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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Your Only Fan

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik Finds out his best friend slash crush has an only fans. Things go a little right once he finds out.

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content

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It was a Friday night, which meant that (Y/N) was getting a chance to see her best friend, Erik. Or E, which she calls him. It’s been a minute since she seen him considering she’s been caught up in her school work and he’s been caught up in whatever he had going on.

Erik was excited when he saw that she messaged him, asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. Instantly he answered.

E: Awe, lil baby miss me :( lol

(Y/N): how you my best friend and you don’t even come see me no more. i feel neglected.

E: Don’t worry, I’ma be there in an hour..

(Y/N): make it 30?

E: oh u desperate? aight, 30 min it is.

Erik grabbed his belongings, grabbing his adidas bag packing an overnight bag. After getting his phone and charger, he made his way out the door and to his car.

(Y/N) finished up cleaning herself up after doing a session on her Only Fans. After about an hour, she earned about a good 900 alone from just tips and subscriptions. This was one of the good nights.

She made her way out of her bathroom, go to her little recording area cleaning all the toys and things before Erik got there. She didn’t want her best friend to find out about her dirty little secret. It was something that she wanted to keep buried for as long as she could.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a sex worker, she supported other girls. Spoke very strongly about it online. Even did some work with other girls and guys. She just didn’t want everything to change between her and Erik if he ever found out.

She was in the kitchen making her famous dip when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Erik walking in with his things in his hands. “Wassup big head?” he said walking into the apartment as she smile at him.

“Hi E, so I found this perfect movie for us to watch.” she said as he groaned.

“It better not be no scary movie.” he said as she pouted.

“Nevermind,..” she mumbled looking down as he laughed. “Lemme put my shit down and Ima come show you some love.” he said as she nodded. There was no question that had (Y/N) had feelings for her best friend. How could she not? He was handsome, kept up with himself, a gentlemen. The way he talked and made her blush. It was hard not to have feelings for this man.

Erik walked into the room putting the extra clothes in the empty drawer she had for him. As he was putting the clothes inside, she heard his phone going off. He grabbed it seeing that it was one of his friends, Tyrel sending him an iMessage and picture.

Ty: bro , u know bout this??

Erik confused, opened up the picture to see an Only Fans profile. He was about to question him about it until he saw the profile picture.

“Is that-”

PearlyPerfection

Hi, my name is (Y/N), come visit me on my page to come play with me.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. It took everything in him not to pull up OnlyFans on his phone, but it was failed. Miserably. He searched her name, sitting on the bed looking at one of the thumbnails on the videos. He saw that it was a price for ten dollars a month for the basic subscription fee. After paying for it, he clicked on the video.

“Hi daddy...’ she seductively whispered to the camera. She had on a white and black school girl outfit that barely covered her ass and pussy. Her skin was oiled, shining looking like milk chocolate. “My pussy been so wet just thinking about you. Do you want to see?” she gushed biting her lip.

Erik couldn’t contain the weapon that swing between his legs. Just by the second it was getting harder looking at her. She sat back against the pillows opening her legs to show her wetness.

Okay.. now I understand why she’s called Pearly Perfection...

If it wasn’t perfect, it was close to. The wetness spread across her outer lips, making her skin gloss. She spread her lips with her fingers, the yellow acrylic really contemplating her skin complexion, letting the wetness get on her fingers as she moved it up and downward to the entrance.

“Ooh that feels good..” she moaned quietly to herself. She dipped a finger inside, slowly fucking herself with it. She lifted her leg, slapping her vulva before leaning forward grabbing something behind the camera. She came back into frame with a clear dildo. She grabbed it, looking into the camera before licking the tip of it. She placed her mouth on it before deep throating it, basically shallowing the entire thing.

“Damn-”

“Erik!” he heard from the kitchen. “Everything good?”

“Uh yeah, I’m coming!” he exclaimed standing up. He exited the tab before placing his phone in his hoodies pocket. He stood up adjusting his issue, before walking out to the kitchen to see her pouring dip chips into the bowl.

“You good? Look like you seen some shit?” she said chuckling as he shook his head.

“If only you knew.” he whispered but she heard him.

“Did you say something?”

“Nah..” he walked into the living room grabbing the remote as she looked at him a bit confused. Damn, I can’t even get a hug..

She grabbed the dip and chips walking to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She walked back grabbing herself a wine cooler and Erik a beer. She walked back walking past him plopping down on the sofa.

“I hope you found a good movie since you want to watch a damn scary movie.” she joked, all Erik did was just chuckle before going through the list. She looked at Erik waiting for a smart comeback but nothing.

“Erik... are you okay?” she asked him touching his cheek as he looked at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting strange. If something happened than you can talk to me.” she reassured him as he smiled. Erik turned back to the screen before picking a random action film.

About an hour into the movie, (Y/N) leaned forward grabbing some dip and chips, her shirt was risen up a bit showing her red laced underwear and her back side. It was usual that (Y/N) dressed like that around him, they were comfortable with it. But for known reasons, it had Erik squirming in his seat. She looked back to see why he was moving so much.

“Erik.. are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him as he nodded. She leaned back and he moved to the opposite side of her. “That’s it.” she grabbed the remote pausing the movie.

“The hell is wrong with you?” she asked him standing up as he looked up at her.

“What do you mean? I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You acting like you can’t touch me. You haven’t even eaten my dip and you eat my shit up as soon as it hits the table. I know when there is something wrong with you and there is something bothering you.” she said to him as he sighed scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you but be honest with me.” he said as she nodded. “Do you have an only fans?” The question rightfully was a curve ball but she would never like to Erik. Plus, if he was asking about it most likely he already knew the answer.

“Yes..” she trailed off. “How did you find out?” she asked him. Her heart was beating fast, so loud she could hear it in her own ears.

“Ty sent me a picture of the profile.” he said as she rolled her eyes.

“Wow, creepy ass nigga.” she said smacking her teeth.

“No offense but there are a bunch of creepy ass niggas on Only Fans.” he said sitting up as she sighed. “Why you never told me about this?”

“Look how you’re acting. You can’t even touch me. I don’t want it to change things between us. That’s the last thing that I want to happen. A-And your acting different.” she pouted as he sighed. “Like if you ashamed that you are friends with me just up and say that. Trust me, it’s feels way more better than being- than being treated like I’m dirty or something.” Erik saw her eyes watering, and his entire mood changed. For a split second he forgot he was friends with a water bag.

“Wait, (Y/N) it’s not like that.” he stood up cupping her cheeks in his hands looking at her. “I don’t care what you do , you will always my best friend. I won’t ever look at you differently.” he said to her as she started to sniffle.

“So why are you acting like this?”

Erik mentally cursed at himself. Now he really is going to have to admit that he watched a video and felt some type of way about it. It was all happening the wrong way. “Before I admit it to you, there is something else I should admit first" he said as she nodded. She sat down as he sat down beside her.

“First of all, I’m admitting this to you because I’ve let this shit drag on for way to long and I need to just to say it. (Y/N), I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Like in a way where we are more than just bestfriends.” he said as she took it all in.

"Erik I-"

“Wait, I’m not done yet. Out of curiosity, I went to your profile and I saw one of you’re videos. Ima keep it real, shit was sexy as hell. To the point where I wanna fuck the shit outta you.” he admitted. If there was one thing that she loved about him was how honest he was.

“Okay, I just want to start off by saying that I have feelings for you too. And I want to be more than just best friends...” she trailed off as he smiled at her. “And another thing, if you have an Only Fans, doesn’t that make you one of those creepy ass niggas that-” her sentence was cut off by him pinching her thigh. “Ow.. that hurt.” she pouted as he smirked at her. There was something in his eyes that she never seen before. She stood up before straddling his lap as his hands gripped her waist.

“Oh you bold.” he said as she nodded.

“So tell me, what did you think about my videos?” she whispered in his ear. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt her lips kissing along his neck.

“They were something.. I- ooh.” he moaned out as she started to whine directly on his dick. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head showing his bare chest. She traced her hands up his chest before throwing across his shoulders.

Erik leaned in, brushing his lips passed hers smirking. With a brief movement her lips connected with his, him immediately dominating hers. He kinda tasted the cherry lip balm that was on her lips, that made her lips smooth and soft. Their tongues traced along each others in a way, like Erik was giving up his dominance.

She bit her lip, standing up from his lap as she smirked at him. “What you doin/” he asked her. When she didn’t give him an answer, she got on her knees. “(Y/N).’ he said in a warning tone.

“What’s wrong daddy?” she asked him. The way she said that you would think it was sinful. “I always thought about you fucking my throat, Erik.” she said as she smiled. She pulled the waist band down from his Nike Sweat pants, noticing he was free balling. “Oh you are big...” she said grabbing the base of it. She squeezed it making him jolt his hips forward.

She kissed the tip, licking along it tasting his pre-cum. She knew Erik always kept up with himself. Drinking water and eating fruit. If he tasted like this now, she wanted to taste him when he bust in her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around his erection, before going downward, letting her throat relax around him. “Nasty ass bitch..” he grunted thrusting his hips upward. Seeing him like this had her dripping down her thighs.

She was messy, he liked that. Spit dropped down her chin along pre-cum.

“This is how you do it, huh? Freaky ass...” he said throwing his head back. She smiled at him. She hallowed her cheeks inward to make it tighter as he grunted. He grabbed her lifting him as she pouted.

“Fuck wrong with you?” he asked her.

“I wanted you to cum in my mouth..” she said as he chuckled. He leaned forward kissing her, there tongues sliding against each other. She was just like him she liked having that shit messy.

“Let me ride it, daddy..” she whispered to him, stroking his dick as he stood up. They quickly took off all their clothes as she pushed him back on the sofa. She hovered over it and before she could sit on it, he stopped her.

“You still on the pill, right?” he asked her as she nodded.

“Yeah I am..” she said making him smirk.

“Thank God, I don’t plan on pulling out.” he said as she bit her lip. She sink herself on it as the both of them whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’. By far, Erik was one of the biggest nigga’s she been with. She had dildos his size probably a little bigger, but it was different because he was fucking her back.

“Tight ass pussy, this shit wet for me huh?’ he grunted in her ear as she gasped. All she could do was moan. “Answer me..” he started to thrust his hips upward s she moaned out.

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she gasped out as he smirked, He was hitting a spot that she ain’t even believe was possible to reach. He rotated his hips in a way that made him hit ever inch of her wall.

“You’re so fucking deep, I feel it in my stomach.” she gasped as he smirked.

“Yeah take all this big dick. Take it like a big girl. Making a mess all over my shit, I should have you’re nasty ass get down on your knee’s and clean it up.” he taunted her as she fucked him back. She gained her confidence back.

She purposely made herself tight as he halted his movements. He leaned back grabbing her waist as she smiled. “Does it feel good, daddy?” she asked him as he grunted squeezing his eyes shut.

“You tryna make me bust this quick? Huh? Get up. I got something for you’re ass.” he said. She lifted herself off as he stood up. He picked her up, walking to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed getting in between her legs. She prepped herself up to see what he was doing as he kissed her up along her thighs.

He licked along her folds as she let out a huge sigh. He moved his tongue in slow circular motion applying pressure. “Oh shit, just like that.” she gasped. He moved his tongue downward to her entrance. She started to grind herself against his mouth, basically using him.

“That’s it, use my fucking mouth bitch.” he grunted. His tongue was demonic. She wasn’t expecting to come so close but damn was she getting a run for her money.

“FUCK! ERIK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...”

“Who’s stopping you?” he said to her. Within a couple of seconds, she came all over his tongue in lips with a piercing scream.

“Ass up face down. I’m beating that shit up until I’m done.” he grunted out at her. She turned on her stomach before lifting her ass in the air, creating the perfect arch.

Coming from behind, he entered her nice and slow as he winced. “Shit don’t make no sense. Why you giving me this good pussy, huh?” he said fucking her and she moaned. “I ain’t tell you again, answer me.”

“Because your dick feel so good in my pussy daddy..” she moaned out, gripping the sheets. She started fucking him back at the same pace. “Cum inside me please... I want it so bad.” she moaned as he smiled.

“Yeah, beg for my shit. Nasty Ass,” he grunted slapping her ass making her scream.. “Pussy making a straight up mess on my dick... shit fucking creaming.” he said looking at his dick. He paused her movement as she gasped at the sudden halt.

Erik was in a complete shock about what was happening. He was finally digging in her guts and he was about to bust all in her. He pulled out flipping her on her back as he settled in between her lips.

“Baby...” she moaned out as he smiled. Genuinely smiled.

“Talk to me..” he whispered kissing her shoulders as she shuttered.

“I’m so close.. please baby.” she whispered back looking into his eyes. The energy in the room instantly shifted. They weren’t fucking any more, they were making love.

He inserted himself inside of her as she let out at a satisfied sigh. He gave her slow strokes as he put his hands behind her to hold himself up. The strokes were slow and deep.

(Y/N) thought that the only sex she could enjoy was rough and hard, but she was just proven wrong about everything. She was loved this feeling. She didn’t know if it was because it was with Erik, but she needed more of this.

Erik was in his own world. His main focus was to make her cum. And he was close to itg just by the feeling. She was gripping him to the point where it was hard for him to move.

“Loosen up ma, shit tight as hell.” he said chuckling as she moaned.

“I’m sorry I’m so close..” she said as he nodded. He was close too, and most likely was going to cum before her.

Within a couple of seconds later he came deep. She felt his heavy load paint her walls, that triggered her own orgasm. She clawed at his back, definitely drawing a bit of blood. He collapsed right beside her as they both looked at each other.

“You do know that means that you are mine, right?” he said to her as she chuckled looking up at the ceiling. “I’m serious. I’m the only one that need to be getting all in that, you understand me?” he said as she nodded.

“Loud and clear..” she whispered before tucking herself under the covers.

“Quick question... why did you start doing it?” he asked as she sighed.

“Like two years ago, money got real tight. I started doing it, honestly I thought that it was just gonna be something for me to extra money on but than I blew up, and I started to get a lot of money from it. Now, I make enough money on it to pay all my bills, plus more. Including my job down at the restaurant.” she admitted to him.

“Hm, well I understand..” he said. Their was a sudden silence until he spoke up again.

“You could join me on my Only Fans. My fans would love seeing you fuck me.” she joked as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Shit, I don’t mind.”

“Wait you serious.”

“Dead ass.”

The next morning, Erik woke up in the bed, where it was empty. The smell of her cooking made him get out of the bed. After brushing his teeth and what not, he made his way into the kitchen to see she was making homemade pancakes.

The only thing she had on was one of Erik’s T-Shirts that he left over her the last time he was here, with some a pair of boy shorts. “Good morning.” he said walking behind her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck as she smiled.

“Good morning to you too.” she placed the batter on the counter, turning around to look at him.

“Mm, you smell good.” he said. “I’m so glad that I can finally call you mine.” he replied as she smiled at him. Here she was thinking that it was just something said in the moment, but she was glad the feelings were genuinely real.

“I am too..”

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zealous-whispers-of-us-redux · 3 years

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hey jealousy

SMUT AHEAD

Summary: She has known Erik longer than Bucky has been alive, but that doesn't mean he likes seeing them together, especially when Bucky catches them embracing. He sure knows how to make a mess of things.

As the human moves through the forest, he whistles to himself, looking for any prey he may have caught in one of his traps. He makes so much noise as he plods on the ground, his heavy boots and thick, downy coat rustling and thumping in time with his footsteps. He notices that he has caught a giant rabbit, and he grins, excited.

Right above his head, she sits perched in a tree. She hates human hunters. They take and take and take until they've taken everything. She has seen them hunt Steller's sea cows and great auks until they were all gone. She was there when they continually raided the nesting grounds of passenger pigeons and slaughtered them by the millions until they were extinct after only fifty years. Humans are greedy. The stories they write about vampires are a reflection of that.

The human bends down to retrieve his catch, looking all kinds of pleased with himself, and she takes her chance to attack. Leaping from the tree, she sails down, letting her fangs free from her gums. She lands in the grass and races towards the human, who is still busy with his trap.

She is about to take the human down when she sees a blur of movement, and then another vampire is on her prey, wrestling for a moment until the vampire starts to drink and the human is dead. She angrily stalks forward. She waits until the vampire looks up at her before she speaks. She pokes his chest.

“That was mine!” she snaps in German.

The vampire lifts a delicate eyebrow and wipes his mouth the best that he can.

“You were too slow.”

“You are always stealing my meals, Erik. I was waiting in that tree for ages,” she grumbles. “Don't you have enough blood in your territory?"

Erik, whose last name is Lehnsherr, but she thinks his name is really Max Eisenhardt, shakes his head. Blood glistens on his chin, and she stares at it. She licks her lips.

"The humans have all but fled. It turns out that they knew we were there,” he says.

“I told you that it was a bad idea to hide out with an entire group of us,” she points out. “You and Charles are so reckless. I’m surprised you haven’t been caught yet.”

Erik had been turned into a vampire only in 1940 after being almost executed and subsequently buried alive for a failed attempt at escaping from the Warsaw Ghetto. She had met him when she was still in Europe, prowling the land for Nazis to eat after they all but destroyed her beautiful homeland. Erik was newly turned when they met, which meant he was angry. They had fought until Erik collapsed with hunger. She taught him how to hunt and then ran, sure she would never see him again. But they shared one mind, it seemed, when they both ended up in America during the 1960s.

“We are quick enough to evade capture,” Erik says. “Charles can anticipate the humans even before I can.”

She reluctantly agrees with that. Charles is strange. She would say he was a warlock, but she knows he doesn't practice magic. All he can do is sense the unseen. He knows when things are going to happen before they do. She thinks he can even read minds, which is a terrifying thought for a vampire to have that kind of power.

“How is Charles?” she asks.

Even vampires cannot retain the use of their legs. Charles runs slower than the average vampire.

“He's fine. He's been hungrier than normal. I hope that is a good thing.”

"Tell him I have a book I think he'll like."

"I will." Erik pauses, subtly sniffing her. “Wait a minute. You smell different."

“His name is Bucky,” she says with a small smile.

“Alpha wolves use their omegas as nothing more than a breeding factory, you know.”

“I thought that too, but, Erik, I love him, and he loves me.”

Erik still looks suspicious.

“Does he treat you well?”

“Very well. We do things together that I haven't done in decades," she says.

“I've never seen you this happy before."

“I really am. You were right, you know- all those years ago. Life is worse when you spend it all alone.”

Erik concedes with a shake of his head.

“You are the oldest vampire that I have ever met. It's about damn time that you met somebody. But if he hurts you, Charles and I will gut him."

"I know you will. Thanks," she says.

She throws her arms around Erik, who lets her hug him without much fuss.

(From behind a tree, Bucky feels his blood run cold as he watches them. He had caught up to his omega a while ago, hoping to surprise her and take her out. Instead, he stumbles upon this. He wishes he could understand them, but they speak in what sounds to him to be German. Possessiveness and jealousy are overwhelming him. He never thought she would do this to him!)

“What did you say his name was?” Erik asks her.

“Bucky,” she says.

“A fitting name for a dog.”

“That’s what I said!”

They smile at each other, fondness painted across both of their faces.

“It is so good to see you, Erik," she says. "Will I see you when I come next week?"

"Charles says that there are some vampires looking for a place to live. I told him I would find them."

"Of course, you did. What are you up to now- nine?"

"Seven, actually."

"Just be careful, for Gods' sake. I have no idea how you all can fit in that small house you have."

"I always am careful." Erik glances at the sky. "I should get going. The sun will be up before we know it. How far away from home are you?”

“Pretty far. But I will make it back in time. Be safe, all right? I will see you again,” she says.

They hug, and Erik, strangely affectionate today, kisses the top of her head. A loud growl reverberates through the forest, and the two look up, confused.

“I better go. I think your 'alpha’ has caught up to you,” Erik says.

“Bye!” she calls after him as he begins to run for home.

After she can no longer sense Erik, she wanders in the direction that she heard Bucky growl. She feels him behind her, and if thoughts could kill, Erik would be dead and buried. Their bond is flooded with what feels like Bucky's jealousy.

"Hey," she says, electing to ignore it.

“Who the fuck was that?” Bucky asks.

Her voice is calm when she responds, not wanting to start anything:

“Erik. He’s a vampire too.”

“Yeah, I could see that. What the fuck were you doin’, touchin' him like that, huh?”

“It was just a hug, Buck. We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“He kissed you!”

“Yeah, on the top of my head. He's a friend."

“I can smell it all over you, you know. You want him, right? Don’t try an’ hide it. You ever fucked ‘im?”

The smell of the other vamp is all over her, and Bucky's hindbrain is going crazy, yelling its displeasure and stilling all other (more rational) thoughts in his head. He wants to claim his omega again and roughly show her who she belongs to. Him. She belongs to him!

“Are you serious right now?” she says.

“Did you fuck him?”

“No, I have never fucked him. And even if I did, why is it any of your business?"

“But you wanna fuck him, don’t ya? Don’t lie to me! You are mine, you hear me? Do you know how I feel whenever we go anywhere an’ I get to watch all the men in the room slobber over ya? D’you know how that makes me fuckin’ look? It makes me look like an alpha who can’t handle his omega! All these guys want you an’ you just let ‘em look an’ touch you!"

"What? What guys are you even talking about? When has that ever been something that happened?" she asks, feeling exhausted.

"Do you like the attention or somethin’?" Bucky continues, barrelling over her. "Is that it? You’re four hundred years old! How many people have you fucked before me?”

