept him up to date of the streets. And it upset him when he had to hear about this pendejo from the Santos rather than from you. But after you two had a heated conversation over the phone, your next visit you explained. And when Tomas kept persisting you, you finally had a restraining order and more protection from the Santos until Oscar got out.

Oscar comforts his son and tells him that he isn’t upset with him. “Hey, you protected your mom, so you did your part and I am proud of you.” He helps him get dried off and ready for bed. After tucking his son in, he checks on Ella who is softly snoring on her bed. He smiles that she has finally gotten use to sleeping alone. He closes their bedroom door and stands in the hall for a moment, sighing and wiping the tiredness from his eyes, making his way to you.

You’re hunched over the table looking over a tablet that carries the plans for the birthday party as well as thanksgiving since that’ll be in a month. “Want a beer?” You ask Oscar as he sits across from you but he waves you off.

“Tell me about that stunt Tomas pulled today.”

Your eyes meet his and you freeze for a moment. Your chest is rising and falling as you try to figure out something to say, “He ran into us at the store. I told him to leave me alone and that’s all that happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just..”

Oscar’s jaw clenches as you stare at him, your heart skipping each beat the longer he stares and doesn’t say anything. “And you didn’t tell me again because? Had to hear from Abel. Again, Y/N? Someone is bothering you, you tell me. You let me handle that shit. That’s why our call suddenly ended? Making the kids fuckin’ lie to me too?”

His anger is beginning to bubble over. You take slow breaths to keep your temper under control. With the past couple days you’ve been having, you had no energy to start arguing back. “I never told them to lie, I asked them to not mention it. It’s not lying, technically..”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit. Don’t be technical with me, that puto should know better than to be approaching you and even my own son could feel how much he bothered you. It’s a good thing I’m raising my son right to protect his mama.” Oscar stands and paces the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you..again. I had no idea that he would be there, you think if I knew that I would have went out today?”

Oscar leans against the counter, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I don’t know why I didn’t hear anything from the compas. Everyone knows, including him, he got a target on his head for what he did. This is why I tell you carry that gun in your purse. My kids were there. And I love you to the fuckin’ end, amor... but had something happened to one of them, a bullet would be in your fuckin’ head.”

He leaves you in the kitchen by yourself and you’re shocked at his words. Oscar has been a dad since he was a teenager, since the two of you met. You knew the lengths he’d go for Cesar, but for his kids? He’d take out anyone including you as he stated. You let out a shaky breath.

You decide to give him sometime alone. He’s the most upset you’ve ever seen him and he is rightfully so but you weren’t sure how to fix it. You do what you think any man cannot resist, seducing them. At least this way you can ease into him forgiving you.

But when you enter your shared bedroom he is tucking his two kids in on your bed. You quirk your eyebrows up in confusion. Did he know you well enough that you’d use seduction to get his forgiveness? Oscar turns to see you standing in the doorway, “Why are the kids in here?”

“Heading out, I want them by you while I’m out.” He is shuffling around the room gathering things. The usual: keys, phone, wallet, gun, extra mag. You watch him as he looks to you, “Where exactly are you going, Oscar?”

He breathes out through his nose and that’s enough for you to know. You don’t open your mouth to bicker as he is standing in front of you now, looking down at you with eyebrows creased together, “He ain’t getting near you or my kids again. Don’t leave the house or room, lock the bedroom door and don’t unlock it til I call you.”

Oscar steps away but stops to turn and pull your face towards his.He presses his lips to yours. You melt into it instantly, your hands grasping his forearms. The kiss deepening for a moment as your hands move up to cup his face. When he pulls back you are breathless. Craving more.

Then he is gone.

The house is quiet as you lay awake waiting for your boyfriend to return. Your fingers running through your son’s hair. Something you love to do and Abel loves you doing it too. Ella not so much though. She’s a verbal lover rather than a physical lover, the thought making you chuckle. How different your two kids are.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear some shuffling from the living room, grabbing your phone you wait for it to ring with Oscar’s name but it never does. So you call out to him, “Babe?”

When you get no response you climb out of bed and quietly tip toe towards the bedroom door to get a better listen, maybe he is testing you to see if you’d listen to what he said about not unlocking the door until he calls.

The buzzing of your phone pulls your attention and you see Oscar’s name pop up with the cutest picture of him and the two kids. You sigh in relief, unlocking the door and stepping out to an empty hallway.

“Oscar?” You call out and switch on the light but he isn’t there. You click the answer button and bring the phone to your ear. “Babe?”

“Hey, this puto is hiding, still nothing just checking on you. The kids still asleep?” When the words leave his lips, you close your eyes and feel a tear slide down your cheek. When you open them, Tomas is standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall watching you.

You hold the phone to your ear as you watch him put a single finger close to his lips signaling to be quiet about his presence. You could tell Oscar about him, then you could run to the room and lock the door. Quickly hide the kids in the bathroom for their safety and tell Abel to call his dad because so long as your kids are safe that’s all that matters. But what if he is quicker than you? What if he goes straight for the kids?

“Snoring like bears per usual. We’re okay, just be safe and Oscar?” You pause for a moment as Tomas gives you sickening, sinister look stalking towards you until he is standing right in front of you, his hands brushing against your exposed waist as you’re in a crop top. “Si?” Oscar answers you.

Tomas’ hands grab your chin and lifts it for you to look up at him, “When you find him, put a bullet right between his fucking eyes.” Tomas smiles and swipes his thumb on your lower lip, making you flinch.

Oscar chuckles, “You’re turning me on, mamas. Not much of him will be left. I’ll see you soon, te quiero.”

“Te quiero.” You say in a whisper as the line cuts. You try to step back but Tomas is quick, as you suspect he might be. He grabs ahold of the back of your head and into your hair. He pulls it back roughly with his body now pressed against you. “You have no idea how much I still want you. I think of you every single night. I remember how close you were to giving it to me. Hm.. you remember how badly you wanted me?”

You want to throw up, the feeling of him against you and his words makes you feel repulsed. His grip is iron-like and he is not letting up not until he gets what he wants and it’s obvious he wants you.

“P-please. M-my kids, let me close the door. Just let me at least close it.” Your bottom lip is trembling uncontrollably and the tears have been spilling over since the phone call with Oscar ended. He analyzes you. Are you trying to make an escape? He walks forward, pushing you back towards the bedroom door. And with his free hand reaches back to close the bedroom door, you look over shoulder at your sleeping kids as the door closes. Sending a little prayer for their safety.

He grabs your face and plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. You drown under him, not knowing how to win in this situation.

“So what do you do now?”

Oscar voice causes his chest to vibrate which is right up against yours. He has your arms pinned under his, “Hm, I kiss you to distract you!” You tilt your head upwards to plant a chaste kiss on his lip. He smiles into the kiss and pulls his head back, “You gonna be kissing random dudes who run up on you, hm?”

You can’t help but laugh as he gives you a mischievous look. “Well if it works for me to distract them long enough, then yes!” Oscar rolls his eyes and nods his head to proceed with his defense lesson since you weren’t so keen on firearms, he’s teaching you physical defense.

“Fine, fine. So let’s say the kiss does distract the perp, if you have him in this kind of position? Jab here with all your might.” He points to his side right below his rib cage. “There’s a nerve that’ll cause them to tense up and give you a few seconds. That’s when it matters the most, those few seconds. So think before you do.”

You look at the spot Oscar had pointed to, you jab your fingers there and he tenses up like he says would happen. He curls over and you step back and laugh, making your quick escape.

That moment plays in your head. The kissing is a distraction, he has one of your arms pressed against him and it’s the perfect opportunity. Then the thought of how you asked Ella to pick up her toys that laid on the kitchen floor earlier infiltrates your memory as she never did considering she fell asleep.

You allow him to seep his tongue into your mouth and when you do, you feel him release the grip on your hair. This is the moment. With your fingers pointed, you dig your hand into his side, right below the rib cage and he retorts back. The same way Oscar had. You use your shoulder to push him into the wall which gives you enough space to move away from him.

Tomas recovers quicker than you hoped. So when you were going to leap over the pile of toys, hoping he would trip over them, you feel a grip on your hair once more and you’re sent flying back. The pain stinging your scalp, you yulp when you hit the ground. He is on you and his body suffocating you, “You stupid bitch! Pull that stunt again and I promise you’ll regret it.”

His hand hits your cheek and you cry out as you try to get him off you. The fear setting in as his hand reaches to his belt, the clinking of the metal making you terrified of what is to come next.

But it’s the sound of a gun cocking that stops Tomas trying to unbuckle his belt. He looks back towards the sound just as you do too. You’re heart breaks into a million pieces to see you 6 year old son holding a gun in his hand. His grip on it perfect, ready to fire. His stance, arms out and legs spread apart ready for the recoil.

“Son, go back in the room, please. Just go back to your sister.” Your voice trembles as Abel keeps his eyes on Tomas. In the moment, he resembles his papa more than ever.

Abel shakes his head no, “Get off my mama. I know how to shoot a gun and I’ll shoot you, get off her now!” He sounds like his dad too, you can only sob.

“Mommy?” Ella’s voice sounds from behind Abel. Which distracts him. Tomas takes this opportunity to get the gun away from Abel, “No!” You cry out.

Despite the ache in your body, you sit up and jump on Tomas’ back just before he can reach your son, Ella is screaming scared as Abel runs to his little sister and stands in front of her. You hold onto Tomas with all your might, the strength of a mother is like no other, “Abel, go! Get your sister and run, baby! Run to Tio Cesar’s friends house, go!”

Tomas manages to get you off and slams you back into the wall. The blow stunning you, you have the wind completely knocked out of you. The back of his hand hits your face which causes you to fall over. You cry out as you see him step towards your kids. The fire of the gun sounds and Tomas cries out in pain holding his arm.

“Y/N!” You hear Cesar followed by footsteps. He is kneeling besides you as the Santos enter the house to check it out. “My babies, are they okay?”

“Mama!” Abel calls out as he drops the gun and runs to you, you hold your arms open to embrace your son. Your brave baby boy. Fearless much like his father. Ella joins quickly and you squeeze them tightly.

They sob in your arms as you sit on the floor, the pain radiating throughout you numb from the love your kids are giving, “Y/N! Baby?!” Oscar’s voice booms through the house as he approaches you. He pulls Cesar away as he falls to his knees besides you. His arms envelopes all 3 of you.

Ella turns into her father’s chest, he can feel her thudding heartbeat. Tears stream down his face as he felt he let down his family but as the Santos grabbed the injured Tomas and dragged him out of the house, both of you sigh in relief that the worst is over.

“Mijo, you did it again. You protected your family and papa is so proud of you. You..” Oscar can’t form anymore words as he hugs his son and plants kisses on his head. You stand from the ground and use Oscar’s arm as support.

“Cesar take the kids to the bathroom, make sure they’re okay, por favor.” The younger Diaz nods and whisks away the little ones. Oscar pulls a chair out for you to sit, he kneels in front of you and examines the damage.

You look to him, eyes feeling puffy from the crying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen. I put our kids in danger and you’re right, I should have a bullet in my fucking head. I’m sorry, Oscar.” Your head falls as you sob hard, the hyperventilating causing hiccups.

“Baby, none of that shit matters. My kids are okay and you are now. He can’t do anything to hurt you anymore and I promise, you didn’t do nothing wrong. We’re lucky we’re raising a smart boy. I love you.” He wipes your face dry with his shirt and stands, pulling you into his warm, safe embrace.

You all take a shower and cuddle into the bed. Abel and Ella rest in between you and Oscar, embracing each other. Ella has her tiny head on her brother’s chest, forever his sister’s keeper. Oscar sighs as he intertwines your hands together, you look up at him as he gives you a soft smile.

This morning you woke a happy family and tonight you lay down a stronger one.

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years

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Title: Focus On Me** {One Shot}

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1.5K

Warning: Dirty Talking, Cursing, NSFW, Phone Sex, SMUTTY

Summary: Inspired by this GIF and this image. Chris has a Bluetooth ear piece in his ear, and you are in his ear. You are sitting in your office watching the live stream feed. You are turning up the heat and he has to remain focused in front of thousands of people.😁😈

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He didn’t know how he’d gotten himself into this. One minute he was talking to you backstage and getting frustrated with the number of times your call dropped, and the next he was on this stage in front of thousands of fans with you in his ear, and you were not playing nice.

