#Can I write something where Erik keeps his shirt on?

[starlitangels]

Worried

This isn’t how the video follow-up is gonna happen but I wanted to write something for it anyway because Erik can’t stop me dammit 2.3k words (on the dot!!!)

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The moment Aaron got off the phone, I knew he was antsy. I’d seen it on him many times and recognized the way his brows knit together and his jaw set. He huffed quietly.

“Elliott-slash-Eli as in your brother?” I asked curiously.

He nodded. “Yeah. That was my brother,” he confirmed.

“Did he want something from you?”

“Yeah.” Aaron sounded distant. Like his mind was ten years or so in the past��when his relationship with his brother fell apart.

“Well... what did he want?”

“I don’t know. Something’s wrong, I—I’ve never... I’ve never heard him sound like that.”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. He hung up. He’s... um... he’s coming here. I guess we’ll find out when he gets here.” He swore quietly under his breath and got out of his chair at the dining table, beginning to pace.

He paced so much that he paced right out of the room and into our room. I heard him opening and closing dresser drawers.

He emerged back into the living room a minute later all dressed. His hair was still a bit messy from sleep, but he’d put on jeans and a T-shirt instead of the fleece pajama bottoms he’d been wearing. Then went back to pacing—this time directly in front of the living room window. Which he didn’t stop looking out. Craning his head side-to-side to look as far down the street either way as the window would let him.

“I thought your brother didn’t live in Dahlia.”

“He doesn’t. He hasn’t really left our hometown.”

“Then... what’s he doing in Dahlia? Did you know he was coming here?”

Aaron shook his head. “No. He... didn’t tell me he’d be so close by. I don’t know why he’s here.” He kept pacing.

“You’re worried.”

“Of course I am,” he grumped. “First time Elliott’s called me in years and he sounds like he’s in the middle of some sort of emotional crisis.” Aaron sucked in a breath through his nose. “The Elliott I remember was a lot of things, and emotionally resilient was at the top of that damn list. Whatever’s wrong with him has got to be severe if he’s reacting like this.”

“I thought you didn’t really get along with your brother.”

His nostrils flared a little. “He’s still my brother. It’s my fault we don’t talk but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. I do. He’s... he’s always been a bit of a menace but he’s my baby brother. Doesn’t matter that he was adopted and I wasn’t. He’s family. I love him. And I’ve always worried about him. My mom taught me that I’m supposed to keep him safe and... and even after we stopped talking to each other... I still need to.”

He paced even harder. I got up and went to go get dressed myself. Once that was done, I brushed my teeth and took Aaron’s toothbrush to him. He brushed his in the kitchen so he could still keep an eye on the street.

“Are you ever going to tell me what really happened between you and your brother that made you... drift apart?” I leaned against the archway between the front rooms.

Aaron didn’t reply immediately. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s not something I like thinking about. It was my fault. I just... I don’t know if I can talk about it.” The wording was strange but I wasn’t sure why. He kept pacing. Back and forth between the living room and kitchen, scratching at his facial hair or rubbing the back of his neck.

A car engine drove by outside. Aaron’s head whipped toward the street. A white SUV sailed past our windows and carried on its way. If it wasn’t the middle of winter, Aaron probably would have gone outside to wait for his brother.

“What kind of car does Elliott have?”

“Uh... I don’t know. By the time he got his own, he wasn’t really talking to me much.” A muscle in Aaron’s jaw flickered. “Knowing him, though, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was purple.”

I raised a brow. “Purple?”

“Always been his favorite color.” He cast a glance at the top of the cabinet where we kept our mugs before striding out of the kitchen.

“Is there anything I can do to help you—right now?” I asked.

Aaron heaved a heavy sigh. “I don’t think so. But thank you. I’m sorry this threw a wrench into our plans for the day. I really wanted to celebrate with you.”

I smirked. “You’ll just have to make it up to me twice over later,” I remarked with a cheeky wink.

That made him smile—briefly. “Trust me, once whatever is up with my brother is over, I will. Promise.” He twisted in his pacing and came back to me, planting a kiss on my temple before proceeding past me.

I just watched him for a few more minutes, deciding what to say—if, indeed to say anything—and keeping an eye on his body language. Wound up. I’d say “as always” but this was worse than usual. There was a visible knot forming in his shoulder.

“Sit,” I said, pointing at one of the dining table chairs.

“What?”

“Sit down. You are overstressing and you’re gonna screw with your shoulder again. Let me rub it out.”

“I don’t need—”

“Aaron. This isn’t a suggestion.”

He raised an eyebrow—almost suggestively. “Someone feeling bossy this morning, smartass?”

“I feel like taking care of you since you’re obviously not going to do it.” I strode up behind one of the dining chairs and yanked it away from the table. “Let me rub out that shoulder or I’m gonna... I don’t even know.”

“Yeah. You don’t know because you know you can’t overpower me. If I don’t want to sit in that chair, I’m not going to.”

“Aaron. Ass. Chair. Now.”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, he plopped down in the chair. I started working the muscle of his shoulder gently to warm it up.

“Try and relax, baby,” I said softly. “I know you’re worried about your brother but you can’t screw up that shoulder again or else you’ll just be suffering with it for weeks.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right,” he admitted. “I just... I can’t help it.” His voice took on a grunt of strain as I kneaded into his trapezius muscle. “Can you lighten that spot up a little?”

I backed off the force I was applying. “Sorry. Thought it was ready.”

“Not just yet.” His scrunched up face eased out.

I kept working his shoulder for a little while. It took a long time to break down the knot and smooth it out, compared to normal.

Apparently Elliott hadn’t mentioned where he was coming from either so we didn’t know how long it would take him to get to the house.

But once I was done with his shoulder, Aaron popped off the chair like someone ran an electric current through it and went to check the windows. He’d stopped pacing, at least. But apparently standing vigil and watching the two ends of the street was going to be his new method.

I watched him for a few minutes in silence. I wanted to help but didn’t know what else I could do. In the months since we got together and I’d moved in, he hadn’t mentioned his brother much. I knew he had a brother. I knew his name was Elliott. I knew he’d been adopted into Aaron’s family, and Aaron kept Elliott’s favorite mug from their childhood in the top corner of his mug cabinet but never used it. I knew they didn’t get along and didn’t talk a lot. I didn’t know why.

In the middle of biting at a flake of dried skin on my lower lip, Aaron went rigid. “Eli,” he whispered.

Before I could even consider protesting for him to even put shoes on, Aaron pushed away from the living room window and went right out the front door. Not quite pulling it hard enough behind him to close it. I held the door mostly shut, but open enough to watch through it.

Aaron was standing at the base of the side front yard. A purple sedan pulled into our driveway at Aaron’s indication to the driver. He circled the back of the car after it parked and went to the driver’s side, waiting just behind where the door would open. And after a moment, it did.

A man a few years younger than Aaron—four, if my memory served—unfolded out of the car. Aaron immediately gathered him into his arms. Elliott clung to the back of Aaron’s shirt. Over Aaron’s shoulder I could see a loose grey beanie perched atop dirty blond curls. He appeared to be about Aaron’s height, if not an inch taller. But Elliott had hunched his shoulders forward and ducked his head to fit under Aaron’s chin. He was shaking as he kicked the car door shut.

Aaron rocked him back and forth, holding onto him firmly. I could barely hear that Aaron was speaking, but his low voice was resonant enough to travel just barely for me to know he was saying something.

If I had to guess, he was probably saying, “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. I got you.”

After a moment, Aaron started to tug his brother toward the house. Elliott had on a pair of well-worn purple Converse hi-tops, grey skinny jeans almost the same shade as his beanie, and a dark purple soft-looking sweater against the Dahlia winter chill.

The two came inside. I opened the door to let them in and shut it behind them. “Thanks, baby,” Aaron said softly.

Elliott tried to school his features into a neutral expression. “This is your partner?” he asked. His voice was thick with emotion, and wavering.

“Yeah.”

Elliott extended a hand—a shaky one. “I’m Elliott. Nice to meet you.”

I took his hand, but just held it in both of mine instead of shaking it, as I gave him my name in return. “It’s nice to meet you too.” And I really meant it.

Elliott sniffed sharply. “I-I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I’m not—I’m not usually like this. It’s just—”

“Eli, it’s okay,” Aaron said softly. “Come sit down.” He turned to me. “Baby, would you do me a favor and get his mug down and—and do we still have that hot cocoa mix in the pantry?”

I nodded. “I’ll make some. Do you want some coffee, Aaron?”

“No thanks. But you can make yourself some if you want it.” He wrapped an arm around Elliott’s shoulder and led him to the living room where they sat on the couch. Aaron held onto Elliott with the same solid firmness he always used with me after a hard day. The comfort of a rock in a storm—someone who wouldn’t buckle or sway underneath the emotional load of another person. “Tell me what’s going on, Eli. Please,” he said quietly. I gave him a melancholy smile over his brother’s head as I retreated into the kitchen.

I made sure to make just enough noise to drown them out. Curious as I was, I wanted them to have some time alone. The first time they’d seen each other in years—I figured they deserved the privacy to talk. Elliott didn’t know me. I didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t tell Aaron what was really going on with him just because a stranger to him was in the other room.

I had to climb on the counter and get out Elliott’s mug, and was very careful bringing it back down before bustling to get out the cocoa mix.

“—my mind doesn’t feel safe. I’m not used to my mind not being safe. I know others like me know how to make other people’s minds not safe for them but this feels like it’s mine and—” I heard Elliott talking to Aaron and knit my eyebrows together.

Did I want to know?

I decided if it became my business, Aaron would tell me. If it wasn’t my business, I’d ask after Elliott was gone.

The electric kettle started bubbling in earnest. I grabbed the cocoa mix tub and took it over to the mug. I smiled slightly. “Elliott?” I called.

“Mm?” His voice wasn’t as low as Aaron’s, so I could tell it was him responding, even if Aaron would have made the same noise.

“Do you want a shot of caramel syrup in your cocoa?”

“O-oh. Uh... yes, please. That sounds nice.”

I smiled and grabbed the caramel coffee syrup out of the cupboard. Aaron occasionally complained that the way I prepared drinks was complicated but there was nothing wrong with a little extra flavor flair, in my opinion.

Once the cocoa was finished, I peeked into the living room.

Elliott was huddled against Aaron’s shoulder. The beanie had come off to reveal his curls were a wild, chaotic mess. Aaron was running his hand through the tangle, speaking quietly. “—safe here, Eli. I promise. I know we’ve had our differences but you’re still my brother. I love you, and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“Thank you, Aaron.”

I decided to make my entrance then, bearing the mug in both hands. “Careful, it’s hot,” I said, setting it on the coffee table in front of Elliott.

“Thank you,” Elliott said. 

“Of course, Elliott.” I brushed Aaron’s bangs off his forehead, gave him a kiss, and moved to leave. “I’ll let you two talk. Let me know when I’m good to come back.”

“Thanks, baby,” Aaron said softly.

I nodded. “Take care of him.”

“I will. You know I will.”

Smiling softly, I gave Elliott a small wave and a, “Bye, Elliott,” before heading out of the living room.

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Can you write a fic where the incubi comfort MC after her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend? This just happened to me and I could rlly use some incubi love T_T

So sorry to hear that happened to you, hope all is better soon<3! Hope you enjoy this fic:3

(Platonic)

Me Before You-Incubi x Reader

I walked back into my house and closed the door behind me, turning to face the door and sink against it, my forehead against the door. I didn’t let myself cry. Didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I tried to convince myself it was all for the best. Tried to hold everything in. Tried to be strong. But I don’t feel strong. I feel weak. I feel broken. I feel sick to my stomach. My mind kept going back to the two of them in bed together. Two people I trusted. Two people I loved the most. Two hours ago, I was happy, everything in my life was fine. My heart wasn’t completely fucking shattered with the fact my boyfriend and my best friend were sleeping with each other behind my back. And they didn’t even seem a little fucking sorry. Didn’t seem a bit scared to lose me. What’s wrong with me? What did I do to deserve this?

My chest felt hollow as the tears finally started to pour down my face. I feel so hopeless.

“Mika?”

I quickly turned around to see Damien, standing in front me with a deep frown on his face. I couldn’t even try to deflect. I couldn’t speak. I felt like I was drowning. Damien simply opened his arms to me. I let out a loud sob as I practically ran into his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” He said softly as he rubbed my back. I couldn’t do anything but sob into his shirt. I’m so pathetic. “No you’re not. Not at all.”

“Hey, what happened?” Matthew asked as he rushed in followed by the rest of the incubi. I could hear Damien hesitate. I mentally gave him permission to tell them what happened.

“Her boyfriend cheated on her. With her best friend.” I could hear a mix between sourness and sympathy in his voice as he said it.

“Oh my goodness.” James said breathlessly.

“We’re so sorry that happened to you.” Erik said, frowning. I finally pulled away from Damien and looked towards the boys. I took a deep breath, trying to finally say something, but the lump in my throat was fighting to keep my words down. Stupid.

“You’re not stupid.” Damien said with a quarter of sterness in his voice.

“Yeah,” Sam piped in, “Those dipshits are the ones that are stupid!”

James placed a hand on my shoulder, “You are amazing, Mika. You don’t at all deserve what happened to you.” But how could that be true? Why would the two people I gave everything to completely break me if I didn’t do anything to deserve it?

“We’re here for you, okay?” Matthew told me, “Anything you need, we got you!”

I pushed down the lump in my throat and breathed some air back into my lungs. I eventually spoke up, “…I- I just wanna stop feeling like this…” I managed to quietly mumble out, and it wasn’t even well articulated. What is the matter with me?

The boys exchanged looks with each other before Damien lifted me into his arms. He brought me to the living room and sat me down on the couch.

“I could make you your favorite dessert? Would that be okay with you?” Matthew asked. I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I still nodded. Matthew smiled at me before he went off to the kitchen.

“You wanna play?” Sam asked, offering me a controller and gesturing to the paused multiplayer screen on the tv, “You can kick James’s ass at video games. That outta cheer you up.” That started to bring a smile to my face. But my mind started to drift back to my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.

“I’ll just watch for now.” I muttered.

“Hey, you know what happened wasn’t at all your fault right?” Erik said, sitting next to me on the couch.

“I don’t know. I just,” I swallowed. Everything was spinning around in my head, “I feel so used and…discarded. I loved him so much. I gave him everything. I helped him through so much. But obviously he didn’t give two shits about me. He dropped me for someone he found more interesting. My fucking best friend of all people,” The sinking feeling in my chest came and I began to cry again, “The person I trusted most in the world. The person I was there for through everything. The person who was there for me through everything, was nothing but a liar. I meant nothing to them.” I sighed, letting out a shaky breath, “I miss the person I was before them. The person who didn’t feel so pathetic and miserable right now.” I didn’t realize I was rambling until I looked up and everyone was sitting silently, listening. Matthew even came back into the room and I didn’t notice. I suddenly felt small.

“You’re an amazing person,” James said, softly, “Those two are idiotic for betraying the trust of someone as great as you. They obviously have sorrowful lives themselves to do something so despicable.”

“Yeah, hurt people hurt people. There is nothing wrong with you,” Erik said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “You deserve the world.”

“Those losers are the ones who are pathetic and miserable!” Matthew added.

“I oughta punch the guy in the nose.” Sam grumbled, and that made me smile a bit.

“Don’t listen to the negative thoughts in your head,” Damien told me, “This isn’t the end of your life. Soon enough, you’ll get over them and realize they were never worth it at all. Even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.” Damien scooped me up in a hug and the others followed his lead and started one big cuddle sesh.

There was a spark in my heart and I felt the hollowness go away slightly. I don’t know if they were enthralling me or what, but either way, their presence was definitely helping. They pulled away from the hug and a small smile formed on my face, “Thank you guys. So much,” I looked at each of them, “For being here with me even when I’m a mess.” I laughed slightly.

“We’ll always be here for ya, doofus. No matter what.” Sam said sincerely as he reached to ruffle my hair. James went on to massage my shoulders while Damien provided cuddles and Matthew fed me my favorite dessert. Sam got Erik to play against him on the game and to be honest, it did make me laugh seeing Erik being terrible at video games. Sam turned to look at me, “You ready to get in on this?”

“I’m sure you’ll have no problem beating me.” Erik laughed at himself.

I smiled, “Alright.” I grabbed the controller from Sam.

“Woo! You got this!” Matthew cheered me on.

The incubi spent the rest of the night by my side cheering me up. After a video game marathon, we got a bunch of snacks, loaded up with blankets and pillows, and built a big fort in the living room before turning on Disney movies.

“This is stupid,” Sam said to the tv as we were watching Disney’s Cinderella, “You’re saying no one else in that damn town has the same shoe size as her?”

“Sam, do you have to talk through the entire movie?” James sighed.

“I mean i’m just saying-“ Sam was cut off by Matthew hitting him with a pillow. Matthew laughed hysterically at Sam’s offended face. “Oh no you didn’t.” Sam said before grabbing a pillow and hurling it at Matthew. In the blink of an eye, the two got caught up on their impromptu pillow fight, tackling each other with their pillows.

“Guys come on.” Damien tried to interject. But the two weren’t listening as they got really into it. They were at least having fun, until Sam accidentally hit me in the face with his pillow. Everyone froze.

“Holy shit! Sorry!” Sam rushed to say. I paused for a moment, considering my attack. It wasn’t long before I quickly grabbed a pillow and hit Sam with enough force to knock him down. I laughed at everyone’s shocked faces.

“Yeah! Pillow fight!” Matthew shouted before practically jumping on Sam and attacking him with a pillow when his guard was down. Damien eventually joined in, followed by Erik even. I managed to step off to the side and sit with James as the rest of the boys went at it. I couldn’t help my laughter seeing them all being so playful with each other. I noticed in the corner of my eye James was smiling at me.

“What is it?” I asked, confused.

“I’m glad to see you’re smiling. I’ll take this as we were successful in making you feel better?” He asked hopefully. I didn’t realize the sinking feeling in my chest had gone. Just being around the boys and seeing them act like brothers was helpful. I giggled.

“Yeah, you guys are awesome.” I genuinely smiled. James leaned in and kissed my forehead, “That’s good. I am quite upset about the movie interruption though.” I chuckled as I had completely forgotten about the movie.

“They’ll tire out soon enough.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, relaxing into him. I was just now noticing how heavy my eyes felt. I feel comfortable. I feel safe surrounded by these boys even as they were beating each other with pillows. I feel so loved in this moment. Whatever else happened in the future, I knew I would have these guys by my side to help me through anything. And that thought comforted me as I drifted off to sleep.