It isn't fair; it just isn't fair! Bucky sees the eyes that follow her everywhere she goes; sees the way she bewitches every creature, human or not, that she meets. She's transcendent and seductive in a way that shows her true age. All her long years alone have taught her to hone her craft. She can curl her lips into a confident smile and have fifty people fawning over her in a second. Bucky loathes it.

She stares, incredulous at what Bucky is saying.

"What?"

“Lemme guess. You've fucked three hundred people? Five hundred? Huh? Tell me!”

“Bucky! Stop it!"

She cannot believe Bucky right now. She has no idea where any of this is coming from but it makes her upset. She lifts her arms and nudges him away from her so that she can collect her thoughts without feeling him growling in her face. He is way too close to her right now.

“HOW MANY?” Bucky roars, pressed up against his omega.

He can't help it, not really. His hindbrain is telling him to put his omega in her place. Bucky has a distinct feeling that he is pushing it, but he can't find it in himself to stop. She looks angry, though, her pretty face twisting up as she levels a red-eyed glare at Bucky.

“It is none of your business how many people I have had sex with,” she says. “It is my life. You do not own me or my body."

Bucky opens his mouth, unflinching, but she snaps her fangs at him.

“How dare you talk to me like this. You don’t know what my life was like before you, and it is none of your business to know that anyway!”

“Hell yes, it is! I’m your alpha! How do I know you ain't going out behind my back and whorin' yourself out to any guy who looks at ya nice? Huh?”

And there it is. Bucky was trying to hold it back, but it flies out of his mouth before he can rein himself in. He regrets saying it as soon as he says it and holds out his hands to her, but she steps further away. Bucky's tongue goes numb as her eyes grow cold and distant. He gnaws on the inside of his cheek, wishing he could take the words back.

“How dare you?” she mutters, and Bucky finds himself missing the yelling, “What gives you the right to treat me this way? I am not your lesser. Your Neanderthal hindbrain may think that, but I’m not. You cannot talk to me this way. I am not some kind of property that you have a claim over. I am not something that needs correcting."

“You’re my fuckin’ omega!” Bucky flares.

“Go straight to Hell,” she hisses before she takes off through the woods fast enough to where he can't follow.

Bucky starts after her, sticking his nose in the air to scent her. His anger continues to simmer in his blood, and he growls, urging her to get her ass back to him right the fuck now. He makes sure to share his anger through their bond as he treks through the dark forest after her, swearing under his breath all the while.

It is a few miles later when Bucky loses her scent entirely. He stops and sniffs the air hard, but he can't detect her. She’s gone, and what’s worse is that he cannot feel her through their bond. He freezes and yips, suddenly very nervous.

“’Mega!” Bucky calls, worried, his anger vanishing quickly.

No answer. No scent. No bond. How did she manage that?

“’Mega, where are you? Answer me, damn it!”

He tugs his phone from his pocket and dials her number. Bucky turns in a circle as he waits for her to pick up, trying to see if he can spot her anywhere. He gets her halting, awkward voicemail message that usually makes him smile, but this time, he curses instead.

“It’s me,” Bucky says. “Where the fuck are ya?”

She collapses in the derelict barn that she had stumbled across a few minutes ago and yanks out her phone. It had only been a few hours, but she sees a barrage of texts and voicemails from Bucky, ranging from anger to worry, to sadness, to fear, to an apology, and every other emotion in between.

“It’s me. Where the fuck are ya?”

“This ain’t funny. Pick up your damn phone!”

“What the fuck is your problem? Call me!”

“Look, I can’t find ya, an’ I’m nervous. You okay?”

“How the fuck did you cut off the bond? Are ya safe? Call me back.”

It goes on and on and on. How dare he treat her this way? She had told him time and time again that she was not his thing to own! She is her own person; she is not a piece of alpha wolf chattel. Why does mating with him automatically mean that Bucky gets to rule over every aspect of her life? He is a controlling prick at the worst of times. Jealous and horribly possessive, and sometimes, she hates his guts. She wishes she’d have killed him when she had the chance. (No, she doesn't.) But right now, she is one hundred percent done, mate or not. She does not ever want to see him again.

“Sunshine, I’m sorry, okay? Please, you got me worried sick over here. Wouldja pick up the damn phone?”

“Please don’t do this, honey. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I was gonna surprise ya an’ take you out on a date. Please come back, huh?”

“I overreacted; I know it. It is none a’ my fuckin’ business who you slept with before me. Call me back.”

“Baby, I am really trying not to panic now, but it has been over eighteen hours, an’ I have no idea where you are! Please, please call me! I’m so sorry for all the shit I said. I’m a possessive fuck, an’ I shouldn’t be! I don’t own ya. I never want you to feel that way. I’m so fuckin’ sorry; will you please come back?”

She scoffs and stuffs her phone back in her pocket without responding to Bucky at all. He can fall off a cliff, for all she cares.

Her skin itches, making her glance down at her body and grunt in irritation. She’d worked off some of her anger by hunting, and she’d made a bit of a mess. The blood is drying on her skin and making her clothes stick to her, so she stands up and makes her way to the stream of water that she had found when she stumbled upon this old farmland.

She tugs her clothes off and sticks them into the water, scrubbing them clean as best as she can. Once they are as good as they can get, she sets them to dry on some rocks and steps into the water. It is warmer than her, and she sighs, her eyes fluttering as she floats. This is a good life. No wolf is breathing down her neck, not giving her an inch to move, and her head is quiet after what seems like years! No more bond! It is bliss. She briefly ponders whether or not she'd be able to escape to Europe without Bucky knowing. She would love to live somewhere she hadn't before. Perhaps she will go to Norway. Or even Denmark. She remembers loving Copenhagen the last time she visited.

Then she remembers that one thing about alpha werewolves (and Bucky specifically) is that they don't ever give up the chase, especially when their ‘prey’ is their omega. A splash breaks her from her reverie, and she stands up, looking wildly around until she spots a very familiar werewolf paddling out to her.

“You can’t swim!” she yells at it, waving her arms.

The wolf ignores her and continues swimming.

“Oh, for Gods' sake. Go away, Bucky!”

She gets out of the water and grabs her still wet clothes, tugging them on. Bucky whines, clear and loud from across the river, and she half-turns towards him, debating. He will either drown or make it over to her and continue treating her as his lesser. She doesn’t want the latter.

No, she thinks. Not this time.

Bucky cries out in pain when she begins to walk away, and the sound of splashing gets quicker. The little shit is frantically trying to make his way over to her, but even as a wolf, he can’t swim and the water is too deep.

“Go home, Bucky!”

"No,” he tells her firmly.

“You figured out how to get the bond back, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You are going to drown, you absolute moron!”

There is a pause as Bucky struggles for a minute, trying to regain his footing in the water. She groans, exasperated.

“Sorry,” he thinks in a pitiful whimper.

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t act this way. Jealousy is just low self-confidence in disguise. Are you that insecure in our relationship?” she asks.

He whines. “No.”

“I’m not yours to own, James. Possessiveness does not equal love.”

“Know.”

“Do you, though?”

“Yes!” Bucky says mournfully. “’Mega.”

“Then why are you like this all the time?”

Bucky has finally made it across the extensive body of water. He steps onto dry land, panting tiredly, and shakes himself off. He takes a few steps towards her, but she backs away. He stops immediately and looks ashamed. His tail swishes enticingly, but she ignores it.

“Insecure,” he says.

She breathes out, frustrated. “In our relationship?”

“Me,” admits Bucky.

“Why are you insecure?”

“Afraid.”

“Gods' sake,” she says. “Of what?”

“Leavin'.”

“I’m right here. For now, anyway.”

Bucky whines again, plopping down on the ground and exhaling before he focuses on shifting back. It'll be much easier to communicate with his omega when he can speak to her. He clambers to his feet and rushes over, his hands itching to touch her.

“I’m still mad at you,” she tells him firmly.

That stops him in his tracks, and he looks down at his feet, embarrassed.

“I'm sorry,” Bucky says softly. “You’re right. I don’t own ya just because we mated an’ all a’ that. Possessiveness is ingrained in my hindbrain, but I know that that isn’t a good excuse. I am insecure and afraid that you’ll wanna leave me. Yer much too sweet an’ kind for a guy like me an’ there are so many others that would be better at this- be better at takin’ care a’ you than I. You seemed so close to that guy in the woods, an’ I thought he’d be better suited for you. I saw red. You deserve better'n me, baby doll, but that don't mean I’m ready to give you up without a fight. ‘Specially to another vamp.”

“Bucky, no. You have it all wrong. Erik is deeply in love with his boyfriend Charles. They’ve been together since the 1950s.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, his voice small. “I didn’t know. You sure looked cozy together.”

“He’s like my brother—an annoying older brother who wants to rid the world of the human scourge and let monsters rule. It's just nice to once in a while run into someone like yourself.”

“Oh. Yeah, 'spose that makes sense.”

"It's hard being surrounded by wolves all the time. None of you have any shared life experiences with me. Erik does, and it's nice to be reminded of that."

“’M sorry,” Bucky says, his voice even smaller. “Can you forgive me?”

“It is so hard when you act like my keeper, Buck. It’s exhausting. I can’t breathe half the time- in a manner of speaking.”

“I know I suffocate you. I dunno what else to say except I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, omega-mine," Bucky fidgets. "You know I’m shit with words. Can I show you how sorry I am? Please, baby? I really wanna."

Fretfully, he twists his hands together and rocks back and forth on his feet, unable to keep still. Bucky feels awful for saying the things he had said to his omega, knowing that she doesn’t fully understand the myriad of emotions that a wolf can feel when they see their mate in the arms of another. His hindbrain growls as the image of her embracing the other vamp flashes through Bucky’s mind. He pushes himself to relax.

“Bucky,” she says. “Why do you keep thinking about it if it makes you so mad?”

“I can’t help it,” he replies guiltily. “My hindbrain won’t let it go.”

“I don’t care about what your dumb ‘hindbrain’ is doing. Forget about it. Erik is a friend, for Gods' sake.”

“I'm sorry,” Bucky says, opening his arms. “Can I hold ya? Please?”

“Nope."

“What, eighteen hours ain’t enough time for you to get over it?”

“No, it isn’t. I'm still upset with you,” she replies. “I’m going for another swim.”

“Sunshine."

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

"Don't go plea- Shit."

Walking back over to the water, she busies herself by taking off her clothes. It isn’t remotely sexual in the least, but Bucky has a hard time keeping his mind off anything but claiming her again. She'd look so pretty with marks all up and down her body, and Bucky wishes he could leave her with a plethora of them. Teeth, fingerprints, whatever, as long as it was his mark, Bucky would be happy. But as it is now, she heals too fast. Maybe once he has gotten her to forgive him properly, she'll let him knot her. He hopes so.

Bucky takes a step closer to the edge of the water. He longs to cage his omega in the circle of his arms, never letting her go ever again. She gives him a scathing look that makes the alpha in him tuck its tail between its legs. Contritely, Bucky drops his gaze to his feet. When he looks up again, she's gone.

With no need to come up for air, she swims underneath the water until she knows that she is out of view of Bucky. She pushes herself deeper and sits on the riverbed. Fish skirt around her, tickling her, and she smiles, letting her arms float out to the sides and watching as the fish dart between her fingers. Her hair floats above, and she tilts her head back to look up at the sky from underneath the water. A strange smile spreads across her face as she wishes for a place that she hadn't thought of in decades. No matter how long she has been alive, the Earth doesn't change. Different faces and different machines emerge every year, but the Earth stays the same. She likes that. It gives her peace and unsettles her all at once. It is a strange mindset she’s had lately; it creeps up on her at random and makes her want to run for hours and hours or stay in bed all day. She has always been flighty, but it has gotten worse as of late.

Slowly, she floats to the top of the river and is pleased to see that she has made it to the shallower area where a small waterfall spills from above. She hums and goes to stand under it. It pours down her body, cleaning off the rest of the blood. The sky glitters down at her, making the water look inky and dark. She likes that too.

Unfortunately for her, Bucky is still stubborn, and she hears the frantic splashing even before seeing him. She groans, tipping her head back into the falls and letting the icy water fill up her open mouth. She noisily spits it out and slaps the waterfall. The splashing grows increasingly frantic, and she curses in her native tongue.

"Gods, Wolfy," she grumbles, going out to meet him.

She pops up right next to him, and Bucky startles, almost slipping underneath the water. His pupils are huge, and she can sense his fear.

“Hang on to me,” she tells him.

Big as he is, she is stronger than him, and with the water, it is like she isn’t carrying anything at all. Bucky curls himself around her back, and he quietly whimpers as though he is trying to make sure that she doesn’t hear it. She pets the back of his leg, trying to calm him.

“I’m going to start swimming,” she murmurs. “It’ll get deeper before it gets shallower. Just hang on, okay?”

“’Kay,” Bucky chokes.

As she starts to swim, she thinks of Bucky and why he has such trouble with water. When he was just a pup, he had a near-drowning experience in a public pool. The pool was only four feet deep, but Bucky was still relatively small and had slipped off a kickboard and under the water. At the time, he couldn’t swim nor float and had to be rescued by the lifeguard. The experience was very traumatizing to a young Bucky, so much so that he never bothered with swimming after that. He knows how to dog paddle, but that is the extent of his abilities. A flighty and upset omega makes his hindbrain whine in distress, though, so he follows her wherever she goes, even if it is into a river- and then that leads to her having to help him swim to safety.

Bucky shifts on her back, which allows him to bury his nose in her wet hair, and he does with a sigh of relief. He snuffles, still nervous, and she hums kindly. She tries to radiate waves of calm through their bond, although she isn't sure if she is doing it right.

They eventually stop near the waterfall, and Bucky slips off her back, shaking the water from his face and hair. He watches as his omega glides through the gentle current to stand under the waterfall. She tips her head back and lets the water spill down her body. Bucky swallows past a lump in his throat as he looks his fill. She is a wild beauty underneath the moonlight, nothing shielding her except the cascading water. Bucky has never felt luckier than he does when he gets to see her like this. He takes a step towards her. Her head straightens out, and she squeezes water from her hair. She sweeps it over one shoulder. Bucky licks his lips as they stare at each other. She lifts an eyebrow, a silent invitation, and Bucky wades through the river as fast as he can to get to her.

“Yer so fuckin’ pretty,” Bucky says, awed.

“You’re prettier, Buck,” she tells him shyly.

He shakes his head at her, stubborn to accept praise just as she is, and slips both of his arms around her neck. He pulls her into him. She bumps his chin, and Bucky startles; she smiles widely. Bucky grins too.

“I am sorry,” he whispers.

“I know,” she says before kissing him.

Bucky lets out a quiet sigh and deepens the kiss, twining his hands through her wet hair. His fingers are eager to touch her. They dance down the sides of her neck, sweep across her shoulders, and slip down her arms as the two slowly break apart for Bucky to breathe. He rubs his thumbs over the backs of her hands and leans forward to suck at the water droplets clinging to her shoulders. She murmurs his name, her hands going to his hair and tugging. Bucky’s mouth on her skin grows needier as he sucks at her skin. She tastes amazing and smells even better as he buries his face between her neck and shoulder.

Mewling, she strains to reach any part of him that she can, tracing his chest and stomach with icy fingers. Her hands briefly cup his hips before she wraps both of her hands firmly around his dick. She gently squeezes, and Bucky arches into her touch, ripping his mouth away from her skin as he pants.

“Gods, honey,” he says. “Be careful.”

She tugs his dick again, grinning.

“Hngh,” Bucky groans, going cross-eyed.

“You like that?” she asks him. “You’re so hard, baby.”

“You are drivin’ me crazy,” Bucky rasps, his grip on her tightening. “I wanna get my mouth on ya.”

His hands dropping to her bare ass, Bucky lifts her with a well-practiced grace, and she throws her legs around his hips, clinging onto him as they move through the water. Her hands never stop wandering over Bucky’s body. She digs her nails briefly into his shoulders, leaving her mark, before soothing them with her lips. A full-body shiver wracks Bucky, and he spanks her.

"You like that?" she asks.

“Behave,” he replies sternly.

She presses her sly smile into his skin and digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder again. Bucky sets her down on a rock, then pulls himself from the water, shaking himself off and making her squeal as she gets sprayed.

“You asked for it,” Bucky says.

“For what?” she asks like she doesn't know.

“This.”

Bucky springs, grabbing her around the waist and rolling them until she is over him, sitting on his chest. She looks at him, momentarily disoriented, before a grin spreads across her face, and she kisses his chest. Her lips burn his skin icy cold, and Bucky trembles. He wipes his face off and slaps her ass.

“Get up ‘ere,” Bucky demands.

Climbing to her knees, she inches down his chest. She hovers over his mouth, and Bucky breathes her in. He starts to purr, feeling absolutely beside himself in delight.

“Y’smell so fuckin’ good, baby doll,” he says, turning his head to kiss her thigh. “This all for me?”

“Yes,” she says. “Of course it is.”

“So is my boner,” Bucky teases. “It's all for you.”

“Weirdo."

“I love ya too, darlin’,” says Bucky.

She smiles, though Bucky cannot see it. The giddy feeling in her chest has morphed into something else- something heavy and unyielding. It drags her down into Bucky’s heated skin, and she drowns in him as he tugs her onto his greedy mouth. He wraps his lips around her clit, sucking determinedly, and she curls her fingers into the muscles of his thick thighs. Bucky's tongue explores her slit, slipping inside her and lapping her up eagerly. She digs her nails into his thigh in retaliation, and he groans heavily. The vibration rattles through her core, and she starts rolling her hips, pressing herself to his mouth.

Bucky groans again as his vision starts to tunnel. Everything apart from the pretty vampire sitting atop him fades from his consciousness. Her scent is all he can smell. His hindbrain purrs with the knowledge that all he tastes is her slick; all he hears are her moans, all he knows is his omega and her pleasure, and he loves it. All that makes him suck harder, and he is rewarded with a wave of slick from her.

“Mm,” Bucky purrs.

His eyes close. She tastes so fucking good, and he feels like he is going to lose his mind. His hands squeeze her ass, urging her to move faster.

“Buck,” she warns.

“Mm, mm!” he moans eagerly.

When she moves off of his mouth, the whine that leaves Bucky’s mouth is nothing short of needy.

“Fuck, fuck, no,” he begs. “Come back, please.”

“I don’t want to crush your face,” she says.

“No, you won’t!” Bucky reassures too loudly. “Please, please, please come back. You taste so good, baby. I want it so bad, please.”

“Are you sure?” she asks.

He whimpers and nods, his fingers digging into each of her ass cheeks. His eyes are half-closed with desire, and he slumps in relief when she sits back down on his mouth. Much to his delight, he gets her to the precipice reasonably quickly as she lets out those sweet noises that mean she’s getting close to coming.

A sigh of his name is all the warning he gets. Bucky’s eyes roll back into his head as she comes. She tastes even better like this. After he pulls away, he rubs her back, preening as she tries to reorient herself back down to Earth. She stretches before tipping over into the grass. He coos at her and gathers her up into his arms.

“My poor little sun. Did I tire you out?" he asks, grinning.

"You wish," she retorts, poking his chest with one sharp nail.

"Yer so pretty when you come. I love watchin' ya."

She hums, nuzzling behind Bucky’s ear. He twines a few fingers around pieces of her hair and watches the wet strands slip through his fingers.

“Am I forgiven yet?” he asks her.

"Yeah, but only if you do it again."

That makes Bucky laugh, and she loves it when he does. She presses her fingers against his chest to feel the sound.

"You can sit for as long as you want. How's that sound?" Bucky asks.

"Promise?" she asks.

Bucky squeezes her.

"As long as you want," he promises.

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NSFW Alphabet - Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens

Author’s Notes: A few days late, but here it is. I write my alphabets as if I am talking to my frands (which I am), so enjoy it, loves!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Don’t expect much if it’s casual - you knew what it was when he was two fingers deep in the Uber. He will be polite, cordial, and a decent host, but don’t expect to lay up. He will absolutely ask you for your number, because he loves options, and is generous to his friends - passing along recommendations of girls worth remembering, buttttttttt, frand, if he loves you…

You. Are. A. Motherfucking. Princess.

He will shower you with cum and cuddles and then leave you to soak in the jacuzzi tub while he rubs your shoulders. He’s a Daddy, so he’s going to take care of you in all aspects after an intense session.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Erik’s favorite body part is his face. His smirk is predatory. A glinting gold-fanged smile leaves a lasting impression.

On his partner, he loves thick - here, there, and everywhere. Big boobs, fat ass, thick thighs - love, love, love; whether it is one or all. Erik is a hunk - muscles for days, and he will easily handle allllll you have to offer.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Anywhere you let him?

He’s a freak, so it’s been all over your body. His favorites though are in you and your face. He is really into ownership and dominance, and when he has you in the most vulnerable positions, that’s when he gets off the most.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He lost his virginity late - 17, a week before his senior year of high school started. A girl three blocks down from the corner store in his hood. She stayed with her grandma and he had to sneak in through the window. He didn’t start fucking until college and well, those scars are from killing pussies too. Meme

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s for the streets, unless you’re the real deal. Erik is incredibly loyal, because he expects it from you - a true ride or die. If he’s not in a relationship though, well, he’s running trains.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Back shots are his go-to. Watching your ass bounce against his chiseled hips, your lips stretching over him as he glistens from you will have his eyes hooded as he grips your hair reminding you to be a good girl.

Sliding behind you while you do your make-up, hair in a bonnet leaves you late at least twice a week. He presses his dick into your ass as his hands cup your breasts through your chenille robe.