“God, baby, I miss you.” Your words echoed in his head, and he had to fight against the urge to smile. He loved to hear you tell him how much you missed him. He wanted to ask how much so damn bad.

Clenching his jaw, he looked out to where he knew the cameras were. Right this minute you were at your office working late watching this live stream over YouTube.

“You look like you wanna ask me how much I miss you. Is that right, daddy?”

Fuck, he thought. You really weren’t playing fair. He silently gulped and straightened his back in the chair.

“So fucking back. Last night I had to whip out the vibrator, my fingers would not cut it. I kept imagining it was your magic tongue. I came so hard.”

He softly cleared his throat and rolled his neck back, and cracked it. As it cracked he released a low groan.

“Everything all right, Chris?” he looked over to the panel mediator, plastered a smile on his face, and nodded.

“Absolutely, sorry had a little muscle spasm. I’m good. By all means.”

He spread his hand out to signal the man to continue as he cursed in his mind. He licked his bottom lip and glared at one of the cameras. Your soft laughter rang through his head. This amused you. It wouldn’t when he finally saw you. One more day.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I’m so wet just thinking about it. I’m sitting in my chair with my legs up on the desk spread right in front of the screen. I’m imagining you can see me. If you could see the panties I have on right now, you’d love them. They’re the blue lacy ones, the ones you picked out that day in Agent Provocateur. Do you remember?” you moaned and ended with a soft gasp.

“Fuck, they’re soaked. I wish you could see this baby.”

He felt a chill race up his spine, and with it a drop of sweat rolled down his back. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as his breathing sped up. Jesus you were going to be the death of him. All he could do was picture you with your legs spread open in front of your laptop screen. He wondered if your juices were smudged against your inner thighs or if maybe there was a stretchy line when you touched and pulled your hand away. He snaked a finger up to his brow and itched it. He was already feeling the pressure.

“How was it being back with this cast, Chris?”

His head snapped to the moderator and glanced around at the faces of his castmates then smiled. “Uh—well, you know. I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?”

The audience laughed together, and he tried not to feel too embarrassed. If only they knew the struggle that he was involved in right this very second. He intently listened to the moderator ask his question again. Determined, he nodded and focused on answering. Just as he was in the middle of his sentence, he heard you gasp loudly and groan.

“Fuck daddy, this feels so good. My fingers aren’t enough. I want yours fucking me.”

He clenched his jaw and paused his sentence. He could feel himself hardening in his pants. He glanced down to his blue velvet pants and wondered how evident a hard-on would be in them. As well as he could he finished his response. “It’s always great to be with these guys, so many years of my life with them. They’re like family.”

The audience let out a collective “aww,” and he smiled through the pain in his loins. He shifted his hips, and his length gazed against the stiff inseam of his pants making his situation that much more precarious.

“You look like you’re in pain, daddy. Are you hard for me? God what I wouldn’t give to have you deep in my throat right now filling my mouth and fucking it almost to the point where I can’t breathe. Mmm!”

He couldn’t believe you were this cruel. It had always been a funny little prank the two of you did every once in a while to catch each other in the worst moments and making the other have to sit through it. The last time it was him who did this to you in a meeting at your job. You handled yourself very professionally, but he knew how bad you wanted to either get home and finish yourself off or hop on a flight so he could do it. Guess this is payback, he thought.

“Your thighs look so damn inviting baby. Do you want me on your lap riding you until you fill me up? Can you imagine it as I rock back and forth on you? I can almost feel how big you are inside of me. Mmmm. Touch your thighs for me, daddy.”

He knew you knew what that word did to him. The first time you’d let it slip out he stopped every movement and let it fill him. It took him almost a full thirty seconds to reconcile how much he liked hearing it. Once he did though, he showed you just how much of a daddy he was. Now it was your thing, and you knew it made him go from zero to one hundred quick. From beside him Mackie caught his eye. He shot him a questioning look as if asking if he were okay. No Mackie, I’m not okay, he thought. Nodding his head, he took a few calming breathes and tried to put himself in a trance of tranquility. He needed to find a way to get himself under control.

“Spread them wider, baby. Please.” Your whine was definitely brat like. Scoffing he widened his stance and heard you moan deeply in his ear. Goosebumps peppered his skin; you were the sexiest woman he’d ever met. The sound of your voice did things to him, and your moans took his mind to places it had no business being right now.

“God, yes, I wish I was sitting right in between those thighs letting you fuck my tits. I love to see the way your thick, big dick slides in and out. Mmmm, can you feel me tipping my tongue right across your head, licking up every drop of your love daddy?”

It was insane, but he could feel it, and he could see it. He focused ahead of him and tried to keep any reaction out of his face. He could imagine the shots the press was getting. Without thinking he looked down to his hardening dick and spread his thighs wider and rubbed his hand along them and licked his lips. His hips instinctively nudged up just a little, but that was all you needed.

“Yes, baby, imagine me sitting on that dick. Fuck me!” Your pants became louder as did your moans, and he could tell you were close. The knowledge of that made him ball his fists and clench his jaw, trying to keep his concentration at peak levels, but every grunt and gasp made his dick jump in his pants. He brought his hands to his lap and folded them over his current situation.

“Ugggh, fuck Chris, yes, yes, yes!” You screamed long and loud, and he was sure those around him heard it. His breathing reached an all-time high. He was practically hyperventilating, and all he needed was just a touch, and he’d come all over himself. Part of him wanted just to give his dick a little squeeze, but the other part knew in these pants it would be so obvious. He did not need to be sitting in his own come in front of possibly hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

“Shit baby, I just squirted all over my laptop.” You moaned again and breathed out.

“Wish you were here to clean me up, I made a mess.”

As soon as you said the words, he heard a jubilant giggle. You were real pleased with yourself. He wondered if you’d be pleased come tomorrow when he took out all his pent-up frustrations on your body. He slyly raised his hand his mouth and covered it as if he were yawning, but instead, he spoke as low as possible in the deep voice he knew turned you on instantly.

“You are so fucked when I see you.” With that, he tapped the Bluetooth bud in his ear, ending the call and sealing your fate.

~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Could you do a haunted house 👻 🎃 🏚 with Erik? Possibly leading to something else! Thank you sis ❤️

Author’s Note: Oooo Halloween. I’m down for it.

Warnings: Smut.

Haunted house with Erik

It’d be your idea because he is not down for being purposely scared 😂 “why the fuck are we gonna pay people to scare you. I can scare your ass at home, for free.”

Him hiding his nerves, known to be a tough guy but he really doesn’t want to go. “Don’t be all over me either. I ain’t saving you.”

Him complaining the entire way there, “I know damn well I’m getting ass for this shit.”

He’d naturally be pissed at every inconvenience that came up, including the line. “How King we gone be in this line?” You’d kiss his hand leaning into him. “Not long babe, calm down.”

Erik threatening the actors, before the tour even starts. “I’m telling you right fucking now... I’m hitting the first clown I see.”

The walk through of the house would start off with you two in the crowd. People jumping out at you but he wouldn’t flinch just stare at them and keep walking

He would be generally non phased even though you would be burying yourself in his chest, screaming

Your scream would for sure turn him on. “Damn ma, you don’t scream like that for me?”

“Shut up E.” Youd laugh trying not to look the zombie in the eye as he shielded you by him.

It would take ten minutes with him until he pulled you off into a closet. “What are we doing?”

“What you think?” He’d smile dragging his teeth over his full lips. “I wanna give you something g to really scream about.”

The door would close and without a warning he’d push you into the wall and lift your shirt up. His lips would latch on to your tit while his free hand gripped and squeezed the other causing a moan to escape. “You want this or you playing?”

You wouldn’t tell him now allowing him to worship your body with his hands and lips, the trail of his kisses leaving small tingles of pleasure until he reached the hem of your pants.

He’d tug them down and his fingers would trace over your swollen clit until they dived in your slick pussy. “Damn ma...”

He wouldn’t be able to stop himself as he drug his thick tongue from the top of your slit to your entrance.

His tongue would thrust into you while his fingers worked at your clit. He’d suck at your clit until your mewls melted into soft moans then full blown screams. And right when you were about to cum he’d stop kissing your lips so you could taste yourself. “You wanna get the fuck out of here or nah?”

Breathless you’d grin. “Take me home daddy.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Wig

One-shot.

Get rid of that wig. It was all Erik had asked of his girlfriend, Mylen. Not all of her wigs, because she had a lot of them and most of them were nice. Just that one damned wig. It was a short curly jet black bob but the hair was straight and looked like plastic fibers. He hated it.

"Mylen.... Mylen.... Mylen.... Mylen.... Mylen," he called from her bed. She didn't wanna talk because he refused to go to her stuck-up sister's dinner party the previous night. He couldn't stand her fugly sister. Still, he'd fucked when he showed up to the apartment after the fact. Mylen was pissed, but she couldn't turn down the sex though she'd tried. He was too convincing. She was mad at him and herself now and punishing both.

She plopped the atrocity on over her fuzzy wig cap covered cornrows and adjusted the part to the side trying to gel down the stiff pieces she'd cut around the hairline. It didn't even look real, there was no scalp in the part. The hairline wasn't natural at all. He didn't know wigs, yet he knew it looked like she hadn't spent more than $2 for it.

"Baby, this the last time I'm a say change your hat. You look crazy."

"I'm not changing shit," she said dryly, adjusting and tugging the wig in the mirror as if it would magically sit right.

She KNEW it looked crazy. She wasn't dumb. What could she be seeing that he wasn't seeing? He looked back and forth between her and her reflection and couldn't figure that out. She was just being stubborn because she didn't wanna listen. She had anger issues like him and hated following orders, it was why she'd had so many jobs.

"You might as well wear a clown wig then. You'd look better than you do right now," he glared at her dark part. "You know if I ever did some shit like this you'd be on my ass."

"I don't know... what you're talking about," she muttered applying a thick coat of clear gloss to her heart shaped lips.

"Okay, you don't know what I'm talking about..," he shrugged watching her leave the bedroom. She was off to work. He shook his head watching her back as she left her apartment leaving him there without a kiss. All because she was mad. Whenever she got mad, she'd put on that stupid wig not caring how she looked but wanting to piss him off. She knew that wig was ugly. There were nice human hair wigs lined up on little white styrofoam heads in the room that he had to stare at all night whenever he came over, but she hadn't chosen one of them realistic ones. She went straight for that hideous thing knowing how much he hated whenever she wore it. It burned him up completely.

"She doing this shit on purpose," he mumbled. "Petty for no reason. All because you don't like being told what to do."

With no one in the apartment to listen to him complain, he washed up in her bathroom and threw on a fresh suit he'd purposely left there for times like this.

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The day went on with Erik carrying out his schedule. An early meeting, a seminar, lunch, a briefing, and a file's worth of paperwork. Mylen didn't call all day and he knew it was her pride stopping her because any other day she'd call him around lunch. She'd call just to say she missed him. She'd call and she'd use her small voice, all sweet and little. She wouldn't allow herself to succumb today. She'd rather suffer and stare at her phone wishing he'd call in her stubbornness. He knew she was waiting.

He didn't call her either. He let her sit with her stubbornness and that ugly ass wig until he left work and went home, freshening up and changing into something casual before heading to her apartment again. By the time he got there, she'd be ready to talk or at least have sex again.

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He unlocked her door letting himself in. He knew she was home and there she stood with an apple in her hand staring at him.

"Hey Mylen," he greeted, exaggerating his tone to see if she was still mad. She was. She bit into the apple and chewed staring at him before walking away into the kitchen.

"Mylen..," he called after her. "You gone talk to me one way or another. I have ways of making you talk."

"Hi Erik," she said flippantly.

"And drop the stank attitude, I let you take it far enough. You know I hate your sister. She hates me. You wanted us to fight because that's what would've happened since she can't control her mouth." Erik watched Mylee lean on the counter crunching on her apple. "Okay, act like you can't hear." She was back to ignoring him again, her crunching and smacking loud as if she could drown out his presence.

"Gimme this fuckin apple," he snapped snatching it from her hand and dropping it. "Tired of you ignoring me. This fuckin wig." He snatched it off of her head and she hissed.