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Prompt Time! Since Eliza was lovely and sent me two(!) and I’m a shit and have only done one so far, here it is.

“You’re incredibly high.”

It was half an hour past the time they’d agreed to meet by the stables, and Erik was nowhere to be found. It wasn't like him to not be somewhere when he said he would, especially when it concerned El. They'd spent enough time on the run to know if the other didn't show up, something bad had happened.  El’s mood skyrocketed from concern to panic in minutes. He ran back around towards the shops, and back around the other side where the circus tent used to be. No sign of him. He double checked all of the alleyways, slumping against a wall when he came up empty handed. Had he gotten himself into trouble? Was he being held somewhere? Before El let his mind spiral too far, he decided to check out the campsite before kicking down the palace doors. Erik did have a habit of slipping out from the crowds on occasion. 

El zoomed out to the nearest campsite to get some fresh air and hopefully catch his thief. He sat by the Goddess statue and put the edge of his hand flat to his forehead to shield his eyes from the blazing sun as he scanned the sandy horizon. In the distance he could make out a blob of green, red, and blue. Promising. He got up and sprinted over, finding Erik sitting in the sand with his shirt off and tied around his waist, his sash tied around his forehead. His cheeks were puffed out, sand still stuck to his lips, like a chipmunk.

“Erwevin!” He exclaimed. When he tried to open his mouth to speak, a pile of sand fell out. His left hand had another pile ready, and Eleven grabbed his wrist before he could raise it to his mouth.

“...Hi. What exactly are you doing out here?” He eyed him suspiciously. Was he sick? Crazy from heat exhaustion? Erik looked him dead in the eyes, expression as serious as the day they met.

“El, I hate sand. And the only way to get rid of it is to eat it. Trust me.”

It took everything in Eleven not to burst out laughing. That may have been the single most ridiculous thing Erik had ever said to him. Something was definitely wrong. He reached to untie the sash from his forehead, and his hand was slapped away.

“Hey! Don’t. It makes me look cool.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. Eleven huffed and squared his shoulders. He didn’t usually lose his patience with anyone, let alone Erik, but it was hot. He could already feel the beads of sweat rolling down his back. He reached out with an open hand to help Erik off the ground. He stared at it for a few moments before reaching out and giving El a high five. Eleven clenched his hands into fists and held them steady at his sides, and for a rare moment, lost his composure.

“Ugh, what is wrong with you?! You’re acting like a kid!” He took a few deep breaths to bring himself back to a level head. When he looked back to Erik, his heart lurched. Erik looked back up at him like a kicked puppy.

“Look, I’m sorry I yelled, but we really have to get back to the others. I’m taking you with me whether you like it or not.”

Before Erik could protest, El grabbed him by the waist and flung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Erik began giggling, beating his fists against El’s sweat-soaked back.

“Hey, at least buy me dinner first!” He laughed, before El zoomed them back into town.

Once they were back on solid ground, El set Erik back on his feet and immediately had to grab his shoulders to keep him from falling over. Once he was steady, he rested his hands on his knees, head down. El turned away when he began to dry heave. After a few moments he stood up straight, taking a few deep breaths as his vision cleared.

“Man, I forgot how disorienting that was.”

El looked around the square and quickly spotted Veronica and Serena by a supplies stall. He grabbed Erik's hand and pulled him along. Hopefully Serena could cure him from whatever spell he was under.

Veronica took one look at Erik's new fashion statement and began cackling.

“I see Serena isn’t the only one who had a cookie today.” She said, wiping tears from her eyes. Eleven’s narrowed.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘had a cookie’? Is Serena acting weird too?” He asked, his heart sinking. So much for a cure. Veronica gave him a look of sympathy. Poor dear had no idea what edibles were. 

“Serena told me she got a cookie from some guy in an alley. It took me a bit to connect all the dots, but there was something a little extra in the cookie. I’m guessing Erik had one too.” She looked him up and down, confirming her suspicions with a nod.

“You’re incredibly high.” she said, hand on her hip. Erik grinned goofily and mimed her stance in mockery.

“You’re incrediblah-” He tripped over the word and erupted into giggles, Serena joining in. Veronica sighed like it hurt.

“Let’s get them something to eat and take it back to the Inn where we can ride the rest of this out.” She said, jabbing a thumb over at the giggle twins. Seclusion was preferred in their current state.

“I’d like to ride something out.” Erik announced, winking at El. Serena smacked his arm.

“You’re gross!” She said, hiding her smirk behind her hand. El raised an eyebrow and shook his head lightly. 

“We need to make sure they won’t go anywhere in the meantime. Veronica put her finger to her chin in thought for a moment, before perking up and grabbing both Erik and Serena’s hands. She dragged them over to the nearest alley and sat them against a wall.

“Alright you two, don’t move. If you leave this spot, you don’t get your food.” She said sternly, pointing a finger at the both of them. Their eyes went wide, puppy dog pouts on full display. They nodded in understanding as the sober pair went in search of takeout. Erik reached over and poked Serena in the shoulder. 

"What did you do today?" He asked. She sat in silence for a few moments to gather her thoughts. 

"I made friends with a rat outside the palace. The guards didn't appreciate it, even after I tried to tell them rats deserve to have friends, too."

"Bastards." Erik muttered.

"How about you?" Serena asked in turn, tilting her head towards him as if it would help her hear his answer more clearly.

"I...tried to eat sand." Once the words left his mouth he felt incredibly stupid. He rested his head in his hands. Serena burst out laughing, reaching out to brush some sand away that was still stuck in his hair.

“You know what, Erik? There’s something that I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

His eyebrows shot up, and a nervous lump formed in his stomach. She sounded serious.

“What’s that?”

“You’re stupid.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, she tossed her head back in laughter, careful not to bump it on the wall behind her. Erik crossed his arms and tried his best to look offended.

“Hey, you’re stupid.”

“No, you are so stupid. But I love you.”

“Love you too.” He leaned his head on her shoulder, relaxing as she rested her cheek against his tousled hair. Before they could get too relaxed, a voice startled them from the end of the alley. 

"Aw, how sweet. Bonding time is over kids, let's go hole up in the Inn until you two chuckleheads are back to normal." Veronica said, making sure Serena didn't topple over as she stood up. Eleven offered a hand to Erik, which he took gratefully. As they walked back, Eleven leaned over to ask Erik a question. 

"What made you eat the cookie?" 

Erik gave him a look so serious he knew he was telling the truth. 

"Serena ate it without a second thought, so I did too in case it was poison."

El smiled, it was sweet how they looked out for one another, almost like a family. But there was one problem. 

"That's very nice of you, but you realize if it was poisoned you both would have died." 

Erik's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and he slapped his hand to his forehead in embarrassment. 

"Damn it!"

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A writing scenario I never finished:

Erik and his Best Friend 🫣

I think I gave this idea to someone lol

What he said had been nagging you since last Friday.

What would make him ask you that? Where the fuck did it even come from?

The more you replayed his words in your mind, the sound of his voice so clear, you shake your head with disbelief.

“Have you ever been titty-fucked?”

“…what did you just say?”

He simply shrugs one shoulder before taking a drag of his weed.

“I said, have you ever been titty-fucked?”

He’s your best friend, someone you can turn to, and his sexual comment alarmed you. It could be a mixture of things that had him talking crazy.

For one, you’re wearing a halter top that displayed your beautifully formed, burgeoning, breasts. Secondly, he’s smoking weed and you know your best friend like the back of your hand. When he gets high, he’s a horny motherfucker on the quest for pussy to ravage.

“I’m gonna act like you didn’t just say that to me, E.”

You lean back against his loveseat before glancing at him strangely. Erik simply props his sock covered foot up against his coffee table, leg swinging, a hand resting lazily against his crotch, and his hood up. Erik could feel your eyes glued to him so he cocks his head to the side while chewing on his bottom lip.

“Are you gonna answer my question or nah?”

“Yes, I have, but what are you planning to do with this information? I’m genuinely curious.”

Erik swipes some ashes from his crotch.

“As much as we talk about sexual shit—”

“I think you need to put the weed out and get some rest, Erik.”

Your eyes burned into the side of his handsome face before you stand from the loveseat, stretch your arms, and adjust your leggings. Lastly, you grab your handbag and climb over Erik’s leg that’s propped up on the table.

“I’m gonna head out. You good?” You questioned while taking slow steps towards his apartment door.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna finish this last bit off and take my ass to bed. Let me know when you make it home, Tweety, If not you know I’m blowing your shit up.”

Erik called you Tweety because of the shape of your lips. It annoyed you at first but knowing that he won’t stop you decided to just give in. Secretly, it was starting to grow on you. He didn’t need to know that though.

“I will, Erik. Love you.”

“Love you too, girl. Be safe.”

The second you shut his door behind you, was the moment you began to wonder if your best friend has deeper feelings. It only complicated things because there is another guy, one he hates, that wants to make amends with you and start over. He’s home from prison now and he just got a new job in construction. Last time you spoke to him he got approved for his apartment and he’s driving too.

Why did Erik have to go and say some nasty shit like that? What was he implying? That he wanted to titty-fuck you?

Little did you know, your bestie was plotting something. So many times he’d watch you prance around him in your breast-hugging tops, salivating with each sway and jiggle. It’s been like that forever, especially when he gets high. It’s like you wanted him to reach over, lift your shirt, yank your bra cup down and feast on a nipple.

That Friday night, Erik was struggling to keep his cool in front of you. His lascivious thoughts made him feel guilty and awkward when you left his apartment. You were wearing that tight top that was straining around your triple D breasts and he couldn't help but gaze solidly at them, noticing the slight outline of your protruding nipples.

That was last Friday and you didn’t expect a call or text from him at this point. Sitting up in your bed at 3 AM, finishing the last box braid in your hair after working on the style for eight hours, you could see a FaceTime call coming through your phone and his name boldly stood out with the dim lighting of your bedroom. Pausing, one greasy finger extended to answer, you wait for him to speak first.

“Tweety, what you doin’ ?”

“I’m just finishing my hair. You?”

“Alone now. Glad I ain’t waste my night with this girl.”

“What girl?”

“You don’t know her. I wasn’t feeling it so she left.”

“Oh.”

There is a rather long pause and it makes you roll your eyes. Clearly, he isn’t going to bring up what happened last Friday.

“Tweety.”

“What, Erik?” You respond with a huff.

“Come roll my blunt.”

“Excuse me?”

Erik chuckles, “Come roll my blunt.”

Your eyes lower to your phone and you can see that Erik is resting on his bed on his back and the glow from his TV danced across his face. His locs are tousled and he’s shirtless. His voice sounded groggy, probably from taking a nap minutes before he called.

“Do you see what time it is? Why would I get out of my bed at almost four in the morning to roll a blunt for you?”

“Because you love me and you can’t tell me no.”

“I’m telling you no right now, Erik. It’s late as hell I’m not driving to your place.”

“Not for me? That’s messed up…”

“You act like you can’t roll it yourself. It’s not hard.”

“I got it ground up, all you gotta do is seal it for me.”

“I said no, Erik! You haven’t talked to me in a week and the first thing you say is come roll your blunt?”

“But you do it better…you seal it tighter…”

“Erik…”

“How about if I come over there?”

“You ain’t giving up, are you?”

“I miss you.”

You smile and roll your eyes at his words. Okay, you missed his ass too.

“Come on then.”

“Love you! I’m on my way.”

You hang up the call and giggle to yourself. He’s absolutely right, you can’t tell him no and actually mean it. Standing from your bed, you clean the hair up and toss it in the trash before heading to your bathroom to wash your hands. Staring at your reflection, you admire your work, impressed with the way it turned out since it is your first time….

[ivyglow]

I don’t want you like a best friend - Andre Burakovsky

A/n: Sooo, I wrote this as some kind of gift to my best friend because she loves Andre and she was trying to get me on his train (I guess she did?). She’s always hitting me with “no but you should definitely write about Tito/Andre”. Here’s your piece @skarsgardswiftie​ I hope you like it! <3 I love you sm Also, a huge shout out to @sebs-aston​ for proofreading this with such an attentive eye! You’re amazing, liv! 

Requested: yes / no

Word count: 1.9k 

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol 

Summary: you’re friends with Andre, but things are about to change after you create a TikTok account and start doing challenges that may lead to news between you and your favorite hockey player.

When it comes to capturing a moment you’re usually the person your friends think about, not simply because you’re always carrying a camera -mainly because of it-, but because you’re great with what you do -either photos or videos-. That’s also why your Instagram profile has more followers than an ordinary girl would and it’s the only place people can find you -besides e-mail-. However, that changed when your best friend -Callie- convinced you to create a TikTok account. You, of course, hated it, but she had the perfect opportunity -you were a bit tipsy, all your friends around, sunny weekend and so it goes. 

“Mikko, do you think I’m pretty?” You direct the camera to his face while looking expectantly. 

Saturday evening rolled around, the hot weather forcing your friends either to the inside of the pool or under the sunshade and their hands busy with cold drinks. It was a happy day, everyone was around, and you were enjoying the vacation. You had met half of the Hockey team as soon as you moved to Colorado and Erik, your and your brother’s hometown best friend decided you needed to know his crew and the city around. Six months later and you knew pretty much everyone and everything.

“Of course I think you’re pretty” he gives you a confused look before you turn to Tyson giggling.

“Josty, do you think I’m pretty?” you ask and he looks straight at the camera “I would give you 5 out of 10 cause you’re bro.”

You laugh and turn to Andre this time.

“Andre, do you think I’m pretty?” 

He seems taken aback by the question and unlike Tyson, he stares at you. “Of course you’re pretty.”

You keep to your task and last but not least is Nathan, he’s sitting at a table while working on some drinks and you take him by surprise by jumping in front of him. “Mac, do you think I’m pretty?”

He rolls his eyes playfully and turns his attention to you for some seconds before looking at his drink again, “I would one hundred percent date you if you were not my sisters’ best friend” 

And then your time is over. 

“So you’re a tiktoker now?” Erik sits beside you and Nathan just as you uploaded the video. He raises his eyebrows and you roll your eyes lightly, “you know I hate TikTok, but it’s fun, so…”

“She’s gonna end up famous there too”, Andre announces leaning his body on the table and motioning for Nathan to refill his drink. Your eyes roam on his big hands grasping the red cup, his cheeks red from the sun, and the way you could see his dimples when he smiled at you, his hair messy in a cute way. 

“Why do you think that?” now he has three pairs of curious eyes staring at him.

You almost chuckled when his point finger scratched his chin. His skin glowing, “I mean, you’re funny and cute…cute girls get famous on TikTok” he reasoned. 

“Is this your best, Burki?” Erik asks and for the way his lips were tight against each other you knew he wanted to laugh.

“C’mon, let them be,” Nathan said after giving the blond American a new cup, and before you could ask what was the matter Callie was calling you at the door. 

Your best friend started a rant about how she was going to get Chinese take-out for dinner and when you told her she should get Thai too -because it was Andre’s favorite- she started another rant about how you should tell him you’re in love and how it was cute the way you two functioned but also annoying. All you could do was savor your drink and mentally play a Taylor Swift song while she went on, “I mean it, y/n! Just tell him already…”

“Have you seen Andre?!” you whisper-scream to her and Callie sights rolling her eyes, “what about him?” 

Swallowing the last sip of your drink you start to draw doodles on the glass with your fingers, “I’m just y/n, he’s Andre Burakovsky”. You usually were not insecure about your looks, but it was Andre, and the fact that he was a famous and good-looking hockey player made you question how in heavens he would like you back. Hell, you were not even sure how you two ended up in such a close friendship, he always being so affectionate and listening to everything you had to say. Your friendship seemed like the most you could take from the interaction. You knew he was ‘just Andre’ too when all your friends were gathered, but being ‘just Andre’ was as amazing as being Andre Burakovsky the hockey player. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, y/n, and I don’t mean considering only your looks, but everything. You’re funny, smart, and always so attentive with everyone, you listen to everything and always have nice things to say, don’t you ever doubt your value, you hear me?” Callie’s words make you sit up straight in the stall and your eyes water. 

“In my defense, this is not me crying, this is tipsy me having an emotional moment”, you joke and it’s seconds before the two of you are laughing the way you used to during a John Mulaney show. 

…

It was night when you unlocked your phone only to find a bunch of notifications from TikTok, some of the comments from fans about how happy the boys seemed, but most were about the way Andre looked at you when you asked the question. According to the most liked comment “this is clearly a friends to lovers, mutual pining, unaware love and slow-burn situation” which made you giggle but also replay the video a dozen times trying to figure out if there was really something there and you were the unaware one. 

Needless to say, you weren’t able to reach a conclusion, but it felt different when you excused yourself to take a shower after spilling wine in your shirt and you felt Andre’s eyes on you all the way to the stairs. His hands on your shoulders felt heavier and the way he was attentive whenever you needed a refill or wanted a bite of food seemed more intimate and caring than ever.

Hitting the shuffle button, you chose your Taylor Swift playlist before entering the shower. The cold water cooled you off a bit, it was almost like washing out part of the alcohol in your system, but your tipsy mind kept finding evidence that Andre liked you back. 

You went through your clothes finding a floral summer dress and sipping on your wine while brushing your hair. Your body was still feeling hot and at this point, you didn’t know if it was from the sun on your face or the alcohol in your system, but when you heard the first notes of “Dress” playing you knew you were going to do something stupid, especially because your cell phone was one arm away. If someone asked you where the idea came from you wouldn’t know what to answer, and usually thinking about how you didn’t have an answer was enough to make you give up on some stupid ideas...not this one though. 

Reaching for your phone you unlocked it and walked to the body-length mirror in the room you were sharing with Callie. It took less than 2 minutes to snap a picture and send it to him and it took him less than 1 minute to answer it.

‘Woah’

‘You liked it?’ you sent back

‘Yeah, you’re looking good, cutie’ he answered just as fast, before sending a red heart emoji.

‘I don’t want you like a friend’

‘and I only bought this dress so you could take it off’

It was the exact line Taylor was singing when you reached the send button. You saw the dots appearing and disappearing and your body sobered up even more than before. 

“Fuck!” you almost voiced. How would he look at you after this? Could you pretend you confused him with someone else? Of course not, he was the only Andre you knew! And everyone knew better you were not the bold flirty type.

That was it, your secret was spilled just like your wine on your shirt earlier, but now you wouldn’t be able to clean off the stain. 

Would he believe it if you told him it was a prank to your new TikTok account?

You were lost in your thoughts before three knocks on your door startled you. And there he was when you pushed the door open. Standing with his hands inside his pockets and his hair still messy, he stared at you. It took maybe five minutes before he spoke, but it felt like an eternity considering his intense eyes studying you.