“Just the tip, ma. Just let me feel you.” Pro-tip: It’s never just the tip.

But, even Kill needs intimacy from his girl though, sooo…

If your Baby Girl, he will slow stroke you so deep with your legs draped over his shoulders as he says you look so pretty taking your dick. The pad of his thumb pressed against your throbbing nub. He will bury his face in your neck - nipping your tender skin and burying himself in you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Erik finds humor in your proverbial suffering, when you’re whining and whimpering for more or for a break, but he isn’t cracking jokes and dropping one liners.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s groomed and he smells like a man. I get Dior Sauvage vibes from him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This is a privilege, but if you’re lucky enough, you’re spoiled. Candles lit, flowers, soft sheets, expensive lingerie - making love is an art for him. He will degrade you in the most loving way as he lets you cum first, second, and third. Your pleasure and your worth make him feel like a man. Loving you correctly is a source of pride for him, and that means you are emotionally taken care of, even in the nastiest scene.

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you first teased at a FaceTime show, you didn’t know you’d love it so much. Watching Erik left you so overwhelmed, you came hard - moaning his name as you pushed the toy in and out. He loves when you initiate. Knowing you want him validates him and indulging you is something he enjoys doing, so when he’s away for business, he treats you to the shows.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sex is Erik’s kink. There is very little he doesn’t enjoy in the pursuit of pleasure. Not surprisingly, kinky Kill is reserved for his girl only. It’s a privilege to be tied up in his bed as his heavy hands run over your body, whispering the filthiest thoughts. It’s a privilege to role play in the bar on a spur-of-the-moment trip to New York with a blonde wig and end up bent of the bathroom sink as the game melts into real fucking. It’s a PRIVILEGE to have his submission - the times when he sinks on the bed, calling you with a finger, and he begs you to ride him leave you with heart eyes as you sink onto him, getting drunk on his moans as your ass bounces against his thighs.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Erik is a sucker for baecation sex.

Your melanated skin sparkles in the sun as you lay topless in the southern Pacific sun. The ocean breaks gently against the private dock and the soft R&B lulls your eyes shut behind your large sunglasses. Erik leaned against the door frame, watching your curves against the aquamarine seascape and his dick throbbed. He finished the rum - the sweet liquid icing his throat as he swallowed thickly and padded to your lounged body. His dick rested heavy against his thigh, already hard under his swim trunks, as his hulking frame shadowed you.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You raised your glasses and squinted in the bright sun - a wide smile on your face. He dropped between your knees - your legs falling open to accommodate him as his fingers danced over your warm skin. Your breath caught as the pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple - raising it under his touch, “Oh, so we’re doing that?” You mocked as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, his breath warm against your now-wet bikini bottoms.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erik’s motivation in life is to dominate, and in the bedroom, that’s no different. He wants to own you in every sense of the word, and vice versa - he wants to be owned by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cleanliness is next to godliness, so anything that is actually dirty, Erik is not into. On another note, disloyalty, shadiness, or any evidence of fuckery really just piss him off.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Not all pussy gets eaten, and that’s just really how it is, but for you, giving head is Erik’s solution to most problems and you don’t hate it. Bad day at work? Need attention? Broke a nail? All of it can be solved with his mouth. He loses his breath at the sight of your sticky lips and swollen clit as he brushes his nose against your folds before licking, sucking, and kissing all the places that make your pussy cry with joy.

Overpowering Erik’s dominance is rare, but you on your knees will make him relax and watch as you take him down your throat, gagging and slurping, as your tongue slides over each vein, swirling his mushroomed tip against your full lips. His hand will fist your hair, holding you still, as he thrusts into your throat - saliva dripping as you moan against him. The vibration leaves his dick throbbing as he lets you swallow, greedily enjoying your prize, hard earned from Daddy.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s a time and place for it all and Erik reads the room.

You’ve been acting out, talking shit in front of his friends, kissing your teeth, and stomping through with a bratty attitude, and the only remedy for you is arched on the bed as his heavy hand lands hard on your ass and thighs. The cracking sound of your skin echoes through the room as you count in a weak voice - wetness pooling between your thighs, as he spreads your cheeks. “You just fucking up, so Daddy can fuck you up? Hmm?” He questions as he pushes into you. His question answered with a string of curses sprinkled with moans. “Don’t got shit to say now that I’m deep in my pussy, huh?” He fists your hair, holding you against the comforter, “If you wanted a little dick, just say it, ma.” His chuckle is sinful as his hips snap against you making you forget why you ever had an attitude in the first place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If Erik wants you, he will have you. Periodt.

The same, however, also goes for you, and the moments when you just. can’t. wait. leave Erik bustin’ earlier than he wants.

As Erik reached for the door, the locks snapped, leaving the door shut as he tossed you a side glance. This was the fourth stop of the night and your eyes were glassy from liqour as Erik shuffled you between kickbacks. “Come here,” Your hands reached for him, sliding down his t-shirt, resting on his crotch. “Just let me touch it, daddy.” You stretched the syllables as you pulled at his belt, urging it lower. “Come on, no one can see.” His hips rose, jeans sliding down as you pulled him from his boxers. “I just want a little bit.” Your hand jerked him slowly as you slid over him - your thick thighs pressing against the console and the door. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth - his golds glittering - as you sank slowly onto him. “Just a little bit? You taking the whole thing,” His shirt was pulled under his chin as he watched his dick disappear into you with each rock. “It’s mine. I can take it all.” Your head lazed as Erik’s powerful thrusts took over and your soft moans filled the car.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Erik’s whole life is a risk, sex isn’t any different. Threesomes, orgies, tying people up, being tied up - all of it can find a place in his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Realistically, he can go two-three times in a row. During a day, you could give it five or six times if you really wanted it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t for children and Erik uses them to his advantage. Plugs, vibrators, ties, restraints, lube - all in the drawer beside the bed waiting to be chosen to work your body into a puddle.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Before Erik, you never knew the beauty and power in a delayed release, and with Erik as a teacher, you learned the lessons of edging quite well. He’s a general tease - the build up is half the fun, and unless you’re being punished, he always delivers for you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Erik is nasty and his words alone leave you dripping. His dirty talk is another level of freak, and he leaves you speechless when he says things like…

“Is this my pussy, ma?”

“Your shit drippin’ all over me.”

“Where did you learn to suck dick like this, baby girl?”

“Come on, give me my nut.”

“This tight pussy all mine.”

“Daddy knows the spot, ma.”

The filth that falls from his beautiful mouth leaves you begging for more, but the only thing that matters to you are his moans - hard earned and coveted from being a good girl. The throaty sounds that escape as he bottoms out or you squeeze him gently leave you panting and craving more.

Your acrylic nails raked over his scars - a sharp hiss escaping his mouth - as he pulled your leg over his hip, deepening his thrust. A flex of your walls shut his eyes - a guttural moan slipping out as he stilled himself above you. Your eyes drank in the heavenly sight above you. Loose dreads hung over his face, his lip caught between his teeth - his amber eyes glazed, “Quit playing, baby.” It was barely a whisper as he pulled back, slowly inching from you, when you squeezed him again and another moan echoed through the room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Intimacy, for Erik, comes in the form of non-sexual activities. Almost anyone can get the dick, but not everyone gets their hand held at the Farmer’s Market while he shops trendy black-owned farms for fresh vegetables, not everyone gets to drive him to urgent care when he chilled with a fever, and not everyone gets the privilege of cleaning on Saturday mornings with 70s funk narrating the choice to use Fabuloso or Pine Sol.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

8-9 inches

Thick

Curved

It bounces when he walks

And it smells good.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He enjoys sex and it keeps him even. He wants you all the time. Of course, there’s real life responsibilities, but in the house, if he wants you, he will take you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is assuming he only has sex at night or in a bed, but generally, he sleeps when he wants to and that includes after sex too.

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reelwriter19 · 4 years

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A Better Man

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied smut, cursing

Word Count: 3241

“Sssshhh...Erik you have to stop yelling.” You pleaded with your husband as you struggled to get his oversized drunken frame through the front door.

Slurring every word, “Y/N, I DON’T CARE! These colonizers know who’s buildin’ this is!”

You shook your head and couldn’t help but smirk as Erik kicked his boots off and planted himself on the floor in the hallway like a toddler. It was LATE and you were exhausted, but you gave him a pass on this f**k boi behavior because his 35th birthday was in a few days and even though he’d never admit it, that number was messing with his head. So when the owner of the lounge called you personally to come pick him up at 1:45AM, you threw on a sweater, grabbed your keys and ran out the door.

Erik looked up from his stooper just in time to catch you undoing your bra in annoyance. “YES!!! My girls need to be free!”

“Wow…..goodnight Mr. Stevens.” Shaking your head as you walked away, he seemed to find his sea legs long enough to scurry after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and slowly creeping his hands up to ‘the girls’.

“Come on ma, let me hit. You know I sleep better after.”

His touch in this moment was making you weak, but as you turned your head to permit him a kiss, you were hit with a heavy dose of reality. Erik hadn’t drunk this heavily in a while, and the evidence of it was seeping through his pores and breath in the worst way. You turned to face him, now keeping him at arm's length.

“UGH...nigga let you hit?! I love you, but the last time we tried to have sex when you were this drunk, you fell asleep in me, during said process. Uh huh...nope, not tonight. The girls will be all yours tomorrow.”

The next morning you awoke to find Erik still fully clothed, knocked and snoring on the chaise lounge in your walk-in closet. He still smelled, but you were grateful for the fact that he wasn’t too drunk to remember how you felt about outside clothes on the bed. You kissed him on his forehead, got dressed and started making calls. You were throwing him a birthday party that night at the house. You had to confirm food drop offs with the caterers, pick up some balloons and grab one final gift to surprise him with the next day. His training made him really hard to surprise, but you knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.

You heard the shower turn off as you walked back into the house from your excursion. “Erik!” You hollered putting bags and what seemed like 100 balloons in a corner, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. “Kia and Shuri will be here in a few hours to help me set up. I’m gonna need you out of here soo…”

Your words trailed off as your ebony Adonis emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his hips, scars glistening on his chest. He knew his power over you and now you were the one intoxicated. He raised an eyebrow as he slinked over to you ever so slowly, you, still frozen, allowing him access to begin undressing you without much of a fight.

“You were sayin’ somethin’?”

“Baby...I have so much to get done for the party.”

“I remember you saying that these right here were all...mine...today.” He started to pepper kisses across your chest and conveniently dropped his towel to the floor. Every task on your list quickly faded into the background. He was the soon to be birthday boy afterall. Who were you to deny him this gift?

-------

The house was filled with laughter and music. You sat on Erik’s lap with his arm wrapped snug around your waist as he and some of his boys laughed about stories from their days at MIT. You knew the majority of the people there, Erik always kept a tight circle. But there was one guy, Malik, from his days in foster care that he recently reconnected with that hadn’t made your acquaintance. He was mostly quiet throughout the night, sometimes too quiet, but you chalked that up to how he was raised. Knowing what your husband went through, bouncing from house to house, no one really caring if he lived or died, you always had a soft spot for the people he bonded with during those years, and Malik was one of them.

T’Challa walked over to the rowdy bunch in his usual stoic way, hiding something behind his back. Nakia stood next to him, beaming from ear to ear.

“Pardon me Y/N, gentlemen, but N’Jadaka, I have something that might interest you.” He revealed a black velvet cigar box with the word “Daka” embroidered on the top in gold. It was rare to shock this man, it was even more rare for T’Challa to pull a reaction from Erik that wasn’t sarcastic or flippant.

“Yooooo, T! You wild out man!”

Turning to you as Erik stood up, “Is that a good thing?”

Before you could reply, Shuri belted out a laugh from across the room and said, “Oh brotha! That’s a VERY good thing!”

Erik hugged T’Challa, which was enough to bring a tear to your eye, as the men clamoured for access to a cigar as they walked out on the balcony to light one and commemorate the occasion.

You and Nakia locked arms and laughed at the group as they ran outside as if hiding a porno tape from their mothers.

Turning to her, “Should I ask where you got those?”

“Let’s just say, they once belonged to a very bad man with many items that needed to be confiscated for...archiving. And now they have been gifted to a better man to celebrate his life and the passage of time.”

“Riiight. Well thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you guys. He’s been so down lately. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I’m gonna go get the cake ready while they’re out there.”

Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed Shuri trying to hide behind a few other guests that were deep in conversation in the dining room. Pausing, you didn’t even have to walk her way to know what she was up to.

“Shuri! Put that drink down right now!”

“Awww, Y/N come on! I thought we were cool. I just want a taste of this good American stuff.”

“Girl, your mother will kill me! Put it down and go find the candles for the cake.”

She stomped over to you and you grabbed her in a tight hug.

“You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

You walked into the kitchen dancing and singing to yourself. “Tell Me” by Groove Theory was now playing through the speakers Erik insisted you guys have installed when you first brought the place. A few of the guests trickled out of the room as Erik’s friend Malik followed you in.

“Tell me if you want me to, give you all my time. I wanna make it GOOD FOR YOUUU!!!!”

You grabbed some plates and napkins from the cabinet and turned mid groove to find Malik standing a little too close. He was taller than your husband but his facial features were no comparison. Let’s be real, not many faces could compare.

“Oh my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you...I was just lookin’ for a garbage. Y’all recycle?”

“Yep, uuh, right there by the door.”

“Cool cool.” Walking over to discard his beer bottle, he turned back around and extended a hand to you. “Malik.”

Switching the plates to your left hand, you extended yours to shake his. “I know. Erik told me about you. He said you guys were like brothers growing up.”

“Yeah, that’s my dawg.” Licking his lips and taking you in a little too intensely, he continued his thought. “We always liked to share things when we were comin’ up.”

You snatched your hand back as Shuri walked in with the candles in hand, dancing to herself.

“Y/N, you have to make me a playlist of these songs for the lab!”

“I will, I promise.”

You walked towards her, grateful to your God and Bast that Shuri’s timing was so impeccable. As you handed her the other items and took the cake from the counter, Malik touched your butt and quickly left the kitchen.

Did he just grab my ASS?!

No, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!

That nigga just grabbed by ASS!!

You stormed out of the kitchen ready to raise hell, but as soon as you did, a smiling Erik black man jogged towards you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“You good babe?”

Hands on his chest, gazing in to his bright eyes full of happiness and peace for the first time in a while, there was no way you could ruin this night.

“Yeah, yeah sweetie I’m ok. I was just looking for the candles that’s all. You ready for your cake?”

Nestling his face in your neck as he replied, leaving a wet kiss. “As long as I can have the rest of my dessert later.”

You giggled as his facial hair grazed your skin and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. You hoped that Malik was somewhere watching, being reminded of who the hell your man was and the imminent danger his life was in if he EVER decided to touch you again.

-------

“Aight aight, enough of this terrible singing...blow out the candles man!” One of Erik’s college friends yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Erik obliged and everyone cheered. He found his way right back to you, engulfing you in his embrace from behind.

“I wanna thank y’all for coming tonight, for real. To have everyone I care about in the same room celebrating me, it’s just, yeah…...I especially wanna thank my princess, my QUEEN who pulled this off without breaking a sweat. I love you, Y/N.”

Turning to face your man, you couldn’t stop cheesing, caressing his dimpled cheeks as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

“Damn, I guess this is what happens when a nigga gets old. Got me all emotional and shit! Shuri, turn that music back up!”

-------

The house had finally cleared of most guests, finally allowing you to put your fuzzy slippers on. You were saying your final goodbyes to T’Challa, Nakia, Shuri.

“Are you sure you don’t need Shuri to help you stay and clean up?” T joked as they walked towards the door.

“Haha! No it’s ok, really. There’s not much more to do. Thank you again. You really made his night.”

“It was our pleasure, Y/N.”

“Make sure you stop by before you head back to Wakanda.”

You closed the door and the newfound silence of your apartment caused you to immediately flash back to that moment in the kitchen with Malik. You had to make sure it got dealt with, but not tonight.

You walked out on the balcony to take in the night air. The life of a hostess was not easy and fatigue was hitting you like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, a massive hand smacked you on the butt, scaring the crap out of you. You turned to see it was Erik and not the filth who had violated your space earlier.

“Why you so jumpy girl?”

Attempting to gather yourself quickly and avoid his gaze, you brushed past him and went back into the living room. But as always, he was hot on your heels.

“I’m not E, damn! You just...I thought you were upstairs.”

“You only call me E when you’re annoyed at something or pissed at me, so what’s up?”

“Nothing ERIK, nothing. You’re just always on your sleath shit moving around this house and I wasn’t ready. I’m just tired, baby, that’s all.” Walking towards the steps, you prayed that was enough to hold him off for a bit.

“I’m gonna go change clothes. I left the cake on the counter if you want another slice. Cuz I know you want another slice.”

Whew! Home free, at least for now. You knew your nightly routine would at least give you some time away from him to think. Of course you’d tell him, eventually, but you knew Erik’s past too well to pretend that you weren’t fearful of what he’d do. You’d never be able to erase the sound of the guy's jaw breaking because he put his hands on you at the club when you first started dating. Or the time he threatened your old boss's life and family for overworking his ‘princess’ when you started having panic attacks because of your job. You weren’t at all scared of him, but you were scared of how this news would set him back.

You emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and wearing Erik’s shirt, to find him perched on the corner of your enormous bed, cake in hand and staring at you. You playfully walked towards him planting yourself in between his legs.

“Can I have a piece?”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ll just go get my own.”

“I ate it all before I came upstairs.”

“You better be lying.”

He wasn’t budging and you could tell his patience was starting to wane.

“Fine! Since you refuse to drop this.” You hesitated, backing away from him, bracing yourself for impact, but quickly decided to go another route. You walked to the closet and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from where you kept your extra tampons. He joked with you once that he’d be willing to buy them for you, but after that, you were on your own.

“I made us reservations for tomorrow night. I was going to give this to you then, but you’re so impatient.”

You handed over the box with a huge smile on your face, the giddiness now starting to set in.

Erik looked down at the box and back towards you, rubbing your thigh slowly.

“Well, open, open!”

He chuckled, finding your sudden excitement amusing. “Oh I’m the impatient one?”

He finally opened the box and pulled out a black dog tag necklace with the word ‘Baba’ inscribed on one side and a fingerprint on the other. Erik stared at the necklace in awe. When he finally looked up, he had tears in his eyes, which always made you full on cry.

“Happy Birthday! I’m pregnant. This is your father's fingerprint. I had Nakia do some digging to…”

Before you could get another word out, Erik’s lips were attached to yours. He lifted you off your feet bridal style and placed you on the bed as if moving too fast would break you. Erik made love to you as if it were the first time. Covering every inch of your body with attention to make sure you knew how appreciative he was of the best gift he could have ever asked for.

-------

You laid on your husband's chest, tracing his scars while his fingers made lazy circles along your stomach.

“How long have you known?”

“A few weeks.”

“Damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”

You smiled because him admitting it meant he was finally back.

“E…” You sat up, gathering the sheet around yourself to face him.

“What’s up?”

“Is it hot in here? Wow, i’m sweating.” You jumped up suddenly wrapped in the sheet to go open the window. Now pacing…Erik sat up fully and gave you a minute to process whatever the hell you refused to spit out from earlier.

“Y/N, talk to me.”

“Ok, Erik, listen. Before I tell you anything, I want you to remember that you’re about to be a father. And before I needed you but now it’s your family that needs you. You hear the difference there? We’re a family. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon so now that you know I want you to come so you can meet the doctor and get used to…”

In his usual sleath-like manor, Erik had hoped out of bed to stop you from pacing. Once you finally turned around, you were face to chest with him. He lightly grabbed your chin and raised an inquisitive brow. You took a deep breath and finally blurted it out! By the time you finished recounting the story, Erik’s jaw was locked and his body frozen. At this point, you were sitting on the edge of the bed because, exhaustion.

“....I didn’t say anything earlier because you were so happy. Baby I hadn’t heard your laugh in such a long time. I also know how close the two of you used to be. I’m so sorry.”

Hearing that brought your husband back out of his daze. He knelt in front of you making sure your eyes were locked with his.

“Y/N, listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me? You’re my whole world..” Touching your stomach, “Tonight you’ve managed to make that world even better. That nigga violated my trust and made you feel less than in your own body, in our house...f**k no.”

Erik was eerily calm. The man you knew would’ve been dressed at the part of the story with the handshake and in front of Malik’s house with you on speaker by the time you said, “...touched by ass.”

Instead, with a kiss to your forehead, he made the choice to lay back down. “It’s all good baby, let’s get some sleep.”

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The next day you awoke to an empty bed. You got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find Erik in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning beautiful.”

This was always one of your favorite sights. You stood behind him, wrapping him in a hug while he plated the cheese eggs and breathed him in.

“It’s your birthday Erik. I should be cooking for you.”

“Please...besides your doctor called and had to push your appointment up by an hour so eat up quick! I don’t wanna be late.”

You watched him run upstairs, still wondering who the hell this new guy was and what he did with Erik “the colonizers can kiss mine” Stevens.

He came back down, keys in hand, dog tag on next to his father's ring, sneakers and glasses on. Damn you loved when he wore those glasses. That’s probably how you got pregnant in the first place.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…” You put your plate in the dishwasher and grabbed your bag, walking towards the hallway with him.

“Baby? About our conversation last night. You’re not gonna do anything crazy are you?”

“Oh, you mean Malk?”

“Yes, Erik, that’s what I'm talking about”

“It’s already handled.”

“Erik...what did you do?! Didn’t we discuss this? FAMILY. BABY. Us NEEDING you to not get locked up or worse.”