"I had the comb in the front..," she growled rubbing at her scalp and removing the wig cap. "If you broke my hair strands, I'm chopping you in the throat."

"I'm a burn this shit," he snarled holding the wig in her face before tearing through the kitchen searching the drawers for a lighter. He found a blue BIC one and held it up to the wig.

"You send my wig into the ancestral plane, you leaving with it," she threatened with wild eyes, fierce as a tasmanian devil. He kissed his teeth and threw the wig at her face watching it ricochet to her chest and then to her hands.

"Fuck that wig," he growled snatching her waist into his grasp, digging his fingers into her skin when she tried to yank her body away.

"Fuck your hairline," she retorted struggling in vain.

"Shutcho ugly wig wearing ass up. I'm sick of you acting like a damn brat." He picked her up before she could get out another word and carried her into her bedroom, throwing her onto the bed and pulling at her clothes as she struggled, her stubbornness at its height. "Stop fuckin moving," he threatened putting the flame from the blue BIC in his hand down to the comforter. "If you feel like putting a fire out go ahead and keep struggling like I'm trying do something to you you don't want. You pissing me off. I will light a fire under ya ass."

She mean mugged him, her eyes narrowed but she stopped moving. "That's my girl.. You so damn mean.. Why you so mean?" He pecked her on the lips. "Hm?" A few more pecks and her eyes softened just a bit but it was enough for him to notice. "So stubborn," he pecked her with another kiss before moving to kiss on her jaw and her neck. This time he was able to get her clothes off and the most she did was huff and puff. He didn't care about that. She could do that until she turned purple if she wanted.

"You better be wet for me," he tipped his head peering into her eyes as he felt between her outer lips down toward the vagina. She was as he knew she'd be. She may have been angry, but she still couldn't turn down good dick. It didn't matter how much she mugged him. She was always ready. Even now. Pulling out his dick, he penetrated her watching her angry expression falter.

"Yeaaah," he dragged, "Stop acting like you don't like this dick." It never failed.

Soon the anger was completely removed from her face replaced by the expression that told him he was on her spot and to keep doing what he was doing. She grabbed his waist pulling his ass out of his sweats to grab and hold him closer.

"You want me to stop," he asked and she shook her head. "Words," he demanded. She only took his demands when she was horny and his dick was inside of her. That was when she became real agreeable.

"Don't stop, daddy.. please," she moaned gripping him as close to her body as possible.

"Trash that wig," he ordered, holding his dick and her orgasm hostage by pausing until she replied. She whined. This was the ransom yet she hesitated. "Trash. The. Wig." She tried to wiggle to feel him move but he held her still.

"I'll trash the wig, okay!... Fuck me," she whimpered and he continued to watch her face and her body, working her into her orgasm. Her attitude was gone.. for the next two hours and then she was mad again. Mad that she let him make her cum. Mad that she caved almost as soon as he'd gotten there.

When midnight came, she faced away to sleep and Erik rolled his eyes. He decided he knew his girl and the inner workings of her troubled mind and unbeknownst to her, he wasn't taking any chances.

2 AM he woke up and Mylen was fast asleep. Lifting silently, he snatched up that hideous wig and took it into the bathroom holding it over the toilet as he pissed all over it throwing it into her trash can. After washing his hands be felt better. He didn't care if she got mad about it. She was always mad. He slipped back into the bed and went to sleep.

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When he woke up the next morning Mylen had already left. He went to the bathroom to piss and the wig was gone. Where had it gone? Had she taken it to the trash shoot?

Something told him to call her.

"What," she snapped. "I'm on my way to work."

"Yeah I know. What wig you wearing."

She sent a pic of herself flipping off the camera with that same damn wig on and he wanted to choke her. He hung up. He was done trying. He had his own morning to prep for.

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It was about noon when Mylen called. She called the first time and Erik let it go to voicemail as he was typing at his computer, but then she texted him and called him and he answered.

"What?"

"I smell like straight up hot piss. What did you do to my wig!"

"I pissed on it. Anything else you need?"

"You're disgusting! I'm a piss all on your clothes when I get home," she threatened.

"And I'm a hold you down and piss on you, you irritating ass brat. Say I won't."

She couldn't because she knew he would.

"Don't come over tonight," she said.

"Nah, I'm coming over and we gonna fuck like we did last night and the night before. You said you wouldn't wear that wig and you lied now you smell like piss. Don't do stupid shit and we won't have a problem."

"I can't stand yo ass."

"Then have several seats," he said hanging up. She'd get over it.

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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You Sure?

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. For the lovely @unholyxcumbucket. Light SMUT. Hope you like it boo. Enjoy!

The sounds of the morning podcast played from the speaker. All their voices soothing though the volume was a bit low for the sake of just being background noise. The running water of the bathroom sink shut off as Erik wiped his face. He looked in the mirror at his appearance before leaving the spacious bathroom. Taking his usual morning spot at the edge of the bed to watch you dress.

You stood at the full length mirror that doubled as the closet door. Rubbing in lotion while only in your underwear. Erik appreciated the beauty you held, right down to that amazing personality. He sat back on his elbows as admired your backside. You bent over ass in the air and legs shoulder width apart as you moisturized your legs and backside.

"You like tempting a nigga, huh?" He smirked, trailing his gaze along your body for the twentieth time. Etching the details of your body into memory. "..knowing that I can't really get a taste like I want to. Like I won't bend you over that vanity and put in work."

You chuckled, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. His legs wide as he sat back relaxed, half naked and only in his underwear. Bulge calling to you. "I could say the same about you.." Turning to him, you smirked. "Walking around in those briefs like I won't snatch yo soul before I gotta leave. Keep playing wit yo fine ass.."

His own words used against him.

He chuckled at the last line, knowing just how capable you were of having him whimpering your name. That mouth of yours was smart as hell, but just as dangerous when it came to using it. Sitting up from his relaxed position, he brushed a hand over his awakening length. "You need to let me snatch yours. Ion mind getting my beard wet.." He confessed, looking at the softness of your thighs. Your underwear was hugging your ass and he'd gotten himself worked up.

You grinned, taking slow steps towards him as you strutted. Swaying your hips with your steps. "I'm starting to believe you're addicted.." You stood before him, reaching a hand out to massage his beard. He growled at the soothing feeling of your nails against his skin. Tilting his face up, you leaned forward to capture his lips.

He hummed in the kiss, cursing when your lips left his to trail kisses down his neck. You gave his skin wet kisses, very aware of his dick stiffening from the contact. "Shit, I am.." He breathed out, as you focused on his sweet spot. Kissing and sucking to create a love mark. When his fingers touched your bare thighs, you stopped your teasing.

Licking your lips, you stepped back with deep breath. Controlling yourself. "Oh my damn." You fanned yourself, looking away from him. "Lemme get ready for work before I be throwing it back on you.." You chuckled, watching as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Hold on, hold on. C'mere, thickems.." He caught your hand, pulling you back to him. You wore a small smile as he smirked. His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs. Up and down in a slow yet sensual pace. "Have I ever told you how fuckin beautiful you are?" His dark orbs held your gaze as he spoke.

"Yes. You have.." You grinned, looking down at him as he pressed kisses against your soft stomach. Then your thighs. "..but I wouldn't mind hearing it again." Those full lips of yours spread into a teasing smile. He chuckled, looking up at you. Palming your backside as he told you how beautiful you looked.

He rubbed over the back of your thighs and your butt, smacking occasionally as he teased you. "Can you do me a favor, baby girl?" You hummed, awaiting the favor. Ready to do anything he asked and more. "You wanna sit on this dick? Let me fill up this pussy?" You hand slipped into his underwear as he spoke, freeing him with ease because of his lack of clothes. "You'n even gotta ride, I just wanna feel you hugging me."

"You just want me to sit?" You raised an eyebrow, stroking him slowly. A firm grip as you twisted inward with each upward stroke. He growled, confirming what he wanted before asking 'can you do that for daddy?'. You smiled, licking your lips as you released him. "I can do that for you, daddy."

Stepping back once again, you shimmer out of your panties. Dropping them to the soft rug beneath your bare feet. Erik chuckled as you mimicked a little sexy dance, swaying your hips slowly as you moved your shoulders. His smirk was glued on as your straddled him, him asking 'tell me you love me'.

You grinned at his cuteness. "I love you, N'Jadaka." He hummed, mumbling 'you betta, fine ass' before he reciprocated the term of endearment. You bent forward, holding his erect thickness in place. Meeting his gaze, you rocked your hips over his tip to stimulate your clit and lubricate him.

"Take it slow for me.." He mumbled as you eased onto his lubricated tip. His hands found your hips as you slowly sank onto him, feeling the slow stretch of fullness. "Fuckk. There you go, baby.." Your warmth engulfed him and he welcomed the hug you gave. His fingertips brushed up along your side when you bottomed out.

Your head had fallen back, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you both became one. The brightness of your nails contrasted against his brown skin, and he took your left hand into his right. Pressing a kiss to that extravagant engagement ring that adorned your third finger. "Eyes on me, baby.." You hummed softly as you obeyed. Giving him a lustful look as you did so.

His hands were on your round backside once again, massaging the fluffiness. You did one slow rise and fall of your hips. Watching as he licked his lips. "You feel so good.." Draping your arms over his shoulders, you loosely hugged his neck. Your lips ghosted his ear as you spoke softly, nails grazing her nape of his neck.

He shuddered beneath you as you ran the flat of your tongue up the side of his neck. Your lips ending the trail with a kiss. "You sure we don't have enough time to play a little?"

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thehomierobbstark · 6 years

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Slow Ride

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: @eriknutinthispoosy would not leave me alooonneeeeeeee (love u girl lmfaooo)

Warnings: I wanna try something new with my fics where I put the warnings at the bottom so that if you wanna read the story and be surprised with the outcome you can. I’ll never put dubcon/rapeplay or any other fics of that nature with warnings at the bottom just because I want to be very upfront about that should I ever start writing those type of fics. But if you wid it wid it, peep the warnings at the bottom if you wanna know, or wait until after if you don’t.

A/N: This is...???? Idrfk what this is 😂😂 but its not good, just a quick little shit I put together last night and part of today. I dunno thats all I got, enjoy I hope?

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Daddyyyyyyyy,” Ashleigh whined from her spot on the counter top, swinging her short legs back and forth while she watched Erik cook breakfast over the stove. He looked so fucking good in his black wife beater and grey basketball shorts, the keloid scars peppering his arms and back out on display. His dreads were up in a messy pineapple on top of his head, the only accessory other than the Diamond Cuban Link chain that hugged his thick neck being those damned gold rimmed glasses perched on top of his nose.

Wasn’t no damn reason for him to be wearing them in the house like that on this Sunday afternoon, but he loved being extra for no reason, and dammit she couldn’t deny how fine they looked on his ass.

And they weren’t even prescription! Which made her even more mad considering the fact that her blind ass owned two pair, one for night driving and one for reading, and she didn’t look nearly as good as that whenever she had to wear them 🙄.

Erik whisked away at the eggs in the bowl, adding in garlic and onion powder before pouring it into the hot skillet, adding a pinch of salt and pepper while he let it cook. It was hypnotic watching him work, the muscles in his back rolling and glistening under the soft sunlight that peeked through the balcony window into the kitchen.

The sound of the bacon grease popping away at the egg mixture filled the room, and Erik turned the fire down low before placing the bowl and whisk into the sink and turning to finally give his baby girl some attention.

They’d both enjoyed a lazy morning, sleeping in til 11 and lounging around in bed for an hour or so while they smoked a couple blunts, letting the Pineapple Express and Hindu Kush cloud up their bedroom to create a comfy haze.

It wasn’t until Ashe’s stomach started growling that Erik decided to finally get up and make breakfast, hoping to fiend off the hangry monster that would no doubt rear its ugly head soon if he left her stoned and starving any longer than necessary. She was usually a sweet little princess, well, mostly, but hell hath no fury like a ravenous little brat like Ashleigh.

He thought making her favorite breakfast might help to keep the demoness at bay, but unfortunately for Erik, she had other plans.

“What you want on your omelette baby,” he asks her, nodding over to the bowls filled with various meats and vegetables for her to choose from.

She ignored his question, going straight in for the kill.

“When you gonna let me ride your face Daddy?” she gnaws at her lip, batting her eyelashes innocently while she scans over his face. “Your beard would look so sexy covered in my cum, don’t you think?”