“You’re looking even better this close” for some reason his voice is low like he didn’t want anyone to hear and pop the bubble of the moment. 

You feel your body getting hotter, pretty sure your face is turning even redder, so you reach your hands to both of your cheeks. That gets a giggle out of Andre and you instantly move them to your back, your eyes now staring at his bare feet. 

All you wanted to do was bury yourself on a rabbit hole until Andre lost his memory, or you lost yours. You were thinking about the possibility of a secret society -Alice in Wonderland style- inside the rabbit hole that you could live in forever when Burki extended his hand, his palm facing you, silently asking you to put your hand in his. So you did. And it was only a blink of an eye before his body was closer, almost touching yours.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” he questioned. 

You shook your head no and he moved his hand to your waist as a message that maybe -and only maybe- he wanted to be close too. So you moved your right one to his large shoulders. 

“I’m glad you’re not drunk…” 

“I’m just a bit hot and bothered” and dying out of shame! You screamed inside your head. 

“Oh sure you are”, he replied with a small smile playing at the corner of his pink lips. Your brows raised in confusion and before you could ask, he answered, “hot. You’re hot”.

“Does it mean you’re gonna take my dress off?” you have no idea when you got so bold, but Andre seemed amused with everything. 

“No, not tonight. You’re not drunk, but you’re a bit tipsy, I don’t want to start things like this” his fingers are in your cheekbone and you lean into him. “I’m gonna kiss you though, can I?” 

His lips, so different from his hands, were soft and hot. They found yours timidly, exploring the space while his body welcomed yours closer, he took his time before his fingers were in your hair and his tongue caught your lips. 

It felt good.

Like never before. 

For some seconds you wished to be able to capture the moment and save it forever. Repeat it in your head every day. 

Andre played with the strings of your dress, slipping it off your shoulders and you got into your tiptoes to peck his lips one last time. 

“So...I take you really liked the dress?” 

“I actually like you, the dress is a bonus” he shrugs and you giggle before finding yourself wrapped in another kiss. 

[one-black-coffeee]

i don’t have the energy to write a full fic but i’m sad and projecting onto my comfort characters so: Andriel being in love

the words didn’t matter. Neil knew they didn’t matter at all. they showed each other their feelings without the words being needed

Andrew growing fond of absentmindedly running his fingers through Neil’s hair without needing a Reason to touch was proof

Neil quietly letting his head fall to the side to rest in Andrew’s shoulder when he grew too tired to support himself was more proof

they trusted each other so completely

saying the words didn’t matter

shouldn’t have mattered

but some days, Neil was dizzy and distracted, his mind dogged over with the soft kindness Dan and Matt or Nicky and Erik showed each other

listening to the thoughtful yet easy confessions of love passed between the people he claimed as his family made something confusingly dim settle in his chest

he knew his feelings for Andrew. there was no doubt in his mind that he loved Andrew completely

he knew, despite Andrew’s stubborn denial, that Andrew, at the very least, cared for Neil too

but

Neil had never been allowed love. Mary was strict and too survival-oriented to waste their time discussing the human intricacies of love. Neil didn’t question his mother

so when looking at Andrew became something heated with an unknown, and when his desire to hold and be held by Andrew turned from something based on basic human want for connection to something deeply seated in an aching part of his chest, Neil couldn’t bring himself to not worry

love was a distraction

people were distractions

that had been the rule. avoid people and avoid connection. bonding only to have the other rip away that trust would have been devastating and a sure way of getting them caught

holding Andrew’s hand in his while the shared cigarettes on the roof, legs and fingers tangled together at night, Andrew’s grounding touch on his back in a crowd

Neil knew Andrew wasn’t one to leave

Andrew himself had been left too many times to walk away

still

he wanted those words

not always. not as some grand gesture that would sour in the heat of their relationship until they both decided to part ways

Neil just wanted to hold the words to his chest, studying them and the way they felt tucked into his heart, just for a moment. he’d give them back, let Andrew do as he please with the admission

just for a moment

“andrew?”

“junkie.”

not a question. not soft. mumbled into the pillow, face smashed against the fabric while fingers remained lightly enfolded in Neil’s

“yes or no?”

“it’s late”

“i didn’t mean that”

“then what did you mean”

“can i ask you a question?”

Andrew huffed, pulling his hand to his chest. he kept Neil’s in his as he laid them to rest against his chest. “is not that what you’ve been doing?”

Neil curled his fingers further around Andrew’s. “can i ask you a different question?”

“depends”

“on what?”

Andrew cracked open one eye and sighed. “nothing. what do you want”

Neil flexed his fingers, feeling the softness of Andrew’s skin against his own, the cotton t-shirt Andrew started wearing instead of arm bands, the soft beating of Andrew’s heart

“do you— do you think...” he didn’t know what to ask

“spit it out, Josten”

“do you think... you could love me?”

Andrew didn’t stir at first. he let the words sink in, filling out the space around and between them until their meaning dug into his core

Neil watched as Andrew opened his eyes and squinted in the darkness of the night. he didn’t look angry

“you are an idiot”

Neil grinned. it wasn’t the answer he had wanted but it was better than something worse “what makes you say that?”

Andrew considered Neil for a moment before reaching out his free hand and hovering it just an inch away from Neil’s bare chest

“yes, Drew.”

Neil leaned into Andrew’s touch

Andrew tapped his fingers along with the steady pulse he found under them, cataloguing Neil’s reaction— wide eyes, smile just barely missing something

“i don’t need to think”

“you never think”

“fuck you”

a pause

“i do, you know?” Andrew watched as the words clicked in Neil’s mind

“you don’t have to—“

“i don’t do anything i don’t want to. i do love you, you fucking disaster.” he pressed his hand against Neil’s chest firmer, settling the words there

Neil breathed in, adjusting to the weight. it wasn’t any different. Nicky said those words made him feel light. Matt said they were heavy and full. Neil didn’t feel any different

they were tucked right where he had wanted them, held in place by Andrew’s hand, letting Neil keep them. a reminder, maybe. or just as a promise. Neil didn’t ask which Andrew had meant them to be

“i do, too. i—“

“don’t.”

Neil nodded and shut his mouth

“Neil, yes or no?”

“yes.”

Andrew shifted closer, resting his head against Neil’s pillow and placing his arm over Neil’s waist. his other hand remained against Neil’s heart

Neil leaned into Andrew, head falling against his shoulder, and hands against the pulse on Andrew’s neck. briefly, he pressed the ghost of a kiss against the exposed skin of Andrew’s neck

“thank you,” Neil whispered

“go to sleep, Love”

[statticscribbles]

Babysitting

Summary: With Kurt being able to use his powers from such a young age; babysitting is a nightmare

Mystique isn’t sure why she decided to stay with the brotherhood once she’d found out; but she’s relieved she did. Erik had been supportive offering to help anyway he could; to make up for Azazel seeming to have no interest in the fact he was going to be a father. Of course that had only marginally changed when his son; Kurt had managed to stab his arm with his tail and then teleport back to Mystique’s arms to avoid his wrath. Erik, overjoyed to have another mutant join the ranks reluctantly agrees; against his own judgment that they might need to find somewhere to shelter. Erik, and everyone else who’s come in contact with his opposition can only think of one obnoxiously massive place where they all can stay.

Which is how Charles finds himself suddenly dealing with Erik nervously standing in the hallway surrounded by the members of the brotherhood, the same ones from the beach in Cuba; plus a few other faces. Mystique looks unimpressed as she makes food; Kurt is currently asleep in Azazel’s arms and Charles just turns to Erik. “So you want protection?” “No, just a place to sleep; to stay until Kurt can safely be moved.” Azazel states. “He’s welcome to stay here; you all are; I just ask you don’t harm humans while you’re here; it would reflect badly on the school I’m trying to create.” “School?” “A sanctuary for mutants; somewhere they can exist without prejudice.” Hank interjects and Mystique smiles at him before he offers to show the others to their rooms.

They settle into some stance of normalcy; Hank who helps Charles with his rehab also becomes the go to doctor when Kurt has issues; which usually amount to Hank spending an hour trying to secure some sort of sock or mitten over the sharp point of his tail. Once it had been putting a bandaid over a scraped arm when he’d tried to teleport halfway out of the bath but had just skidded on the carpet instead of giving himself a concrete destination. Hank is relieved Kurt hasn’t managed to stick himself halfway through something and as much as he wants to see what would happen he decides it can wait until Kurt is at least better at teleportation in general. Kurt is fascinated with his tail; which provides relief for the household as Kurt can spend hours waving his tail in his own face and screeching with laughter. Nobody says anything when they catch someone ensnared in Kurt’s glee, usually he ends up with at least two others watching him; amused by how transfixed his own tail makes him.

Mystique is the one that goes out the most often; she can become someone who can safely get groceries and information is equal measure. Azazeal leaves almost two months in on some ‘business trip’ and nobody comments on it beyond a faint good riddance from Hank. Her going out means that Kurt needs to be babysat and while Hank has no problems Mystique doesn’t like bothering him when he’s trying to help Charles figure out the logistics of the school and also his rehab.

Since Charles has his rehab at least every other day and the other members of the brotherhood are newer Erik finds himself taking on the responsibility. It’s not much of a responsibility; besides the occasional panic filled game of hide and seek Kurt seems content to sleep most of the time or continue to hypnotize himself with his tail.

Erik enjoys the rush his powers give him, Kurt seems to enjoy the floating beads of metal as much as he does his tail so Erik counts it as allowed to use Kurt to test the control he has over his powers. He catches Charles watching him more often than not but neither of them say anything. Erik makes each of the brotherhood members bracelets; giving them the options to wear them; a way for them to remain in contact with each other, for him to know where they are. He tries to make shapes or items they like; a pair of wings for Angel is the easiest one to fashion.

Erik makes a point to complain about extra material when he makes one for Hank and Charles, Hank’s feature little beakers and test tubes; something Mystique had suggested as a joke; he told Hank when he gave it to him and Hank hasn’t taken it off since; it probably helps that Kurt loves the jingling sound all the beakers make when he moves his arm. He doesn’t allow himself to dwell on the fact he took three attempts to make one for Charles; that he took almost an hour refining and crafting the chess pieces that he’d melded to the bracelet. He’d also makes a matching one for himself that he keeps hidden under his shirt sleeves.

As Charles grows stronger and the Brotherhood grow restless Mystique makes the suggestion for them to begin thoughts of moving on. Both she and Erik seem more somber but they all agree it’s for the best and Charles and Hank make sure they’re both well supplied before they leave assuring them that any of the brotherhood will be welcomed back if they need to stay.

Charles refused to take the bracelet off but he’ll unhook the chess piece and use it as the opposition’s king piece to remind him of his friend. He’s playing against himself because he knows Hank doesn’t care for chess as much as he lets on; and with Erik gone it doesn’t feel right to have anyone in his chair; the other chair Charles corrects himself confused when he hears a faint BAMF and a close brush of a familiar warm mind.

“Erik?” Charles turns from the chess game surprised to see Erik standing looking unimpressed to be there with Kurt in his arms grinning. “He missed you.” “Just him?” Charles grins and Erik looks exasperated. “I’m not the one with influence over people’s minds now am I?” “You’re not, it’s good to see you.” “We’ve been gone for only five months Charles.”

“Yes; and look how much Kurt has grown; he’s able to transport you; unharmed; both of you. He’s very strong.” “Stubborn is the word I’d use.” Erik steps forward as Kurt reaches out squealing and tail thrashing. Charles nods reaching for Kurt as he turns from his current game. “Enjoying playing yourself?” “Yes.” Charles answers trying to reach for the king piece that’s usually on his wrist. “Do you want to finish yourself off or should I do it for you?” Erik grins as he sits down not waiting for a response as Kurt is happily sitting in Charles’ lap. “Are you going to help me win?” Charles mumbles and Kurt giggles picking one of the discarded pawns to chew on.

The game continues on and both of them are focused on their upcoming moves. Kurt has fallen asleep, unconcerned with the battle raging in front of him. Charles can see an opening and he takes it, enjoying the challenge of Erik not backing down from the tight spot he’s stuck him with. Charles is a little more than shocked to find Erik managing to come back from the spot he’d been trapped in. The shock morphs into embarrassment when Erik moves the king simply by hovering the piece over the board. “It’s nice to see you missed me. Do you play yourself often?” “Only when I have the time. The school is keeping me busy.”

“You plan to keep mutants together in one place, to contain them?” Erik’s voice is bitter like all the other times Charles had tried to talk to him about the school. “No it is optional; a safe space; this is why I want you here, with me; to reassure everyone; but mostly yourself. I don’t want to harm you my friend.” “You’d sooner harm yourself by creating this place. While I do like the idea of mutants together; of one side; I can’t imagine those against us would see this;” He waves his hand up towards the rest of the building and Charles can feel the bracelet he wears tugging his wrist.

“And think it a safe space; gathering so many mutants in one place.” “There’s no one talking about gathering everyone in one place.” “It’s optional at first; but it will come; it will.” Charles reaches across the board, making a move for the chess piece but Erik hovers it; pulling it back instead Charles grabs his hand. “It seems like you might need me here after all.” Erik grins and Charles is about to nod; slightly confused until Hank walks in, Kurt hanging off his arm. “So; Are you two going back? Or should I let Raven know her son’s been adopted by her brother?”

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[hraishin]

prompt- cherik talking about their possibly human children?

im thinking it would be angsty

I made it angsty but happy at the end cause I couldn’t just let it end in angst when I had the power to turn it around kajhdjkad ;-; But anything with cherik and kids warms my heart so I absolutely had to write this (besides, it was an excuse for more trans content >:) )

Thank you for the prompt <3

CW // Trans!Erik, Mpreg

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Charles watched with amusement as Erik groaned at the instructions on the ground, a few metal pieces of the dresser he was assembling floating through the air as he waved his fingers lazily, his other hand over his stomach as he stroked it through his shirt without even noticing that he was doing. Charles had tried to convince him to let Charles help assemble the dresser, but Erik had only given him an unimpressed look and gone to the baby's room to prove he could do it himself as he told Charles to take care of their lunch.

After half an hour, Erik was still trying to figure out the instructions, nothing really assembled yet.

"You shouldn't be up for this long," Charles said from the doorway, smiling as his husband looked back at him with a warning glare, "you were complaining about back pain just a few hours ago."

"It passed." Erik said shortly, going back to the instructions as he took a wooden part of the dresser. It looked heavy, making Charles quickly wheel himself into the room to help him with it. "I'll be done soon, go finish lunch."

"You barely even started."

"I was figuring things out first."

"Then let me help you at least." when Erik opened his mouth to complain, Charles kept going. "Lunch is ready and I have nothing better to do, so I'm helping with you wanting it or not."

In the end, they assembled the dresser quite quickly, Erik's power proving itself helpful as he screwed the screws and put the hinges in its places, and soon Erik was sitting down at the recliner in the room with Charles in front of him, massaging his feet as Erik's mind complained loudly from the back pain that came back and the small pin pricks at the heels of his feet.

"I told you to rest, you stubborn man." Charles said, seeing Erik mumble what sounded like a curse in German. "You're not carrying just your own weight around anymore."

"When this baby is born," Erik raised his eyes from where they were hidden behind his hand, looking at Charles with a pointed look, "you'll be the one carrying them around everywhere until they're nine months old. Then we can share."

"That's hardly fair considering the first three months it was barely a nuisance and now they're getting heavy. They'll get heavier with time, so if I carry them for the next nine months I'll be carrying their weight for more time than you-"

Charles stopped talking abruptly when Erik's feet pushed against his chest with enough force for him to lean backwards, his chair moving backwards with the push. He held himself to Erik's ankle to pull himself back close, giving Erik a glare and seeing his husband smile devilishly.

"I think I prefer that you keep your mouth shut as you massage my feet."

"Thank you, darling. I love you too." Erik smiled at the sarcasm in Charles' voice making him smile back. "But now we just need to wait four more months…"

"Time seems to be going fast and not fast enough." Erik's hand landed on his belly again, fingers stroking it lightly as his eyes watched the growing bump with a warm gaze. "I can't wait to meet them."

Charles smiled at the soft tone in Erik's voice, feeling the way his mind turned into a bundle of love and warmth that Charles loved to see in him. Erik's eyes slowly raised to look at Charles again, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Can't you hear their thoughts?"

"It's very fuzzy still, but they can hear your voice and mine when we talk." Charles smiled, moving forward to touch Erik's belly as well, seeing the smile on his husband's lips widen. "There's not much, only sensations… Warmth, the comfort of our voices… Especially yours. Their dreams amaze me."

They stayed in silence for a moment, Charles enjoying the warmth from Erik's mind and the quiet and strange thoughts of their child, marvelling at the wonderful experience of knowing that they were thinking - such a small thing, not yet ready for the world, but already full of love, which would mostly flare up at the sound of Erik's voice.

"I can't help but wonder what they'll look like." Charles said, chuckling a little to himself. "If they'll have your eyes or mine, your ginger hair or my dark brown one…"

"I wonder what their mutation will be like." Erik chuckled this time, but Charles' smile died down for a moment. Erik didn't seem to notice. "We're both powerful… Hopefully we'll be able to keep them safe when their mutation manifests."

"I've been… meaning to talk to you about this." Charles' voice was wary, eyes looking at Erik with caution as the other man raised his eyes and frowned. "There's… There's a possibility they won't be a mutant. You know that, right?"

"We both are mutants."

"But there's nothing that guarantees our child will be as well." Erik's frown deepened as Charles clenched his jaw. "We could end up having a human child, Erik."

"They won't be human."

"Erik-"

"They won't, Charles." Erik's voice got louder, his eyes going hard over Charles as his own expression hardened. "I said already, we're both powerful mutants and there's no reason why our child would be any different."

"What if they end up being human?" Erik's body tensed a little bit, the warmth and love going to the back of his mind as some anger and dread came to the forefront. "What if they aren't a powerful mutant, what if they grow to be a human?"

"I don't want to talk about this-"

"No, I think we should. More than ever, actually." Charles fixed himself on his chair, leaning back again and seeing Erik turn his face away from him. There was denial in his mind. "I need to know you won't hold our child accountable for something they couldn't control."

"You're talking like I'm one of them."

"I want to make sure you're not."

Erik's gaze was piercing when he looked back at Charles, a killer look that the telepath had seen before - when they had just met each other years ago. Charles' gaze didn't waver, but soon he was sighing loudly and shaking his head. 

"I don't want to fight, I'm sorry. But I need you to think about it." his voice was calm, the deadly glare in his husband's eyes dying down but not fully going away. "I'm going to serve lunch. Rest a little more, I can bring your food here if you want-"

"I can do it myself." Erik's voice was sharp, making Charles take a deep breath - the conversation ended there.