“Relax, Y/N. I didn’t do anything personally.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief, but he wasn’t quite done. “...let’s just say no one will see him anywhere, EVER...AGAIN.”

“E! You can’t just go offing people at every whim, even if you do hire someone else to take care of it for you. That’s not what I meant.”

“Baby steps, ma. Baby steps.”

#erik stevens x reader #Erik killmonger x Reader #erik x reader #blacklove #marvel universe #reelwriter19 #oneshot #birthday #black panther

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thadelightfulone · 3 years

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 18

December 18th - Part 3

Erik sat back and observed DeeDee as she finished her gumbo. She wiped her mouth with a napkin. They shared a smile. When it was genuine, it reached to the eyes and lifted their full cheeks. When she looked over at him, he saw the same big bright eyes behind her glasses that he always saw when looking at Miss Carrie.

He could see the familial resemblance between them now. And after seeing Miss Carrie after so many years, he could see exactly what DeeDee would look like in about 50 years. He smiled at the thought of waking up to an aged like fine wine DeeDee.

“What?” DeeDee asked.

“Huh, oh. It’s nothing.” Erik took a sip of his drink.

“Not true. You have been staring at me for the last five minutes.”

“Ok, you caught me. I was just noticing how much you look like Miss Carrie.” He set his drink down. “I don’t think I would have ever put that together.”

“Oh yeah, she’s my twin. Or so I’m told.” DeeDee shrugged, “I just see Mama so I don’t pay it much attention.”

“Girl, you gonna stop downplaying what I passed on to you.” Miss Carrie said as she dropped off two more plates. She looked at Erik. “You still like Red Velvet?”

“Yes ma’am- Miss Carrie. You would swear I still come in here every week? How do you do that?” He pulled the plate with the red velvet cake towards him.

“There are just some people and things you remember, baby.” She collected their bowls, “You need anything else?”

“I think we are good Mama.” DeeDee glanced at Erik who was already shoveling bites of cake into his mouth, “Maybe one to go?”

“Sure thing, suga. I’ll leave it in the kitchen, you can pick it up when you leave.”

Miss Carrie left the table and DeeDee reached for her piece of 7-up pound cake. Her hand met Erik’s as she tugged the plate towards her.

“Excuse me. You have your dessert.” She smacked his hand, “This one is mine.”

“But, I want to try some.”

“Then you could ask politely.”

“May I have a bite?”

DeeDee eyed him.

“Please.”

“Nah, you good with your cake. You don’t need any more.”

“Come on, Dr. DeeDee. Please.” Erik pouted.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You gonna deprive me of some cake?”

DeeDee covered her mouth to try and stifle her giggle. Erik noticed her movements.

“Oh, you are nasty, Miss DeeDee.” He brushed her hand away from the plate, “I was only talking about what is on this table.”

DeeDee grabbed her cup.

Erik took his fork and cut into her piece of cake. He savored the bite, then moaned as he swallowed. “But if you are as sweet as this, then I mean I want a bite of that as well.”

DeeDee choked on her iced tea.

“You good?” Erik patted her on the back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

DeeDee held her hand up as she tried to get her breathing under control. It took a few moments and a short coughing fit, but she was ok. She picked up her fork and jabbed him in the hand.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“You know what that was for?” She lowered her voice, “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Oh, you thought I would only make those statements online or over the phone.” He sat back and laughed, “Nah, this is me, sweetheart.”

“I see why you wouldn’t want anyone to call you Doctor anymore.” She pulled the cake back in front of her. “You are awful.” She tried to hide her smile.

“If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop.” Erik turned his whole body towards her.

DeeDee picked up her fork and cut a piece, “I never said I didn’t like it.” She popped the bite into her mouth and licked the end of the fork.

Erik’s eyes went wide and he picked up his drink, “You better stop that.”

“Or what?”

He took a sip and put his glass down. “If we were anywhere else, I would make you pay for that.”

“Pay me back? I am only giving you a taste of your own medicine.” She waved the fork at him, “You are a walking tease. Do people know this about you?”

“It is only meant for certain people to see or know.” Erik winked at her.

DeeDee’s cheeks heated up at his comment and she looked away from him.

“Exactly. So, as long as you know where you stand -- you getting all this attention, girl.”

“I see that.” DeeDee closed her eyes.

Erik grabbed her hand in both of his. “DeeDee, look at me.”

She turned towards him.

“If I am coming on too strong, you’ll let me know, right?” He caressed the top of her hand, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

DeeDee nodded at him, “We wouldn’t be here, if I was. Trust, I kind of knew you were a handful and much more comfortable being so -” she waved her free hand, “open than me. But I do enjoy that part.” She maneuvered her hand so that she could hold his. “I like the simple, too.”

“I’ll dial it back,” he squeezed her hand, “for now.”

Erik licked his lips at her and DeeDee shook her head at him.

She reached for his fork and cut another piece of her cake and fed it to him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

---

Erik watched as DeeDee left the table to go to the kitchen.

“So, my great-grandbaby, huh?” Miss Carrie’s smiling voice came from beside him.

“She is wonderful.”

“That she is. But you know what I mean.”

Erik nodded, “She found the note, Miss Carrie.”

“NO. Really?” She slid into the booth beside him.

“It’s actually how we met.”

“I thought you said Quis introduced you two.”

“She went in search of the note writer and it led her to Quis. He told me someone was looking for me for my expertise. Then I get this email from DeeDee telling me she found my note in the textbook.”

“Well, I’ll be. Who would have thought? You finally put into words what you wanted, and she showed up.”

“Yeah, who would have thought.” He wrapped his arm around her, “So, how are you? Are things ok?”

She tapped the hand on her shoulder, “I’m fine baby. Things have picked up again and I have been able to expand a bit.” She sighed, “I never did thank you for helping me out.”

“It’s not necessary. I couldn’t let anything happen to this place. It’s home.”

“Home. But you never come and visit?”

“I deserve that. Quis got on me for that, too.”

“Had you visited,” she looked straight ahead at DeeDee, “You would have found her a lot sooner.”

Erik laughed, “But I don’t think I would have been ready for her. Not like I am now.”

“Good answer.” Miss Carrie stood up, “Hey baby, you get all that I set aside?”

“Mama, I just said some extra cake.” She held up two bags of food. “You gave the man a whole meal including an entire cake.”

“And he will still be back in here before he leaves. What’s your point?”

“Did I , at least, get some slices of cake?”

“Yup, it’s the container on top of his cake.”

“So, what’s the damage?” Erik pulled out his wallet.

“Boy, if you think,” Miss Carrie pulled out her spoon. “You both are asking for it.”

“You heard the lady. Let’s go before we both get beat.” DeeDee leaned over and gave her great grandmother a kiss. “See you soon, Mama.”

“Alright baby. You two, be safe.” She hugged her, “And congratulations, Dr. Chabert.”

DeeDee smiled, “Thank you, Mama.”

Erik grabbed DeeDee’s purse, stood up, and gave Miss Carrie a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, Miss Carrie.”

“You know you are always welcome here. Now, don’t be a stranger and come see me before you go back to California.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Erik let DeeDee walk ahead of him as they headed towards the front of the restaurant.

Miss Carrie watched as they left and stuck her hands in the pocket of her apron. She shook her head and pulled the cash out, “That damn boy.”

---

They arrived back at DeeDee’s apartment. Erik carried all the bags inside as DeeDee opened the door.

“Do you want me to keep your food? I know that little mini fridge ain’t gonna cut it.”

“Yeah, you right. But that’s not why I want to keep it here.”

He followed DeeDee into the kitchen.

She looked at him as she removed all the containers from the bags.

“You don’t need a reason to come over, if you just ask.”

Erik stood back as DeeDee laid everything on the counter. “Is that red beans and rice?” He reached for it.

She slapped his hand, “Stop that.” She moved it away from him, “You would eat all this food tonight, if you could.”

“Yeah, I would.” He looked down. “It’s been a long time since I have had some good southern cooking. And your great-grandma’s is the BEST!!!”

“Oh, you can let that shit go now.”

“Oooop, did I hit a nerve Little Miss DeeDee?” He walked around the island to stand beside her.

“Shooo,” DeeDee stood in front of the fridge. “Let me put this all away. I don’t trust you not to do something.”

“Wow, really? I was just gonna help you.”

She pointed to the other side of the island, “You had a perfect view from over there.”

“So, you are gonna shake a lil something for me?”

DeeDee shook her head and picked up some food containers and put them in her fridge. She stood up straight the whole time while reorganizing items inside to make room for the new ones. She turned around and saw Erik posted on the island, just watching her.

“What, man?”

“You, woman.”

DeeDee stopped moving the food to her fridge.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You’re finally in front of me.” He used his hands to outline her, “In all your glory. I just can’t believe you have been hiding from me.”

“Excuse you. But I was not hiding from you. You just happened to see me in my normal everyday attire.”

“Hoodies and yoga pants or sweats?” Erik crossed his arms over his chest, “The lies.”

“Nope, that is my normal clothes around the house. We all don’t run around wearing nothing just because we live alone.”

“One time and you won’t let me live.”

“Absolutely not.” She leaned back on the fridge, “I was minding my little business and made the decision to give you a call. Only for you to visually assault me when you answered.”

“Visual assault? That’s cute. Especially when I could see the flush on your face when you came back on screen.” He dropped his arms, “Tell me I’m lying.”

“Listen, I was not expecting to see all of that. Just your face and shoulders max, ya know.” She moved forward and hip checked him, “Excuse me, I need to put this away.”

Erik barely moved from the bump, but he side-stepped out of her way. “Well, can I at least have another piece of cake before you put it away?”

“Yeah, the desserts are still on the counter.” DeeDee reached up for a plate. “Here you go. The utensils are over there.” She pointed to the other side, near the stove.

Erik took the plate and opened the container with some 7-up cake inside. He grabbed a fork and put a piece on his plate. He closed it up and moved behind the counter.

DeeDee finished up putting away the food and took out a small container. She grabbed another plate and a bowl. She went to the sink, dumped the container and rinsed it off. Then she turned back to the counter, and grabbed a slice of cake.

“Of course, you took some of mine.” DeeDee dumped some raspberries on her plate and set the bowl down.

“I thought what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine?”

“We aren’t there yet.”

“Yet? So, you see it too?”

DeeDee stuffed her mouth with cake and fruit, then shrugged.

“Alright, you gonna answer that one of these days.” Erik took his plate to the sink and washed it off.

He watched her continue to eat, and popped a few raspberries into his mouth. He looked at his watch.

“So, what time am I picking you up to go to the Christmas Festival tomorrow?”

DeeDee swallowed and set her fork down, “Oh, I always meet Dr. O and his family at his place then we carpool from there.”

“Always, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s been a tradition for the last few years since a lot of my cousins thought they were too old to go. I ran into them one year and joined them.”

“That’s sweet.” He walked over to her. “So, then I guess I will see you tomorrow at Marquis’.”

DeeDee inhaled his scent as he moved in close. “Yeah, tomorrow.” She took his hand and walked him to her door. “Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.”

He swung their hands together, “I’m glad to hear that. I’m here until next Saturday, so maybe we can do it again.”

“Just say you want to see my great-grandma again, next time.” She pouted.

He dragged his thumb against her bottom lip, “What did I tell you about pouting?”

“You don’t like when I do it.”

“No, you don’t have to do that around me.” He lifted her chin so that she looked directly at him. “I can see Miss Carrie at any time. Besides, Dr. Bell’s retirement, I am here for you, DeeDee.”

She closed her eyes.

“I know you know that.” He removed his hand from her chin and grabbed her other hand.

“I do.”

“So, understand that I am trying to spend as much time as I possibly can with you.” He rubbed the backs of her hands, “Okay?”

DeeDee slowly opened her eyes, “Yeah. I understand.”

“I’ll let you know when I get back to my hotel.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Good night.”

He released her hands to open the door, and left.

DeeDee walked over to her chair and dropped into it. “Is this what love feels like?”

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dashhoney25 · 4 years

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The millions of nerve endings in your body were intensified by the sensation as the neurons in your brain attempted to register the exhilarating dual stimulation. Your tipsy eyes fluttered as your mouth formed a permanent “O”. Sensual moans filled the room as your eyes struggled to stay focused on the scandalous site before you. With your body in her arms while she held the back of your thighs by your ears, Erik pounded away at your hidden desire as your toes curled to the ceiling. Your head fell back into her chest, looking up to see her smiling at you seductively. Biting your bottom lip, she leaned down to kiss you, tongue wrestling with you while you caressed her neck. Low grunts ensued between you as she bit your lip in between kisses. Still holding your legs for support, she lowered your right leg onto Erik’s shoulder and wrapped her hands around you to pleasure your clit, teasing you.

“Mhmmm” you let out pulling away from the kiss. Grinning in delight, she licked the right side of your neck, sucking it passionately, moving her hand from your clit to your hardened nipples. “Fuck” you breathed out. Still stroking away, Erik’s eyes fell on the two of you as you turned your head to kiss her. Erik bit his bottom lip and raised his brow enjoying the sight. “You know you gotta share right?” He interjected. She pulled away from you, “Sorry” she grinned looking at Erik. “Now where were we?” Erik asked as he watched her move to the back of the bed. Your eyes fell on him and he entered your roughly, kissing you hungrily as he laid your body into the bed. Your hands made a mess of his dreads as your body was building up momentum to his harsh strokes, yanking your body up behind all of his power. You were feeling the impact of 9 inches of hard dick repeatedly stretching your pussy out indefinitely. Clawing at Erik’s back as his dick massages your tight folds, it made you even wetter knowing that you had an audience; an attractive one at that watching you.

You’d never been involved in a situation like this, especially not sober. You’d never been with a woman, not even a simple kiss. Your straight laced demeanor and good girl image was tainted tonight with the aid of liquid courage, and a strong milk chocolate man to guide you down this seductive charade of a rabbit hole; leaving your inhibitions up to free will. Standing 5’4 with caramel skin, her curves were immaculate whether heaven sent or Dr. Miami gifted her silhouette was alluring. Her perfectly crafted body consisted of tattoos in various locations, but the tattoo that was most appealing was the butterfly on her right ass cheek. Your eyes landed on her as Erik folded your body to his comfort, penetrating your swollen nub incessantly while kissing your body. Pulling at the covers you couldn’t contain your moans, arching your back you pulled her foot by mistake causing you to get a better view. With her pearl exposed, she was in fact getting off to watching you and Erik get it on in front of her. She caressed her naked body roughly, hastily rubbing her clit as fast as she could to reach her peak. This alone peaked your curiosity. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, a physical representation of what self pleasure embodied, with Erik continuously stuffing himself inside of you, your body erupted an intense orgasm that rocked your body with conviction.

Unknowingly, the three of you came together in unison coming down from a high. Erik removed himself from you and walked away to the bathroom. She on the other hand, climbed on top of you, straddled you, and ran her hands through your hair caressing your face, kissing you passionately. Not thinking twice, your hands landed on her back, traveling down to her waist, and lastly a firm grip to her ass; cupping her tattoo. You couldn’t get enough of this feeling, feeling her smile against your lips in between kisses. She managed to flick at your clit, evoking soft whimpers from your lips. “Good girl”, her sultry voice let out. Within minutes, she found your sweet spot, that sensual spot that only Erik could touch, she found what made you gush instantly. With a quick squeeze of your clit and a bite to your nipple, a puddle ensued underneath as a result of endless pleasure. Erik walked in with a pair of joggers on with a smirk on his face, watching how you looked at her smiling, he couldn’t believe that his plan went off without a hitch. Though he was happy, he was growing quite jealous of the bond you two were forming. Clearing his throat, you two looked at him and she removed herself from your lap. “I see you’ve shown her a good time” Erik stated. “I hope so” she said getting out of bed, winking at you. She threw on her lingerie, dress and heels and headed for the door. Erik followed her to the door handing her a wad of money. You two locked eyes for a moment before she walked out the door.

Getting out of bed, I threw on my black silk robe as Erik walked over to the bar cart. Erik fixed a shot glass of Don Julio and handed it to me. Taking it, I scrunched my face at him. “Let me get mine” he stated as he poured himself a shot. “To a great night!” Erik stated as his shot glass collided with mine. Taking the shot, my face scrunched in disgust and I got out of bed and placed the empty shot glass on the bar cart. I opened the screen door and stood out on the rooftop. Motioning for Erik to come to me, I placed my arms around his neck, looking in his eyes as he held my waist. “Who would’ve thought huh?” He questioned. “Thought what?” I asked smiling. “That you’d be so be so ‘free’, didn’t think you had it in you” he chuckled smacking my ass. I rolled my eyes “It was just the liquor, I don’t get down like that” I replied looking away, ashamed to say the least. Erik lifted my chin to get my attention “It’s okay.” He smiled revealing his dimples. “It’s okay to admit you like pussy on occasions. I mean, you could’ve fooled me, shorty was definitely feeling you” Erik teased. You pulled away from him annoyed that he was amused at your newfound hidden treasure. “Don’t be like that Noelle, I’m just talking” he says walking towards me. “How’d you know I’d go through with it anyway?” You asked. “I didn’t. But, after spending so much time with you, I figured you’d be the type to try something at least once” he admitted. You scoffed in displeasure. “Erik!” I objected. “I like this new you way better. Remember when we met that night at the club? You had just gotten off work, you were upset about a submission being rejected and you talked to me the entire night at the bar about it. And ever since then, and every night after, you’ve spent thrilling nights with me” he consoled, walking behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Damn you still remember that?” I questioned with a smile to my face, not realizing how much Erik really pays attention to you. “How could I forget Elle? You were too drunk to drive home. I didn’t feel comfortable with you leaving in an Uber that night. You threw up in the front seat of my Maserati. You cried the whole way to my place insisting you’d buy me a new car” Erik laughed. “I haven’t been able to get rid of your stuck up ass since!” He said with a kiss to my cheek. Turning to meet his gaze I toyed with his dreads as we shifted around the rooftop under the night sky. “Never thought you’d be the type to go for a girl in corporate anyway.” You admitted. “It’s a kink of mine, a fantasy of some sort” he embellished. “Shut up!” I replied hitting him in the chest. Our moment of laughter subsided as silence fell upon us. Exhaling I couldn’t believe that I had been so lucky to have met such a perfect man. Erik was edgy, he could be a romantic but he’d make you work for it. Erik was a businessman, and part time trainer. In my eyes he was a jack of all trades, the perfect catch to my damsel in distress facade.

“I need to tell you something” Erik interrupted, “Whats up?” I asked. “I’ve gotta go out of town tomorrow for a business trip” he said. “For how long?” I asked rubbing his arms. Erik looked at me uneasy, “3 weeks” he said. My eyes widened “Erik! Come on, you promised you wouldn’t be away like this anymore!” I whined, walking away from him. “I know, I know baby but duty calls” Erik said taking my hand. “The last time you were gone for a month, and I couldn’t take it” I said pulling away, walking back into the penthouse.

“Why would you spring it on me like this so sudden?!” I questioned. “Because, if I would’ve told you ahead of time, you wouldn’t have come out tonight! I know how you get when I leave” he huffed. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms in my chest, “Can you blame me?!” I asked. “Yeah I can, because if the shoe were on the other foot I would be by your side on your last day!” Erik argued. “Baby, who’s gonna pay for this penthouse? My Maserati? What about that diamond necklace around your neck? You know I gotta work” Erik continued. “I have my own money Erik. I don’t care if you buy me expensive things” I snapped, removing my black silk robe.

“You know I want my baby in the best there is. Don’t do me like that.” Erik concluded. Ignoring his comment I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. My feelings were shaken over the fact that Erik was leaving tomorrow, and he’s just now telling me. We’ve had such a great day but I feel like such a fool for involving myself in a scandalous situation with a beautiful stranger. To top it off, what am I supposed to do now knowing that my coming nights will be spent lonely and uneventful without his touch?

As the water cascaded down my body, my thoughts were interrupted by a cool breeze in the shower. “Couldn’t wait for me?” Erik asked playfully joining me. I glared at him and proceeded to apply the shower gel to my pouf under the water. “Let me get that for you” he said taking the pouf from my hand, forming bubbles with his hands, and applying the pouf to my body, cleaning me. “You know you can’t stay mad at me all night Princess” Erik smiled, grabbing my waist with one arm continuing to lather my body with the bubbly pouf.

“I’m not with that Princess shit tonight. I should’ve known something was up. You always get extra sweet with me when you’re about to leave Erik!” I snapped. Erik stopped bathing me, “Noelle there’s gonna be times where we’re not going to see each other and it’s okay. It’s just three weeks, stop actin’” Erik snapped. I snatched the pouf out of his hands and stood under the water, finishing my shower. “Whatever Erik. You just make sure you don’t give me a reason to pull up” I remarked, now rinsing my body.

“Pull up? Who are you?” Erik said gruffly walking over to me. His hand met the side of my face, gently caressing it “Don’t tempt me Princess” he warned flashing his gold grills. The way he looked at me, it lit a fire inside of my body. I couldn’t help but get turned on at his aggressive demeanor. Without a doubt, Erik always kept his word and I need not ask questions. “I’ll do what I have to do. Don’t be out here embarrassing me” I replied stepping away from him, exiting the shower. I dried off and massaged my skin in coconut body oil. I walked into Erik’s closet and grabbed a t-shirt to sleep in. Climbing into bed, I grabbed my phone and noticed I had an Instagram DM from someone named “Lex 🦋” I was tempted to check it, but decided not to considering my time is now limited with Erik. Locking my phone I placed my phone back on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers waiting for him to get out of the shower.