Erik opens his mouth to respond, but drops his head with a smile and just laughs when nothing comes out, not at all expecting her outburst. Surprisingly, of all the kinky fuckery they’d both engaged in in their last 6 months together, face riding had not been one of them.

Now, he never needed an excuse to eat her like Sunday Dinner, but he also never heard her talk or act this filthy before. And on the Lords day of all days?

He wanted more. Had he known this was the kind of fiend that could be unleashed with a little Sativa and Indica, he’d have been blowing her back out during smoke sessions a long time ago.

“Unless you want burnt egg, I suggest you tell me what you want inside your omelette lil girl.” He crosses his arms over his chest in a faux show of seriousness, an eyebrow cocked while he stares her down. If she wanted to suffocate him between those big juicy thighs of hers, a beautiful way to go by the way, she was gonna have to work that mouth a little bit harder for him.

Again, Ashleigh steamrolls right over his words, not realizing he’d already peeped her game and was playing with her. That was the one thing she always forgot about when she was high as shit; she was unaware as fuck and it always took her a second to figure it out.

“Can I get you inside of me instead? Or, more specifically, your tongue inside this pussy?” She smiles devilishly, fingering the hem of his overlarge muscle tee she was wearing before spreading her legs wide to expose herself.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, which was typical considering she never slept in any, but what he wasn’t expecting was for her to already be so wet for him.

“Damn girl, how long you been like this?” Erik asks her, hissing at they way her pretty pussy glistened on top of the counter top, putting him in a trance. He absentmindedly reached down to his shorts to pad himself through the material, forgetting about the game as he zeroed in on his breakfast.

“All morning, Daddy.” She purred, snapping her legs closed as soon as she saw him getting too interested. She finally caught up.

“But… you look busy. So I’ll let you finish.” Hopping down off the counter with a sigh, she saunters away from him, heading into the living room toward the couch.

“All veggies and no sausage for mine.” she tosses her order over her shoulder at him, voice laced with boredom now that the chase seemed to be over.

Erik kissed his teeth, flipping off the stove before following her and looming over her splayed out form on the loveseat.

“So you just gon dangle my meal right in front of me and then leave?” He asks her, reaching one hand behind his back to whip his shirt over his head, already getting ready.

“Whatchu mean? Your meal is in there on the stove, you better go get it.” She half heartedly points back in the direction he came from with the remote in her hand before aiming it at the TV to turn it on.

“Come on and quit playin. You wanted your pussy ate and here I am, now get up off this couch ma.” He moves to grip her legs but she takes one and places her foot on his hard chest, holding him back from her.

“Nah,” she dismisses him, a realization starting to form somewhere under the curly mess atop her head.

“I shouldn’t have to beg you to let me ride your face Erik,” she states, her words riddled with attitude. She was faking it, but the cute little pout plastered on her face made it sound damn convincing.

“Matter fact,” she removes her leg, her boldness coming back full force. “You should be begging me.”

The next few moments are tense as the two stare each other down, neither willing to give in to the others demands. Pussy was on the menu, and pussy was definitely going to be eaten, but the question of who would be begging who for it remained unanswered.

Erik steps forward, bending low to get eye level with his baby girl before snatching up her jaw in one quick motion.

“You gon keep runnin that nasty ass mouth of yours?” He baits her, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“Always.” Her lips spread wide, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

He returns the smile with equal enthusiasm, dropping his hand around her throat to sit down on the floor. “Then come ride Daddy’s face babygirl.”

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Warnings: Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Face Riding, Bratty!sub, Pre-Smut

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years

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Naked Cuddles

Pairing: Poly!Erik x Black OC

Word Count: 1,200

Premise: After being away from home for a month, Bastion just wants some loving that only Daddy can give..

A/N: This was written for my baby love @bastioncarterstevens-udaku because she’s a precious lamb & I like her most of the time.

After a 6 hour flight, 5 model breakdowns, 4 tiresome weeks, 3 stressful runway shows, 2 major design releases, and 1 career changing photoshoot, Bastion Stevens-Udaku was finally back to her Westcoast home. She’d been in New York City collaborating with Jeremy Scott for her Bastion 2018 fashion line and working with Donatella Versace for a photoshoot dedicated to her and the rest of the Stevens-Udaku klan. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement.

When she crossed the threshold of the condo, she was met with the sight of her partners in crime, Aly’Sha and Hennessy. Hennessy was seated at the kitchen table going over what looked to be formulas while Aly’Sha sat on the couch engaged in a heated game of Mafia III.

“Wassup bitches,” she called out, making her way down the hall.

“Wassup, lil nigga,” Aly’Sha called over her shoulder, not wanting to break her focus from the game. Hennessy only hummed in greeting, too preoccupied with the work in front of her. Bastion walked over to each woman, hugging them as much as either of them would allow before turning her attention to the object of her affection.

“Where’s—”

Before she could finish her question, both women pointed toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. Damn, am I really that thirsty? She asked herself before turning to walk down the hall.

“Yes,” both women replied in unison. What could they say, they knew her a little better than she knew herself sometimes.

She stopped just outside his bedroom before peeking her head inside.

“Hiiiii,” her small voice called out from the doorway. He chuckled in response before holding his arms out to her. She was the smallest, brattiest, and most annoying of the klan, but she was also the most affectionate, and he loved that the most. When he was having a bad day, he knew that he could curl up to her like the big cat that he is and stay wrapped in her embrace for as long as he pleased.

“Hey babygirl,” he responded when she finally reached him. She positioned herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I missed you Daddy Boo,” she stated as she cuddled deep into his neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was New York?”

“Long, tiresome, and necessary! The Bastion Collection will be Jeremy’s biggest release to date and the photos with Donatella turned out beautifully, I just hate that you guys had to leave so soon.”

“I know babygirl, but Henny and I had some stuff to take care of here that couldn’t wait,” he replied, rubbing small circles in her back. These were the moments she craved the most, his softness and overall affection. Unfortunately for her, she was a spoiled brat that only seemed to react in the key of temper tantrum whenever things didn’t go her way.

“So like, what are you doing for the rest of the night?” she asked in her most innocent voice.

“Why? You need something?” he asked teasingly. He knew how long it had been since they’d spent time with one another and that her little bratty ass was more than a little touch starved.

“Well, yeah… I thought that maybe I could sleep in here tonight.. Or the rest of the week.. Haven’t made my mind up yet,” she said with a smile. He laughed, cradling her in his arms. He positioned himself to sit against the headboard while she straddled his lap.

“Take your shirt off, I want to feel the texture,” she stated, looking at him like a lioness stalking her prey. He happily obliged, without hesitation. That was something that all of his wives had in common; they all loved the way his scars felt against their skin and he didn’t mind endulging.

She cuddled deep into his arms, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his scent. She lifted her head briefly to look into his warm onyx eyes.

“Damn nigga, who told you to be this fine? Like I’m not understanding.”

His hearty laugh made his chest shake beneath her head. Satisfied with his reaction, she continued.

“It honestly makes me mad. Like you don’t need to be this fine, sir.” He only shrugged in response, still laughing at her antics. He placed a finger under her chin, pulling her face up into a chaste kiss that she instantly melted into. His calloused hands gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting it collect at her hips.

“I thought we were cuddling Daddy Boo,” she stated, feeling the heat in her Nani rising.

“We can still cuddle without clothes,” he replied, peppering her neck with soft kisses.

She relented easily, after all, it had been a month since she’d felt his touch. Her tiny hands caressed his broad arms and shoulders, tracing the intricate scaring she loved so much. Their lips found one another again as he maneuvered her to lie on her back. He kisses a slow trail from her throat to her breasts, and then down her stomach to her aching Nani. She whined in need as he nipped at the insides of her thighs, knowing how much she hated to be teased.

“You missed Daddy, Princess?” he asked, still teasing her inner thighs with light nips and kisses.

“Yes Daddy,” she responded breathlessly, attempting to push herself onto his face to speed this process along. His rough hands on her hips stopped her movements.

“Whatchu running, Princess? Did you forget who I was?” his voice had reduced to the deep gravel that made her sugar walls quake.

“N-no Daddy,” she whimpered, as his thick tongue finally made contact with her dripping core. He licked and slurped like he’d been dehydrated for days. His expert tongue poked and prodded her center like he was digging for treasure and her throbbing nub was the x that marked the spot. Her tiny fingers secured his dreads in a tight vice grip as he continued to lap up her sweet nectar. Her juices tasted as though they flowed directly from the Ancestral Plane; she was a literal goddess on earth. When he looked up to see her coming undone from his ministrations, he was edged to continue. He slipped two fingers into her slickness, pumping slowly. Her hips slowly rolled against him, anxiously chasing her release.

“Look at you, whimpering and shit. I see you’ve found your place in this relationship. What’s your name, baby?” he purred into her center.

“Nasty Bitch,” she whined, still grinding herself on his thick fingers.

“You Daddy’s Little Nasty Bitch, Bastion?”

Her screams reverberated off the walls as her orgasm washed over her. Her body quaked with aftershock as he cleaned her up and pulled her into his arms.

“What about you Daddy Boo?” she asked sleepily into his chest.

“I’m good babygirl, get your rest. You’re gonna need it for the rest of the week.”

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blackpantherismyish · 6 years

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Walls (3)

Playhouse

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s): NSFW, just nasty...

Listen to: PlayHouse By Trey Songz

A/N: Dedicated to @vanitykocaine

Song lyrics = Bold

Dialogue = Italics

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The next few weeks between Vanity and Erik were filled with sporadic meetings and late night conversations. It's like Vanity couldn't function without Erik. And it seems neither could Erik. On more than one occasion, Erik called her at 2 o'clock in the morning. The time she would get off work and they would talk until either of them fell asleep on the phone. Most of the time, that one being Erik. With these visits and conversations Vanity feened for something she had yet to get from Erik. If you get the drift. Sitting on loveseat in her living room, she read through the messages her and Erik had exchanged.

Erik🤤😈: When you gonna let me slide through to yo crib?

VMonaé🥃😍: When I feel like it.

Well it seemed like tonight was the moment of truth.

Baby when ya lonely

U can find me in ya call log

Tell me that ya horny I'll kindly come

Over and get things popped off

Vanity finger hovered over the call button while she took in a deep breathe. Mentally preparing herself, she finally pressed the button. Putting the phone up to her ear, it rang twice before Erik picked up.

“Hey Babygirl.”

“Hey Erik… You busy?” Vanity played with the hem of the black lace boyshorts she wore under the damn near see through tanktop. She wasn't too fond of pants.

“Nah, why? You need something, lil mama?” Erik sat his gold rimmed glasses down next to him while he pinned his hair up on the top of his head. If he was a fruit, he'd be a fineapple.

“Yeah. I need you to come through.” Vanity giggled softly.

“Oh? Bet. What's your address?” Erik stood up from his office chair and grabbed a shirt from his dresser.

Vanity told him her address and they hung up. Getting up from her couch, Vanity walked into her kitchen and grabbed two of her favorite drinks. Hennessy and Apple Juice. They made an excellent concoction when put together. Mixing the drink in her cup, she sat back on the couch and waited for Erik to arrive. After about 25 minutes, there a knock on Vanity's door. Getting up, while still holding her cup, she walked over and opened the door. Erik stood at her door in a blue tanktop and some loose fitting basketball shorts. Biting her lip, Vanity moved out of the way to allow him to walk in. Looking around and sniffing, Erik surveyed her body as she closed the front door.

“You got Henny, don't you?” Erik watched Vanity walk over to him.

“Yeah. How did you know?” She craned her neck to look up at his face.

“I drink it all the time.” Erik took the cup from her hand and took a huge gulp nearly downing the rest on the cups contents.

“Nigga… I know you didn't just… you know what. “ Vanity laughed shaking her head. She was starting to feel her buzz. Erik laughed along with her, finishing the cup.

“I did. And you gonna be okay with that shit.” Erik leaned against the back of the couch and let his eyes follow Vanity's body into the kitchen.

“Whatever. I know it's late, but you hungry?” Vanity searched through the cabinets that were within her reach. She really didn't feel like getting her stool at the moment.