"Alright. Call me if you need something."

Later, at night, as they laid down to sleep, he felt Erik's finger poking him on the ribs gently, Charles' eyes opening to look at his husband as he laid on his side and stared at him from his pillow - Erik's mind seemed agitated and worried.

"I still find it difficult for our child to be born human," Erik started, eyes looking at Charles in the dark; Charles only waited for what would come next. "But if they are, I will love them either way. I don't think I could do anything but that."

Charles stared at his husband for a moment more in the dark, seeing the truth in Erik's words, although he could still see some discomfort with the idea of their child being a human. He knew that, if it was the case, Erik would be true to his words at least.

"And they'll love you in return. They already do."

Erik smiled lightly, the curve of his lips half hidden by the darkness of the room, but there was just light enough for Charles to see.

Erik scooted closer, stomach bumping against Charles' side as he tried getting closer, making him frown as he realized it would become harder and harder to hug Charles as time passed. With a chuckle, Charles held Erik close as well, placing a kiss to the top of his head and closing his eyes again as he thought about the future, the peaceful and strange thoughts of their child and Erik's calming mind lulling him to sleep.

[heavenlymisa]

his lil’ secret.

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader

warnings; this is f l u f f y- like, i got butterflies from reading my own stuff-

summary; “Killmonger” is a famous rapper that is known all around the world with a large fanbase. Almost everyone in his fanbase knows that he has a girlfriend, but doesn’t know what she looks like... until... 

an; this is my 100 followers special! whew chilleee- i didn’t think i would come this far, this fasstt- but enjoy!! <3

Erik Stevens, known as “Killmonger” is a famous rapper in the music industry. Not talking about the small ass concerts and shit like that. I’m talking about having concerts and being featured in songs with the biggest artists in the world. If you didn’t know who Killmonger was, you were either lying or smoking crack. His name was in everyone’s mouth and his songs were coming up in Top 10 lists.

You knew Erik right when he was getting his name up there. You met him at a cafe he went to for a meeting (he bumped into you and made some hot ass coffee spill on your white shirt. yes you were PISSED, but he took you on a shopping spree and spoiled your ass.). Since then, you two became the best of friends and turned into a cute ass couple. But just one tiny thing...

His fans didn’t know about you.

Throughout your relationship with you, not one photo containing you got to the public. No one in the base knew who you were, so they labeled you as, “Monger’s Girl.” 

Currently, you were laying down in both you and Erik’s bed and scrolled through instagram. You continued to scroll until you saw a notification pop up,

killmonger started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

So you clicked on it, and lo and behold, your fine ass boyfriend was in the living room, with his phone propped up against something and looking at the phone.

“Hey guys!” He said with a smile. ‘Gahh lee. That fine ass smile...’

“I’m just on here for a little bit.... I was bored so i figured, why not?” He started to look through the comments on his live.

“Now, you know good and well you finna be on here for like 3 hours. Aight, what you not finna do is come for me.” He said with a stifled laugh. Of course you could’ve just went downstairs, sat behind his phone and watched, but your body didn’t like that idea.

“Erik, where’s your girl? She’s just chillin’ in our bedroom. She might be sleep.. God, i hope she sleep. I’m ‘supposed’ to cook dinner tonight buuuttt.... my baby’s sleep.” He said with a toothy grin that was showing his grills.

You decided that you wanted to surprise Erik, since you were the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the world, and comment something on the live.

‘aht, aht! i’m not going to sleep unless you cook me them damn mozzarella sticks, nigga.’

You waited a couple of seconds until you see Erik on the live, wide eyed. By then, everyone was in the comments freaking out.

‘is that her??’

‘that’s erik’s girl?’

‘omg, plz tell me thats mongers girl.’

Erik laughed a little before responding, “Baybeee.. you know i don’t know how to make them...”

you responded back in the comments;

‘nigga if you don’t take your scrawny ass to that damn kitchen, read the instructions, and make them mozzarella sticks-’

Erik replied, “I know you didn’t just call me scrawny, ma.”

Right now, the chat was screaming now that they just found out who the mystery girl was.

“Ma, didn’t you say that you didn’t want people to find out about our relationship?”

‘i don’t want to be your secret no more, baby.’

After thirty seconds, Erik started grinning like his momma told him that he would get an ass whooping if he didn’t smile in the family photo. A couple of seconds later, you heard footsteps coming towards you fast. At first, your black instincts almost kicked in and you almost started running, but you realized that it was just your heavy footed boyfriend.

Erik sprinted into the room with his phone in his hand and still on insta-live. Erik tackled you on the bed and peppered your face with lots of short kisses. you giggled softly as you put your hands on his bare chest and pushed him away softly. Erik tumbled off of you and plopped on the bed, laying on his back with his phone facing himself, without you on the live video’s view.

“I finally get to show you who I’ve been spoiling for almost a year!” He said with a toothy grin on his face. “You guys don’t know how long this lil’ girl over here kept on saying how she doesn’t want to be in drama and shit like that, but now...”

He looked over to you, grinning with the camera still on only his face.

“I can show my babygirl off.” He said with his grin still glued on his face.

“Aww... Baby that’s so sweet..” You said with a similar gin as his.

You wrapped your left arm around him and burried your head into his neck so the camera wouldn’t see your face. You still had the live playing on your phone on a low volume, so you picked up your phone and took a peek at the comments.

‘her voice is sooo preetttyyy.’

‘damn, her side profile is f l a w l e s s df- 😳😳

‘damn, ma look like she be taking some good dick 💦’

‘wayamenet.... almost a year?! you’ve been hiding a goddess for almost a whole year from us?? niggas really aint shit 🙄’

‘damn, monger got a girl?? 😞’

‘this nigga knows how to keep a secret secret, damn. 👁-’

“okay, okay, okay i’ll show you guys her. Baby, you ready?”

You nodded in his neck while putting your phone on his nightstand which was oddly clean for some reason.

You turned your whole body towards the camera which was showing all of your face, and within fifteen seconds, the chat blew uP-

‘OMG SHES SO PRETTY WTF-’

‘LKNSAIOADIADAND GOD IS PICKING FAVORITES-’

‘GOD JUST GAVE ALL OF THE PRETTY TO HER- IT’S NOT FAIR-’

‘IF I HAD HER EYYYEESSSS-’

‘DROP THE SKIN CARE ROUTINE SUS-’ (cause 2020 is the year of cLEAR SKIN-)

‘I SWEAR TO GOD ERIK IF YOU BREAK UP WITH HER IM FIGHT YOUUU’

“Don’t worry, she isn’t going nowhere, and if she tried to leave, she knows that she’s coming riighhhtt back to her da-”

“ERIK-” You said while popping the side of his head.

“Sorry, ma...” Erik kissed your cheek. 

You rolled your eyes and got up to go downstairs to start on the mozzarella sticks that you told Erik to start cooking. 

“Ma, where you going?” Erik shouting from the bedroom.

“I’m cooking what I been told you to cook for a long ass time!” You replied as you took out the frozen mozzarella sticks.

“Awh, i’m sorry mamas!”

“You’re fine, baby!” Lies. You were gonna get his ass later. 

You preheated the oven to 450 degrees and placed the frozen mozzarella sticks on a oven safe container. While the oven was heating up, you decided to go back on Erik’s live and look at the comments.

“erik, she’s lying. she’s gonna whoop your ass when you stop the live 😭😭’

Damn, why do they gotta read you like a book like that??

‘bring her bacckkkk 😞’

‘if only you made them damn mozzarella sticks-’

‘lazy ass’

‘niggas these days 😣’

 After reading the comments, you smiled to yourself. Erik’s community really made you feel loved and accepted, which you didn’t really expect. But just as Erik told you when you two just started dating;

“My fans will love you! Mama, you just gotta be you and they will love you just as much as I do.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

damn, i think that this should be a series!

i really enjoyed writing this and low-key wanna write more-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[marshmallow-phd]

Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

**

Junmyeon stared at him for a few blinks. Awkwardness washed over Minseok as he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe saying it out loud was a mistake. Maybe he should have tried seeing you as a human first, just to make sure that the pull was real and not some weird effect of running for so long. Maybe the trees were giving off a weird perfume that messed with his head. 

“Y-you think you found her?” Junmyeon stammered. “How? Where?”

“In the woods, just now when I was out with the others,” Minseok answered. 

Junmyeon scratched the top of his head. “Wow. That’s, um… that’s convenient.”

Minseok scoffed. “Sure. It could be. Except that I was a wolf.

“Oh.” 

Neither spoke for a minute or two. Minseok tapped his foot against the worn boards of his bedroom. He was tempted to tell Junmyeon never mind, to forget it and that he’d figure it out on his own – then go ask Jongdae for his advice. He was easier to talk to.

But a part of Minseok knew that wouldn’t be helpful. Given Jongdae’s reservations on the whole “mate” ordeal, his advice might not be the answer. “Ignore it” wasn’t exactly the best route to go down. 

“So, you just need to meet her in person?”

Minseok looked over at the alpha, a bit surprised. Yeah, that would make sense. That would probably be the best way to solve all of this. You meet him in person, feel the pull yourself, problem solved. He nodded. 

“Did she give you any hint of what her name is or any other clue as to how we can find her again?”

Minseok was unable to hold back the flinch at Junmyeon’s question. There was a moment’s hesitation before he reached under the pillow and pulled out your notebook. He really, really hoped this didn’t come across as creepy or inappropriate. “She accidentally left this behind,” he explained. He flipped open to the cover where what could only be your name was displayed. 

“That’s a good start,” Junmyeon smiled encouragingly. Taking the notebook and securing it under the crook of his arm, he stood up from the bed. “It might be a long shot, but we can see if she’s a student at the university.”

Minseok jumped up. “Really?”

Junmyeon nodded, patting the older wolf on the back. “Being a professor has its privileges.”

Rolling his eyes, Minseok headed for the door. “Let’s just go and search the records, Professor Kim.”

**

“I really shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“This was your own suggestion!” Minseok snapped. They were already in his office, Junmyeon in his chair with the registry search already pulled up on the screen. Now was when he decided to start questioning his own plan? 

“I know, I know,” Junmyeon grumbled. “But now that I’m doing it, I feel like I’m crossing a line. I’m a brand new professor, I could get in serious trouble by using the registry for personal use.”

Minseok felt only a tiny bit of sympathy. Besides, a lie as to why he was looking up a particular student would be easy to make. “If the stories are true, then it’s worth it.”

Junmyeon’s hands hovered over the keyboard before he could type in the name. “You mean, the stories of what could happen after you find your mate?”

“Yeah…. Those ones scare me.”

“Hey.” Junmyeon turned in his chair and clapped a hand on Minseok’s shoulder. The latter looked over, anxiety more than apparent in his eyes. “It’ll be alright. Mates rarely ever reject their wolves. Besides, who would ever want to reject the smart and handsome Kim Minseok?”

To his horror, Minseok actually felt his face heat up from the compliment. He shoved Junmyeon’s hand away. “Stop it.”

Fairly pleased with himself, Junmyeon went back to typing in your name, snickering to himself. 

“Alright,” Junmyeon sighed after clicking through several, somewhat unnecessary, search criteria. He hit the desk with his palm, very pleased indeed. “She is a student here. With the Fine Arts College.”

Minseok leaned in closer and confirmed with his own eyes that the ID photo on the school’s site matched who he saw in the clearing. By now, he was sure he’d know that smile anywhere. He just needed to learn about the rest of you. “That explains why she was out in the woods taking pictures.”

“Ah, a photographer.” Junmyeon smiled brightly with a twinge of mischief. “The others will have fun with that.”

“Can we not tell the others?” Minseok asked quietly. They’d already lied and said that they were headed to the university for “emergency meetings” with students. The pack hardly cared, murmuring “see you later”s as the two eldest members walked out the door. As much as the others would deny it, keeping secrets from them wasn’t as hard as they thought. 

It wasn’t that they didn’t care. They were family. If something was wrong, they were there for each other. Despite what had happened in the past… well, they were a pack. They would listen and help - after a few jokes from the peanut gallery. 

“They’ll figure it out eventually.”

Minseok nodded. “I know. But I’d rather have this whole thing figured out before they catch whiff of it. This is stressful enough without their antics.”

“That’s… accurate.” Junmyeon laughed a bit to himself at the thought. “Alright. I’ll keep it to myself. Besides, what harm could come from keeping this a secret?”

Relief helped Minseok relax his shoulders, the burden eased just a tiny bit. “Exactly. Now, though I’m sure I’ll regret it later because of how stalkerish it sounds, what’s her schedule?”

The next morning, Minseok was full of confidence. He was dressed much better than his normal laid back, might have just rolled out of bed, might have just come from the gym style. The guys always made fun of him for eighty percent of his closet being athletic wear, but he preferred being in clothes he could move in. 

Today, well, he could still move in these jeans and the T-shirt was breathable, at least. Armed with the knowledge that you would have to cross this part of the campus to get to your morning class, Minseok leaned up against one of the trees littering the courtyard and waited. His watch slowly ticked the seconds by. Each little tock sent his heart racing faster. He was going to see you in person, as a human this time. Would the pull be different? Stronger? There wasn’t any other way to know until he saw you. 

And there you were. 

With slow, almost heavy steps, you made your way down the sidewalk. Your eyes were unfocused. Okay, that must mean you were preoccupied. Something was weighing you down. He almost chickened out, telling himself that maybe he should try another time when you didn’t seem so downcast. 

The wolf in his chest, mostly dormant up until now, growled at him. That second part of his nature wasn’t usually pushy like this. Before the clearing, the wolf only showed up when Minseok’s frustration was getting the better of him. And that was usually Baekhyun’s fault. Right now, though, the wolf was pushing him to go forward with the plan, barking and clawing to get what it wanted. Because who knew when another good chance like this would happen?

Alright. Minseok gave in. After running his hands through his hair - a nervous fidget - he replaced his ball cap and strutted out to put his plan into action. 

**

You were two seconds away from screaming. Or throwing something. Or a combination of the two. 

Last night you hadn’t thought much about it, but this morning an idea came to you for an upcoming project in one of your classes and you wanted to write it down before it left you for good. Only problem? Your notebook was missing. 

You tore through every pocket of your bag, became a tornado around your dorm, and even crawled around your car like a toddler to try and find it. But there was only one sorry conclusion you could come up with on its whereabouts: the clearing.

Whimpering, you sat down on the asphalt next to your open car door. Every possible scenario ran through your head. The dew from the grass ruined the pages and ran the ink, making every note illegible. A rabbit taking it back to use for its nest. That wolf making the leather binding its new favorite chew toy. 

You laughed to yourself at that last thought. Do wild wolves even like chewing on things like their domesticated brethren? Then again, that wolf was an odd one. Given his behavior at coming across you in the clearing, you weren’t sure the ordinary rules of nature counted for him. 

One last sigh and you picked yourself up from the ground. For now, you would have to put off going back to the clearing. Class started soon and you couldn’t really afford to miss it. You threw your bag over your shoulder and used your foot to shut the car door before clicking the fob and activating the locks. The beep-beep told you that all was secure so you headed towards the main campus. 

The stress you were feeling seemed to be manifesting itself on the faces of the commuting students around you. Or, really, they were just as stressed as you were, since that was current college life. Though their own source of stress was probably vastly different from your own. How were you going to tell Erik that you’d lost your notebook? He was attentive about those kinds of things. Soon he would ask where it went or why you hadn’t used it in a while. Hopefully, it would still be in the clearing with only a minuscule amount of water damage and you wouldn’t have to come up with some lie as to how you lost it. The truth would only cause a fight that you would prefer to avoid. 

“Oomph!”

Your shoulder suddenly crashed into a solid object, bringing you out of your thoughts. The sound of paper flopping through the air made you flinch.

“I am so sorry!” Still not looking at whatever poor soul you ran into, you crouched down and started to help shuffle together the insane amount of worksheets. 

“It's alright, really.” 

“No, I should have….” You looked up and nearly gasped. 

Meeting the eyes of the person you’d ran into sent your head spinning. The world seemed to be tilting back and forth as if it were on a teeter-totter. Your breath caught in your throat. Never had you seen this person before. There was no rational explanation for why you were having this sort of reaction. Not even the handsome leads in the dramas you watched caused your heart to beat this fast.

Staring back at you were irises that were the deepest brown eyes you’d ever had the pleasure of connecting with. You were mere inches from the round yet straight nose and the wide, shining smile that revealed its owner’s pearly teeth. Though focused on the face, you could make out a fitted black tee and jeans snug tight. 

“Been paying attention,” you finished lamely and awkwardly.

“No, I was in too much of a hurry,” the man countered. Or, boy? You weren’t entirely sure. He had a timeless face, the kind that could both easily make him a tenured professor or be asked for his ID at the liquor store. 

“I’m sorry. Here.” You held out your poorly stacked papers out for him. “I don’t make you anymore late.”

“No! No, I-I’m not in a hurry!” he stammered. “I just… I just usually walk really fast. Having friends that are eighty-five percent legs created the habit.”

You laughed, nearly snorting out your nose between giggles at the joke. The muscles in your legs were screaming at you for how long you’d forced them to stay crouched, but you ignored them. To you, it was like time had momentarily paused. If you stood up or broke eye contact, then the clock would tick on again. 

Guilt yanked you back into reality. You shouldn’t be reacting like this, thinking like this when you were committed to someone else. Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up and broke the stare. Time started forward again. 

“I, um, I should get going.” Yes. Yes, you should be getting to class. So, then, why were your feet refusing to comply?

The smile on his face didn’t dim as he, too, straightened up. “Right. You probably have class. I won’t keep you, but… I’m Minseok.” He held his hand out for you to take. 

You hesitated a moment and then metaphorically shook your head. It was just a friendly handshake. Hardly cheating. Besides, you doubted you would see him again on this big campus. “(y/n).” 

As soon as your palm met his, a strange heat or electricity ran up your arm, causing you to jump back in surprise. Minseok also seemed surprised by the charge. 

Almost nervously, he laughed, “Static electricity is always a shock, isn’t it?”

“Ha!” You slammed a hand over your mouth as soon as the sound escaped. You should not have laughed at the pun. Trying but certainly failing, you covered the laugh with a pathetic cough. “It was nice to meet you, Minseok. I hope you have a good day.” You hurried down the sidewalk, barely catching his confused response.

“You… too.”

You didn’t stop until you made it inside the building, shuffling over to the side so you weren’t blocking the entrance. Back against the painted cement blocks that made up the wall, you forced your thoughts to cohesively straighten out. 