Erik walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. He grabbed my bottle of coconut oil and massaged it into his skin. Erik sat on the bed in front of me, handing me the bottle “Do you mind?” He questioned with a quick shake of his dreads. I giggled as the droplets of water hit against my skin. Squiring oil into my hands I massaged the the oil into Erik’s strong back and shoulders. My hands caressed his neck I slowly leaned against his back with my arms wrapped around his neck. “I don’t like fighting with you” I whispered. “Neither do I” he replied lowly. There was something tender about this moment as I embraced Erik. This would be our second time apart and quite frankly, the more time I spent with him, the more attached I’ve become.

Erik pulled me into his lap and stared at me. “I’m doing what I gotta do for us. Don’t ever think that I’m not keeping you in mind. Hopefully I won’t have to be away like this for much longer” he said before kissing me. I wrapped arms around his neck deepening the kiss as my tongue invaded his lips gladly accepting my offer. Breaking the kiss, Erik leaned down and grabbed the bottle of coconut oil and placed it on the nightstand. Leaving his embrace, I crawled into bed and turned off the lamp on the nightstand on my side of the bed. Erik stood to his feet as the towel dropped from his body and climbed into bed hovering over me.

“I hate it when you’re mad at me” he whispered kissing my forehead. My hands caressed his face and I placed soft kisses to his lips. Lifting the shirt over my head, Erik buried his face into my chest, placing soft kisses and love marks on my nipples. Low groans left my lips as I watched his kisses trail down to my warm center. Grinning, Erik stuck his tongue out playfully licking the outside of my nub anticipating my reaction. I couldn’t help but cackle loudly at his childish behavior. “Oh come on!” I laughed. My laughter was soon replaced with moans as Erik’s tongue separated my folds. My bottom lip tucked between my lips, all I could do was hiss at the sensation that his tongue provided to my clit. Erik wasn’t afraid to get messy, his hands pried my lips back to reveal my succulent, swollen clit. My breathing became hitched as his tongue zig zagged, and flickered against me while he sucked me dry. My sensitive nerve endings triggered a lightning bolt sensation in my left leg as he inserted three fingers inside my tight hole. “Fuckkk!” I groaned as my back arched. I was strokes away from creaming all over this man. With the combination of sucking, licking and pounding to my pussy, Erik’s technique was unmatched, he sent an earth shattering orgasm to my body causing my body to contort in angles.

Erik hovered over me smiling, his lips were juicy from my folds. Sitting up on my elbows I pulled him into a kiss to taste myself. Moaning on his lips, I was now ready for a dick down. Placing my feet on his shoulders, Erik lined himself up at my entrance. Slowly, he filled me, but I was greedy and I wanted as much as my pussy could muster. Before I could utter a word, Erik plunged into me causing me to gasp. The surprise to my body resulted in a slick smile. “Freaky ass” Erik cooed. “For you daddy” i remarked seductively. To Erik, Daddy was the code word for Say Less, and before I knew it his dick took me to heights unknown and my pussy took every stroke with pleasure. Dick like this was a privilege to receive, a gift I dare not take for granted. Erik made sure that I wouldn’t forget this night, this dick, or anymore moments hereafter. I don’t think there would be any luck in saving these sheets, the amount of times I’ve squirted and accepted his seed, were endless. My cries could’ve been heard all over LA tonight and I didn’t care as long as I was with him.

The drive to your luxury condo was silent. After such an eventful night, there wasn’t anything else left to say. Asking Erik to stay wasn’t an option. You were never the type to come between a man and his money, but something pulled on your heart strings that something about this business trip was off. This would be the second time that Erik would tell you last minute that he was going away. It was too early and too soon to insist that this is just how Erik is, or if the business trip was a spur of the moment thing from his job. Whatever it is, you hoped he was right, maybe it would be over soon and you two would never be apart again.

Erik pulled into the driveway and grabbed your bag for you. Walking you inside he placed your bag on the couch and stared at you. “Come on Noelle, I don’t wanna be late. Come kiss me goodbye” he said standing there looking lonely. You glared at him, still upset. You made a pitiful stride over to Erik and wrapped your arms around him. “Come here Princess” he spoke softly against your ear pulling you into a kiss. His hands roamed your ass with a good squeeze. He looked in your eyes and smiled, “I promise I won’t be gone long.” He said with another kiss. “Call Lex to keep you company until I get back.” He smirked. “That was a one time thing” you whined rolling your eyes feeling a tantrum coming on. “You have my permission, it’ll make the time pass by. It’ll make you think about me while I’m away” he encouraged pulling you back into his embrace. Lifting your chin to him Erik kissed you passionately. “And whatever you two get into while I’m away, you better FaceTime me that shit” he chuckled. You groaned in annoyance, “I just want you to have some fun while I’m away. You’ll always be mine, so don’t give my shit to nobody else but her, if you must. So when I get back I can show you who’s the King around here” Erik teased seductively kissing you again. “But I gotta go, I’ll call you when I land Princess” Erik says with a final kiss goodbye.

As the door closed behind him, loneliness began to settle in. These past 5 weeks have been been phenomenal and now you hadn’t a clue of what to do with yourself. You walked over to the door and locked it and pulled your phone out of your pocket to call your homegirl Remi. It’s been a while since you two have spoken considering your hectic work schedules and your nightly rendezvous with Erik, you seemed to have neglected your best friend. Unbeknownst to Remi, she wasn’t quite up to speed on your love life let alone your newfound hidden secret.

As you and Remi talked on the phone, you connected your iPhone to your AirPods to multitask on your phone. You pulled up Instagram and decided to respond back to the DM from Lex 🦋. Scrolling through pictures it was quite clear that this was the beautiful stranger from last night. Replying to her DM made you nervous as your thoughts ran wild thinking about last night. Your thoughts were interrupted by Remi yelling at you, she hated when she felt she was being ignored. Remi was the total opposite of you, you were reserved and a bit of an introvert. You had a type A personality whereas Remi was outgoing and very blunt.

Remi was the epitome of a social butterfly, she knew no stranger and will tell it like it is if she had to. Not to mention she would fuck a bitch up if a bitch got crazy. Calming Remi down reassuring her that you were listening to her story, you decided to take Erik up on his offer. You didn’t want to speak too soon and tell him, but maybe this would get your mind off of him being away for now.. you decided to be bold and exchanged numbers with Lex, minutes later as the conversation continued you dropped location for her to pull up. Placing your phone on the coffee table you continued talking to Remi through your AirPods while you poured yourself a glass of wine. Remi always joked with you saying you were too boujee for liquor, she hated coming to your condo knowing you only had wine to drink. You two began to debate over which alcoholic beverage would give you the biggest buzz comparing brown vs white and then liquor vs wine. Before you knew it a shouting match ensured followed by a lot of cackling.

A knock came to the door, interrupting your conversation “Hold on Rem, there’s someone at the door” you say still holding your glass of wine. “Girl it’s probably the neighbors, you know you don’t have company!” Remi joked. “Shut up heffa” you reply unlocking the door keeping the chain on the door. There she was, Lex 🦋 . Your heart skipped a beat. “Um Rem, I think there’s something going on with the neighbors. Lemme call you back sis” you say “Stay outta other folks business!” Remi yells.

Double tapping the AirPod you hung up on Remi and placed the buds in your pocket. “Just a second” you call out. Closing the door quickly, you undid the chain lock on your door and opened the door to let her in. “Erik said I’d be hearing from you” she said walking in. Closing and locking the door behind her, you took a sip of wine and smiled. “Would you like a glass?” You asked.

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dreamingofmilk · 4 years

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Sugar Babe Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Erik prepare for your upcoming trip.

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

Chapter 1

Erik smiled brightly as soon as the words left your lips. A small groan slipped out from between them, so fleeting you almost didn’t catch it.

“Never thought it would turn me on to hear that.” He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall.

You balked immediately, “What are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-” Erik cut you off.

“Yeah we will get them in a sec. First we have to get you an engagement ring and two wedding bands for us to wear during the trip.” Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size.

“Uhhhh bet you like that one.” Erik pointed at the one ring that you had your eye on. It freaked you out that Eric always knew exactly what you wanted. Were you that predictable, or was he just that good?

“Very good choices sir, I can have everything prepared for you by tomorrow.”

Erik shook his head, his body instinctively straightening. You knew that stance very well. This was the Erik that appeared during board meetings and negotiations. He was direct, but incredibly intimidating. Anytime this side of Erik showed up he always got what he wanted.

Erik waved his hand at the clerk, “I need these done within the next 6 hours. Make any additional charges necessary. Money is no object.”

The clerk cleared his throat, “Sir, you must know how busy we can be, we have other orders with higher priority at the moment. I cannot keep that timeline.”

Erik walked closer to the clerk, leaning over the counter slightly. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the exact look he was giving the man behind the counter. Eyes scanning, looking for every weak spot they could find, anything they could exploit or bend to his will. Mouth smirking, like he already knew he won, but was enjoying the game.

You hated to admit it, but this Erik was your favorite. There was something so sexy about a man who could always get what he wanted. Erik was an incredibly smart man, but a lot of people underestimated his intelligence just the same. The man was a certified genius, both in his field, and with reading people as well. There’s never been a negotiation that didn’t go in his favor. He always knew what to say or do to get the outcome he wanted. And his ability to read people and their deepest desires helped tremendously.

“Consider this order your highest priority. Make any charges necessary. I will be back here in 6 hours and if the rings are not complete I will take my business to someone who can satisfy my time requirements.”

And there was the voice. Sharp, yet smooth. Light enough that anyone around him wouldn’t think anything of it, but the clerk definitely knew this was a threat, one that was anything but empty. You knew Erik well enough to know that he would switch stores just to prove a point. And you also knew there was no way the clerk was going to turn down an order with that many zeros in it.

The clerk lowered his head slightly, his defeat clear as day. Erik raised his chin, the smirk only widening as he reveled in his victory.

“My apologies, sir. I will ensure your order is ready within the allotted time. We always appreciate your business.”

Erik nodded, “Thank you.” And sauntered out of the store without another word. You gave the clerk an apologetic glance as you followed him out.

Once you passed the threshold, you grabbed Erik’s wrist. “Was that really necessary? I could have just picked up the rings tomorrow.”

Erik grabbed your shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. “Y/N, what do you think that man was telling me when he said we’d have to wait until tomorrow?”

You hesitated, but eventually spoke your mind. “That we would have to wait our turn like everyone else.”

He tsked, brushing your hair away from your face. “That’s not quite right. You have to read between the lines. Do you think he would have said the same thing if a celebrity or politician made the exact same order at the exact same time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, but that’s different. They’re important.”

“And are we not important?” Erik raised an eyebrow, his eyes trapping yours. “Are you not important?” The sunlight hit them perfectly, and they looked like pools of molten chocolate, rich and smooth. Erik blinked slowly and the spell over you dissipated.

“That’s what they want you to think. That you are not as important as those people, but why not? I’m just as rich, if not more, and just as famous. But because I don’t play ball or rap he was underestimating me, and all I did was call his bluff. I can’t stand being underestimated.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried. “Everything isn’t a board meeting Erik.”

Erik laughed, stroking your cheek once more before straightening. “Life is one big board meeting sweetheart. Especially as a black man.” He held his hand out for you. “Now let’s finish up here.”

The two of you made your way to the suit store where Erik picked up his suits. He eyed you as you waited for the suits to come out.

“What?” You asked him. Erik smiled.

“I know you wanted to spend the next two days helping me prepare for the trip, but now I need you to prepare for the trip as well.”

“What do I need to prepare for? I just have to pack a bag. And I’m good.” You respond.

“Well that would be true if you were traveling as my assistant but you’re not. You’re joining me as my wife. And my wife needs to do a good bit of things before we leave for the trip.” Erik said as he stepped closer to you.

“Like what?” You asked incredulously.

“I really don’t want to argue with you, I just need it done.” His voice was deep as he warned you.

You rolled your eyes before shrugging.

“Fine I won’t argue. What do I need to do before this trip?”

Erik grabbed your chin lightly, raising your eyes to meet his. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke. “Good girl, was that so hard? Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll give you a reason to roll them to the back of your head.”

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but once it did, your cheeks burned and you looked down at the floor, anywhere to not see the smug smirk he was giving you. Erik has always been a bit flirty, but this was a different level altogether. Your entire body clenched and released from his words alone.

Erik paid no mind to your reaction. “I need you to go get your nails done. Fingers and toes. Make it a spa day, facial, hair, whatever else you want. Just something so you don’t look so damn stressed like you always do.” You start to interrupt him, but the look on his face tells you he’s not finished yet.

“After we pick up the suits we can go get new luggage, you can’t keep using the same beat up duffle bag for business trips like this. Then we have to go get you some new clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?!” You shriek, Erik escorts you out of the store and towards the store he wants to buy the luggage from.

“Nothing babygirl. You look great every day you come to work as my assistant, but for the last time you will be my wife. So you must dress like my wife.”

“And how does your wife dress Erik?” You roll your neck giving him the most attitude you could conjure. Erik smiled slowly backing you into a corner of the mall. His arms blocking you in as his lips brushed against your ear.

“You’re going to learn to cut the attitude baby girl. I’m not with it.”

You smiled innocently at him.

“And you’ve already learned that that’s not going to happen.” You pat his cheek gently and start to walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, his eyes running over your form.

“Alright you wanna be boss baby, I’ll play along for a while. That’s okay but these things are non negotiable for people to truly believe that you are my wife. It’s just a few new clothes.” Erik said.

“Yeah! And a spa day that I can’t afford!” You shout.

Erik chuckled and pulled out his wallet showing you the copious amounts of cash he had.

“We're going to the luggage spot together, I’mma pay for that. You already have my Amex card for the spa day and we are about to get you some new clothes. Stop acting like I don’t take care of mines.” Erik scoffed and walked ahead of you rounding the corner for the luggage store.

You rolled your eyes and followed him, this day was not shaping up at all how you imagined it to be.

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The next two days were a whirlwind. And it just could not and would not slow down. You were definitely freaking out because leaving your job to Gina was not your first pick and you let Erik know that.

He simply smiled and flicked your nose, cutely I might add, and told you not to worry.

Now the big bad wolf was on the phone with investors and he had to be his usual business self hours before your flight. Seeing business Erik pacing in your living room littered with clothes and suitcases, just stressed you out further. He looked like he didn’t belong, as if he was some model fresh out of one of your discarded magazines.

But the anger he spoke on the phone with sent you spiraling. You loved hearing Erik speak to investors, they always held such contempt for you on the phone but cowered in fear when Erik got wind of how they spoke to you.

You were supposed to be packing and he was supposed to be telling you what to pack from the loads of new clothes he bought you. But how could you focus with this Adonis standing in front of you. An Adonis that you are supposed to pretend to be married to.

You worried constantly the last two days that no one with two semi working eyes would believe that he would marry you.

“Why are you staring at me?” Erik smirked at you as he hung up his phone. He licked his lips as he checked you out.

“No reason. Okay big reason. There is no way anyone is going to believe that we are married. I mean neither of us even knows what a married couple acts like.”

Erik cocked his head as he stared at you.

“Okay so turn on YouTube so we can learn to be a married couple. The fuck you talking about?” Erik kisses his teeth and walks to your half empty suitcase. He continued placing your newly bought folded clothes into the new Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought you.

“I’m just saying look at you! Erik, you look amazing and put together no matter what happens. You handle everything so quickly and effectively. You’re so smart and capable of running this company. Who in their right mind would look at you and then see me and believe that we are together and have been married for the past three years? I’ll tell you. No one.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you ramble off.

“Honestly this right here is why I never approached you. I knew you well enough that you would pull some shit like this. That you would self sabotage because of some bullshit that society tells you.” Erik continued packing up another suitcase.

“I chose you because I trust you more than anyone else with company rules and policies. You’ve been in charge of so many projects because I know you have the leadership and management skills to get them done. I chose you to be my wife because your the smartest person I know and you look DAMN good in them fucking pencil skirts you wear. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who should or should not be my wife.” He slammed your second suitcase shut and moved on to your carry on bag.

“I can pack my own carry on.” You stood up slowly and approached him with your carry on items to put in the bag. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that others aren’t like you.”

“Yeah and they aren’t the CEO. I am.” He grabbed your hand as you finished packing your carry on. “The only thing that will alert people into knowing that we aren’t actually together is if you believe that we can’t.” He pulled you close to him, his heat and scent intoxicating. “Do I need to convince you that we can be together? That I want you?”

Yes.

Your knees buckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek then below your ear.

“No.” You place your hand on his chest and backed up.

Erik ran his gaze over you and bit his lip. He reached out to pull your body flush against his. His hands roamed your body freely, relishing in how you felt against him.

“You’re a terrible liar Y/N.” And with that he leaned down to run his tongue along the sweet spot on your neck. Then started sucking on your pulse point. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t hide your moan if you tried, the man’s mouth was gifted.

“Fuck.” You whimpered. Just as your knees were about to give out he pulled away and looked into your eyes, his hands sliding down your back to grab your ass.

“Y/N, you really have no idea how much I want you. If you were actually mine… the things I’d do to that fine ass body.” He shook his head, and you felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, low and deep. “You’re not ready for that conversation. Your scary ass couldn’t handle it.”

You bristled at the jab instinctively, your smart mouth couldn’t be contained. “I can handle anything Erik, you couldn’t handle me.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer. “Is that right?”

“Damn right it is.” You crossed your arms, bringing your face in as close to his as you could.

He rubbed his beard, then smirked. “I already told you I wasn’t going to put up with your attitude sweetheart. You’ve been talking out the side of your neck all day today. It’s time I put that ass in check. Let you get a taste of what you’re dealing with since you think I’m playing games with you.”

In the blink of an eye Erik turned you around and pushed you against the wall, your hands trapped in one of his above your head. He pushed into your body from behind, his hips lined up perfectly with yours. You could feel the hard bulge against your cheeks. Erik grabbed your hip with his free hand and gripped just hard enough to make you gasp. His lips moved to your ear and he whispered some of the dirtiest stuff you’ve ever heard.

“Think I can’t handle you huh? Baby girl you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about handling your thick ass. My mouth salivates at the thought of putting you in check. If you weren’t so damn scary I’d be balls deep in you right now. I’d pick your little bratty ass up and sit you on my dick until you fix your attitude. Keep playing with me and you’re gonna get yourself into some shit you aren’t ready for. I really don’t mind showing my wife that I need her.” He groaned as you shivered against him, your body responding to his words.

“Stop Erik. I need to get some sleep before the flight. Thank you for packing my bags for me, but I have a lot of stuff to get done and you’re distracting me.” You hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or how your body kept pushing back into him.

He pulled away, taking the heat of his body with him. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. Just make sure you come as the wife I know you can be. My partner.” He winks at you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let it be known though if you were mine…. I’d tear that ass up every night of this trip. I’ll see you tomorrow” He backed away from you while shaking his head. He opened your apartment door and walked out while shouting. “My wife fine as fuck!”

Well fuck, what could you possibly say to that?

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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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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Line Love

Having just set out a hop so fire, he still felt it, Erik crossed the square surrounded by various greek organizations in his green fatigues, tucked into his gold-sprayed military boots. His purple fitted tee with the golden symbol of the bruhs accentuated the gains he'd been working hard on, training day in and day out to build. Since crossing, he'd been the talk of the greeks as one of the best in his line. He was active and dedicated, but on top of that he was smooth.. sharp and precise. It was no wonder he'd been sought out for the kappas. Too bad his heart already beat purple and gold.

He could hear the cheers from the bruhs in the crowd and the deltas. He even spotted aka's and sigmas calling and played it up by stripping off his shirt to flex on the crowd with his six pack and the horseshoe brand over his nipple as he hopped, hitting his knees with flat palms.. putting those same palms up at his chin to simulate oral sex, his long tongue wagging before he rolled his neck and strutted to the center of the pack.

"I SAY, I SAY," he projected to his team who stood in wait, fists balled at their guts. "WHOOO'S THAT KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN ON MY QUE PSI PHIIII!?!?"

The return was magic as the team broke into their routines, finishing the chant as Erik joined back in the line. They shouted, kicked, and barked as they did the classic que poses in perfect synchronicity. "I SAY WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY DO'? WELL IT'S THE QUES TRYNA BREAK IT ON DOWN! WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY.. DO'?!"

Erik's eyes met a familiar face in the crowd and she smiled at him, her phone up recording. It was one of those smiles attached to the "fuck me" eye gaze. His eyes smiled back as he looked away to focus on his next moves, but he flexed his muscles for her. He had to keep up with the bruhs spinning, throwing his arms, kicking, and shouting on the yard and they were about to play the atomic dog. Next time, if he had control, they'd play a more updated song.. something more people were likely to have on their playlist.

As the song played, the team followed his lead chasing hard spins with forceful quick high kicks. The infamous Omega dance. Erik was the one to hit a split and come up with his shirt balled in his hand, swinging it as each bruh grabbed his own crotch for extra sauce. As they each hit their hop, one's white Que jacket blowing behind him majestically in the wind. Another nigga had cut off sleeves and a beer gut but he was getting his hops OWT as they threw their hand gestures and chanted with a cadence of barking coming from ques in the crowd.