“Yeah, but I ain't hungry for food lil mama.” Erik voice had dropped to a rumble that reverberated against the walls. Which walls you say? Well…

Get into ya favorite game we call it 4play

I wanna kiss up on ya neck i'll do it slowly

You know...u can get it whenever babe

The bedrooms the playground babe

Call me so we can play...house

“Huh?” was all Vanity could say as she turned around and bumped into Erik's sculpted chest. Grabbing her chin, he made her eyes meet his.

“You heard me. I've been watching yo body since I got here. You know what I'm tryna eat.” Erik's callused hands made their way to her throat and wrapped around it.

“O-okay Er-" Erik hand squeezed around her throat.

“It's Daddy until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” Erik raised an eyebrow, causing Vanity to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

“Yes Daddy.” Vanity stared up at him in awe. She had never been handled like this before and she was extremely turned on and surprised that she was enjoying this. Letting her throat go, they made their way back to the living room. Once they got around the couch, Erik noticed the Henny bottle on the table and picked it up. He spun the top off and took a swig from it, letting the excess drip down his chin.

“Ever had Henny drank off you?” Erik twirled the cap between his fingers as Vanity sat down on the loveseat.

“N-no. But I've always wanted to try.” Her emerald eyes peeked through naturally long lashes and Erik slowly dropped to his knees.

“Panties off.” He took another swing from the bottle and sat it on the floor next to him. His fingers found the hem of his shirt while Vanity's fingers shimmied down her panties. Pulling Vanity to the edge of the couch and propping her legs on his broad shoulders, he picked up the bottle and let his lips ghost against her clit. Tilting the bottle and letting the brown liquor dribble down her body, Erik's lip latched onto her clit and sucked the liquor off her body.

“O-oh fuck…” Vanity rubbed her hands down her body and grabbed onto Erik's head.

Erik's thick tongue slid up and down her wet folds while he poured more of the liquor down her body, sucking her clean in the process. Just as Vanity was reaching her peak, her phone buzzed on the couch.

“F-fuck.” She reached over and picked it up to read the screen. Putting the bottle behind him, Erik swirled his tongue around her clit before looking up at her.

“Who is it?” Erik voice sent shivered up her spine as she stared at the phone.

“You better answer Daddy.” Erik's hand smacked the bare skin of her ass which in turn made her buck her hips.

“I-it's my boyfriend Daddy.” Vanity peered down at Erik who had lifted his head. With an eyebrow raised, he smirked.

“Answer it.” Erik grunted diving back between her plentiful thighs. Swiping her shaking finger against the screen to answer the facetime call.

“Hey baby.” Beamed her year long boyfriend Justin. He had been gone for a while and they tended to call each other when he wasn't busy.

“H-hey babe. How a-are you?” Vanity bit her lip, gripping onto Erik's dreads as he slurped and sucked on her clit while toying with her opening with his middle finger.

“I'm wonderful.” Justin raised an eyebrow, he could see that Vanity was flustered, like she had run a marathon. “You okay Van?”

Attempting to gain most of her composure, she nodded.

“Yeah. Just came from a late night gym run.” And she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Oh okay.. Well I'll let you get some rest. You go hard in the gym so you're probably tired as fuck right.” Justin chuckled.

“Yeah baby. I'll talk to you later. Love you.” Vanity smiled.

“Love you too, By-" Before he could finish, her finger slammed into the end call button.

“F-fuck!” Erik slammed his finger into her love cave and she shook violently.

“So why didn't you tell Daddy you had a boyfriend baby girl?” Erik stood to his feet, laying Vanity down on her back.

Baby it feels like heaven

Feels like breakfast on sunday morning

It feels right oooooh girl

I love makin yo love come down

We make those love sounds...we can do it

“I-I'm sorry Daddy. I w-was going to…” Vanity scanned Erik's body as he slid down his shorts and his boxers while climbing between her legs.

“I'm going to show you what happens when you don't tell Daddy things.” Erik grabbed the base of his fully hard dick and teased her swollen clit with his tip.

“D-daddy pl-" Vanity voice became caught in her throat as Erik pushed his dick into her without much of a word.

“Damn girl.. This lil pussy tight as fuck..” Erik began to surge his hips in and out of Vanity at a quick pace. Her juices coating him with the quickness. Vanity's fingers gripped onto Erik's keloid covered biceps, the keloids she had only learned about just days earlier.

“F-fuck, you're so big…” Vanity stared up at Erik, his face twisted with pleasure as he pounded into her with ease.

“I bet yo nigga can't fuck you like this, can he?” Erik drilled into you quickly. Her wetness coating her thighs and Erik's pelvic muscles.

“N-no Daddy he doesn't.” Vanity threw her head back and whined her hips against Erik's.

“Your pussy don't grip him like this does it?” Erik rocked himself into Vanity, causing the couch to rock with him. Erik reached up and grabbed her throat. With Erik deep inside of her and his hand around her throat, she couldn't really form sentences so she nodded.

“Use your words, lil girl.” Erik growled, leaning his face down to hers and staring into green eyes that were hooded with lust.

“N-no.” She whispered.

“No what?” Erik smacked her ass.

“NO DADDY!” She screamed arching her back off the couch.

Erik growled as her pussy tightened around his dick, she was close and so was he. Pinning her hips down with his free hand, Erik slammed into her gspot and her legs began to shake vigorously.

“You gonna cum on this dick? That pretty pussy gonna cum on this dick?” Vanity nodded frantically and bit her lip to hold back on a moan.

“You better cum then cause I'm right behind you.” Erik grunted, pressing her legs to her chest and pounding his hips into Vanity's. Crying out, she came undone under him, Erik followed suit. He panted, pulling himself out and watching his cum drip down Vanity's thigh and the tip of his dick.

Its dat role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

[Break it down 4 daddy]

We can play house girl

Role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

Her legs shook as she looked up at Erik, his lips twisted in a wicked smirk while he stared back down at her.

“I hope you know we ain't finished, lil girl.” Erik sat back and pulled Vanity on his lap cause her to gasp.

“O-oh god…” Vanity whimpered, glancing down at Erik's lap and back up at him.

“Don't call on him… He can't save you now…”

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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CoCo Saves the Day

A/N: I wrote this for @brianabreeze. She wanted to know how CoCo would react to Chadwick’s ash at any point. This is what my mind came up with. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Language. Dassit.

Chadwick Boseman x Black wife!Reader

Idle chatter filled the large suite at the Mandarin Oriental in New York, slowing to an indistinguishable murmur as you scrolled through your phone. Every once in a while you’d look up to answer a question or glance at your husband while he prepared for the Met Gala.

Though you couldn’t attend because of prior obligations with other WNBA Executives within the New York Liberty front office, you made sure to carve out time to see your man off on his big night.

“Is that glitter in your beard, babe?” You questioned, turning your body around on the couch to get a good look at Chadwick. He was freshly groomed and looking like a whole meal as he stood near the large windows overlooking the city.

He gave you a cocky smirk while walking over to provide you a better look at his face. “You like it?”

“I wanna see if it’s transfer proof. You think it’ll get all over my thighs? Let’s try it out.”

You gently tugged on his beard to bring his face closer and licked his bottom lip, earning a needy groan for your antics.

“Or you can not and say you did!” Both of you snapped your eyes to look at Saisha, his trusted groomer, who stood with a horrified look her eyes. “I’m still here. Both of us are!”

She exaggeratedly motioned to Ashley who was silently chuckling and laying out potential footwear for the night. “I’m used to it. Just wait until he finally gets dressed. That’s when the real show starts.”

“I just wanna make sure my man knows he’s the shit at all times.” You defended before taking a moment to kiss Chadwick’s nose. “You the shit, Aaron.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Okay, enough you two! It’s time to get dressed, Chad. We only have about 30 minutes before you need to be in the car and on the way to the Met.”

Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from you to follow Ashley into the other room to get completely dressed. The theme for this year’s gala, at least from what you gathered from Chadwick’s brief explanation, focused heavily on the Catholic church and religious imagery.

You’d attempted to trick Chad into revealing something about his outfit but, he’d only give you a smug smile before uttering some variation of ‘you’ll see.’ You thought you were excited before but now, as you listen to your husband’s muffled sounds of approval on the other side of the bedroom door, you were sure you could fly to the moon with all of the excitement you were holding.

“C’mon, Aaron! Let me seeeee!” You whined like an impatient child.

“You sure you ready, CoCo. I mean, I look damn good right now.”

“Get out here and stunt for me, Daddy!”

Your internal anticipation outwardly manifested itself in the form of a restless wiggle while you waited for him to open the door and do the big reveal. After what seemed like forever, the door swung open to reveal what you could only describe as the true image of beauty.

Starting from the top of his head, you took in the way his thick, dark coils and coarse beard glinted in the setting sun making him look almost celestial. His broad shoulders and long arms were draped in an extravagant cape that would rival anything the great James Brown could come up with as an on stage ensemble. The ornate gold crosses that adorned the front and back of the cape served as the perfect addition to the sparkling above his shoulders and introduced the opulent gilded gold design on his ivory pants. The snug fit at the crotch of his pants was not lost on you as you bit your lips at the beautifully sinful images of the unclothed version of his member filled your brain.

Traveling to his shoes, you took a pause to examine the break between the hem of his pants and the beginning of his Louboutin loafers.

“Are you wearing...hosiery?” You asked, walking over to him to get a better look.

“What? Like stockings?” His eyes followed yours, examining the sliver of exposed skin on his ankle.

“He’s not wearing stockings. At least I didn’t give them to him if he is. Do you need to tell me something, Chad?” Ashley cheekily inquired.

“I don’t know what the hell you talking about, CoCo. I’m not wearing pantyhose.”

Crouching at his feet, you were finally granted the answer to your question. He was right, he was not wearing pantyhose. He was sporting something much worse.

“Nigga, why are you this ashy?”

Saisha aubily choked on her green tea as she tried to swallow her laughter. Ashley quickly turned her head to avoid Chadwick’s unamused gaze. Finally, he lifted his leg to get a glimpse of what you interpreted as ash.

“Am I really ashy? It’s not that bad is it?”

“Baby, I thought you had on stockings. Yes, it’s that bad. Let me see your hands!” Securing a firm hold on his wrists, you were greeted with more of the same. A soft grey cast sat buried between a few of his fingers, drawing sharp contrast to the shining gold rings. “Boy, come here!”

Without loosening your hold, you tugged him toward the couch to sit him down while you rummaged through your carry on bag. A brief sigh of satisfaction left your lips when you located the shea butter you’d purchased hours prior to arriving at the hotel.

Scooping a modest amount from the plastic tub with the smooth part of your acrylic nail, you placed the butter in the center of your hand, rubbing it between your palms to melt the product into a smooth cream capable of being spread across his dry skin.

“You will not be out here ashy on the carpet! Not as long as you’re my man. This doesn’t make any sense!”

You grumbled other disappointed statements but he couldn’t hear them while he watched you take care of him. How could he not admire the way your soft hands rubbed at his skin to ensure that he was adequately moisturized? Any other woman would’ve have overlooked such a minute detail but, you never skipped a beat. As far as you were concerned, the way he stepped out of the house was a reflection of you and vice versa. If he wasn’t going to lotion up for his own good, he’d at least do it for you.

Putting the finishing touches on his left ankle, you smiled down at your work. “Now, you’re ready to go.”

“Thank you, baby. What would I do without you?” He placed a sweet kiss your temple and then your lips before pulling away to stand.

“You would get your ass roasted on Twitter tonight, that’s what. Hell you thought you was goin’ with them ashy ass ankles?”

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 2

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1

Issa stands in front of the mirror. Her hair still fresh and moisturized, skin glowing, outfit popping (as much as it can for business). She takes a deep breath to commence her final touches.

Listen here, sweetie, ain’t nobody got time for this.

You either gonna be down, or you can walk, sis.

Bald head, bad ass bitches don’t phase me.

They don’t know nothin bout this Westside, we brazy!

Don’t be expecting no rose petals for ya feet.

Soothe your sole with this heat and hard ass concrete.

But once this meeting done, don’t run off, thinkin we through.

I’m tryna see, daddy, what the fuck up with you?

Call me Hogwarts Express, cuz I need 9 ¾

Your cousin too, my pussy been on Hoarders.

“Issa!! If you don’t bring your ass on!” Molly calls out from the living room. Issa snaps out of her rap, cursing under her breath.