This was a college. Funny, attractive boys were a dime a dozen here. Erik was one of them, no offense to him. You liked your funny and cute college boy. From your brief interaction, you didn’t see anything different or special about that Minseok. So why was your heart still refusing to calm down? You placed a hand over your chest as if that would put it back to normal. Taking the risk, you peeked out the glass doors, but the sidewalk you’d run into him was now empty. 

Who was that boy?

A valid question, but one for which you were not going to actively pursue an answer for. Going forward, you were going to put the boy out of your head and move on with your life, leaving it nothing but a random encounter without consequence or side effects. 

But as you headed down the hall to your classroom, something told you that this was nowhere near the end.

[jbbarnesandnoble]

Hungry Eyes: One-Shot

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: a night out with your friends leads to you singing karaoke in front of an entire bar. you might be singing in front of them, but everyone knows who you're singing to.

Warning(s): fluff, drinking, bar setting, cringy dialogue (i did not hold back on this one yall) happy ending, my bad writing, and this was only edited once (by me, i can tell you in full confidence that my editing skills suck)

Word Count: 3,059

Prompt: Hungry Eyes by Erik Carmen

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts since june i believe, and i have wanted to post it so badly! so naturally when i try to post it (after MONTHS of not postint) tumblr stops working and messes my whole plan up... im sorry my friends, but second times the charm (that's how the saying goes, right??)

(not my gif)

It is 9:38pm on a Saturday night, Dirty Dancing plays on your TV in the background while you get ahead on some work. It is your fifth time watching it this week, but you can’t not watch it, it is your favorite movie after-all. On the coffee table next to you, your phone vibrates. Picking it up, you greet your friend on the phone.

“What up babe, I hope you’re wearing somethin’ sexy ‘cause we’re going out tonight!” Natasha announces into her phone. You sigh, knowing there is no way for you to escape going out tonight, not after bailing on her the last four times.

Which is how you find yourself here, at O’Malley’s Bar and Karaoke. Sitting at a center table in the dimly lit bar while an intoxicated man belts out a Fleetwood Mac song. You choose a seat at the mostly empty table. Nat, who is talking with her younger sister, Yelena. Sits on your right and Sam -your other best friend- sits on your left.

“Y/n, haven’t seen you 'round here in awhile. How’s it hanging?” Yelena asks, shifting in her chair, she tries to hear over the sound of the man's bad and loud singing. If you can even call it singing.

“She's been avoiding us,” Nat says, pushing all your buttons perfectly. You do your best to ignore her antics. The wood chair scraps against the hardwood floor as you pull it out and sit between your two best friends. You answer Yelena’s question with a generic answer, ignoring her sister - and her comments - who doesn't seem to care.

“What’s up, kid. It’s been a while since you last came out with us. Nat finally blackmailed you to come with?” Sam jokes with you. You turn to face him, as he sips his water. Ice clinks around in his glass from the quick movement.

“Drinking water tonight?” You ask, more out of intrigue than anything else, though it is a good way to turn away from the current topic. Since you don’t feel like explaining your reason for not hanging out with your friend group much anymore.

It isn’t like you don’t want to go out with them, you do. But you aren’t all that fond of being around Bucky and his girlfriend Dot. You have had a huge crush on Bucky since college and have been best friends for even longer. You thought that over time that small childish crush would go away, but much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it grew and it never stopped growing. So now, here you are, years later, in love with your best friend who you can’t have because he’s in love with someone else.

That explanation is a great way to kill everyone’s fun. Which is why you haven’t told anyone why you don’t want to hang out anymore. It’s too hard to see them together. You pushed past the pain for almost an entire year, but you aren’t sure that you can do it anymore.

“Somebody has to keep an eye on these kids,” Sam explains, acting as a true mature adult. “Also I drove,” he adds, quieter than the first part, he hides behind his drink.

“There it is.” You say, to which he responds by pretending to be hurt that you didn’t believe he would be the mature one by choice.

A waitress comes around moments later asking you what you would like to drink and eat. A smile on her face the entire time, one you recognize as a customer service smile. Completely fake, but real enough that the customers are none the wiser. You thank her, asking for only a glass of water.

“Forget whatever she asked for, she would like a beer.” Natasha interrupts the young waitress as she is about to leave the table.

“Natasha!” You shout at her, she shrugs in response taking a swig of her own beer.

“I agreed to come out with you, but I didn’t agree to drink.” You point out and it’s true. You don’t feel like drinking tonight and you have to drive yourself home so you really shouldn't be drinking.

“You agreed to drink when you said you would come out with us, plus Sam’s driving.” The redhead tries to argue as she leans back in her chair.

“Yeah, he’s driving you, unlike some people I drove myself.” She shrugs, becoming uninterested in the conversation. She goes back to talking to Yelena.

The same waitress from before comes back, water in one hand and a beer in the other. She sets them both down in front of you, a smile on her lips the entire time. Her long black hair sways back and forth as she moves around the table. She checks in on the rest of your friends who had just arrived.

“Y/n!” Clint and Tony yell in unison. While Steve greets you more calmly than the others as he claims a seat across from you. You offer a kind smile in return. Your eyes scan over the group that had sat down at your now full table and you notice two faces missing from your group.

“Are Bucky and Dot coming out tonight?” You ask no one in particular. Everyone shares glances and avoids looking in your eyes.

“It’s been so long since you’ve been out with us, we all forgot you didn’t know.” Tony said, eyebrows drawn together and a sympathetic smile on his lips.

“Know what?” you ask, letting your intrigue get the best of you. Sam is the first of your friends to speak up, seeing as he is one of your closest friends the duty fell to him.

“Buck hasn’t been out with us for a while, kid. Once you stopped hanging out with us we started to see less and less of him. Now he rarely hangs out with us.”

Your eyes scan around the table, no one is looking directly at you except for Sam and Nat. You shrug, not seeing the huge deal about the whole thing. It’s his choice not to come out, just like it is your own.

“He’s been distant with us.” Tony adds, hiding behind his drink

“His loss.” You state causally, though deep down you are a bit disappointed. It has been a while since you last saw him, it would be nice to know he is doing well.

-------

Two beers and most of the bar’s nachos later, you’re having a better time than you expected to. You forgot how much fun being around your friends is. You wish you hadn’t been such a child about the whole Bucky thing. You could have been having so much fun had you simply ignored your own feelings instead of dwelling on them.

A group of young girls is on the stage, singing along to some new pop song you have not heard before. They are not the best singers, but you can tell they don’t care. They are having fun and enjoying themselves that is all that matters. The song ends and the crowd, filled mostly with drunk people, clap and cheer as they exit the stage.

Someone’s hand pulls three times on the sleeve of your shirt. Grabbing your attention from the drunk guy who stumbled onto the stage. His friends cheer loudly as he gets ready to sing and someone from the crowd yells happy birthday. Across the bar, you find a table full of young guys and girls. Balloons and streamers decorate the booth. A banner hangs above it, written in bold blue marker reads, ‘Happy Birthday Tom'.

“Y/n, you know what you should do?” Yelena starts and you can tell the alcohol is starting to kick in the tiniest bit. Though she seems to be better at holding her liquor better than some of your other friends. “You should go up there.”

“No, no way. There is no way I’m going up there.” You argue, holding your hands up as if trying to physically stop her idea.

“Come on, it would be so much fun! Plus, if you do it Clint will pay you twenty bucks.” The blond bargains with you, both of your eyes look to where Clint is happily unaware of her idea. A smile spreads across your face.

“Fine, but I’m gonna need one more of these and you’re buying,” you say, waving your empty beer bottle back and forth.

You take your time finishing your beer, your nerves grow larger with each sip. Soon enough, Yelena caught onto what you were doing and yelled at you to drink faster. Well, you think that’s what she was doing. With her switching between Russian and English it was hard to tell what exactly she was trying to say. And Natasha’s so-called “help” did nothing, seeing as she was also speaking in Russian.

“You’re up next,” Sam announces which earns cheers from all your friends. Settling back in his chair, he pats your shoulder offering an encouraging smile. The next four minutes go faster than any other song before. The girl on stage announces your name and you reluctantly walk onto the stage. Your friends cheer you on, which helps ease your nerves. Also, the fact that most of the bar is drunk, the chances of anyone remembering this is not very high.

“Hey Sam, why didn’t you tell her they broke up?” Steve asks from across the table, which gains the rest of the group's attention. Except for Clint who never knows what’s going on. Which usually has to do with the fact that his hearing aids are off about half of the time.

“That’s his job, not mine. I’m not his babysitter.” Sam says curtly.

“He can tell her when he gets here,” Tony tells everyone in the most nonchalant way possible. All eyes are on him, confused by what he means. “I texted him, told him she finally stopped avoiding us," he pauses to correct himself, "Him, and came out for the night.”

“You drunk genius!” Clint shouts

“You’re drunk too, you idiot,” Yelena yells at him. He promptly turns his haring airds back off and mumbles something about being the soberest one there in response to her statement.

“Shut up all of you, she’s singing,” Nat yells at them.

An upbeat melody begins playing over the speakers. A small screen in front of you flashes the lyrics of the song you picked on it. Another second passes and it’s time for you to start singing. You start off quiet, not quite believing in yourself yet.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,

I've got this feelin' that won't subside

I look at you and I fantasize

You’re mind and tonight.”

Your friends, after being quiet for a while, start cheering you on again. Their support gives you the confidence you need. From in the crowd, Sam yells, “That’s my best friend, y’all, stay jealous.” which causes you to laugh, you collect yourself and keep on singing.

“Now I’ve got you in my sights,

with these, hungry eyes

one look at you and I can’t disguise”

The song continues on and suddenly you feel like Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. Feeling more confident you attempt to do some of the dance moves that you can remember from the movie. You aren’t the best dancer, but you don’t care all that much, you’re having a lot more fun than you thought you would. In fact, you’re almost happy Yelena encouraged you to go on stage.

“I want to hold you so hear me out,

I want to show you what love’s all about

darling tonight.”

The next set of lyrics pop on the screen, not that you need them, you know this song by heart. It’s then the front door swings open and your eyes find a set of steel-blue ones, your heart skips a beat or two, or maybe three. You stutter over the words once or twice before you collect yourself enough to sing the next words.

“I’ve got hungry eyes

I feel the magic between you and I

With these hungry eyes

Now I’ve got you in my sights.”

Lyrics that meant nothing before, now mean a little too much to you. All thanks to Bucky, who had to enter the bar while you were on stage. With your heart pounding a little harder thanks to him, you keep on singing and the crowd keeps cheering. You watch as he chooses to stand a few feet behind your group rather than join them.

“I need you to see

this love was meant to be.”

Your dancing has slowed to a slow sway back and forth, your eyes never leaving Buckys. The music is quieter than before and all you can see is him. You try your best to look away, but it’s too hard when he’s staring at you like that. With his soft and gentle smile and his hair that is so fluffy all you can think about is running your hands through it. At this point, you’re well aware that you are singing to him. What you don't notice is that your friends - and everyone else in the bar - are also well aware of what is happening, and who you are really singing to.

“I feel the magic between you and I.”

“Now I’ve got you in my sights

With my hungry eyes.”

Just like that, as quickly as the song began it ended. The bar fills with applause as you leave the stage. Making a b-line to your friends who are all standing when you reach them, ready to pull you into a hug.

“Dude, that was amazing. I was even considering giving you twenty bucks myself… But I won’t, I’ll let Clint do that.” Yelena says, patting you on the back and leaning her arm on your shoulder.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Steve complements, in his usual awkward manner. You thank him as he pulls you into a small hug.

“Get out of the way losers,” Sam yells from the back of the group, which makes you laugh, “You got some pipes on you, kid. I’m a bit hurt that you never told me, your best friend, that you can sing. But I’ll forgive you this time. All it'll cost you is a pizza.” he says with a wink so you know he’s only kidding, not that he needed to do that. He is your best friend, after all, you know him better than Steve and Bucky do.

Sam pulls you into a huge hug when your eyes meet Bucky’s who is standing behind the group. You turn your eyes away when you go to hug Nat next, “You should probably talk to him.” she whispers into your ear before letting you go and yelling, “Next rounds on me!” Which is the perfect chance to escape. “Waters all around!” You hear her add while walking away, boos erupt from all of your friends and a smile pulls at your lips.

“Hey, wanna get some air?” Bucky asks when you’re close enough to hear him, you nod without hesitating.

It is a bit colder outside from when you first left your apartment, a cold, Autumn breeze blows through your thin blouse. You regret not grabbing your jacket before leaving the bar. In an attempt to gain some warmth, you wrap your arms around yourself.

“Dot and I broke up,” Bucky blurts out, the sudden confession causes you to stop in your tracks. He does too, choosing to stand next to you. “I feel like an idiot about the whole thing if I’m being honest. She said that she couldn’t date me while I am in love with someone else. It took me too long to realize who she meant, when I did, everything else began to make sense in my life again.”

“So, who is it?” you ask, somehow convincing yourself that it can’t be you.

"And I thought I was an idiot." he states, a smug, joking smile on his lips.

Before you have the chance to ask him what he means. His lips crashs into yours and his hand cup your face. The kiss is slow and sweet and everything you ever imagined it would be plus more. It’s the kind that sweeps you off of your feet and steals your breath, and leaves you feeling a little dizzy afterwards. It’s the kind of kiss at the end of a rom-com when the guy finally gets the girl.

“I feel it too,” he says through soft pants, his forehead resting against your own. You hum, silently asking him what he means. “The magic between you and I, I finally feel it. Although it’s about five years overdue.” His words, as cheesy as they might be, are perfect and romantic in every way possible. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer so that your noses are almost touching.

You’re about to say something when your stomach speaks first, doing it’s best to be as loud as possible. There is a moment of silence between you before you both start laughing. Bucky’s hands fall from your face and down to your shoulders to pull you into his chest. You stand there laughing with your face buried in his chest.

“Let’s go find you some food, yeah?” he asks you, fingers running through your hair. You nod into him, more than happy to find something to eat.

“You never answered my question from before.” You say and you begin to walk to find food, your arm looped around his waist, his around your shoulders. It takes him a moment to realize what you’re talking about when he does he says,

“This girl from work, I've been in love with her since I first saw her.” He teases with a playful smirk on his lips.

“You are really mean, you know that?” You complain, faking a pout. A laugh bubbles in his throat before he plants a kiss onto your head.

“Yeah, but you still like me.” he points out before stopping to shrug off his jean jacket, after he notes the goosebumps littering your skin.

“Can’t have you catchin’ a cold on our first date.” You smile up at him as you walk to the closest pizza shop that is down the street.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

M’Baku and Erik have the pleasure of sharing a woman for one night. It turns into a regular routine of threesomes. She gets pregnant, and doesn’t know which one of them could be the father.

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy kink, threesome first time writing for M’Baku.

“I think you need to come to your senses,” M’Baku laughs loud and booming before approaching his friend, Erik, shoving the young man roughly against his left shoulder, “Zalika is mine, Erik, and I don’t like it when what’s mine is messed with.”

“Oh, so that’s a threat? Remember, she approached me first, way before she even knew we were friends,” Erik uses both of his hands to shove M’Baku back harder, “and DONT put your fucking hands on me unless you wanna die, brother,” Erik spoke snidely with a warning finger almost stabbing M’Baku in his face before readjusting his suit jacket, a mug set on his handsome, chiseled face. 

“OH! So that is the excuse you give? So she approaches you...but plans a booty call with me?” M’Baku says with his strong and powerful African accent, “Who has the upper hand now, brother, hm? Looks like I will finally get to taste the cocoa beauty. I bet she tastes just like cacao beans to,” M’Baku’s thick, taffy colored tongue swipes across his full upper lip before his teeth lined with silver caps tugged sexily on his bottom lip.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. It looks like I’m fucking her from the texts she sent me...texting me pictures of that phat peace of pussy covered with lace panties between her thighs...telling a nigga to come over and suck up her pussy in my mouth...she say that to you? Baku?” Erik gives M’Baku a sly smirk.

“I’ll do you one better,” M’Baku pulls out his phone, “Last text she sent me was this,” M’Baku held up his phone towards Erik for him to see. M’Baku’s loud laugh almost rattled the walls when he looked at Erik’s stuck expression. Erik removes his gold-rimmed glass, eyes blinking with disbelief while his lips parted. 

“Sheeeeesh,” Erik’s pouty bottom lip dragged between his teeth, “She ain’t send a nigga that...she got them big, suckable nipples…” 

“Even through her wet T-shirt they look delicious...like they want to rip through, right?” M’Baku grunts deeply enough to vibrate your senses, “I plan on biting them with my teeth...leave a mark.”

Erik removes his suit jacket, hanging it up on a brass coat rack that stood at the entrance of his apartment door. He takes a seat next to M’Baku on a black suede sectional, leaning over in hopes of catching another sexy photo of Zalika. M’Baku quickly locks his phone before tucking it in the pocket of his slacks, standing from the couch. 

“I showed you one photo, you don’t need to see the rest. It gets better and better... what is one photo to the amount that I have from her alone,” M’Baku spoke in a cocky manner. 

“Let me see you match what I got. And just because I told you about one photo, that doesn’t mean it’s just one,” Erik pulls out his phone, “You see this?” Erik swipes his finger up and up to show all the sexy photos Zalika sent him. He looks from M’Baku to his phone, eyebrows raised in challenge, “That’s about a good 20 photos right there for me to bust a nut to so what’s up?” 

“Says the man who will be in here for the rest of the evening while I go spend time with Zalika myself. Did I tell you how much she loves it when I speak Xhosa? She says it makes her pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Wow, that's it? Damn, she tells you how wet she is,” Erik strokes his chin, “While she shows me how wet she is…” Erik hummed, “And it gets wet...tastes good too-

“YOU FUCKED HER?” M’Baku damn near charged over to Erik, his 6’5, 250lbs body right above him while he sat back on the couch with a nonchalant expression.

“Nah, She just let me suck her fingers that’s all,” Erik spoke casually, knowing that it would piss M’Baku off, “She’s a creamer too, I can almost taste how sweet that pussy is,” Erik makes multiple slurping sounds with his mouth and tongue, laughing at how angry M’Baku looked at the moment. Erik was almost to tears while bending over with his hand clutching his abs. 

M’Baku was seething, teeth flared, before walking away to pace back and forth, “I will see her today, we are going to talk about this. I don’t like being played with. She’s confused and if I have to make her come to a decision, I will, even if that means stuffing my dick down her throat.” 

“She ain’t confused. It’s obvious, right? She wants two dicks instead of one. Like I said, she knows that me and you are cool. Let’s just give her little ass what she wants. It’s been a minute since we shared some pussy...remember Michelle from grad school? Remember how we tore that up?”