After their step, Erik joined the crowd looking for the girl who'd given him the eye though he knew exactly where she went. He pulled up his own camera to return the favor. The deltas were up, introduced by The Box by Roddy Ricch and already flooding the yard with their red shirts, black booty shorts, and black converse. They came in hard throwing elbows and headbutting the air. He had a thing for a thic lil delta getting nice and nasty in some red, white, and black.. down to the red lipstick. He always preferred a savage over a princess. Aggressive hood girls just did something for him.. and this girl on top of being the chunkiest one on her line, had the most attitude.

"TEACH US," someone yelled when she gave her part of the founder's history lesson, yelling out loud and proud with her hands on her hips as she stomped. He focused in on her as she performed her ass off, twerking on beat and keeping up with girls half her size. Her pressed black hair was swinging like her hips and the crowd increased as they went in.

"ASSSSS.... IIIII.... WASSS.. WALKING! ACROSS MY DELTA YARD," she yelled, crossing foot over foot. Deltas were the favorite on campus as well as the sorority with the most pledges. They bragged on it every show. And as their steps progressed, that ain't change.

"HOLD THAT SHIT BRIT! YEAH BRIT! YEAH BRIT," Erik shouted too hype. He pushed and lunged to get low enough to get her angles as she balanced in a mid-air squat with her leg over her knee throwing up the diamond. She wobbled and when her line sister yelled "DON'T FUCK THIS UP," she proved herself by holding it even longer spurred on by shouts, barks, and the oooo's of her line. Erik captured it all from his phone as he was almost kneeling, losing his gotdam mind.

The show continued with Erik cheerleading and at the end of her set, he met her, giving her a bear hug that swallowed her soft body, titties and all.

"Ew, boy back up! You're sweaty," she whined shoving him playfully, a obvious excuse to touch his chest.

"This good sweat." Rubbing at his glistening abdomen, he grabbed her arms soothing his sweat subtly into her skin enjoying her faux disgust.

"Ew! Stop," she laughed pushing against his bare chest. Of course that meant keep going. "Ugh," she fussed as he kept messing with her, touching her. "Erik!!" He grabbed her tighter, playfully resting his heavy palm on the top of her head, like she was a lil rascal.

"Ooo, Y'all two get a room," her line sister, Ryan, joked walking past with a lil dance, tongue out to the music playing. That ain't sound like a bad idea. Erik leaned back and bit his lip teasingly as her eyes widened looking him up and down like he was the snack. All he had to do was ask, Ryan'd made it clear the way she acted toward him. Unfortunately for her, he only liked chocolate and she was more like toffee.

"Girl.. hush," Brittany smiled, feigning throwing her water bottle at the girl who twirled in response. Erik rolled his eyes. Brit was jealous.

"I'm widdit," he shrugged tired of just flirting back and forth. He was ready to fuck and release from all the buildup1.

"Ayee," Ryan cheered rejoining the other deltas.

"Let's go back to mine," he whispered in Brittany's ear before looking in her eyes. Her lips pursed playfully.

"Your roommate," she reminded, hand on the brand burned into his chest. He flexed his pecs for her once more and her eyes went down to them.

"So? I'll put a sock on the door, he won't come in," Erik assured. One thing about Erik that everyone seemed to know. He was always on top of the Dean's List as well as the list of people on campus you didn't wanna fuck with. He took pride in his reputation. "I give you my word, it's me and you," he promised following alongside her toward the library she'd already started walking in the direction of.

"I....," she chuckled, tucking her chin, "I gotta... study... and print a paper." She started to dip, but Erik paused her by grabbing the crook of her thick arm. Startled, she looked from his hand to his eyes and opened her mouth wide before speaking. "I-I'll..," she licked her lips nervously. "I'll get at you later..."

"Now," he corrected with a nod, "Get at me now. What's the move?" He licked his lips and stared down into her onyx eyes, into her soul, sensing nerves.. Suddenly she seemed breathless as if uncomfortable with his extended eye contact. This wasn't like the big bad Engine RED. He kissed his teeth. She wasn't tryna fuck at all.

"You playin with me," he accused watching her eyes go wide as he released her arm ready to walk off.

"I'm not! I gotta study!" She threw her hands in the air. Yeah right, he thought looking at her. "I do!!"

"You been saying later these last few weeks, Brit. You tryna yeah or nah," he pointed stepping back to watch her reaction for the truth.

"I'm-" her eyes rolled before checking who was in earshot. It made him look too. Who the fuck was she scared of? "I just wanna go out and shit first. Okay? You gotta take me on a date and NO.. Not no damn Waffle House, Erik, I mean it. I know you!"

"No you don't," he chuckled clasping his hands comfortably in front of his crotch. She kinda did judging by that comment.. but... nah she ain't know him.. They flirted, and talked here and there but she ain't know him.

"Well I heard of you," she snapped leaning in. That one was fair considering his body count was in the double digits and he hadn't been on one real date since high school. He smirked again. He wouldn't deny that he liked to get it in attachment-free... and as a young, educated, handsome nigga, why shouldn't he? Pussy was abundant.. like the trees on campus. "And you a que dog, I know how y'all niggas operate." That was true too, she definitely knew. He bit his tongue and tugged on his beard, humored. He couldn't lie like he usually would.

"Then you should know what we good at," he reminded her, stepping close to grab her full waist as he looked into her eyes again, commanding full eye contact. "Don't look at them, look at me," he quickly prompted moving her chin back to him when he felt her attention being split with the students walking by.

Her eyebrow went up with attitude as she leaned back, craning her neck as if saying 'who you think you talking to?' She looked away as if there was someone else beside her he could possibly be talking to as he glared, trying not to smile. She was funny.

"Look. Yes or no. You tryna do sum?"

"Depends where you plan to take me! You're paying. You're dressing up.. not in those boots," she counted on her fingers. "Two locations, no corners cut. I need you to have a plan. You're taking me someplace NICE and I want to ENJOY myself," she enunciated like she would on the square. "You're picking me up and opening MY door. If you can't do all of that, don't bother to apply," she spoke, swiveling her neck. Fire Engine RED, he mused to himself.

"Light work." He dusted his shoulder, clasping his hands in front of himself again. He could be a gentleman for a day. Too easy. "After this date you gone give it up though."

"Possibly," she shrugged. He shook his head, no deal.

"Nah.. If I'm a show out, I need a definite answer now. No games."

"I'm not playing games," she smiled, playing games. "I'm telling you what I want."

"You can have it... when you take this dick," he tested watching her closely, ready to walk away again. He wanted to take the Engine for a ride but he couldn't force it. She pursed her lips again looking around. Fuck was she lookin for? Someone to tell her what to do? He could do that. He pulled his phone. "Gimme your number I'll call you Saturday at 5:30 to come out."

"I got practice."

"So do I. That's early," he blurted knowing all about it.

"I got homework and an Interna--."

"Blow it off," he interjected not really caring. "Gimme your number."

She flipped her hair, her chin high with a slight smirk. She was still playing games and he could see she enjoyed his attention. Taking his phone, she plugged her digits and he texted her on the spot to be sure.. to her annoyance.

"Ok," she blinked dismissing him. When he didn't move, she turned back to the library and he smacked her on the ass causing her to jump and look back in surprise. "ERIK!"

"Saturday we fuckin," he pointed firmly making sure she knew. She had notice to prepare herself.

"Okay! Shush--shut up," she whispered looking side to side nervously again before he let her go.

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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Who Are You?

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik have known each other since they were kids, they have been fooling around with each for the past few years. After leaving her for months with no contact, he pops up with a not so settling surprise.

Warnings: Blood, Cursing

(Y/M/F/N) : Your moms full name

(Y/D/F/N): Your dad’s full name

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Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

“It was a nice time seeing you again.” Sean said licking his lips at her as she smiled at him. This was the 4th date they been on, things starting to get a little more serious with him and honestly she was enjoying herself. It’s been five months since she broke up with Erik, and honestly she was enjoying herself. Sure, she missed him. Wondered where he went. She warned him the next time he up and left her, she would move on. She stood by her word.

“Thanks Sean, I really enjoyed myself.” she said biting her bottom lip. “Maybe next time we can have a little more fun.” she said stepping a little further towards him. She most definitely hit the jack pot with him. He owned two dealer ships out in L.A and two in Oakland. He was a gentlemen, kind, freaky. Didn’t leave her on read, it was like he was sent down from heaven.

“What kind of fun you tryna have lil mama?” he said gripping her waist and pulling him towards her as she giggled. “Lemme come in now, show you something real?” he said as she rolled her eyes pushing him away as he smacked his teeth.

“Boy I have work in the morning. I have to be at the office at like 8 in the morning.” she said as he shook his head.

“Yeah, I’ll let you get away with it this time but next time that ass is mine, you understand me?” he said biting her exposed shoulder as she moaned a bit.

“Yes sir.” she said. After they said their goodbyes, she walked inside the house with a huge grin on her face as she took off her heels.

“Who the fuck is that nigga?” she heard. Her head shot up, as she slowly turned around and saw Erik walking towards her with a glass of, assuming Crown Royal. His favorite drink. Next to Hennessey.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked walking past him, His head turned towards her direction as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. His eye twitched when he saw that she wasn’t excited to see him.

“(Y/N), answer my fucking question. Who the fuck is-”

“He’s my boyfriend.” she snapped turning around looking at him. Erik busted out laughing, putting his hand out on the counter closing his eyes.

“Yeah okay. I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga, (Y/N)?” he snapped as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“That’s my boyfriend, Erik.” she said taking off her heels. “You know, significant other. Lover. Someone I fuck on the regular.” she said looking at him dead in the eye. Erik soon saw that she was serious.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“As a heart attack. I don’t know what you expected. I warned you that this was going to happen. So you can kindly get the hell out.” she said pointing towards the front door. “And leave the key.”

“You must have lost your mind.” he whispered. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I left. Really. You know I can’t tell you where I go and-”

“And you know what? That’s fine. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me shit because I don’t want anything to do with you, or whatever the fuck you’re doing.” she snapped at him. “Just-Just leave. Now.” she said.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” she said walking over to him pointing her finger into her chest. “You do it all the fucking time. Months on end. Well I’m putting my foot down. Maybe some other bitch can deal with it but I can’t.” she said to him, her nostrils flaring in anger.

“I understand. I really do but-”

“If you understood like you say you do, you would understand why I cut you loose and moved on. I played along with this for way too long and I need to look out for myself.” she said. Something that she said triggered something in him.

“(Y/N), no offense but I have a lot of shit in my life personally. I have shit to do and you can’t know that. Yes, I be gone. For a long time. But what I do I can’t just, just say out and about because I-” he stopped himself before saying something.

“Because you what?” she backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I know damn well you’re not going to say because you don’t trust me because I’ve known you since we were kids.” she said shaking her head. She was hoping that he would contradict but he just sat there looking at her.

“You really don’t trust me.” she said quietly, looking at him with so much defeat it almost broke him in half. “Get out, Erik. Or I’m calling the police.”

“(Y/N) wait.”

“Erik! Just shut up! You don’t understand how hard and stressful it is not to hear or speak to you, thinking that you moved on with someone else, or hurt or even worse! That shit took so much of my mental state that I couldn’t eat or sleep. You don’t understand! You think that you can come up in here, dick me down, buy me some shit and tell me what I want to hear and all will be well but no. I can’t do it anymore. And if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck you have going on then I don’t want nothing to do with you or whatever the fuck you have going on!” she yelled at him.

“(Y/N), listen to me.” he said grabbing her hands. “Look, I know what I do to you ain’t right. You don’t have to tell me because I already know it’s true. There are so many things that I want to tell you but I can’t.” he said as she looked down sighing.

“I can’t, do this.” she let his hands go. “Just go, please.” she said, tears rushing down her face.

“(Y/N) please. I-”

“No Erik. Just go.”

He gave her one last look before walking out.

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“Good morning everyone!” she exclaimed to her staff. “So as you all know, I will be opening a store in Miami. That means that I’m going to need a manager there to run the store. So I am sending out an email, you can apply and we’ll go from there.” she announced to everyone. Chatter spread through out the room, as she made her way to her office.

“Hey, so I sent out the invoice about inventory check list. They should be emailing it to you by the end of the week.” her assistant Tonya said.

“Thanks.” She walked into her office going to her desk and opening up her Desktop.

“Also, Erik came by this morning.” she said as her hands clenched into a fist. “He said to call him when you get the chance.” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right.” she laughed to herself before opening her email.

“Everything alright? It’s been a while since he stopped by the office.” she said as (Y/N) looked up at her.

“That’s because I haven’t seen him since June.” (Y/N) told her. “No text, no call, no nothing.” she snapped.

“Jesus, that’s five months...” she trailed off as she nodded.

“He came to my house last night when Sean dropped me off. Questioning me about Sean and shit. Like nigga you have no room to be questioning me, questioning me in my house at that.” she scoffed, hearing her phone ding to see it was Sean texting her.

“Forreal? The audacity.” she chuckled sitting on the seats that sat in front of the desk.

Sean: Hey, you free for lunch this afternoon? I know you said you wanted to try out that new BBQ place on 21st street...

She smiled at the text before texting him back.

(Y/N): Yeah, I’ll meet you there around 1:00?

Sean: Sure thing beautiful.

“Anyways.” she closed her phone placing it on the desk. “Erik came by the house last night, telling me he couldn’t tell me because he didn’t trust me. A-And that he wanted to tell me but he couldn’t tell me. Like what am I suppose to think about that? It makes him looks sneaky.” she admitted as Erik nodded.

“Have you ever thought about him being like a... you know. Drug Lord? Or like, a gang member or something?” he said as (Y/N) paused, than laughed.

“A drug dealer? That’s a good one. I’ve known Erik my entire life and trust me, I would’ve noticed if he was hiding something like that from me.” she said shaking her head.

“I mean- think about it? Do you know what he does? Like, career wise. Nigga be driving the newest cars, dripped down in designers, spoiling you with money and shit and you haven’t even thought about it just once.” she said as (Y/N) sat back in her chair.

“I mean, it’s crossed my mind but like I said, it’s just so far from what I know.” she said as Tonya stood up.

“Well, just a thought to think about. I’m going to go down to customer service and get their weekly review.” she said as she nodded.

There is no way that he could be a drug dealer...

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(Y/N) walked into the restaurant, looking around and seeing Sean sitting there looking at the menu. She walked over to him as he saw her, smiling at her. “Look at you, you look good.” he smirked standing up as she smiled. She gave him a hug, and pecked his lips as she smiled.

“Thank you, same to you. Sorry I was late, my last meeting with a little longer than I wanted too.” she said sitting down on the other side of the booth.

“No worries, I ordered you a sweet tea with a slice of lemon.” he said to her as she smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he nodded closing the menu.

“There is something that I actually wanted to tell you.” he said as she nodded. “Someone reached out to me, by the name of... Killmonger? Said that he knew you.” he said as she tilted her head to the side.

“Killmonger...” she trailed off before shaking her head. “I’ve never heard of them before.” she said as he nodded sitting in his back.

“Really?’

“Nope.” she said shaking her head. “That’s a cool name though..” she trailed off looking at her own menu.

“That’s interesting.. because he said you were his ex.” he said as she put the menu down on the table looking at him. “He knew a lot of things about you, that you lived on South Viker Elm, what cars you drive, your full name...” he trailed off as she looked up at him, scared to death.

“What the fuck..” she whispered.

“You sure you don’t know who that is? Because I’m having a hard time believing you.” he said to her leaning forward as she thought about it before her eye twitched.

“What did he say?”

“He knew your mom name was (Y/M/F/N) and your dad’s name is (Y/D/F/N), you were born in (H/C).” she was freaked out until she realized it was most likely Erik. “Hell I didn’t even know you’re parents name was-”

“Actually, I might have an idea. We aren’t really exes. Just.. just someone that I used to mess around with. He left me a couple of months ago.” she said to him.

“Oh.. it’s that dude.” he said as she nodded.

“Yeah. I swear I don’t mean to put you through this. He came by the house last night and we got into an argument, but that’s about it. I have no idea how he got your number.” she said as he chuckled.

“He didn’t only know my number. He knew my name too.” he said looking at her.

“Sean, I swear. I don’t know how the hell he got that information. I would never do that to you. Did he threaten you?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“Something along that line.” he said taking his drink to his lips. “But don’t worry about that, I handled myself. I just want you to know that ya little ex-fling is tryna check me and that just don’t sit right with me.” he said as she sighed closing her temples.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m just fucking with you ma.” he said as she threw a napkin at him as he laughed. “But I’m serious about the ex thing.”

“Don’t worry, I got something for him.”

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She walked into the building, to not only be surprised to see Erik reading one of the magazines that was in the waiting area. ‘(Y/N) can we-”

“You. In my office, Now!” she exclaimed quietly. He looked shocked about her outburst, confused she followed her instructions. She put the stuff on the table before looking at him.

“The fuck is wrong with you!?” she yelled at him as he stared at her.

“There are a lot of things wrong with me. For starters-”

“Erik, I’m serious. Why the fuck are you calling him threatening him?” she asked as he still stared at her confused.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Sean! He told me you called him using this name Killmonger, a-and that you were telling him shit about me?” she snapped. “Now I don’t know what the fuck you have going on but leave me and him alone.” she said pointing a finger at him.

It felt like his entire heart stopped. “(Y/N), I swear on my mother I didn’t call no one. What’s his name?”

“Are you seriously going to sit there and play stupid?” she laughed shaking her head. “Erik he knew my mom and dads name! The only person in my life who knows that is you!” she exclaimed.

“Fuck!”

“(Y/N), listen. You can be mad at me for whatever reason. I don’t care about that right now? Tell me what his name is?” he said walking over to her. If there was something about (Y/N), she knew when Erik was in distress. Or scared. The look on his face showed nothing but pure fear.

“Erik, what is it that you’re not telling me?” she asked him. It looked as if he was in deep thought about something, something in which had his mind racing. Like he was debating. “Erik, please talk to me. Be honest. I need to know because if it’s not you someone out there knows shit about me and I need to get that shit dealt with. ASAP.” she said as Erik looked at the door biting him lip.

“Lock the door.” he said as she nodded. She walked to the door locking it before walking back to him.

“The reason why I go out for months at end isn’t because I’m cheating on you, or I’m hiding from you. I get paid.. to do things. Bad things to people.” he said as she backed up a little.

“Do what?” she asked him as he sighed.

“People pay me to handle their dirty work. They pay me to top people off.” she stared at him in complete shock. “Look, it’s not just random people. It’s people that do bad things.” he said as she looked at him. “So all this time, I’ve been fucking a murderer.” she said as he groaned rubbing his handsome his face.

“It’s not like that I swear, it’s just- you know my background. I was good in the military and now I’m good and it pays good.” he said as she scoffed.

“Yeah it pays good until you mess with the wrong people. Erik, some dude name Killmonger got ahold of my shit and-”

“Killmonger is me. That’s what I’m called.” he said as she scoffed.

“So you did call Sean, right? Wow-”

“No, can you shut up? Let me talk.” he said to her. She was taken back by the outburst but he continued. “Whoever that is knows about me, and knows enough about me to get to you. This dude you been messing with, knows too much information (Y/N).” he said stepping in front of her.

“You need to trust me, I need to know everything. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad at me or you never want to see me again. I just need to know you are safe.” he told her. She was scared shitless out of her mind. There was so much on her mind at the moment that she couldn’t quite gasp the fact that someone was out to get her. Never mind Erik being an assassin.

“(Y/N), look at me.” he grabbed her chin to make him look at me. “Please, you need to trust me.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he lie about that if he knew I was going to confront you about it..” she trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe to throw it in my face...” he said as he looked at her. “But I gotta plan for his ass.”

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“Come in.” She smiled at Sean grabbing his hand. He looked her up and down licking his lips.

“All this for me..” he whispered looking at her. It was a new set she bought a couple of weeks ago, it was emerald green with rhinestones along the bands, her hair was in a slick back bun, her makeup was perfectly done.

“Yup. I told you I wanted to have a little fun.” she whispered starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Sheesh, you ain’t gotta tell me.” he said as she smirked at him. She grabbed his hand leading him to the spare room as he stared at her ass the entire time. “You got in touch with that nigga yet?”

“Killmonger?” she asked tilting her head.

“Yeah.. him.” he said rolling his eyes as she chuckled.

“No. Not yet. I tried to but he ain’t answering my phone calls.” she said as she pushed him on the chair that she had in the room. “But let’s not worry about him... I want my focus all. On. You.” she said pecking his chest. She got on her knees in front of him.

“Oh you a nasty lil bitch ain’t you...” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. She grabbed the handcuffs as he looked at it laughing. “Oh shit..” he whispered. (Y/N) handcuffed him to the chair. That’s when she saw Erik come out of the closet, putting the pistol to his head.

“So your Sean.” he said as (Y/N) stood up. She grabbed her black robe slipping it over her body as she looked at Sean, Sean giving her the dirtiest glare.

“You been working with this nigga the entire time?”

“Actually no. She cussed me out thinking I called yo bitch ass.” Erik said. “But don’t worry about my girl. Worry-”

“Um, I’m not your girl.” (Y/N) cut in as Erik looked at her. “What? You think you can just say that shit after everything. No.. hell no.” she said looking back at Sean shaking her hand. “I don’t want a relationship with no one.. at all.” she said.

“We’ll talk about that. You.” he said looking back at Sean. “Talk.”

“Man fuck you, ain’t saying-” Erik punched him in the nose, knocking the chair over as she gasped.

“Erik chill!” she yelled as he turned to look at her. “That chair was hella expensive. You think I want his blood all over my shit.”

“Bruh, I’ll buy you another one.”

She rolled her eyes sitting on the bed. Erik sat the chair back up. “Talk nigga.”