“Shit, why you so damn loud!” Issa takes out her lippie stick, applying a subtle nude color to her lips.

“Bitch, I heard your whole damn concert in there. Quit wastin’ time. This baddie turns back into a potato with a quickness.” Molly polishes off her pregame drink and digs through her purse for her compact.

“Aight, granny. How I look?” Issa does a spin. Navy blazer, hip hugging pencil skirt, with a white crop top that covers her midsection just enough.

Molly leans back, giving a look of surprised approval. “Mk! I see you! Perfect business to play outfit. Cuz that blazer can come off, roll that crop top up a little, and pull that skirt down a touch, and you clubbin!”

Issa sticks her hip out, pointing to Molly, “You know it, bitch! Aight, let me pour a drink and we can be out.”

Molly looks at her phone, waving Issa down, “Uh uh, we ain’t got the time, come on. Kellie waiting for us.”

“Wait, what? Why is Kellie there?” Issa asks.

“She down there for happy hour with her co-workers, so she glad we can water down the whiteness around her.” Molly says as she opens the front door.

Making their way to the bar, Issa gets a text from Frieda. “Ok, Molly, I’ll see you in a bit. Frieda already has a table with the guys.”

Molly nods, “Ok. I’ll hang with Kellie then you just give me the cue for me to stumble on y’all with the ‘Oh my God! I didn’t know you’d be here!’ shit.” She says with the emphasis of a hair flip.

Issa sucks her teeth, “Girl calm yourself down. I got you.”

Issa sees Frieda with T’Challa and Erik, waving excitedly, “Hey Issa! You made it!”

T’Challa stands up, still wearing his trademark long coats with embellishments. “Thank you for coming. You look lovely.”

Issa smiles a little too goofily, “No, you look really great. They have a coat check, you know where we came in at?”

Erik laughs into his drink, “I told yo ass you overdressed. Wassup Is?” He leans back, flashing his golds, chain gleaming.

Issa sits down. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

T’Challa waves his hands, “You don’t have to apologize. I know you meant well. I have not caught up with American fashion outside of jeans and hoodies yet.”

Erik chimes in, “And you just askin for a stop and frisk with that one, cuz.”

“We actually had a talk on police involvement with minorities in the community.” Frieda says smiling.

Erik turns to her glaring, “And how’d that work out for ya?”

Frieda smirks tucking a hair behind her ear, “I say it went pretty good. The dialogue got a little rowdy but I feel like the police chief really heard our concerns and-”

“‘Our’? Oh, they your concerns too, Farrah?” Erik asks. T’Challa places a hand on Erik’s shoulder to signal him to ease up.

Issa continues to clean up Frieda’s words, “She means the concerns of We Got Y’all as a program that helps minorities in a majority of the time. And though the talk was thought provoking and engaging, it still has yet to be seen where police reform has begun. A kid just got arrested last week. A guy got shot before that and was charged for assaulting the officer when his camera so happened to be off; and the cop was never charged. So…”

Erik nods, waving down a bartender. “That’s real. Whatchu drinkin, need to lighten your mood up.”

T’Challa looks at Erik sideways, “Issa is talking about things that you never stop talking about. What is the problem with that?”

“Listen, are we trying to promote police reform or teach these kids to read and give em some food? Like, we hella left right now.” Erik says tossing his toothpick.

Frieda nods, “Erik is right. That is why I brought some samples of our programs brochures listing our services to keep us on track and you all can add or ask about what is there!” The waiter comes over to get a drink orders for the table.

Over at the bar Molly is sipping, waiting for Kellie to break from her crowd and join her.

“Can I get beer please, whatever is on tap is fine.” A deep voice orders beside her.

Molly looks up and sees a tall, thick, chocolate shake towering at the bar. She looks away, eyes bucking with excitement as she smooths her hair and sits up a little straighter and turning her body towards him a little and accidentally bumping his leg.

“Oh, sorry about that.” Molly looks at him expectantly.

He looks down at his leg and back at Molly, “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Molly twists in her seat smirking, “None at all. No harm in hearing that voice speak again either.”

He nods looking smug, “Ahh, you are good, I see you.”

Molly offers a hand, “Good to be seen. I’m Molly.”

“I am M’Baku.” His hand envelopes hers completely.

She shivers at the thought of them gripping her up but keeps it cute. “Ohhh, you are M’Baku! My friend Issa is supposed to be meeting two guys here for work. They mentioned you.”

M’Baku’s beer arrives and he sits down. “Right. I was drug along to just experience some of the town more than for business. Though I support T’Challa’s cause.”

Molly nods to seem intrigued, “Yeah, of course. And Issa is lucky to be working with an international monarch such as himself to help the community here. It’s crazy.”

M’Baku chuckles to himself. “A monarch, like he is the only one.”

Molly furrows her brow. “Well, he is King of, what is it, Wakanda right?”

M’Baku sips his drink breathing deeply in thought. “Technically yes. It just takes some getting used to since he is so new to it. He has a lot to learn, and I think I have something to do with that.”

“Are you one of his secondhand men? I don’t know what you would call it, but you help him?” Molly plays with her drink.

M’Baku clears his throat, putting more bass in his tone, “Second to no one,I lead my own people and represent them in order for Wakanda to keep some humanity within itself for its diverse tribal set. It can get lost on them that we are not all the same, thinking the same.”

Molly warms up to M’Baku’s critical thinking, “That is a good point. Wow, you are so-”

“GIRL! Those white folks would NOT let me GO! Being the only Black always makes you the life of the party and shit I’m tired.”

Molly looks to her other side to see Kellie ordering from the bartender. “They wear you out, Kels?”

“Somehow I am more tired from boredom than I ever been having fun. What gives with that?” Kellie’s drink comes through and she downs it. M’Baku sits up, leaning to look over at Kellie. “How are you this evening, Miss?”

Molly clears her throat, “Oh, Kellie, this is M’Baku. He is one of Issa’s work associates colleagues.”

Kellie pauses giving M’Baku the once over, “Where you from, sounding like the leader of a free world I want to move to?”

M’Baku flashes a smile bigger than Molly has seen yet. “I am from Wakanda. Have you heard of it?”

Kellie screws her face up shaking her head, “Mm-mm. I ain’t ready for the Motherland yet. I can’t handle them many marriage proposals at once. I know y’all like ya women plump to pump.”

Molly’s eyes widen as she turns to Kellie embarrassed. “Kellie?? What the fuck. Stop throwing around stereotypes like that!” Molly turns to apologize to MBaku but he is gone. Looking back to Kellie, she sees he is next to her now.

“Stereotypes aside, you are not far from the truth with me, umhle.” M’Baku takes Kellie’s hand, eyes smoldering as he kisses it.

Kellie clutches her pearls turning to Molly, “See what the hell I’m talking about? These curves are catnip! Ugh, my curse, but oh well! M’Baku, was it? Do you have a social standing where you are from?”

M’Baku stands a little taller with pride, “I am leader of the Jabari tribe. Wakanda’s fiercest warrior, unmatched.”

Kellie grabs her purse, “Ok, Baku, come on. Let’s walk and talk about this a little bit. Molly, it’s been fun. This cat bout to try and get stuck up a tree.”

Molly sits there. Mouth agape, “Kellie! You not really-”

Kellie looks back at her, arm hooked with M’Baku’s who is looking down at her with admiration, “I can, and I will until this trunk is demolished. M’Baku, you don’t mind a little forestry on your women, right?”

As they walk out, Molly is at the bar alone yet again as she orders another drink. This broken pussy phase just won’t leave her.

Issa looks back at the bar to see Molly chilling by herself and gets concerned. The meeting with everyone is looking like it’s about done.

Frieda collects her brochures satisfied. “We covered quite a bit today. Thanks T’Challa for the budgeting advice and Erik we will consider some of your program ideas. I’ll try my best for the gun range trip but I can’t make any promises.”

Erik shrugs, “As long as it’s you talking to another you, I can’t see how it’ll fail. Just don’t say it was my idea and you got this Felicity.”

Frieda smiles, “It’s Frieda but thank you for the vote of confidence. Issa I’m going to call it a night, are you all sticking around or….”

Issa looks to them and to Molly, “Yeah, we probably won’t be long but I think we’ll be here.”

Frieda says her goodbyes leaving Issa with T’Challa and Erik. T’Challa looks at her with warmth, stirred by the alcohol, whereas Erik is sitting back wide legged just waiting for an opportunity.

“Hey um, Erik, can you get order me something from the bar? I haven’t seen a waiter in forever.” Issa asks trying to get alone time with T’Challa.

Erik plays with another toothpick in his mouth, “You got legs don’t you?”

Seeing his smirk, Issa busts an eye roll. T’Challa says, “And people think I am the heathen for where I am from. I could get it for you, if you would like?” As T’Challa goes to stand, Issa puts a hand on T’Challa’s, shook by her own actions, “No! Uhhh. It’s fine.” As T’Challa sits back Issa texts Molly the SOS to come through. Molly comes over and sits with a depressed plop. “Hey, y’all.”

Erik takes notice of Molly. “Who are you? This ya girl, Is? Steppin out on me?”

Issa clicks her tongue, “I’m not gay, Erik. This is Molly, my best friend. What’s wrong with you, girl?”

Molly shrugs, “I thought I had something to lockdown with one of they little friends.” Molly waves her hand lazily toward T’Challa and Erik. “But Kellie swooped in on him.”

T’Challa looked at Molly incredulously. “M’Baku came out of his shell that fast, eh?”

Molly snaps her fingers, “Soon as she sat down he was enraptured.”

Erik looks at Molly, leaning back and to the side to check her out under the table. “I understand the feelin. I never introduced myself, I’m Erik.”

Molly takes his hand hesitantly, “Nice to meet you. So, y’all cousins but don’t sound like you all from the same area.”

Erik shakes his head slowly, “Nah we ain’t, princess.”

Molly leans over to Issa, “Princess? He forget my name already?”

T’Challa cuts in, “That is just his signature name for girls he is interested in. It usually just annoys them at first mention.” He says while side-eyeing Erik. “Whereas I can actually make someone a Princess, so it is much more appealing.” T’Challa takes his drink looking at Issa, who looks away nervously at the implication.

Erik sucks his teeth, “Aight, enough with that royal bullshit. I just know what a future Queen looks like when I see one. Respectable and shit, what you do for a living?”

Molly wags a finger, “Nah nigga, list your credentials first.”

Erik sits up chin pointed toward Molly, “Aight then. Naval Academy grad, double majoring in Physics and Mechanical Engineering. Special Ops in the Navy, taking a break from that though now.”

All Molly heard was ‘engineer’ and benefits. “You know what, as a lawyer, it couldn’t hurt for you to have my number in case of anything.” She digs out her business card, writing her cell on the back of it.

Erik takes it, kissing it. “Got you. Never know.”

T’Challa turns to Issa, “Can I walk you out? Unless you were staying, I’m about to head out.”

Issa shakes her head emphatically, “No! Not at all. Molly’s my ride though so….” Issa looks to Molly. Molly give Issa a look pointing her head at Erik. Issa looks at the card she gave Erik and a stern look. Molly rolls her eyes getting up. “Uhhh yeah, long day at the office tomorrow so…”

Erik comes around to her side of the table as she stands up. “Ain’t nothin wrong with work hard. Builds character...and a sweat.”

Molly gets a full view of Eriks physique and height and has to fight back a Joker smile. “You know that’s what I am known for; my stamina. No matter how big the job, I don’t give up until it is done!”

T’Challa looks between Erik and Molly confused. Issa takes notice. “All right! Hard workers in the house, woooo! Let’s go!”

Walking outside, the group makes it to the car; Erik and Molly on the driver’s side, Issa and T’Challa on the other.

“So, let me thank you once again for taking on this task with me. I feel less like a fish out of water with you here.” T’Challa says sincerely.

Issa looks at her feet, “No problem! You guys are giving me fresh ideas and of course the funding is mad important so it couldn’t grow without input!”

T’Challa smiles, the apples of his cheeks pooping out so definitively. Issa can’t help but smile back. “Until next time Miss Issa.” T’Challa holds out his hand shaking hers and holding it firmly. Issa feels electric with his hand in hers as they look at each other, not sure how to move on.

“Aye! Y’all done, let’s go!” Erik is walking down the parking lot as he yells for T’Challa.