“Michelle...oh, yes...Michelle,” M’Baku gives a knowing smirk, “I wonder how she’s doing.” 

“Shee old news, Baku, let’s focus on Zalika. You’re seeing her in class tonight...invite her over,” Erik says with a roguish grin.

“I told you, I don’t want to share her,” M’Baku spoke through clenched teeth, “Like it or not, Erik, she is mine. Don’t you have other options? You could have any other girl on your phone but instead you want Zalika? Let me have her...I want her so fucking bad I just might handle her after class myself.”

“Yeah, we’ll see...if she hits me up tonight with that wyd text I’m putting this steel on her,” He says with a subtle arch of his brow, “you don’t think I want a piece of that puss just as much as you?”

_________

Zalika walked into her evening class, an Xhosa language course. It’s an elective that was a new edition to UCLA. The sprinkling of thirteen students were listening attentively to Professor M’Baku fluently speak the Bantu language of South Africa. Zalika’s father is from Botswana and he moved to California for med school where he met Zalika’s mother, an Art History Major. She always wanted to learn how to speak Xhosa and when Professor M’Baku who is also her English professor told her about the evening course she added it to her already overwhelming schedule. The wedges on Zalika’s feet clattered against the polished tile floor all the way to her designated seat; seat number three, in the front row. The intense, masculine aroma that Zalika damn near memorized within her senses made her smile the minute she planted her round, dark chocolate ass down in her seat. 

“U-Miss Zalika,” M’Baku says, stilling Zalika’s movements, “kuhlwile kwakhona?”

“....uhm...Intoni?” Zalika adjusts her black, cat-eyed frames lined with rhinestones.

“How long have you been coming to my class and all you can say to me is WHAT?” M’Baku squints at her.

“I’m sorry, I have other classes and...it’s becoming overwhelming, Sir, that’s all-

“No excuses,” M’Baku pushes up the sleeves to his navy blue dress shirt aggressively, “kufuneka sithatha.”

The clicks he made with his tongue whenever he spoke Xhosa has Zalika sucking the gloss off of her bottom lip and pressing her inner thighs together. She could understand him clearly but he didn’t need to know that. Just what did they need to talk about exactly? Everything seemed to be going smoothly between them. Zalika opens her designated notebook for the course, turning it sideways so that she could look over the Xhosa alphabet. Learning the click constants was their focus lately and Zalika found it hard to keep up, pulling extra time to study them whenever she had downtime like doing her laundry or cooking dinner. 

For the remainder of the class, Zalika took notes and practiced Xhosa phrases and click constants with a classmate. Whenever she had a question, Zalika would call for M’Baku in Xhosa like he instructed his students to do for added practice. He would squeeze Zalika’s shoulder gently while leaning over her desk, helping her sound out the phrases and occasionally glancing at her. His eyes would travel from her glossy lips all the way down to smooth, dark chocolate cleavage. This thick, tall, beautiful African man with such a stern voice and obvious ruthless personality turned Zalika on heavily, so heavy that she wanted to make his face a seat while he growled into her folds. 

After the class, all the students filled out except for Zalika who lingered behind acting as if she needed to ask Professor M’Baku a question. While he wiped down the white board, Zalika watched the door softly close shut leaving the both of them alone finally. As her eyes went back to M’Baku he gave her a cunning smile before strolling over to her. She held her ground but the more he approached, the more Zalika realized just how big, and intimidating this man is. 6’5 and 250 lbs stood before her. He crosses his thick, beefy arms across his chest, the outline of the tattoo on his arm teasing her eyes.

“You wanted to talk?” Zalika finally says.

“Let’s get straight to the point, yes? What are you doing with me, hm?” He asks with his profound voice ringing in her ears. 

“Having fun...what else?” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s tie, twirling it around her finger, twisting it tightly, “You don’t want to have fun with me?” 

“You call this fun? Toying with me? Let me tell you something, Zalika...I plan on handling you properly...tonight. Why are you talking to Erik? Who do you belong to?” 

Every time Zalika tried to speak M’Baku would cut her breath short. 

“Can I speak?” Zalika spoke defensively.

“...Yes,” M’Baku reluctantly says before leaning on the edge of his desk. Zalika’s eyes swept the classroom before they fell back on M’Baku.

“I’m feeling Erik too. I’m feeling both of you, actually.”

The muscles in M’Baku’s jaw popped out from grinding his teeth hard. His eyes narrowed at Zalika for a long time. He could taste the anger on his tongue from her words. Erik was right, Zalika wanted both of them to herself. Standing there in front of him with tight leggings, a very revealing top, and heels on her feet, M’Baku couldn’t be angry with her. She smelled like strawberries and her dark chocolate skin glistened. Whatever this woman wanted he would give her. Anything to have her; taste her. She gave M’Baku a kittenish smile while fluttering her lashes at him slowly. 

“I know I should have told you that I was talking to him as well, I apologize for that. I just...I can’t help my feelings towards the both of you…” Zalika approaches M’Baku, standing between his legs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “Baku…” she whispered, “Please don’t be mad at me, daddy...I just want to see what it will be like if I had both of you to myself…”

“Fuck, Zalika,” M’Baku’s shoulders slumped with defeat, “Look at what you do to me girl.”

“Huh?” Zalika spoke breathlessly. M’Baku grabs one of her arms from around his neck, dropping it over his crotch. Her hand drags down, mouth widening and eyes falling to his lap. 

“Daddy...this is all of you?” 

“Not all of me,” M’Baku spoke dangerously, “You have played with me long enough, Zalika, it’s time you take care of your master...emadolweni akho.”

Zalika drops to her knees almost instantly, a voracious look in her eyes as she watches M’Baku pull his slacks down with his briefs. The beauty of his big black dick couldn’t be put into words. It is very very girthy. Damn...Zalika wanted to ride that dick. Ain’t nothing like a black man’s dick, she thought before grabbing him, wrapping her hand around him as best as she could. She could feel the power that he beholden from how much he pulsates in the palm of her hand. This would definitely hurt but she wouldn’t chicken out on the opportunity. There is a first for everything. 

“Focus on all of me. There are too many parts untouched...unappreciated,” M’Baku unbuttons his dress shirt, his thick torso revealed to her, “you said you love sucking dick? Worship me then.”

Zalika stares at his thick, mammoth of a dick with bewildered eyes, “Baku...I don’t think I can.”

M’Baku fusses in Xhosa, “Open your mouth, girl.”

“And here I thought Erik’s dick was huge,” Zalika spoke under her breath.

“What was that?” M’Baku pulls on Zalika’s 4C fro to make her look up at him, “Did I hear you use Erik’s name with my dick in your hand? HUH? Who are you supposed to be focusing on at the moment!”

“You,” Zalika spoke quickly, bringing M’Baku’s dick to her mouth to slap her lips with it, eyes pleading, “You, daddy, you,” She opens wide, sinking him into her mouth with timid eyes. Her throat kept clenching up on her so Zalika had to pull him from her mouth, hawk spit on it a few times, before trying again. With the added moisture she was able to get about three inches of him inside.

“FUCK ZALIKA!” M’Baku hisses, “I finally got you, girl...I finally got my dick in your beautiful mouth. I would have done anything to get my dick in your mouth...now I need it in that sweet pussy, girl.” 

“Mm-

“Take it easy, Zalika, you will take your time when sucking me, girl, I don’t like it when you rush.” 

“EK!” Zalika gagged, “ghah, ghah, ghah,” she squeezes her eyes as her throat closes up. 

“Mmm, Zalika,” M’Baku wipes her tears away, “sloppy and slow is exactly how I like it...keep going, girl.”

“I can’t, you’re so big in my mouth,” Zalika’s bottom lip quivered from being stretched, “Baku, I can’t it’s so much-

Zalika was silenced with M’Baku’a dick back in her mouth. She grabbed for his legs, squeezing his enormous calves each time his dick hit the back of her throat. She was going to have a sore throat after this. 

“That’s it, girl, yesssssss, FUCK ZALIKA. Did you let Erik have this mouth too? You don’t have to talk, just nod your head...did he have this mouth before me?”

Zalika shakes her head no while M’Baku’s smooth, ebony dick barley slides in and out of her mouth. 

“Very good,” M’Baku’s lips poked out and his eyes rolled back, “fuck ewe...fuck ewe...uziva ulungile,” M’Baku’s hips were off of the desk, one large hand on the back of her head to keep her in place while his vast dick released a plentiful amount of cum. No wonder, his balls are heavy and big. She could feel the cum that couldn’t fit down her throat fall to her cleavage. 

“Look at me, Zalika,” he asked with a shallow breath escaping his mouth.

Zalika met his eyes while wiping his cum from her cheeks.

“If I find out that you fucked Erik, I will fuck the living shit out of you,” he spoke evenly with vengeful eyes, “I will not be gentle, entle, I will show you just how angry I am when I punish that sweet pussy, girl.” 

That was a challenge for her. Rubbing her throat, Zalika nods, unable to properly speak since M’Baku abused her vocal cords. 

___________

Erik was just stepping out of his shower when he heard M’Baku, his roommate and best friend enter the luxury apartment. It was way past the time for him to be home from his evening class and the thought of that alone has Erik squeezing the hell out of his bottle of body wash, spilling the contents to the bathroom floor. Frustrated, Erik takes a hand towel to clean it up, his other hand trying to keep the fluffy black towel around his waist together. Balling it up and tossing it in a linen wicker basket in the bathroom, Erik steps from the bathroom, M’Baku making his way down the hall with his work satchel in one hand, and his suit jacket in the other. M’Baku couldn’t fight the evil grin on his face when he noticed Erik’s irritation.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” 

M’Baku chuckles while opening his bedroom door, “Good night, brother.”

The humor laced in his voice made Erik’s blood boil and his water stricken skin gave his lean muscles more definition as they flexed with rage.

“Did she tell you about me?” Erik is standing in M’Baku’s doorway now with his towel hanging on for dear life around his tapered hips, “cuz last time I checked she still hitting my phone.” 

“She did,” M’Baku removes his tie, “But after what I gave her tonight, you can forget everything. She knows who her real daddy is.”

“Nah, we’ll see about that,” Erik challenged M’Baku Before walking away and towards his bedroom. Once he is inside, Erik closes his door, grabbing his cell from the bed and automatically calls Zalika. She answers on the third ring, her sweet, airy voice making his dick twitch. 

“Baby girl,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone, “You want me to come over there and beat that ass?”

“Hello to you too, Erik,” Zalika responds, “and why are you threatening to spank me?”

“M’Baku is back home...he told me that he gave you something tonight...you mind telling me what that something is?”

“Teh,” Zalika sassed, “It’s no concern of yours, E, all you need to worry about is me and you.”

“Zalika, I’m not playing with you...did he hit that puss?” 

“...no,” Zalika finally says, “But I did suck his dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik hummed into the phone, the sound vibrating into Zalika’s ear, “You’re a nasty bitch, Zalika. Couldn’t control yourself, could you?”

“He made me...I liked it though...I haven’t had dick in my mouth for a long time…my throat is still pretty sore.”

“Fuck,” Erik pulls his towel from his waist, “If you’re such a slut it shouldn’t matter how sore that throat is...you’ll want more dick, right?”

“True...what? You got more for me?”

“Why don’t you come through...I’ll show you.” 

“M’Baku is home,” Zalika says, “Wouldn’t he hear?”

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about that. I pay the bills in this bitch too so what? He ain’t got control over this. You coming over or what?” Erik spoke with malice. 

The aggression in both of them is one of the reasons why Zalika can’t leave both men alone. She first met Erik on campus as a substitute teacher for a physics course. He’s a Radiological Physicist. The chemistry between them both was undeniable and Zalika needed to see him outside of class. Since she wants to be an engineer herself, she would schedule tutoring time with Erik at the schools library and that’s when they exchanged numbers and started sexting. 

“Yeah, I’ll come over, daddy,” Zalika says with a seductive voice, “Keep that dick nice and hard for me.”

“I’m getting some of that puss too, Zalika...you show up at my door I’m using both of your holes to empty my nut and think I’m playing,” Erik warns.

“Unh,” Zalika moans. 

“Had me waiting way too long for you, ma...can’t wait to beat it up,” He spoke with a rough tone, “Hurry up.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Get off the phone,” Erik ordered and then soon after, the call ended.

The wait will finally be over, he was about to dive in that wet ass pussy he’d been longing for. She is freaky on the phone. She better be just as freaky in person. All of that stop, it’s too big, I can’t take it, all of that shit will not stop Erik from tearing her little ass up. Have her walking funny and feeling his fat ass dick in her pussy forever. M’Baku wasn’t a heavy sleeper so he will hear everything from her moans to her cheeks clapping and Erik didn’t give a fuck. He offered to share her since Zalika wanted them both but M’Baku wanted to be possessive of the girl. She wants BOTH OF THEM. One dick in her mouth, and one in her pussy. 

Erik rubs his body down with some cocoa butter and puts on a pair of drawstring shorts to lounge around until Zalika finally shows up. Erik shot her a quick text letting her know what the apartment number was and not to park in a number spot. He only had to wait twenty minutes, the faint knocks on the door made Erik aware of that. Leaving his bedroom, Erik strolls to the door, opening it to find Zalika standing before him in a T-shirt dress, some sandals, and her kinky afro picked out and full. Her lips are painted a matte brown and when she smiles her white teeth almost blinded him. He could smell the coconut oil on her skin and she wasn’t even up under his nose yet. 

“Don’t be shy,” Erik held the door open further, “I won’t bite unless you want me to.”

“We’ll see about that,” She steps inside, looking around the spacious luxury apartment before turning back to Erik for direction, “It’s nice...looks like a bachelor pad...where’s your room?”

“So damn eager...you don’t want anything to drink?” Erik leads the way further into the apartment, “We got water, apple juice, papaya juice, something stronger…”

“I’m good for now, I’m gonna need it after we...you know…” she giggles, looking down at her toes.

“Fuck. Yeah, you gon’ need that,” Erik grabs Zalika’s soft hand, “Let’s go, ma-

“Where is M’Baku?” She asked with a hushed tone.

“Shh,” Erik says with a finger to his mouth. He points to M’Baku’s bedroom with his thumb while they walked to his room, “He’s in there...you wanna say hi or something? You’re here for me, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just...he’ll hear us…” Zalika stood rooted to the spot in front of M’Baku’s door.

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about that shit. I told him we can make it a threesome thing but he wasn’t with it, that’s his loss,” Erik pulls on Zalika’s hand, making her move, “Nah, let’s go, you got some making up to do with all that teasing shit.” 

“Threesome?” Zalika says with an elevated tone, “You would like that?”

“We’ve done it before, ain’t no problem with me.”

Erik pushes his bedroom door open with his shoulder, turning to grab both of Zalika’s hands. He finally had her in his bedroom. All of that freaky shit she said she could do he wanted to see it for himself. Zalika took a seat on Erik’s bed, her feet slipping out of her sandals before laying back against his bed. She placed her keys and her shoulder bag to the side, her eager eyes studying Erik’s bedroom. 

“Get comfortable, you know, but ass naked,” Erik says while removing his own clothing, “and spread your thighs for me too...remember you told me how you like that puss licked?”

“From the back,” Zalika spoke breathlessly while lifting her T-shirt dress up and above her head. She then takes off her bra and panties, dropping those to the floor as well before laying back, titties spreading to the side from how heavy they are, smoothing her hands down her petite waistline before bringing her thighs up and out. The sound of her pussy lips spreading is what caught Erik’s attention first. 

“That puss is just waiting for my tongue...it’s even prettier in person.”

“Let’s see what that tongue can do,” Zalika spreads her plump pussy lips for Erik to see, “Come and taste me, daddy.”

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M’Baku was in the middle of dozing off with his Beats headphones on and a Wakandan rap artist named SS1CASH’s music playing. Something, maybe a small voice inside of his head told him to wake up. M’Baku removes his headphones, placing them on his bed before stretching his large, thickset arms above his head, one hand coming down to scratch the tight, 4C coils on his head. He didn’t have anywhere to be the next day since it was a Saturday so M’Baku decides to pull an all-nighter to grade the English papers that are piled high on his desk. 

Swinging his weighty legs over his king sized bed, M’Baku stands, grabbing his glasses before walking to his bedroom door. He felt parched and needed some papaya juice to hydrate himself. On his way out, M’Baku hears a soft, feminine moan from down the hall. Pausing, M’Baku waits for the lovely sound to grace his ears again. Please, don’t let it be who I think it is, he thought. As if reading his thoughts, the same, pleasure-filled sound fills the darkened hallway again and before M’Baku could stop himself he is walking towards Erik’s door. 

Of course it has to be Zalika. That moan sounded too familiar and the way it has his almighty girthy dick stiff and compressed in his briefs it had to be his Zalika. What was he doing to her at this precise moment that has her gasping and moaning with such blissful surprise that she can’t believe her body is reacting the way it is? At Erik’s door, M’Baku’s large hand grabs the satin nickel door knob, twisting it quietly before pushing it open enough so he could peek inside. The sound of her moans intensified, M’Baku’s brown eyes widening when they fell upon the nasty sight before him.

Zalika is fully naked and riding Erik’s face on his bed, her wide ass bouncing, grinding her pussy on his open mouth. Each time Zalika’s cheeks would spread from her continuous ass popping her pink slit and puffy, chocolate outer lips would grace his eyes. Erik’s tongue was flat and thick, licking up and down her pussy while his hands rubbed the back of Zalika’s thighs and occasionally went up to give her generous cheeks a slap. Yes, yes, yes fell from Zalika’s mouth with her head towards the ceiling. She was loving that tongue, her body visibly shaking. 

M’Baku’s dick was ready to fucking bust. Staring at it, his girthy dick was pointed straight out, the tip of his dick peeking through the opening of his briefs. He wanted to yank Erik’s vertebrae through his throat at first but the more he watched the more he concluded that seeing his best friend tongue fuck and slurp all over Zalika’s beautiful puss has him horny and ready to join. He wanted a taste of her now, especially that puckered ass hole. He dreamed of training her tight ass to fit his thickness knowing that it will be too much for her. It wasn’t M’Baku’s first time seeing Erik in his naked grandeur. Erik’s chiseled hips were pumping the air like there was a pussy situated over his dick for him to sink into. 

“What a yummy, puffy pussy, ma,” Erik says with his voice much deeper, “Mmm I’d suck on this pussy all fucking day,” he goes back to devouring Zalika like pussy is his favorite meal. It’s M’Baku’s favorite meal too. All that cream just leaking on Erik’s tongue. Her pussy is nice and bald, plump, and juicy. What a beautiful picture of a beautiful body piece. M’Baku would love to put a lip lock on her and snatch. 