“You remember Kingston?” he said as Erik nodded. “That was my brother.”

“Kingston don’t have no brother named Sean.”

“No shit dumbass. You think I’ma use my real name fucking with y’all. I wanted you dead. And it seems like the only family you got is her.” he said nodding his head towards (Y/N). “By the way, (Y/N), at first it was just a get up to get to him but I really do like-” And another punch sent to his face.

“You really think you can just sit up here and confess your feelings to her in my face nigga!” he yelled at him as he coughed up blood. All over her floor.

“Who is Kingston?” (Y/N) asked Erik as Erik sighed.

“A target. He was trafficking girls in Uganda. One of the girls died and the mother offered to pay me a good 10 Thousand to get his ass. Guess what?” Erik said lifting that nigga off the floor.

“I did that shit for free.” he laughed in front of Sean or whatever his name was.

“You get paid that much?” she asked as Erik laughed.

“Nah, that’s probably one of the lowest bids I’ve gotten. The highest I’ve had was like... 10 Million plus an extra 2 million if I could get the target and his crew.” he said as she looked at him in shock.

“Anyways, just know that I killed that bitch ass nigga with no price.” he said. “Like I’m gonna do you.” he said taking off the safety on his pistol making her flinch.

She was scared out of her mind to see him like this. Was he really about to kill him in her house? All that blood and-

BANG!

She looked to see Sean's body lumped over in the chair as she stared at him in shock. “Well we don’t have to worry about that nigga no more.” he said putting the gun in his waist band. “I know some people who’ll come and clean this up. Make it look like someone was never killed here before.” he chuckled. He noticed she wasn’t saying anything before looking at her as she stared at the dead body in horror.

“Oh fuck. I should’ve done this without you in the room..” he trailed off. “Let’s go.” he said grabbing her as he took her to her room.

Erik saw this look before. He knew what was happening. She was going to be scared of him. “You want me to run you a bath?” he asked her as she looked outside the window.

He went to her bathroom, filling the bathtub with bubbles and water. After setting it up he walked to the room to see in her in the same position. He took her undergarments' off before carrying her to the bathtub and placing her in. He bathed her as she stood at the wall.

“(Y/N), baby. Look at me.” They heard the people coming in making her jump as he grabbed her. “(Y/N), it’s just the people here to clean up the mess.” he comforted her as she relaxed some more. He grabbed her make up towel, putting on some of the makeup removal solution she has and rubber the makeup off her face.

About an hour later, she was in the bed as Erik was out in the hallway talking to the people. “Aye, thanks man. I owe you.” he heard Erik say.

“No worries. We gonna cremate the body and throw the ashes somewhere along the river downtown. So don’t worry about it, okay?” he heard a voice say. After a few more minutes before he came back into the room, as she laid in the bed.

“Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ma give you some space.” she heard him say. She sat up before looking at him.

“Can you, can you stay please?” she asked him as he nodded. He stripped from his clothes getting into the bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, tracing her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her.

“No.. I don’t.”

“Fair enough.”

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tastingmellow · 5 years

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Sweet Thing

A/N: I kid you not I’ve been writing like non stop because this is genuinely the only thing that helps me unwind from work. Enjoy!

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Summary: You don’t like hood dudes...but Erik’s an exception

Warnings: Language. FLUFF!

Word Count: I have no clue....SIKE, it’s 1.6k...I lied. I don’t know the count. I’m sorry 😔

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Steven was not what you had in mind when it came to dating. He was mean, sold drugs, barely cared for anyone’s existence minus his own, and he ran through chicks like they were fucking laps. So, when it came to your attention that he was tryna pull you, you immediately shut it down. You weren’t tryna be another notch his belt, not did you want to deal with the females that were still obsessing over him even after he left them high and dry.

Anytime he was around you, you made it a point to not have a conversation with him. If you couldn’t avoid him and HAD to talk to him you kept your answers short. You basically set a ban on being around Erik in your family, to which your little sister did not adhere to. Which is why you found yourself here, walking towards Erik surrounded by a group of kids.

As you neared them the chatter amongst him and the kids became more clear. He was talking to them about how important school was. “Listen, little man. I know you don’t like doing your homework but what do you think is gonna happen when you don’t do it?” The boy he was talking to shrugged and Erik chuckled. “You’re not gonna get any girls. Girls don’t like lazy dummies. Ain’t that right, ladies?” The little girls around him hummed in agreement. “See?” The boy nodded and ran back to his mom, a few dollars in his hands.

“Melanie!” You called out and your sister ran to you, wrapping her arms around your legs in a tight hug. You smiled softly and rubbed her back as she looked up at you. “How was school?” You spoke and she grimaced, a pout on her lips. “It was okay, they didn’t have pizza boats for lunch though.” You laughed to yourself and grabbed her hand. “Well, I just went to the store. When we get in the house you start on your homework and I’ll whip up a pizza boat for you. Sound good?” Your sister squealed excitedly, nodding her head as she bounced beside you.

“Aye, Y/N!” You turned around, regretting it immediately. You groaned, rolling your eyes as Erik waves bye to the kids and jogged his way over to you. You pulled Melanie closer to your side as he got closer. “Hey, Y/N. Mel, You look pretty today.” Erik spoke and your sister giggled, hiding her face in your leg as she mumbled out a shy “Thank you.” Erik’s smiles brightly while his eyes traveled up to meet yours. “So, do you, Y/N.”

You nodded curtly. “Thanks, Erik. That’s all you wanted?” Erik chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets while shaking his head. “Oh, nah! I wanted to know if I could...take you out sometime? Tomorrow night if you’re free?” He bit his lip, never breaking eye contact. You rolled your eyes, causing Erik to chuckle. “Erik...” he cut you off and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Come on, let me take you out once! Just one time. And if you hate it, I’ll never bother you again. Give a nigga a shot, at least.” He joked and you looked at him, tilting your head. Your little sister looked between the two of you before deciding for you. “She’ll be ready by 7!” She exclaimed and you looked down at her, eyes wide. Erik licked his lips and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, at 7.” He winked as he backed away before turning and jogging back to his car.

You looked down at Melanie. “Really?” She shrugged and pulled you along. “You were taking too long, plus you were gonna way yes anyway.” You laughed softly. “You know what, just for that. You only get one pizza boat.”

“Nooooooo!”

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Safe to say your date went a lot better than you thought. He took you to the beach and the two of you had a picnic. You talked, laughed, it was amazing. He talked about his family, his father especially. You got to see a side of Erik not many people do. He was vulnerable, open, and he seemed to be okay with it.

From then on, you and him became closer. He would walk your little sister home from the bus stop. He’d stand on the porch, talk to you and your grandmother. He would sometimes stay for dinner, if he couldn’t he’d promise to come back Sunday and have dinner. He never left without kissing your cheek, hugging your grandmother and fist bumping your sister.

Your grandmother immediately loved him. Which is surprising, considering her distaste for the gangbangers and dealers around the neighborhood. However, in her words, “He doesn’t do it for power, he does it to help.” Your little sister LOVED Erik. There wouldn’t be a day that went by where she didn’t ask to talk to Erik on the phone.

He adored her just as much though, always having something for her when she got off the bus. Most of the time it was chocolate, except her birthday he gave her a bracelet with her name engraved in it. She never took it off.

Your love for Erik grew with each passing day, slowly but surely. He would do little things for you. If you offhandedly mentioned you needed to go grocery shopping he’ll be there the next day, ready to go shopping with you. He always paid for everything. If you were out together and he noticed you getting grumpy he’d make a detour to your favorite food spot. Your mood always improved.

Sometimes you’d catch Erik staring, like when you were riding in Convertible, the wind blowing through your tresses ever so freely. He would stare and you scold him. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

Today, however, was one of the few days where neither you nor Erik were busy. You both had the day to yourself, your sister and grandmother had went out for the day and Erik didn’t have to oversee anything so the both of you laid on the hood his car, intertwined in one another.

His fingers lightly glided over your bare arms as the two of you looked out over the sunset. Erik had picked you up and taken you to a secluded hill. He had a pension for taking you out on picnics, knowing you loved simple and thoughtful dates. He brought a blanket, some pizza, snacks, his tablet so y’all could watch movies and himself, of course.

You waited on the movies, noting that the sun was going down so Erik grabbed the blanket, laid on the good of the car, and allowed you to snuggle against him. His windows were, Ari Lennox and SiR softly playing through the speakers. Erik felt whole, like he had all he needed. He had his fair share of females, some good, some bad, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you weren’t the type to accept a quick fuck and he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind working his ass off to get you, and he sure as hell won’t mind working his off to keep you.

He brought out of thoughts when he felt your lips pressing against his cheek. He grinned, his golden grills gleaming in the orange-red hue of the sky. You looked up at him. “What’s on your mind, E?” He shrugged, looking down at you and licking his lips, “Just this woman I know. I think I really like her.” You giggled softly and sat up on your elbow. “Oh, yeah, what’s she like?”

Erik jokingly clutched his heart, seriously swooning over the thought of you. “She’s so beautiful. She’s powerful in any and all aspects of everything. She has the plumpest, softest lips I’ve ever kissed. Her spirit and soul are so beautiful and pure sometimes I don’t think I deserve her. Whenever my eyes meet gets it’s like...everything bad that’s ever happened to me goes away, forgotten. When she smiles it’s the type of smile to rival the sun because it’s so bright. She’s my all and I’m hoping I can make her mine soon. I don’t know what I’d do if I can’t have her, probably curl up in my bed and never leave.” He laughed softly, his words sincere. He meant it all and he hopes you knew.

“Wow...” you blinked at him, swallowing back the lump in your throat. He was so honest and sweet it almost had you sobbing. You gave him a watery laugh as a few tears slipped out. “She sounds really lucky. And I’m sure she’s the one that thinks she doesn’t deserve you. You’re so much more than I thought you’d be. You’re caring and you’re dedicated. You’re so...radical and passionate about everything. Your jokes and little pick up lines are honestly one of the things I look forward to every day. Your smile makes me melt because it’s always real, always reaches your eyes. Your laugh is the most wonderful sound I’ve heard. And I really hope she is me because I’d be a fool not to love you.”

Erik smiled and pulled you close, kissing your lips passionately. His hands tangled in your curls as your hands grabbed his face. He grunted softly, pushing his body against yours as one of his hands moved to pull your body closer. Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your tongues dancing with one another before you pulled away, lips swollen and breathing becoming rapid. You grinned at him and he kissed your nose. “You’re all mine. So, I got you something to let these niggas know who you belong to.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

Erik pecked you’re lips, climbing off the hood of the car and going inside, opening the dash before pulling out a golden box and handing it to you. You looked at it curiously before he nudged you softly. “Open it, baby.” You bit your lip, slowly taking off the lid. The shining gold and diamonds made you gasp. It was Erik’s infamous chain. He wore it a lot when he was younger but soon put it up, kind of as a reminder of who he was. And here he was, giving it to you.

It was a golden, diamond encrusted chain with a diamond encrusted knife hanging from it. The tip of the chain was covered in rubies to represent blood. From afar it look extra but up close, it was gorgeous. You looked up at him, eyes wide. He gently kissed your lips. “It’s yours, just don’t break my heart.” You chuckled and gently took it from the cushion it was laying on. You studied it before holding it towards him. “Put it on me...” you asked and turned around.

Once he clasped it around your neck you looked down, lightly touching it as it sat comfortably on your bosom. You bit your lip and looked up at Erik, his eyes resting on the chain...or maybe it was your boobs, who knows. “You look good. I think you’d look better wearing nothing but that chain though.” He grinned at you and you laughed, pulling him into another heated kiss as the sun had finally set.

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You waited at your sister’s bus stop, scrolling through your phone. Erik had went to the actual bus stop to pick her while you waited. Melanie hadn’t seen him in a while and you wanted her to be surprised so you said that you’d let him pick her up, he absolutely did not bounce with excitement.

A presence beside you made you look up, a smile on your face as you assumed it was Erik. It immediately dropped seeing a light skin kid, no older than 21, for sure, grinning down at you. You winced at the cheap grill he had in his mouth, wondering how he was keeping a straight face. “Can I help you, hon?” You replied politely and he licked his lips while you resisted the urge to roll your window up and continue about your business.

“What you doing out here all alone, ma?” He tried his hardest to make his voice deeper and it was painfully obvious. You chuckled to yourself, shielding your eyes from the sun, “Waiting on my man and my sister. I think you should go, they’ll be back any second.” He chuckled and leaned closer while you leaned back. “I’ll leave...when I get your number.”

You tilted your head and laughed, “Listen, kid. I’m not giving you my number and your barking up the wrong tree. My man don’t respond too kindly to niggas pushing up on his girl so run along.” The boy scoffed. “Baby, I’ll beat the fuck out ya man and steal you from him. It ain’t shit to me.” He reached to grab your arm and you immediately stepped back, smacking his hand away.

“Don’t be like that, girl. Come on.” He reached to grab your waist and you punched him in the chest, he wheezed, holding the spot. “What the fuck...” he gasped out and before you could open your mouth you saw Erik making his way towards you with Melanie. You smiled and walked around the boy, allowing Melanie to run into your arms. You giggled and held her close, kissing her cheek. “Erik brought me a Kit Kat!”

You gave Erik a disapproving and he shrugged before averting his attention to the wheezing boy on the ground. You caught his gaze and sighed, “I thought you told your lackeys who I was.” You raised an eyebrow as you helped Melanie into the car, not shutting the door yet because you didn’t want her to over heat.

“I did. Don’t look at me like that, baby. The only person I didn’t tell personally was...that dude Zo or some shit.” You nodded and grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt, making him sit up straight. “Aye, man! Don’t touch me like th—“ Zoo’s eyes landed on the chain around your neck, immediately recognizing it. “Shit.”

“‘Shit’ is right nigga, what the fuck do you think you doing pushing up on my girl?” Erik flinched as you smacked his chest, gesturing to Melanie who was to busy playing a game in your phone to be listening. “I didn’t know this was her! Nobody showed me a picture!”

“You see this big” he paused you put headphones on Melanie and kiss her head. “Ass chain on her neck and you need a fucking picture!” You looked at Erik as he pointed at the chain, hand dangerously close to your breasts. Zo shook his head, stumbling over his words. “You know what...don’t let this shit happen again. Or I swear I’ll let her use you for target practice.” Erik spoke and Zo nodded, scurrying off.

You looked at Erik’s hand, noting that it was still close to your breasts. “Move your hand, baby.” You spoke softly and Erik licked his lip before moving his hand to fully grip your titty. You laughed, throwing your head back as he pulled you close and sucked at your neck. “You too fine not to touch, pretty girl. Stop playing wit me.” You laughed your hands on your shoulders. Erik went to give you a kiss before stopping, feeling a small yet slightly painful sting to the back of his thigh. “Stop groping my sister, pervert!” Your sister yelled out.

You laughed harder, pushing Erik and moving to get in the car. “Yeah, perv! You tell him, Mel.” You sister hummed triumphantly as she closed her door and as did you. Erik looked up at the sky, taking in a deep breath before grinning. “You had to give me two handfuls?” He licked his lips again before getting int he car, starting it, and pulling off with his favorite girls.

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thadelightfulone · 3 years

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 8

Late Night - November 21st

“So, why aren’t you out with your friends tonight?” Erik asked as he set down his glass.

“I went out with them last night. That was enough for me.”

“Not really a club person?”

“Yes and no. I used to be. Once I decided to go for my doctorate, my priorities had to change.” DeeDee traded the wine glass for the water.

“So, Miss DeeDee used to be a problem?” Erik wiggled his eyebrows at her while she took a drink.

“I wouldn’t say all that, but I definitely forgot what the inside of my room looked like during undergrad. The next year, it was no more going out and doing hoodrat shit with my friends.”

They both laughed at her comment.

“I understand that. I made the mistake of coming home to earn mine.”

“How was that a mistake? I figured you would have been glad to be back home.”

“I was and that was the problem. Everyone who I hadn’t seen in the 6 years that I was gone, wanted to make up for lost time.”

“Oh no,” DeeDee snickered, “So, how was your first year?”

“A struggle.” Erik laughed along with her. “Luckily, I’m a pretty smart guy and was able to get through the Introductory seminars even if I was a walking zombie the whole time.”

“Yeah, nope. Couldn’t have been me. My friends hated the change up, but I had to do it. I would not have survived my first year, and no one wants to get dropped like that.”

DeeDee picked up the laptop and turned to her left on the couch. She stretched her legs out into a comfortable position with a pillow on her lap and set the computer on top.

Erik sipped on his whiskey as he watched DeeDee move around. He propped another pillow behind him and balanced the tablet on his bent knee.

“I agree.” He waited until she was settled, “So, besides your parents was there any other reason that you chose Southern?”

“Born and raised here in Baton Rouge. It was either here or LSU.”

“You didn’t want to go to school out of state?”

“Nope. I knew my career would allow me to do research and travel, so I was always fine with staying as close to home as possible while I was in school.” She lifted her hoodie to show off the logo, “Don’t sleep on us.” DeeDee smiled and bounced around.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know all about you Southern girls.” He stuck his tongue out at her.

“You know what. I know that’s a compliment coming from you.” She flipped him off, “But how did an Oakland guy end up out here?”

“Family.” Erik nodded his head in thought, “My mother grew up in New Orleans and went to Southern, too.”

“So, you’re a legacy kid, too. Sweet.” DeeDee smiled at him.

Erik glanced across the room to where his parents’ picture sat and smiled. “Yes, I am. My parents met there, too. Before moving to Oakland together after they graduated.”

“Awwww, your parents sound amazing.” DeeDee watched as Erik’s demeanor changed. He was no longer smiling, but his eyes seemed to gloss over. She watched as he looked away at something in the distance, “Erik, everything ok?”

Erik looked back at the tablet and sniffed a little, “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry about that.”

“If you want to switch the topic, we can.”

DeeDee’s concern touched him, but he knew this would come up eventually. Better to get it over with.

“It’s ok. It’s part of the reason we met. Hold on,” Erik set his tablet down, walked over to the mantle and pulled the picture down. He sat back down on the edge of the couch and grabbed the tablet. “Here they are.” He focused the picture in front of the camera.

“WOW, you are a nice blend of them.”

“Thank you, Miss DeeDee.” He winked at her from above the picture.

“Don’t you start.” She pointed to the picture, “So, tell me about them.”

“I guess how much I tell you is based on what you already know about my family.”

“Your family? Oh right, you mentioned that you work with them at the Centers.”

“Correct. What did you find out in your search?” Erik put the picture aside and refocused the tablet on him.

“The Centers were created to help build up local communities by providing resources and offering programs to the children and families. They are known for their science and tech departments, but also their various community efforts.”

He nodded and watched as DeeDee’s face scrunched up. Erik let her talk it out.

“It was started by three members of the Royal Family of Wakanda in Africa. Let’s see there is the Queen Mother Ramonda, King T’Challa, his younger sister, Princess Shuri.” DeeDee ticked their names off on her fingers. “I’ve read about the former king and his brother, T’Chaka and N’Jobu. There is talk of a Prince, but not much is known about him.” Her voice dropped off.

“5… 4… 3… 2…”

“Wait, you’re royalty?” DeeDee looked up at him.

“I’ve never claimed my title, but yeah, something like that.”

“So, you’re the prince?” She said using air quotes on the last word.

“Only if you want me to be.” Erik chuckled as DeeDee rolled her eyes.

“I liked the Dr. better, but since you don’t claim him either. I don’t know what to call you.” She shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip to stifle her laughter.

“Oh, I know something you can call me. But I don’t think we are there yet.”

Erik roared with laughter when DeeDee’s laptop tumbled off the pillow.

“Why are you like this?” She drew out as she reached over to pick up her laptop. “You know what, don’t answer that. I want to know about your parents and your family.”

“No, no, please tell me. What am I like?”

DeeDee straightened up her laptop and Erik was greeted by her scowl.

“Come on, Miss DeeDee. Tell me what I am like.”

“First of all, I need you to stop looking at me like you want to eat me up.”

“I mean, -”

“Aht aht aht. There is only one way I will let you complete that thought.”

Erik caught DeeDee’s small smile. Oh, he knew what she wanted to know. He was surprised it took her so long to bring it back up. Or that she didn’t figure out the answer already based on their current interaction.

“And you will let me complete that thought?”

“I guess.”

“Not good enough.”

“What?”

“I guess,” he mocked her tone, “is not good enough. I need a definitive answer.”

Erik heard DeeDee’s sigh.

“Yes or No, Miss DeeDee?”

“If you actually answer the question, then yes. You can finish whatever provocative statement was gonna cross your lips.”

“So, you were looking at my lips?”

“ERIK!”

He put his hands up, “Ok, ok. Ask the question and I promise I will answer.”

“Thank you.” She cleared her throat, “Have you found the kind of love that your parents have?”

“Had.” Erik softly replied.

“What?” She looked at him, “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. Nevermind.” DeeDee moved the laptop onto the couch and shifted her legs under her.

“It’s ok. What they had was amazingly beautiful. Watching their love up close and personal beat any romance movie ever. You know, black love and all that.”

DeeDee picked up the glass of wine and ran her finger around the rim.

“And as you know, it is something I want for myself.” He inhaled deeply and then exhaled, “To answer your question, no, I have not found that kind of love yet. But I still have hope that I will find her and be worthy of her.”

She gulped down the rest of the wine and held onto the glass with both hands.

“DeeDee?”

“Huh.” She slowly set it down on the table, “Yeah, I -- I’m here.”