Breaking the trance T’Challa waves goodbye to Issa and Molly.

Issa gets in the car, where Molly airs out her thoughts. “Now you never said, they were that damn fine.”

Issa shrugs trying to sound cool. “What am I supposed to say? I don’t need a workplace harassment claim on my hands.”

Molly smiles shaking her head as she peels out the lot, “I still can’t believe Kellie swooped in on guy like that. I thought we were connecting! But Erik cool too. He seem a little headstrong but-”

“Long as that HEAD strong, you good, right? That’s what you were gonna say?”

Molly looks at her stone faced. “And I did just start a new vitamin regimen to boost my levels. I’m just missing one…”

“HE WANNA GIVE ME THAT VITAMIN D!” they say in unison.

Part 3

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

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29, 75 & 82 with M'baku and plus-sized reader if able please 😭

This is a combo of 2 requests

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Request #1: 29. “Stop staring at me!” 75. “I can’t hear you.” 82. “So fucking pretty.”

Request #2: M’baku taking my virginity. (because I would if I could 🤤)

You sat on your couch curled up next to MBaku. You two had officially been dating for a few months now and you loved spending time with him.

You had been friends with MBaku for roughly five years now. You two had met in your junior year of college and became fast friends. But having him as your best friend had made dating nearly impossible. Nearly. You’d still gone on dates, but they often ended things once they realized that you were MBaku’s best friend.

It never really dawned on you that MBaku was the one chasing your dates away, and you were understandably mad at him, and you refused to talk to him for weeks. When you did finally start talking to him again, you realized that he only did it because he was protective of you. You two didn’t officially start dating for another few years.

“Stop staring at me!” MBaku mumbled before kissing your forehead. You hadn’t realized that you were staring at him.

You pushed up your glasses and mumbled, “Sorry,” causing him to chuckle.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You mumbled a few words and MBaku chuckled and turned the sound on the TV down. “I can’t hear you, y/n.”

You shifted in your seat and turned to face him. “I was just thinking about how you used to sabotage all of my dates back in college.” you fiddled with the hem of your shirt before continuing. “And I’m honestly glad that you did because I kinda have wanted you to umm… I kinda want you to be my first, ya know? And I’ve known that for a while since way before we started dating. I just didn’t know how to tell you but now that we’re together I want you to be my first.”

Mbaku hooked his finger under your chin and made you look at him. He searched your eyes when they locked with his brown ones.

“I want you to be sure that’s what you want, y/n,” he stated clearly without breaking eye contact.

You nodded and he frowned, “No, I need to hear you say it. Say it again.”

You bit your lip, “MBaku, I want you to be my first.” and with that, he pressed his lips to yours.

You moved so that you were straddling his lap as the two of you kissed.

M’Baku’s hands rested on your hips as you began to rock above him. You could feel his hard length against you through your pajama bottoms. You ended your kiss as you continued rolling your hips against his and he groaned.

“So fucking pretty, y/n.”

You had dreamed about hearing those words fall from his lips many times and finally hearing them sent chills down your spine. Before you knew it, MBaku stood up and wrapped your legs around his waist. You threw your arms around his neck as he made his way towards your bedroom. You were thankful that you didn’t have anything planned for the next day, because the promises that MBaku were whispering in your ear, you wouldn’t be able to leave the bed.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

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This was not how you imagined your date with M’Baku would end. He had come to see you after being apart for the last five months. You had spent the last two days getting ready for his visit and now the two of you were fighting. And what were you fighting over? Erik fucking Stevens.

You and Erik had been friends for a while since you started working at the Wakandan Outreach Center. Erik was one of your closest friends and he was a flirt with a capital F. He loved flirting with you, but you knew it was all in jest. And when you told him that you had a boyfriend, he made it his personal mission to flirt extra hard whenever you were talking to M’Baku. You knew that Erik and M’Baku were acquaintances, but you didn’t know to what extent. You’ve talked to Erik about possibly moving to Wakanda to be with M’Baku, but you didn’t know M’Baku’s feelings on that. When Erik found out that M’Baku was coming to visit, he insisted to take the two of you out to dinner. You knew he had something up his sleeve, you just didn’t know what.

Throughout the entire dinner, Erik flirted with you even more than usual and when you tried to put a stop to it, he flirted even harder. Understandably, M’Baku was upset. He became possessive, constantly had his hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulder. His eyes bore holes into Erik’s head the entire night.

You had tried to dissuade Erik’s flirting, but the more you protested, the more he flirted. Until M’Baku had enough.

After one particular joke that clearly had a double meaning, M’Baku grabbed your hand and pulled you from the restaurant. You had chanced a glance back at Erik only to find him smirking at the two of you. You’d ask him about that later.

M’Baku barely said a word to you the entire drive home as you laid into him.

“You shouldn’t have done that, M’Baku!” you grumbled as your foot tapped against the car floor. “You should have let me talk to him. I could have figured out why he was acting that way.”

“I can tell you why, y/n,” his voice cut off your rant. “He wants to experience what’s in between those thighs, but he can’t, can he? Because you’re mine and only mine.”

You’d be lying if you said that your tummy hadn’t filled with butterflies when he said that, but his behavior was uncalled for.

“Am I?” you instantly regretted it the moment those two words left your lips. The look on M’Baku’s face crushed you. “Look, Baku, I-”

“You’re right,” he replied. “I haven’t done a good enough job showing you who you belong to, but you’ll know by the end of the night.

Your thighs clenched in anticipation.

“What are you gonna do?” you whispered.

He turned to face you as he pulled into your driveway and licked his lips, “I’m gone eat.”

Your throat was sore and the room was hot, almost unbearable. You fisted your fingers in M’Baku’s hair as he ate you out. His tongue slid in and out of you and he sucked and nibbled on your clit. His fingers curled inside of you and rubbed on that special spot inside of you making you see stars once again. You’d lost count of how many times M’Baku had made you cum already, but you knew that he wasn’t close to being done.

The first time you attempted to push his head away he slapped your inner thigh in warning, then went back to his meal. The second time, he fixed you with a glare and said, “Do that again and you’ll regret it.” you had calmed down a bit from the small break, and you regained some of your composure, but as soon as he slid his tongue back in, he began to moan and the vibrations from his moans sent you over the edge once again and you pushed him away. He watched as you came down from your high and smiled.

“You taste so good, baby, so sweet,” his praise made you smile a bit but that was short-lived as pain seared through your body causing you to cry out. “I told you you’d regret it.” M’baku licked his lips then slapped your pussy once again, making sure to hit your clit. You attempted to close your legs, but his large frame prevented you from doing that. He slapped your pussy lips again and when you went to cover your lips with your hands, M’Baku barked at you and you froze.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, y/n, and you better not try to run again.”

You nodded and reached up to grab your headboard when he started to eat you out again. He ripped orgasm after orgasm after you without letting up.

“You want me to stop?” he asked sending vibrations through your body.

“Yes!” you cried as tears fell from your eyes. “I can’t… I can’t!”

“Tell me that you’ll move to Wakanda and I’ll stop.”

“Yes!!!!” you screamed.

“Yes what?” he continued to lick and suck on your bundle of nerves.

“Yes! I’ll- ohmigod! Fuck!”

“Tell me what I want to hear, Y/n!”

“I’ll move to Wakanda!” you screamed through your orgasm, drenching M’Baku’s face with your juices.

He placed one last kiss on your lower lips then kissed up your body before placing the last one on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You felt his hard length on your thigh and you pulled back.

“Did you really mean that?” you asked still panting from your orgasm.

“Of course, my love. That was one of the reasons why I came to see you,” he admitted. “Spending so much time away from you wears heavy on my heart. You are the light of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You coming to Wakanda brings us one step closer to doing just that.”

You smiled and pushed on his shoulders and rolled him over and straddled him. You reached between the two of you and rubbed the tip of his dick between your pussy lips before you slowly sank down onto him. You threw your head back as he filled you and you rocked your hips in search of some friction to bring you closer.

“I’ll come,” you said a bit breathless. “I’ll come only if you promise to fuck me like this whenever I ask you to.”

He smiled and grabbed your hips, “I can do that.”

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

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89. “You’re drooling. You really don’t deserve it though, do you?” 85. “ You can’t cum unless I say so” with Mbaku.🖤

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M’Baku stood over you and licked his lips at the sight before him. You pleaded with him with your eyes as he stood back and smiled at his handiwork. Your wrists were cuffed to the spreader bar positioned at your anl=kles, and he had placed a ball gag into your mouth.

“This is a sight for sore eyes, y/n,” he praised. “Do you know how wonderful you look?”

You mumbled around the ball gag and he chuckled.

“What was that, my love? I couldn’t understand you.”

You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to pout before he grabbed your chin. “Roll those eyes again, y/n,” he dared you but you knew better than to try him… especially in the position that you were in.

“Good girl,” he patted your cheek before he took a step back and began stroking his thick length in front of you. “So here’s how tonight is going to go. You owe me three orgasms, one for each time I caught you playing with yourself this week.”

Your eyes bugged.

“Oh, you thought I didn’t see you?” he laughed. “Come on, y/n, we sleep in the same bed. And you’re not as quiet as you think you are my love.”

You mumbled around the ball gag once again but he ignored you.

“As I was saying, you owe me three orgasms tonight and you can’t cum unless I say so,” he paused as if he thought you were going to say something and when you didn’t, continued to stroke himself smirking as you watched him. “I sure hope you’re comfortable cause this very well may take all night.”

He walked from the side of the bed to the foot of the bed and climbed up. You watched as he positioned himself at your entrance and he paused to look at you.

“Look at you, you’re drooling. You really don’t deserve it though, do you?” he asked and you could hear the laughter in his voice.

You shook your head but squeezed your hands as if to say ‘gimmie’ and M’Baku thrust into you, sheathing himself completely inside of you and you both groaned.

“Fuck, y/n, I’ll never get used to how good you feel around me,” M’Baku groaned from above you.

It was going to be a long but pleasurable night.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

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5. “What a nerd.” 15. “Stay. Please.” 69. “Be patient for me.” (M'Baku) All in one if you can pretty please 🤞🏽🥰

18+ F/S

M’Baku sat between your thighs as you both looked up at the sky. Stargazing, one of your favorite nighttime activities. His head rested on your plump thigh as you ran your fingers across his scalp giving him a gentle massage.

“Look!” you cried as you pointed towards the sky. He attempted to look where you were pointing, but he couldn’t find what had you so excited.

“What am I looking at, y/n?” amusement filled his voice as you bounced with excitement.

“It’s a dipper!” you cried as you continued to point. “I’m not sure which one, but I can see it!”

“Show me,” M’Baku suggested as he sat us so that he was closer to your eye level.

You grabbed his hand and looked for a point of reference. “Okay, do you see that tree?” you asked as you pointed with both his and your fingers. He nodded. You raised your hands and told him to look at the tip of his finger. “Okay, here’s the handle,” you said as you began tracing the outline of the handle with your joined fingers. “And here’s the dipper part,” you continued to outline the dipper constellation with your fingers.

“I see it,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Really?” the excitement in your voice evident. “Stars fascinate me, I wish I knew which dipper it was because that would be really cool.” your eyes beamed with joy as you talked.

“Wow, what a nerd,” he jokingly responded.

“Hey!” you yelled. “You wish you were as nerdy as I am” you teased back.

“Nah, you’re a little too nerdy, y/n,” he chuckled.

“Really?” you asked before you pushed him off you and moved to stand up but you stopped when you felt his arms wrap around you.

“Stay. Please?” he whispered in your ear and you melted into his embrace. They say home is where the heart is, and M’Baku is where your heart remained. You’d do anything he asked of you.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once again, but you were wrapped in his embrace this time. A few moments passed before you felt M’Baku’s fingers tracing random patterns on your stomach. His fingers drifted closer to the top of your sleep shorts. He ran his fingertips across the top, silently asking for permission. You answered by spreading your legs a bit and leaning up to kiss him. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and headed straight for your clit.

You and M’Baku had been together for a while now, and after some trial and error, he had learned your body. He knew how fast and slow you liked it, where to touch you and how hard or soft you liked to be touched.

For the most part, M’Baku gave you what you wanted, when you wanted it, but there were times when he wanted to play, and this was one of those times.