“Unh, Erik right there, Unh, yes Erik right fucking there, daddy, fuck,” Zalika lets out ragged breaths, “daddy keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

That’s what made M’Baku approach the both of them within long strides, grabbing a fist full of Zalika’s kinky afro, extending her he’d back so far her eyes widened with fear, she couldn’t see him correctly because of the position so her eyes looked towards her peripheral, that same strong, masculine scent crowding her like it always did in class. Erik notices the change in Zalika’s movements, lifting his face from between her legs to find M’Baku yoking her up by her hair, so close to her face with fury that Zalika was whimpering. Erik didn’t say anything, didn’t care to be honest. He simply takes three fingers, slipping them inside of Zalika’s pussy and starts finger popping her pussy. 

“Baku...Unh shit, Erik...Baku, daddy,” M’Baku wasn’t sure who she was calling daddy at the moment since Erik was curling his fat fingers inside of her, “Baku, I’m sorry-

“It’s too late for that, girl...I already caught you riding my best friends tongue...no need to lie about how it felt...I know it felt good,” M’Baku glances over at Erik, locking eyes with his friend before both of them share identical sly smirks, “Keep going, Erik, dig deep and don’t let up until she’s cumming hard.”

“Erik-

“Since you’re here, bro, why don’t you fill that mouth up...she said her throat was sore let’s see if it’s still like that,” Erik spoke harshly, “ooookayyyy, that pussy got a nice grip,” Erik’s free hand comes down to slap her ass.

M’Baku pulls his briefs off, grabbing his chocolate dick in one hand, tapping Zalika’s lips with it, “You are amazingly talented, why don’t you show Erik how you suck dick, hmm?” M’Baku rubs his dick against Zalika’s lips, “come on, girl, suck your master.” 

“Damn,” Erik strains his neck to watch Zalika take M’Baku in with difficulty, “She is trying her hardest to fit them big lips around your dick...too much dick, Zalika?”

“Damn it!!” M’Baku says through clenched teeth, “Fucking pro,” M’Baku grabs both sides of her head, “THATS it girl, you are special, love, so special.” 

Hrgurrk!!!” She gags, trying her absolute best to fill her mouth up with M’Baku’s dick but there is no use, this man’s dick is inhuman. All that Wakandan strength he’s yielding in his dick...her throat is no match. Erik pulls his fingers out to rub Zalika’s clit, his eyes envious of M’Baku being slobbered on. 

“Do that shit bitch! I need that shit right there,” Erik says while rubbing his drenched fingers all over her pussy, “she the real deal, Baku let me get some of that.”

“Here,” M’Baku pulls his dick out of Zalika’s mouth, watching her exhale, “Come fuck her throat up.”

Erik sucks Zalika’s mess from his fingers before trading places with M’Baku, eagerly grabbing his long and girthy dick up. M’Baku gets down on his knees behind Zalika, dick in one hand while the other one grabs one of her ass cheeks firmly, spreading her nice and wide so that he could rub his thick tongue from her pussy to her ass and back. The mess Erik created has M’Baku growling before he buries his face in her pussy. He couldn’t help but to leave a trail of sucks continuously. 

Erik has Zalika’s hair in his hand, moving her head up and down his dick, “Damn, you dangerous with that tongue...that’s a bad bitch,” Erik drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “I love how she sucks dick, got my dick throbbing in her mouth.” 

“The best, right?” M’Baku says between licks, “makes you want to abuse her little throat.”

Zalika’s lips slips off of Erik’s dick with a loud pop, “Umph!!! Baku oh my God,” She jerks Erik’s drool covered dick while looking back at M’Baku, “Daddy suck on my pussy like that, yessssss-

“Aye, pay attention,” Erik turns Zalika’s head around, “Nope, don’t touch my big dick with hands, ma. Mouth, tongue, and throat only, fuck is wrong with you.”

“Yes, daddy, Umph, fuck,” Zalika started sucking with no hands but stops again when M’Baku starts tongue-fucking her ass, “Ooooooo-

“Bitch, you got my dick in front of your face you better come suck this,” Erik orders while yanking her hair, “UH-HUH, fuck yeah,” Erik’s eyes were dark on her, “And don’t let my cum drip down my dick. You better clean up every single drop.” 

“Mhm,” Zalika focused on the dick currently stretching her throat out while grinding her pussy on M’Baku’s tongue. He was right on her clit and each time he sucked Zalika’s body would clench up. She was getting closer and closer while Erik’s balls slapped her chin. 

“I know you wanna cum, girl, cum on daddy’s tongue, baby,” M’Baku spoke into her pussy before wrapping his lips around her clit again. 

“Damn, I’ma fuck you good, Zalika,” Erik could feel his balls growing tighter, a tingling sensation forming, “Ima make you cum all over this dick, ma, fuckkkkk!” 

Erik’s hips began to move faster and faster and faster until he buried his dick down her throat, his thick, tasty cum filling her mouth up. Zalika locked eyes with him while swallowing his nut.

“That’s that nut you’ve been dying to taste, drink it up, ma,” Erik says while focusing on Zalika sucking his dick softly, “You tryna get more?”

Zalika pops her lips off of the tip of his dick, “yeah.”

“Ain’t no more right now you sucked a nigga dry...you plan on giving M’Baku some good suckie-suckie too?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says before bringing her lips down to suck on his balls.

“Damn. Never forget the balls baby,” Erik whispers while jerking his dick.

“Fuck!!!” Zalika shouts, her body shaking from cumming on M’Baku’s tongue, “YES DADDY YES!!”

Erik reaches behind her to slap her ass while M’Baku continues to suck all the cum out of her pussy. Erik couldn’t help but to walk around to see what M’Baku was doing. He has his lips on her clit, sucking slowly, savoring in her sweet taste. Erik leans over, spreading both of Zalika’s ass cheeks before spitting on her ass hole. He takes his finger, bringing it to her ass to rub it. 

“Damn, I can tell you play in this ass girl…my type of woman...super thick and creamy,” Erik sticks his finger in her ass, “You gon’ let me dig in this ass real good?”

“She better,” M’Baku says, his face finally from between her legs and covered in her juices, “I’m fucking that ass too.” 

“It’s your lucky day, baby girl, turn around,” Erik says, watching a weak Zalika flip over onto her back, “There you go, I’m getting in this pussy-

“Fuck!!!” Zalika tries to push at Erik, “Daddy it’s in my stomach that dick is so big!”

M’Baku is walking to stand by Zalika’s face, jerking his dick, “It’s okay, entle, suck my dick.”

“Unh,” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s dick, “This is going inside of my pussy too daddy? This big ass dick?”

“Where ever you want it, I’ll put it, baby,” M’Baku hisses when Her juicy lips wrapped around his girth, “Fuck, mmmm.”

Erik has Zalika’s legs thrown over his shoulders, his hips expertly snapping into hers while grinding them. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Zalika’s pussy creaming all over him. Her fat pussy fit snugly around him and the more he digs deep the more he wants to fill her pussy up with his cum. That pussy is gripping his dick something serious making his eyes roll. 

“Pussy good, girl,” Erik says between breaths, “got me digging deep baby, so deep...uhmmmm, this pussy is so wet,” Erik pulls his dick out all the way to the tip, “nasty bitch, suck that dick while I fuck this pretty pussy.”

“Dig deeper,” M’Baku says while grabbing her legs, pulling them back, “That’s better, see? She’s opened up a lot more now, fuck her hard, brother.”

“Like this,” Erik leans over her body into a push up position, giving it to Zalika so hard and with long strokes that she takes M’Baku’s dick out of her mouth, hand barely able to grasp it, while staring at Erik with a crease in her brow and low eyes. He kept that same stroke, hips snapping into her and his dick hitting the back of her pussy.

“Fuck,” she says softly, unable to control the tears that fell from her eyes and rolled into her hairline, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” 

“Look at that yummy pussy taking that dick,” M’Baku was fascinated, “Uhmm, make her pussy cum.” 

“Ima make this pussy cum,” Erik repeated.

“Fuck my pussy good, daddy, please, oh my god,” Zalika was in a trance staring at M’Baku’s vast dick in her face and Erik’s dick that is just as whopping digging deep in her pussy. He was aiming for her to feel it push up against her cervix. Her toes curled back so hard it hurt and she would surely have cramps in her toes by tomorrow. 

“Daddy get this pussy, Baku,” Zalika wiggles her tongue, “Slap that fat ass dick on my tongue.”

“Nasty little bitch,” M’Baku bends his knees a little because of his height to slap Zalika’s tongue with his dick. 

Zalika slurps on M’baku’s tip while watching Erik have a blast in her pussy, “Pussy good? Is she good, daddy? Huh? Make your pussy cum.” 

Zalika was on fire, talking shit while taking dick. Her pussy has a mad grip on Erik’s dick. 

“Love to hear a girl talk nasty when I beat it up,” Erik says while rubbing her clit while stroking her pussy.

“Mmmm I wanna fuck her so bad...she’s taking that dick so good,” M’Baku was longing to split Zalika’s pussy in half. 

“I can’t wait to fill this ass up,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone. Sweat poured from his body and it smelled just like the cocoa butter he applied to his skin after he showered. 

“Look at your face, that’s all you need, Zalika, dick all the time,” M’Baku strokes her hair while she sucked the tip of his dick.

“I’d love that,” She says before gasping, “Ima squirt on your dick Erik,” She could hear her pussy making even louder wet sounds now, “it’s coming, daddy, Ima squirt on your dick!”

While Erik was killing her pussy, Zalika acted like the hype man pumping his head up and spewing nasty talk after nasty talk to make her squirt. Erik watched with rapid attention while colorless fluid splashed from Zalika’s pussy while he continued to fuck her. The grip she had on him almost made him cum. Erik pulls out, slapping his dick on her pussy before trading places with M’Baku. 

“Let me,” M’Baku says, being a gentleman and lifting Zalika up to straddle him. With one bulky arm around her waist to lock her down, M’Baku uses his other hand to line his dick up with her pussy. 

“Shit, Baku,” Zalika clenched up when she felt M’Baku trying to get the tip of his dick in, “this big black dick,” Zalika hisses, “oooooo, fuck that’s a big dick, baby...ouch-ouch...daddyyyy.” 

“I know I’m too thick...it will fit, girl, you just gotta let me in,” M’Baku whispers to her, “Why don’t you suck your mess off of Erik while I work this pussy on my dick, hmm?”

“Okay,” Zalika grabs Erik’s creamy dick, going straight to sucking her cum off while keeping eye contact with him. Her taste and Erik’s sexy eyes did distract her enough to let M’Baku slip his dick in. She froze with a mouth full of dick, her hips suspended in the air. 

“Nah, get some more of that dick,” Erik says, slapping her ass, “come on, girl throw that pussy back.” 

“Fuck,” Zalika tries to but she was so wide open it was too much, “Daddy’s dick is so big in my little pussy.”

“Remember how you said you would take me? Show me how you would take me…” M’Baku has both of his hands on her hips, “It’s just my dick, girl...imagine if Erik was in your ass? You would really be crying then.” 

“I’m about to get in that ass now,” Erik says while reaching behind Zalika to stick his finger in her ass again, “Ima put my dick balls deep in this tight ass.” 

“Erik, no,” Zalika looks at him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy not my ass.”

“I like how you play like you don’t want it,” Erik positions himself behind Zalika, crouching down so he could line his dick up with her ass, “remember you said you wanted me to make this ass a gaping, cum-filled hole?”

“Yes,” She says with a weak voice. Erik could see her ass hole clenching and it made him smile. 

“Hurry up, Erik, I’m ready to fuck her,” M’Baku says impatiently. Erik leans over Zalika’s body with all of his strength keeping him up before grabbing his dick in one hand, pushing it inside of her ass slowly. Zalika’s face was priceless. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. He pushed in and her ass hole sucked him inside so swiftly she didn't see it coming. Erik felt good in her ass. Tight, thick, and smooth. When he pulled out to thrust back in, Zalika moaned, looking back at Erik, silently telling him to do that again.

“That thick ass dick,” Zalika’s eyes rolled shut. She was just getting used to Erik’s dick in her ass but M’Baku thrusting upward into her pussy has her feeling full. She turned around to look at him with wide eyes, moans stuck in her throat while this giant of a man started thrusting his hips upward. His dick went in and out, in and out, stretching her pussy to his girth. She could hear her pussy making noises around his dick, she could see the longing in M’Baku’s eyes. 

“Oh my goodness, Baku,” Zalika grabs his shoulders, “Baku it’s so big… ooooo, Erik,” Zalika couldn’t forget the way Erik was tearing her ass up, “Daddy,” She says to Erik, “Daddy,” she says to M’Baku. She was being double penetrated and it felt so damn good. 

“Ass is gripping the fuck out of my dick, FUCK,” Erik rubs his hands up Zalika’s spine, “I love this tight ass.”

Erik slips out of her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could see how wide open she is. The cum on his dick from fucking her pussy helped to lubricate his dick so he could fuck her ass. He went right back inside while watching M’Baku pull her down over his dick. 

“BAKU! ERIK! YES!!” She shouts, “Make me cum!! I want to cum!!”

Zalika never had an anal orgasm before but she could feel herself ready to explode through both openings. She could feel the same tingling each time Erik fucked her ass. M’Baku was all up in her pussy with so much excitement his balls would slap her ass.

“Give me that pussy, girl,” He would say, “Daddy will make you cum on this dick,” He growled, “I’m stretching your little pussy out, baby.” 

“Yes, I’m cumming!!!” 

Zalika was trapped between two men so no matter how powerful her orgasm is she couldn’t move or run away. Tears burst from her eyes and she felt her ass growing tighter around Erik’s dick just like her pussy around M’Baku’s dick. 

“AHHH SHIT!!!!!” Erik says, pumping a few more times before erupting deeply inside of her ass. He came harder than ever from anal and she was begging for more. 

M’Baku hooks his arms under her knees, lifting Zalika up and down his dick. This man was bringing her body up in the air and slamming her down on his dick. 

“Yeah, Baku, give her that dick, fuck her up,” Erik says while stroking his dick. He could feel it growing harder and harder in his hand, “Damn, bro, you got her pussy creaming heavy.”

“Fuck, Baku Ima cum, mmmm, Baku yes!!!!”

Zalika was cumming all over M’Baku and he didn’t stop fucking her until she stopped cumming. When she was drained, M’Baku pulled her into a kiss before lifting her off of him, trading places with Erik while he fucked her ass. Thanks to Erik, Zalika is nice and stretched, giving M’Baku easier access. M’Baku lifts from the bed, grabbing some lube from Erik’s dresser, applying some to his dick before putting it back, kneeling behind Zalika. Erik has Zalika sucking his dick like it was her favorite thing in the whole wide world. 

“BAKU!!!!!” Zalika almost pushes away from him but he holds her hips down firmly while he fits his dick inside of her. He cursed in Xhosa with more and more of himself sinking inside of her. 

“Tight ass butt, give her that dick, bro, make her feel that shit.” Erik encourages M’Baku while Zalika sucks his dick. 

M’Baku was ready to cum already but he held it in as best as he could. Zalika was throwing her ass back on M’Baku and he was meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Yes, girl, that’s daddy’s little slut, this ass is tight on you, fuck,” M’Baku grunts, “Mmmm, yes, get this hole filled all the time, girl.”

“All the time,” Erik moans when Zalika strokes his balls with her hand while sucking on the tip of his dick, “You taste yourself on my dick? Taste good?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says while slurping on Erik’s dick.

“She is well trained,” M’Baku says while digging in her ass, “this is how I told you I would use you, entle, destroy your asshole without mercy...pound you until you cum then pound you again.” 

In between Zalika’s vicious sucks Erik grabs her hair to fuck her face. Already he could feel himself getting ready to explode, “Goddamn, Zalika, Ima bust in that mouth again.”

“I’m about to cum in her ass,” M’Baku slaps her ass, “Mmmm, DAMN!!!!!” He felt that cum shoot out hard, “DAMN!! DAMN!!!”

Erik was right behind him, cumming down Zalika’s throat for the second time that evening. 

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How often was Zalika fucking Erik and M’Baku? Practically every damn day. It’s been three weeks and now they were taking turns making a cream pie in her pussy. Zalika swore she was protected with birth control. The risk of letting both of her Daddy’s cum in her pussy felt so dangerous and delicious at the same time. Just last night Erik and M’Baku fucked her in the shower, picking her up and giving it to her deep in both holes. M’Baku was in her ass first while Erik was in her pussy and then they would switch places, aiming to make her cum. 

“Big fucking dicks!” Zalika screamed to the ceiling. 

“Daddy, yes, cum in my pussy,” she would say while Erik was pounding her pussy from the back while sucking M’Baku’s dick. 

“Fuck, M’Baku, it’s so much dick in my pussy,” She would say to M’Baku while riding him reverse cowgirl.

Erik loved fucking Zalika doggy style or with her legs thrown over his shoulders. M’Baku enjoyed making her ride his dick and he especially loved fucking her in the ass. She would suck both of their dicks at the same time no matter what they were doing. They could be on the couch watching a game and Zalika would be on her knees, moving from one dick to the other. You know it’s big when you have to use both hands. She sucked both M’Baku and Erik’s dick with both hands even though Erik preferred for her to use her mouth only. M’Baku didn’t fuss too much because he knew how wide and girthy he was so he let her use whatever resources she needed. 

Zalika had plans to go see M’Baku and Erik but she was feeling funny for the past few days. She felt nauseated and fatigued and that had her taking time off from school to rest up and get some energy. She didn’t want to worry M’Baku and Erik with her problems so she told them that she would have to see them that weekend. They were both disappointed but they understood that she needed some time off. Zalika made herself some chicken noodle soup. She played with it, no appetite at all. The nausea became more and more difficult so Zalika placed her bowl on her dresser, speeding to the bathroom. The second she lifted the toilet seat up Zalika vomits in the toilet. 

She knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. In that moment it came to her that she missed her period. She was so used to having irregular periods with taking birth control but it always came towards the end of the month. It’s been a week into the new month and she didn’t come on her cycle yet. She did feel bloated, cranky, cramps, and light spotting but it was on and off. Now, she was vomiting. Zalika flushed the toilet, walking to the sink to brush her teeth. As she scrubbed her tongue she looked at her reflection, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in her belly. Zalika knew what she had to do, there was no reason to avoid it. After brushing her teeth and using mouthwash, Zalika walked back to her bedroom to put on some sweats and a pair of sneakers. 