“Ok, I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” DeeDee whispered. “Thank you for finally answering the question, Erik.”

“You’re welcome, DeeDee.”

Erik watched her every movement. DeeDee stuffed her hands back into the pocket of her hoodie, then rocked back and forth on the couch. Her hood fell revealing her lovely face to him again. Minutes passed as they both looked at one another. Erik coughed to break the silence.

DeeDee dropped her head and then looked up, “You can finish your statement now.”

“The moment passed, but I am positive there will be plenty more opportunities to speak my mind.”

“You act like we are gonna talk again after this.” She looked away from the camera.

“Oh, you think I’m letting you off this call without getting your number? You are sadly mistaken.” Erik chuckled, “And why do you keep hiding yourself from me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh really? So, you aren’t trying to hide a smile right now?”

DeeDee took her hand and wiped the expression from her face, “What smile?”

“Ok, and you aren’t just hiding yourself in general under your hood?” Erik rubbed his hands together and nodded at her. He set the tablet off to the side and spoke, “So DeeDee, do you want that kind of love?”

“Of course, I do. My friends may think that I don’t want any kind of relationship, but that’s not true.” She paused, “I guess that is what made me search for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I truly wondered if you found it and what it was like, if you had.” DeeDee heard some shuffling in the background and when she looked at the screen, all she saw was the ceiling. It moved and then changed, like he entered another room. “What are you doing?”

“Getting hungry, so I decided to pull out my leftovers.”

“Oh ok.”

She could hear him open the refrigerator, verifying his story. The screen went black for a few seconds and then came back on. DeeDee reached for the strings to her hood.

“Don’t you dare.” Erik’s voice growled.

“Why?” She squeaked, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m not doing anything to you, Miss DeeDee.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ma’am, I am just eating a juicy strawberry.”

“With your shirt off, Sir.”

“I didn’t want to get juice on it.”

“You, Sir, are a mess.”

“A mess that has kept you smiling for the last hour or so. Or maybe was it all day?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not. I’m just admiring you.”

She pointed to his chin. “You have a lil something on yo-”

Erik licked the juice off his chin. “Did I get it?”

“I can’t stand you.” DeeDee giggled.

“If that were true, you would have hung up by now.” Erik grabbed the bowl of fruit and returned to his spot on the couch.

“Maybe I’m enjoying the view.”

“The view, but not the company?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, what are you saying?”

DeeDee pulled the hood off her face, “I am enjoying my evening.”

“So am I.” Erik grinned into the camera, “And thank you for sharing.”

#25 days of christmas challenge #erik killmonger x oc #black panther fanfiction #bp christmas #all i want #thadelightfulone

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gerec · 4 years

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Cherik siblings incest?

Anon this is dirty and bad and you definitely need to mind the tags! Also, Erik and Charles share a (unnamed) father and are half-siblings in this verse.

Warnings: Nsfw, Sibling incest, (very) dubcon

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He storms from the Council Chamber with Charles at his heels, the maelstrom of his emotions barely contained, the words of his myriad advisors ringing in his ears. Even the tentative touch of the younger prince on his mind is angrily rebuffed; Erik does not want to be soothed, nor does he want to hear Charles tell him why he must follow his Council’s advice.

“Get out,” he snarls, too caught up in his anger to care that he’s scaring the poor servants in his quarters. Charles will speak to them later, and set things right, as he’s been doing since they were both children; following after Erik dutifully and fixing whatever mess he leaves in his wake.

But Charles won’t be around to do that for much longer will he? If the Council – and even Charles himself – has their way.

“Leave us.”

The servants bow, first to Erik and then to Charles, before they scurry out of the King’s personal chambers as though their feet are on fire. Charles doesn’t sigh until the door is closed firmly behind them, and then he’s there, his hand on Erik’s back to comfort him – comforting Erik, when Charles is the one who must leave and marry a tyrant to keep them all safe.

“He’s not—” Charles says, only to stop and bite his lip when Erik sends him a vicious glare. “Fine. Apocalypse is a tyrant, and his moniker is well-earned. But he has no wish to harm me, Erik. He wants my Gift…and yes, he wants to marry me. And if we give him both he will leave Genosha alone.”

“I will not bargain you off like a parcel of land or a herd of cattle! You are my brother! And a Prince of Genosha! I would sooner cut off my own arm then send you away from me!”

“It’s not your choice to make.”

Erik whirls to face him, grabbing Charles roughly by the shoulders, incandescent with fear and outrage. “It is! I am the King and you are my subject. I forbid it! The subject is closed.”

“You know it’s the right thing to do,” Charles counters, because he has never backed down from a fight in all these years, not with Erik and not from one he means to win. “My marriage will prevent a war with Apocalypse and save the lives of our people. What does one life matter compared to millions? You’re the king, Erik. You have to do what’s right for Genosha.”

“Don’t tell me what’s right for Genosha!” He knows – he knows in his heart that Charles has the right of it, which only makes Erik want to tear the world apart. “What do I care about saving millions? I would drown my lands in blood for you! I would die a thousand deaths to keep you safe!”

He doesn’t expect it; the punch that lands on his jaw and knocks him off his feet, tumbling onto the furs before the stone fireplace. Charles’ eyes are glittering now and so very blue, his own anger cresting fast and furious at Erik’s provocation.

“How dare you! You really care so little for your people? You would let Apocalypse—”

Erik grabs Charles by the arm and yanks him to the ground, pinning him face down in a move they learned from the father they shared. It stokes Charles’ anger even more at being so handled, and Erik has to twist his arm behind his back to keep him from breaking free of the hold.

“You bastard! Let me go.”

“Are you really so eager to marry that monster?” Erik hisses, the thought of Charles with another man burning him to the core. “Do you think that will save you from me, Charles? That I will not have you, if you belong to someone else?”

Charles stills beneath him, though only for a moment, before he starts wriggling again and trying to get away. “Erik, please. We’re brothers. It’s not right.”

It’s the same answer to the same question, every time they find themselves at the brink. No matter how he feels – and Erik knows that Charles loves him deeply, with the same passion and desire that Erik has for his beloved brother – Charles will not let them consummate their union. They are the same blood, he says, and royalty at that; they cannot act on their feelings for the sake of Erik’s throne and his reputation.

“Our love is dangerous,” Charles says, his lips still red and puffy from Erik’s kisses. “It could light the whole world on fire.”

“Then let us burn it down,” he answers, even as Charles pulls away, eyes wet with unshed tears. “I love you. You and no other.”

“You can’t,” Charles whispers, no longer struggling, even as Erik’s free hand slips low inside his trousers, sliding from his hip to the slope of his shapely buttocks. “It’s madness.”

Erik laughs, his bitterness – and the temptation of Charles’ pliant body – unbearable and overwhelming. “You will not deny me, brother,” he answers, darkly satisfied by the shock on Charles’ face as Erik rips the fine material covering his legs. “If you wish to be a martyr, then I shall oblige you.”

In his mind he has ever been gentle and tender, treating Charles as he would a much cherished lover. Instead, he ruts against him like an animal in heat, robbing him even the simple courtesy of a coupling in bed. But he finds that he does not want to be kind, or considerate, to Charles in this moment; he wants Charles to feel the same gut wrenching pain that Erik feels at the thought of never seeing him again.

He scarcely remembers prepping Charles with his fingers, before he’s pushing in and slotting into place.

Charles gasps, and clenches tight, and does not cry out when Erik finally starts moving. But with each thrust Charles answers with a little pained moan, back arching and legs spreading ever wider to accommodate Erik’s bulk. His eyes though, are wet and his expression shuttered, as Erik takes what should belong to him, driving his hips mercilessly in and out of that tight, warm flesh.

“You cannot lie to me,” he says, as he nips Charles’ ear, wrenching the collar of his tunic wide so he can lick and taste the pale skin beneath. “Would you pretend not to love this?” Erik asks, his thrusts urgent and ruthless even as Charles moans, low and pitiful, fingers clenching white-knuckled against the furs. “Would you say this is wrong, even as you lay bare and wanton before me, impaled on my prick?”

“Erik, Erik, please,” Charles whimpers, still too proud to admit what his heart and his body wants, with his erection hard and leaking in Erik’s hand. “This cannot be.”

It is just like Charles to remain stubborn to the last, unwilling to concede even now, and it does nothing to stem the tide of Erik’s fury. If he will not tell the truth willingly than Erik will make him, letting the fire in his blood burn them both to ashes.

He grabs Charles roughly by the hair, and snarls in his ear, “Tell the truth, or I shall call for the servants, so they can see you for what you are; mine, sprawled naked beneath me, my cock rammed inside your body.”

Mortified at the thought, for propriety’s sake and his own reputation, Charles snaps, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I would,” he replies with a grin, snapping his hips even harder as Charles writhes and pants beneath him. “Say it.”

Charles moans then, loud and unashamed, and Erik is triumphant as he batters repeatedly against the spot making him shiver and quake.

“I love you,” Charles says, soft at first, and then louder in concert with Erik’s thrusts. “I love you! Erik, please. Please, I need…Erik.”

“Say you’re mine,” Erik orders, slotting their mouths together in a kiss that makes them both breathless and dizzy. “You’re mine, Charles, and no one else can have you.”

They’re both close, and Charles is pushing against him now, rapidly coming undone. “I’m yours.” He clenches down hard around his prick, head thrown back as Erik jerks him roughly to his peak. “I’m— Oh gods, Erik!”

He comes, and then Erik is coming too, shouting out as he spurts hot and sticky deep inside Charles’ body. It’s done now, he thinks, in a cloud of lusty haze; he has marked Charles with his seed, and claimed his brother for his own.

“I will not let you marry him,” he says, gentle as he kisses Charles’ cheek, and brushes the matted hair from his forehead. “You will stay with me, and we will prepare the kingdom for war.”

In his arms, with Erik’s cock still inside of him, Charles sighs but does not answer.

#cherik #gerec writes #dubcon #historical au #powered au #dirtybad prompts #Anonymous #royalty au

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hellomorganus · 3 years

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Helen Draiz

I do not own The Phantom of the Opera. The book/musical/movies belong to their rightful owners. I only own my characters.

CHAPTER 5

Helen examined her surroundings, fiddling with the sleeves on her robe as Erik made tea in his kitchen. He had brought her down to his home, instead of the kitchen in the opera house because she had wanted to talk freely without any fear of eavesdroppers. It was dark and cold in his home but Helen didn’t dare mention anything. He had already given her enough grief about him not wanting any visitors but he caved at the mention of any eavesdroppers.

He returned with the tea shortly after, placed the tray on the small table in front of Helen and a loveseat that he sat in. “Thank you,” the brunette grinned, gently lifting her cup off the tray and placing it in front of her.

Erik nodded, his eyes never leaving her. He seemed a bit more on edge, especially having a stranger in his home. The place he felt the most safe. She was practically invading his space. He should have said no to tea.

Helen sipped on her tea quietly, trying her best to ignore him staring at her. She went back to scanning the area, a small smile tugging at her lips. There was music sheets everywhere and several instruments hidden away in their cases. Helen grinned when her gaze caught sight of an organ.

“Your home is beautiful Monsieur.” she told him as she turned her gaze back to him.

Erik ran his hands down his thighs nervously. “Thank you,” he whispered, continuing to eye her. “What was it...you wanted to talk about?”

Helen looked back up at him, observing how nervous he was. He had hung up his cape and hat, leaving him in his normal attire. He probably felt bare. She looked down over her own attire and smirked lightly. He felt bare compared to her?

“Well Monsieur,” Helen started, lifting her cup to her lips. “I didn’t really have a topic in mind. I just wanted to talk.”

Erik nodded, gulping as Helen took another sip of tea, leaving his own cup untouched. His breathing was quickening just slightly throughout the moment of silence, making Helen anxious. He probably wanted her to leave. This interaction was too much for him.

Helen bit her lip and thought of topics to talk about when her eyes flashed towards the music sheets. “Perhaps you’d give me the honor of knowing what you’ve been composing?” she suggested, smiling softly to him.

Erik’s hands paused on his thighs as he examined her. Sitting up straighter, he finally composed himself and shook his head. “None of them are finished. They are for an opera.”

Helen nodded, gently putting her tea down. “I’m sure they’re lovely. You will finish them soon enough.”

The Phantom once again was uncomfortable with the silence, running his hands along his pant legs once more. The woman sighed to herself, playing with the ends of her hair as she thought of what to talk about. It should be something that would make him comfortable with the situation. Comfortable around her.

“Mademoiselle Helen,” Erik said suddenly, his eyes flashing to her’s. “If you...don’t mind my asking...where are you from? You have an accent I have never heard before.”

Helen blushed, grinning at him. “I’m from the U.S. Monsieur. Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts.” she told him.

“What...brought you to France?” he asked, gulping a bit as he reached for his tea.

Helen thought about how to answer that. “I suppose...my brother’s death did indirectly.” she answered, sipping on her tea as she thought about her elaboration. “My brother wanted to travel the world. And he promised to bring me. But he died before we could do it together, so I’m adventuring for him.”

Erik nodded understandingly, holding his tea cup with both hands. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Helen smiled, “Thank you,” she whispered before sipping on her tea again. They sat in silence once more before Helen briefly cleared her throat. “May I ask you something Monsieur?” she asked, running her fingers along her ring finger.

The Phantom shifted in his seat before nodding. “You may,” he replied, watching her anxiously.

Helen took in a deep breath before looking up at him. She licked at her lips nervously as she thought of how to go about her question. “You’re a man…” she started, tapping her fingers against her teacup. “Do...well, um...do all men want to marry at some point in their lives? And...let’s say if they are planning on proposing, do they...carry the ring with them?”

The man furrowed his eyebrows at the question. He definitely wasn’t expecting that as her question. He gulped as he thought over her questions. “Well,” he mumbled, thinking back to all of the men he’d met in his lifetime that fancied women and gotten married. “I suppose maybe not all but most men would want to settle down with the woman they love and marry. Start a family.”

Helen leaned forward, intently taking in his answers as she thought of Henry. Maybe he was one of the few who didn’t want to marry? But, if that was true, then why would they be courting. Courting usually led to marriage. “And...do they carry the ring with them? Everywhere?”

Erik slowly nodded, his own thoughts drifting to the ring secured in his pocket for Christine. “I believe so, yes.”

The brunette nodded, her smile faltering as she sat up straighter. “Thank you,” she mumbled, taking another sip of her tea.

“May I ask why you would inquire about such a thing?” Erik decided to push, following her actions.

Helen sighed, lowering her shoulders. “I have been courting a violinist here for about two years now. And he has yet to show any interest in proposing. Am I doing something wrong?”

Erik couldn’t help but smirk as he shook his head. “No child. It’s the boy.” he replied, sipping at his tea.

“What do you mean?” Helen asked, leaning forwards again.

Erik pursed his lips as he placed the tea cup down. “He is simply nervous. The man in question is Monsieur Henry is it not?”

Helen nodded, placing her own teacup down. “How did you know?”

The Phantom smirked, motioning around his home. “The Phantom has eyes everywhere Mademoiselle.” he replied mysteriously before leaning forward like her and clasping his hands together, slowly becoming more comfortable around her. “I have seen the way he is around you. Have you noticed how his left hand is always in his pocket when near you?”

Helen shook her head, gnawing on her lip as she listened silently.

“That is where he has been hiding the ring my dear. I have seen him in his room late at night writing for hours. Most likely his proposal speech or ideas. He does plan on marrying you someday, he is just scared to act upon it.”

Helen’s face lit up as she learned the news. One of her hands held her flustered cheeks as she thought of Henry nervously coming up with ideas on how to propose to her. And the ring that was tucked away in his pocket. She couldn’t help but giggle at the information.

“Thank you,” she beamed at the man, her smile still ever present on her lips.

Erik nodded, enjoying seeing the girl as happy as she was. He felt the corners of his lips turn upwards, a ghost of a smile rising on his face. “You are ever welcome Mademoiselle Helen.”

They both finished their tea and both decided it was time for Helen to return to her room to at least try and get some sleep. Erik led her back to her room, opening the wall for her to exit out of. Before she stepped out into the hall, she turned to face him.

“Thank you for tonight,” grinned Helen. She chewed on the inside of her lip anxiously. “Can we do it again some other time?”

The masked man felt his lips twitch upwards and his head move up and down on it’s own. Helen, upon receiving the nod grinned even more and curtsied. “Until next time then Monsieur.” she said before turning and walking down the hall.

Erik closed the wall’s entrance before reaching into his pocket and pulled out the box. He opened it carefully examining the ring closely, trying to picture it on Christine. When would he propose?

~-~-~

“Guess what, guess what, guess what?” grinned Helen as she spun Henry around to face her.

Henry chuckled, swinging their arms back and forth. “What?” he smirked, looking down at her excited face.

“I, good sir, have the rest of the day off.” she grinned, throwing her hands up in the air and spinning in place to show off how happy she was.

The blonde boy chuckled as he watched her with adoration, crossing his arms. He took his hand in his own and began twirling her, dipping her backwards and placing a kiss of her lips. “That is wonderful news my love,” he grinned, lifting her back up.

Helen sighed contentedly, resting her head on his shoulder. “And I...would like to spend it with you.”

Henry smiled and played with the ends of her hair, swaying them back and forth. “I like that idea...but…”

“No,” whined the brunette. “No buts. Buts are always bad.”

Henry smiled sadly, nodding. “But...I have to get back to rehearsal. The show is in two weeks, remember?”

Helen huffed, kissing his jawline. “Please? Not even for an hour?”

The boy smiled, gently peeling her lips away from him. “As much as I would love to say yes, I have to decline. But...the last night of our show, I’m all yours.”

Helen frowned and nodded, pulling back and kissing his cheek. “All mine?” she repeated, looking up at him.

Henry nodded. “All yours.”

“I’m holding you to that promise.” she swore before walking away from him. She waved him goodbye before walking over to her red haired friend.

Camille, the ever loyal friend to them both, had admitted to Henry about finding Helen’s bed empty recently in the middle of the night and sneaking back in a few hours before sunrise. Last night was around the fourth time Camille had noticed. Word flew around the stagehands of Helen’s disappearances late at night, some claiming they even had their way with her. This upset Henry in many ways. He was upset to know that Helen wasn’t getting enough sleep. Upset that the stagehands would say such horrible things about his innocent love. But a small part of him feared they were true. Why else would she stay up all night?

Helen linked arms with Camille, sighing sadly. “He says he has to get back to rehearsal,” she told her friend, leading her down the hall towards their room. “Maybe we could do something together?”

Camille blushed, biting her lip. “Actually Helen…” she started, smiling guiltily. “I have somewhere to be.”

“Oh?” Helen said, raising her eyebrow. “May I know some details?”

Camille blushed, and lowered her gaze to the ground. “Do you know Jean?” she started, twirling her hair around her finger.

Helen thought for a moment, opening their bedroom door. “The one that tends to the horses?” she asked.

Camille nodded, her cheeks darkening. “Yes, him. Well,” she gulped, tugging lightly on her hair as she walked towards her wardrobe to find a dress. “We are going on an outing.”

Helen gasped, holding her hand to her chest. “And you’re just telling me this now?” she asked in fake betrayal.

The 17 year old laughed, pulling out a green dress and black shoes. “Je suis desole (I’m sorry),” she said, laying the dress down on her made bed. “We haven’t had the chance to work close together recently. And...well...you’re never in bed.”

Helen frowned lightly, nodding. “I understand Camille.” she replied, biting the inside of her cheek. “We’ve both been busy.”

Camille nodded, slowly undressing and pulling on the green dress. She slid on her nicer shoes and finished by releasing her hair from the messy bun she threw it in that morning. She added a touch of makeup before grabbing any of necessary accessories. When she was done she turned to Helen for approval.

Helen gave her a nod and two thumbs up, ushering her off for her date. She waved to her friend from their doorway, holding onto her arms as she watched the girl disappear around a corner.

She was now alone.

Helen sighed, pushing off of the doorway and walking down at the halls, hoping to run into a familiar face. And that she did.

She grinned when she caught sight of the Persian’s face, quickening her pace to walk beside him. She looked up at him, finally catching up. “Good evening Monsieur Khan.”

The man gave her a warm smile, nodding his head towards her. “Good evening to you as well Mademoiselle Draiz.”

Helen shook her head, a smile widening on her face. “You don’t have to use formalities around me Monsieur.”

Nadir nodded once more, rounding a corner with her. “Of course Helen. Tell me, what do I owe this pleasure?”

Helen shrugged, folding her hands over each other. “I just wanted to talk to you Monsieur.” she admitted before lowering her voice. “Thank you for what you did the other night. He would have killed me if you weren’t there.”

The man smirked, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t have.” he told her, sighing. “He took an oath to not kill any women since the incident a few years ago.”

Helen furrowed her eyebrows, intrigued. “Incident?” she repeated, lifting up her skirt as they began climbing stairs, most likely leading to the boxes.

Nadir nodded, looking around him anxiously for anyone watching them. “Yes Mad--Helen. He swore he would never kill any women after that. His bark is bigger than his bite.”

Helen smiled, nodding. He was a kind man once they both got over their stubborn shell. “I know,” she grinned, quietly counting the boxes as they passed. She followed Nadir into box five and looked around at the beautiful interior. She never came inside the box during the day

“Are you joining me Helen?” asked the man as he stood at a wall. “He may enjoy more company.”

Helen bit her lip as she thought it over. Henry would be rehearsing for a few more hours and Camille wouldn’t be returning any time soon. She hesitantly nodded and walked over to him. “I would love to join you Monsieur.”

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