His fingers ghosted over where you wanted him to touch you most. He would apply a little pressure and then back off as soon as you moved your hips to gain more pressure. He did this a few times before he pulled back from kissing you and gripped your chin with his free hand.

“Be patient for me,” he whispered against your lips just before he slid two fingers completely inside of you and stilled his movements. You gasped and nodded your head. You were going to be in for a long night.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 6 years

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And I you, my love.

Pairing: M’Baku x Reader

Summary: Reader and M’Baku celebrate their friends birthday and Reader puts her foot in her mouth.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut, Daddy Kink, BDSM, fluff, choking

Word count: 2,670

A/N: So this is loosely based on a night out I had with a friend. And when I say loosely, I mean the only thing in common is the alcohol and waffles lol I hope you like it let me know what you think 💖💖💖

“Y/N, I think you’ve had enough,” you heard as someone took the cup out of your hand.

“Hey!” you whined reaching for the cup. “That’s mine!!! Give it back.” You stomped your foot.

It was your best friend’s birthday and you were out celebrating with your friends and your boyfriend M’Baku at a club. You didn’t drink often, but when you did you drank a lot. After a stressful week at work, you wanted to have a good time, but your boyfriend had other plans.

“Y/N, you’ve had enough. Here drink this,” he responded handing you another cup. You were so out of it that you thought he was handing you some more alcohol, so you took a large gulp.

“Ugh, water!!” you spat after the ice cold liquid slid down your throat. “I don’t want water.”

M’Baku looked at you with a quirked eyebrow and smirked. “You're not getting any more alcohol, Y/N.” He was serious but drunk you didn’t pick up on that.

“I’m a grown ass woman,” you replied, hands on your hips. “And if I wanna drink, I’ll drink. You ain’t my motherfucking daddy.” As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you knew you’d fucked up. Even as drunk as you were, you knew that you’d just crossed a line.

He stared at you for a few seconds before handing you your cup of alcohol. “You’re right. You are grown. So, drink,” he responded his voice even.

“M’Baku, I didn’t mean-”

“Drink.” He watched as you brought the cup to your mouth and took a small sip. “No. Drink it, Y/N. Since you’re a grown ass woman, drink it like one.”

“M’Baku, I’m sorry,” you tried to smooth things over, but the look he held on his face told you that you’d gone too far. You brought the cup to your lips and drank, he watched you with a smile on his face and grabbed your hand when you finished.

“Come on, let’s dance,” he pulled you to the dancefloor and spun you around and pulled your ass into his pelvis. His hands rested on your hips as the two of you moved together to the music. As you danced, your eyes roamed over the crowd and you spotted your friends either dancing with their significant others or dancing with complete strangers.

You felt one of M’Baku’s hands slide from your hips to your stomach and pull you closer to him. You could feel the music flowing through you, his warm embrace making you feel safe and allowing you to almost forget your little slip-up.

As the night wore on, M’Baku kept his hands on you and kept you pulled flush against him. his hands trailed all over you leaving a fire burning on your skin. You didn’t drink anymore that night, even when your best friend begged you to do more birthday shots with her.

By the end of the night, M’Baku had thoroughly riled you up from all of his teasing and you were more than ready to go home.

After saying your goodbyes to your friends, you headed towards the Lyft that M’Baku called and slid in before M’Baku. You knew you were screwed from your earlier slip-up and you wondered just how M’Baku would punish you for the backtalk and defying his wished. Hopefully he would go easy on you since it was the alcohol. You doubted it, though.

The ride back home was peaceful. You rested your head on M’Baku’s shoulder and stared out his window and he rubbed random shaped on your arm with his thumb. He didn’t talk much, opting to gaze out the window also, but you could tell he was deep in thought.

When the two of you arrived home, you followed M’Baku straight to your bedroom and watched as he began to undress. Confused, you began to do the same. By the time you’d gotten all of your jewelry off, M’Baku had placed your nightgown and bonnet on the bed and was sliding under the covers. He watched as you slowly walked over to the bed and slipped on the gown and climbed into the bed. Once you were settled, he wrapped his arms around you and quickly fell asleep. You followed soon after.

You woke the next morning with the worst headache and groaned. Why did you drink so much? Why didn’t you drink enough water? Why was it so bright in here? Where was M’Baku? You thought as you reached around for your human teddy bear. Squinting your eyes open, you realized that you were alone in bed and your heart sank. You rarely woke up alone, and you hoped that your words from the night before hadn’t hurt M’Baku. That was the last thing you wanted. Fully opening your eyes, you noticed a bottle of Gatorade on your nightstand, reached for it and took a large gulp.

It was 11:45, you’d slept the morning away, something you knew would happen. You sighed and climbed out of the bed happy that he didn’t seem to be upset with you. You grabbed your phone as you headed to the bathroom to take your shower and turned on Pandora. As the steam from the water and the music from your phone filled the room, you slipped out of your clothes and stepped under the water. As you washed, you sang along with the music, and before you knew it the water began to turn cold signaling the end of your shower.

After drying off you headed back to your room to get dressed but got sidetracked when the smell of waffles drifted from the kitchen. Clad only in your towel, you headed towards the kitchen to find M’Baku cooking your favorite breakfast.

“You take really long showers, my love,” M’Baku stated as you entered the kitchen. he was standing at the counter, slicing some strawberries for your waffles. “I’m glad I took my shower when I woke up. how are you feeling?”

“Better after my shower. Baku, I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know why I said those things,” you truly were, and you hoped he knew that.

He nodded and motioned for you to have a seat at the table and you took a step towards it before you realized that you were still in your towel.

“I need to go put on some clothes,” you said as you turned around to head back to your room.

“My love,” M’Baku’s voice caused you to freeze your steps. “Do you really think you’re going to be clothed much longer? Come eat.”

You stayed frozen in your spot and watched as he picked up a strawberry and popped it into his mouth. His eyes focused in on your face and he smiled. “Y/N,” he stated, his voice somehow much lower than usual. When you didn’t respond he sighed and the next thing you knew, he was in front of you, tilting your head up so that you met his eyes.

“My love,” he cooed, his thumb gently trailing along your bottom lip. “Did you really think that after you actions last night I wouldn’t remind you who’s in charge?”

Your tongue flicked out and lightly ran against his thumb, it still tasted like strawberries and you shivered. Just what did he have in store for you. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you pleaded.

“So now it’s ‘Daddy’?” he chuckled. “Oh, little one, you’re in for a treat. Now, come eat.” He stepped back and walked over to the counter to fix your plate and you had no choice but to follow.

The two of you ate in silence, M’Baku watched you the entire time with a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this, and you knew it. as soon as the two of you were done, you quickly collected the dishes and headed to the dishwasher. Once it was loaded you headed back to M’Baku and stood in front of him and waited. He placed his hands on your outer thighs just below where your towel ended and pulled you between his thighs. His warm hands kneaded your skin and he placed his head on your stomach. You were still working on getting over your body issues, and M’Baku knew this. He loved your body and he made it a point to show you just how much. Your wide hips and stomach that jiggled when you walked were some of his favorite parts of your body. But your thighs, your thighs were his favorite. He constantly had a hand on them no matter what the two of you were doing, but you didn’t mind.

He hummed as you started massaging his scalp with your nails and moved his hands higher up your towel, pausing to squeeze your ass. “Let’s watch a movie,” he suggested looking up at you. You nodded wondering what he had in store for you. The two of you headed towards the living room and you headed towards your usual spot on the couch and waited for him to sit down so that you could snuggle with him. He took his time in choosing the movie and you hoped that he picked something that you liked. You were starting to get cold since you were still wearing a towel, but you didn’t dare complain. Finally, M’Baku joined you on the couch and pulled you close to him as the movie started.

“I love this movie!” you whispered excitedly.

“I know, my love,” he said before he placed a kiss on top of your head. The two of you watched the movie in silence, laughing at the appropriate parts and enjoying each other’s company. You’d completely forgotten about M’Baku’s remark about you and your clothing until he gently pulled the knot out of your towel. You quickly moved to retie it but stopped moving when he growled. You slowly looked at him and chewed your lip, you knew he would never force you to do anything that you didn’t want to, so you dropped your hands and allowed the towel to fall. M’Baku made a sound of appreciation in the back of his throat as your body was bared to him once again. You made to snuggle back against him, but he stopped you and patted his lap.

“Sit on my lap, little one,” his voice rasped. You once again wondered what he had in store for you, so you hopped onto his lap. The movie continued to play for a while as you sat on his lap, and M’Baku just touched you, dragging his hands all over your body, just feeling you. After a few minutes, he told you to stand up causing you to look back at him with an arched brow. His face was blank, so you stood and began to turn around to face him.

“No, face the tv,” his voice warned. You kept your eyes on the tv as you heard him rustling behind you. “Spread your legs,” M’Baku whispered and you shivered as you did. “When you sit down, Y/N,” he began. “I want you to put my dick in that pretty pussy of yours. Do you think you can do that?” You nodded. “Use your words, little one. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered. You placed your hands on his thighs and slowly lowered yourself onto him, grateful that he was holding himself for you. Everything about M’Baku was large, and his dick was no exception. It took you a while to get used to his size, but once you did you couldn’t get enough.

Once you were fully seated on him, you began rocking your hips. You loved feeling him fill you up, and this new position had him stretching you completely different. M’Baku slapped your thigh, “Stop moving.” Your breath was heavy, and you dug your nails into his thighs. He laughed. “We’re going to finish the movie, little one, and you cannot move,” he explained as he gripped your waist with one hand. “You also cannot cum,” he added as he reached around and lightly rubbed your clit. “All you can do is sit here,” his voice was right next to your ear and you whimpered.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you begged earning a slap to your clit.

“Hush and watch the movie,” M’Baku growled stopping his ministrations. You couldn’t focus on the movie with M’Baku inside of you. Even though he wasn’t moving the feel of him made you wetter and wetter by the second. You sat on him for what felt like hours but was more like a few minutes, before he pulled you back against him and began thrusting inside of you. One of his arms was wrapped underneath your breasts while the other began rubbing your clit again. You cried out knowing that if he kept this up, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, but just as quick as he started, he stopped and continued watching the movies as if nothing had happened.

You couldn’t catch your breath, between M’Baku randomly thrusting his dick inside of you and rubbing your clit, M’Baku had randomly taken to biting you on your neck. You never knew when he was going to begin his assault on your body and more than once you’d been really close to cumming. M’Baku hadn’t cum yet and that was your only saving grace because without fail, once you felt his hot sticky cum inside of you, it was over for you. You’d made it about ¾ of the way through the movie before M’Baku began whispering in your ear. The images that his words conjured up paired with his shallow thrusting had you on edge once again.

“Daddy, please, I-I can’t,” you begged, tears streaming down your face as you tried holding back your orgasm.

“You can’t what, little one?” he growled ending his question with one sharp thrust. “Tell me. Tell me what you can’t do.”

“I can’t hold-hold it anym-more, D-daddy,” you cried. His thrusts were becoming more erratic and harsher and you knew he was close. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” your voice wailed as you came, your pussy convulsing around his dick as he continued to fuck you.

“You couldn’t even make it through the whole movie,” he growled in your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Daddy, please!” you’d barely come down from your own orgasm before you felt another one building up.

He placed one hand on your neck and lightly squeezed pulling you even closer to him while the other one rubbed vigorous circles on your clit. You were gasping for air and at the brink of your second orgasm. M’baku whispered in your ear, “I need you to cum with me, little one. Daddy needs this.” And he slapped your clit. The pain from the slap plus the lack of oxygen sent you hurtling over the edge, M’Baku right behind you. His hold on your neck relaxed as he came deep inside you.

Your breath was ragged, as was his, as you laid on his chest trying to calm yourself. He somehow found the strength to lift you slightly off him so that he could slip out of you. You lazily slung both legs over to one side of his lap and snuggled into him. You were sticky with sweat by the time your breath calmed down and you felt the need to apologize once more.

“I really am sorry, M’Baku. I didn’t mean anything by what I said,” you said sincerely hoping that he would listen.

“My love, I know,” he said placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. “Do you think you can make it to the bedroom, or do I need to carry you?”

“What do you think,” you responded through a yawn causing M’Baku to chuckle.

As he stood, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled. “I’m so lucky to have you, Baku,” you admitted.

“And I you, my love.”

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