She grabs her keys and wallet, grabbing her keys to leave. There is a CVS about a mile up the road in a shopping center. In her car, Zalika’s conscious kept telling her that she couldn’t be pregnant, not with birth control. The closer she got to CVS, the more she couldn’t accept it. Sure, having M’Baku or Erik as a baby father is wonderful when you think about it but she was still in school, no career, and what if one of them didn’t want the baby? What if they cut ties with her and she was left on her own to take care of a child? If she is pregnant, Zalika will keep the baby, there is doubt about that. But it will be hard. 

Zalika grabs two tests from the shelf, deciding to do self-checkout instead since there was such a long line. Zalika was out the door in under five minutes. On her way back home so she could get it over with and face the inevitable. Back at home, she undressed, standing in her bathroom with her phone on the sink for a timer. She could see two texts from Erik and M’Baku on her lock screen.

Daddy Erik: Awww, I can’t see my baby today, now I gotta take care of myself.

Daddy M’Baku: I hope everything is alright. This dick will miss you girl.

Zalika opens the first test. She pees on the test, sitting it down on the sink before wiping and flushing. While washing her hands, Zalika waits the amount of time needed before grabbing the test quickly, anxious to see what it says. 

Positive

“No fucking way,” Zalika says with a shake of her head before grabbing up the second test, “Let’s be sure….”

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“Zalika,” Erik says with a lopsided grin on his face. He’s wearing an Under Armor top with some drawstring shorts and socks on his feet, “I thought you weren’t coming to see us today? What changed your mind, gorgeous?”

“We have to talk,” Zalika says with a solemn expression.

“Aight...come in,” Erik gave Zalika a weird look before closing the door behind her, “Are you cutting ties with me?”

“I need to talk with you and M’Baku, Erik,” she says, “where is he?”

“Kitchen making something to eat, Baku!” Erik calls for him, his eyes never leaving Zalika’s, “Is it bad? You look like you wanna cry.”

“What’s going on,” M’Baku’s deep voice startled her. He softened when he saw Zalika, his little slut, “Ah, so she comes back for more,” M’Baku walks up to her, kissing her lips, “Are you hungry? I’m making oxtail stew, Erik’s recipe.”

“Not right now...we really need to talk...all three of us.”

“Shit,” M’Baku says before sharing a look with Erik, “Well, let’s sit on the balcony.” 

M’Baku leads the way towards the balcony, turning on the light so they wouldn’t be sitting in darkness. There is a long patio chair with two small ones and a few Aloe Vera plants. Zalika takes a seat between Erik and M’Baku, both of them watching her attentively. Zalika began fidgeting, looking down into her lap. 

“Zalika, baby, what’s wrong?” Erik says, scooting closer, “You got me and Baku over here worried.”

“If it's something we did, you can tell us both,” M’Baku says while gently squeezing her shoulder. 

“Okay,” Zalika exhales, “Uhm...I’m pregnant.” 

Silence. 

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated. 

Both men looked at each other again. Erik looked at nothing in particular while M’Baku’s expression hardened. 

“When did you find out?” Erik asks.

“Today...I missed my period and I’ve been feeling sick, weak,” Zalika glances at M’Baku, “I took two tests, they were both positive.”

“Zalika...this is serious...what will you do?” M’Baku grabs for her hand, “I’m with you in whatever decision you make.”

“I want to keep the baby...but I don’t know which one of you could be the father,” She spoke timidly, “You both came inside of me…”

“That’s the dilemma,” M’Baku sighs, “Well, if it is my child, I will take care of it...take care of you.”

Zalika shudders when M’Baku’s hand pressed into her belly. 

“I hope that it is mine,” He spoke with a whisper. That alone made Zalika’s nipples erect. They were a little sore as well but she couldn’t help feeling so turned on by M’Baku’s words.

“It could be mine,” Erik says, “and I’ll make sure my baby is provided for just like her mama,” Erik leans in, kissing Zalika’s cheek. His soft, plump lips against her cheek made her gasp. Erik’s hand joined M’Baku’s on her belly, both men sharing a look, before staring at Zalika. 

“M’Baku...what if it’s Erik’s...how would you feel?”

M’Baku’s jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that it was his seed growing inside of her womb. If Erik’s cum made that happen he would be happy for his best friend but at the same time it could have been his. 

“I would support my friend...but I won’t lie...I want the baby to be mine.” 

“Hmm,” Erik hums, a brow raised at his friend, “You sure you won’t go full gorilla mode on me?” 

M’Baku gave Erik a challenging look. He knows that the Jabari courses through M’Baku’s veins. Very possessive. He practically imprinted on Zalika. 

“Then how would you feel if my baby is what’s making her hips spread and breasts leak milk?” 

Erik licks his lips, one of his eyes twitching faintly. 

“Ah, So we have a challenge,” M’Baku grabs Zalika’s chin, “We will see in nine months.”

“...okay,” Zalika stares at M’Baku’s lips. 

“3 months, right? Until we find out about the sex of the baby?” Erik asks. 

“Yeah, about 14 weeks.” 

“I’ll be right there by your side, baby girl,” Erik kisses her neck, “Right by your side the entire time.

“And I will be by your bedside whenever you need me,” M’Baku says, taking charge and kissing her lips. 

“Come stay with us, Zalika,” Erik takes it up a notch, trailing his hands up to grope her breast, “That way, you’ll be with us the entire time.”

“The lease will be up on my apartment in another few weeks,” Zalika bites her lip when Erik’s thumb tweaks her nipple, “I could do that...are you guys sure?”

“Of course,” M’Baku reassures her, “You are most welcome.” 

Zalika was in heaven. She thought up so many different scenarios of how this would play out. Erik and M’Baku would argue, M’Baku would get upset at her for sleeping with Erik, Erik getting upset with her for sleeping with M’Baku, or both men calling her delusional, telling her to leave. None of those things happened. They were both comforting and accepting of what was happening between the three of them. The only problem would be the competition but that could be dealt with. M’Baku and Erik are now taking turns kissing Zalika, pulling on her clothes. This will be an everyday thing. They will want her pregnant pussy and she will give it to them. 

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[hanawrites404]

Wynne's Birthday Diary - William Hillenberg

"Wynne stop daydreaming and wash the berries. We don't have all day" I felt a nudge on my shoulder laden with flour. This disturbed the train of my thoughts which annoyed me a bit.

"M-My apologies. I was just..... pondering about something" I dusted my shoulder and continued rinsing the fruits with water.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking of?" Portia asked me back. She had a teasing tone to her voice while I just rolled my eyes. Ugh, she really wasn't believing me, was she?

"It's nothing......really.......well........" I looked around for a second, trying to find a topic to talk about before Portia could press my spacing out further. And after a couple of seconds, I finally found two idiotic birds to snarl on outside.

"Ugh yare yare dawa" I scoffed as I stared out the window.

"What's the matter now?" Portia asked.

"Look at Ilya outside. Seems like Pepi is not going let go of his leg, is she??" I remarked as I watched the red-haired himbo trying to shake the innocent feline off his pillar limb that he falls on the grass during the struggle, still screeching like a monkey let loose.

I just sighed and shook my head after seeing the nonsense ruckus out. I was definitely tired of such a shit.

"Such a baka he is. Fucking scared of a cat"

"Pfff looks like Pepi is having fun. Too much fun" Portia laughed as she cut the blueberries into definite circles.

"True. Ugh but look at Erik now. Panicking as always" I scoffed again. And like I implied, Erik (@sylph-dreams) was trying to get Pepi away from Julian's leg and also shouting pleads to her. Seriously just why am I dating such idiots and how did I end up like this??

"Then why don't you go and help them, Ms. Whiny?" Portia nudged me hard enough to send me stumbling.

"Fine. Whatever" I rolled my eyes again and left the kitchen to both of the morons outside.

"Now now, would you two stop freaking out and calm down for a bit? You are creating a mess which I definitely won't tolerate, for your kind information" I crossed my arms as I glared at both of them.

After I came, Pepi instantly let go of Julian's leg and jumped off it before going inside the house and meowing like nothing happened. Her fellow feline Esther, who was watching the tantrum from the corner, too joined Pepi inside, not caring about the two.

"I-I am sorry Wynne. But she wasn't letting Ilya go!" Erik rubbed his neck from shame.

"You could have solved the matter in a cooperative way than panicking and making the situation difficult than ever Erik. Have some decency on the grounds" I scolded him sternly.

"I'm sorry......I won't do it again" he looked down, ashamed of his previous behavior.

I sighed and spoke to him in a bit more soft way this time.

"It's alright. Just keep it in mind to not mess up again, Ok? Same with you Ilya" I glared at Julian next.

"Y-Yes ma'am" he replied, his face red from embarrassment.

"Right. Now get in" I pointed behind me with my thumb, still glaring at both of them, and they quickly went inside the house by my command and without objecting with me.

I watched both of them from the corner of my eye and sighed once they were out of sight.

"Just what will I do with both of them....." I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with my fingers.

"Wynne!" I heard someone calling my name from the front of me. And by the call, I shifted my eyes up to the person who called me.

And I found out that the person was none other than the birthday boy.

"O-Oh! William!" I walked quickly over to him. He was not looking so tired as usual. Looks like he was relieved from work early.

"There you are. I was looking for you. You and Esther weren't at the shop so I got worried" he told me.

"But I did leave a note that we both would be at Portia's cottage" I replied him back.

"You mean *this* note" he handed me the paper on which I had written.

in Japanese.........

"Oh fuck......I am so sorry!" I facepalmed hard.

"Do you even know how many dictionaries it took me to find the meaning of what you have written??" He crossed his arms. He was clearly annoyed.

"Gosh I am so sorry William. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to write it in English" I replied from frustration while he just sighed.

"Just don't do it again Pipsqueak. Japanese is a pain in the ass for me. We have been dating for more than a year. You should have known this" he walked away to the cottage.

"ugh I told you I was sorry. What is your problem?" I pouted and crossed my own arms, following him.

"Yeah yeah. Like I said, don't repeat it. I forgive you" he replied without turning to me as he opened the door of the house.

And as quick as she can, Portia lunged upon him and hugged him tight.

"W-Whoa! What the??" William stumbled back a bit.

"Happy birthday Will!!" She literally shouted from joy as she smiled brightly at him.

"O-Oh! Thanks Pasha! I didn't know you would remember it" He smiled nervously at her, and hugged her back lightly.

"Are you kidding me?? Of course I would remember!! You are my friend!" She punched his shoulder playfully.

"Oww. Thanks again Pasha" he smiled more, letting go of her and rubbing where she had hit him.

As soon as Will thought that he was finally free of any more hugs, Erik attacked him with his own tight embrace.

"Happy birthday My Dearest Pal!!" He was literally lifting him up with his strong hug that it made me giggle.

"Oh Gods! T-Thanks Erik. Sorry but, can you please keep me down now?" He was chuckling in between his words.

"Oh! Sorry!! Got too excited over here haha!!" Erik then let him down gently and grinned at him with a thumbs-up.

"Well. I will not lift you up but-" Julian gently hugs him and kisses both of his cheeks tenderly which made the brunet blush.

"Here. That should be enough for making birthday boy flustered" he smirked at him and winked.

"Gosh Ilya......" William blushed more and looked away. Gosh he looked so adorable that way. Like a kitten receiving the affection that was out of his expectations.

"Come on. Let's cut the cake now. I believe we should not waste any more time. Babe must be hungry you know" I approached William and hugged his arm close while facing the others.

"Oh yeah why not! I will go and bring it" As soon as I heard Erik say it, I quickly grabbed him from the back of his shirt.

"Wynne let me goooooo" he whined as he attempted to get away but I literally had my nails dug onto his fabric.

"I can't, sorry and also not so sorry. Pasha, you go and bring it" I ordered her.

After listening to the quicksand incident that happened with him when he was a kid made me not want to risk it at all.

"Sure! Right on it" Portia nodded and went to get the cake we both had made together for William.

I sighed and finally let Erik go before pushing William to the dining table and settling him down on the chair.

I then gave him a small kiss on the cheek before he giggled and patted my head.

"There there Pipsqueak" He rolled the strands of my hair around his fingers.

"Today is a special day. I gotta spoil you, you know" I whispered in his ear.

"I know Wynne. I won't resist. Don't worry" he lowly purred against me while rubbing his cheek on my nose. It was his natural incorrigible habit to purr like a cat, which I of course didn't mind. I find it rather adorable and arousing.

"Here is the mighty caaaaaaaake~" Portia sung her way through the halls from the kitchen to place it in front of William.

"Oh! It’s a Blueberry cake! How wonderful!!" William exclaimed from joy as his hazel eyes shone from excitement. It aroused a giggle from all of us, because it's very rare to see William so happy like this. But we all were of course glad so.

"Correct Dear. Only for you" I kissed William's cheek again, and this time he kissed me back on the corner of my lips, making me blush.

"Thank you Cornflower. I really appreciate it" he smiled at me.

I in reply just chuckled and bumped my forehead lightly with his as an acceptance of his compliment, which made him purr again.

"Alright you two lovecats, let's not let the candle burn away" Portia laughed.

This made us both snap away from each other and look away, still blushing, while Portia and others continued to laugh at us.

"H-Hey, stop. I missed him!" I pouted, my cheeks were still hot.

"Yeah yeah. I swear if I see you both sleep with each other tonight, I won't be surprised" Pasha joked while shrugging.

"Pasha!!!" Both Will and I yelled from embarrassment. Julian and Erik both wheezed and laughed from our reactions which made us even more flustered.

The fact that they both had started to sing 'Wynne and William sitting on tree' was making me literally lose my shit and want to bury them six feet alive.

"What? I am saying the truth" she smirked and wiggled her eyebrows, especially at me.

"N-No....it's not like that at all" I covered my mouth and let my cheeks have a massive blood rush.

"Y-Yeah.....she is right......We don't do that" William supported my statement, his blush was still on his face.

"Whatever. Now go on and cut the cake. We won't tease you anymore" Portia reassured us and the two boys had stopped laughing like hyenas after hearing her.

"Ugh finally!" I backed away from William to give him some space. Will then took the knife in his hand and as he was about to cut it, Erik interrupted him.

"make a wish first! It's important!" He reminded him.

"U-Ugh but, Erik. It doesn't matter. My wish will never come true. Even on my birthday" William protested.

"But it's a tradition! You cannot just ruin that!!" Erik didn't give up on his justification.

"Ugggggh. Fine" William rolled his eyes before closing them, and taking his time to think for his wish. Erik from satisfaction crossed his arms and smiled in triumph.

And when he was done, he opened his eyes and bent forward to blow the candle. He was about as close as the moon and earth from blowing the fire on the wax stick..........

But then they came..........

"Well how do you do, fellow humans??" The horned creature walked inside the cottage after they literally opened the door without touching it. A cool and fast gush of wind accompanied their menacing and chaotic aura also spreading it everywhere around.

Julian was shivering the whole time as he hugged me close, while Pasha and Erik were indifferent but intimated of their presence.

And William..........

"Q-Quaestor!! Is something wrong??" William stood up and looked at the doctor in front of him.

"Oh there is nothing to worry about My Dear. I just came here to wish my favourite lovely novice a happy being born day!" They had their usual crooked smile on their sharp mouth as they looked directly at William, who was now very red from fluster.

"I-I-I......T-Thank you so much Quaestor. I-It's really a pleasure hearing it from you. And the fact that you came here solely to wish me......it is really making me happy!!" Will beamed.

"Hehehehe! Anything for you My Lovely~ And I even bought a gift for you~" They sang happily.

William gasped from anticipation and I could literally see sparks in his eyes. Gosh he was just so obsessed with them that I could not help but roll my eyes from annoyance and a teeny meeny bit of jealousy.

"Oh gosh I can't wait! Wynne come on. Let's cut the cake and move to the presents fast!" William shook me by my shoulder.

"Ok Ok!! Jeez. Chill out Will! And Valdemar, what the hell took you so long?? I thought I told you to come at the exact time, didn't I?" I placed my hands on my hips and glared at them.

"Oh my apologies Sweetheart. I had some........ business to be taken care of. I didn't know that it would take me a lot of time" Valdemar excused themselves.

"Whatever. Come inside please" I ordered them.

"With pleasure, sweet cheeks" they grinned wider and came inside, the door shutting off with a slam by itself making Julian jump on his feet.

"I better not ask what they were doing this whole time" Ilya talked to himself as he shivered and rubbed his forearms.

"Yare Yare" I rolled my eyes again and sighed.

"Alright everyone! Attention over here! The birthday boy is going to cut his cake!" Erik announced while adding a comical and dramatic tune to it.

"Jesus. Nice try Erik" I giggled between my speech.

"Hehe. Thanks! I had been practicing this for the past week" he rubbed his neck and grinned with a blush while I shook my head, still chuckling.

I then placed my hand gently on William's shoulder to give him some assurance. Will touched my hand with his, gave me a smile, and then looked forward. After he was done wishing, he blew the candle.

Happy birthday to you~

Happy birthday to you~~

Happy birthday to Dear William~~

Happy birthday to you~!!! ❣️❣️❣️❣️

There was nothing but joy and happiness in the room. Even though a literal demon was present at the party, it didn't curtain the delightful ambiance. A big hats off and thanks so much to Valdemar for not putting any crazy shit during the present time and dinner. Honestly.

After the cake had been cut, me and Pasha served everyone a piece. William of course loved it because it was made be none other than me✨. Julian and Erik liked it.......too much, that they demanded for more but I had to deny them because I had to save it for me and Portia. 

And Valdemar did eat some of the cake saying that it was interesting how it tasted sweet and sour and creamy, and that it reminded of the taste of the flesh of an old angry lady they ate years ago.

Hearing this fact, Julian had almost died from choking on a fucking blueberry...........

And Erik almost broke down crying from seeing Jules losing his life because of a small fruit..............

But anyways, after both of them had calmed down. We moved onto the phase William had been bubbling with excitement for the past half an hour. And it was presents.

Erik went first with his present of a carmine red woolen scarf and beanie cap for him. William when wore it looked very cute and handsome in it that I couldn't help but call him Red Riding Hood.

And just like the name, he had really turned red from face after the compliment.........how adorable of him.

Next was Pasha who have him a handmade cat charm which looked like Esther. And also that was the first time I heard William purring the loudest that my heart was running marathons. Was it because it was arousing me a lot or it was hella loud for my eardrums, I will never know.

After that it was me and I gifted him with big baskets of blueberries right from my village. They were grown by me and my father and there were about 8 of such baskets full of love for him.

I am going to be real honest here but a soft spot on my neck was hurting and swollen red from how he had bitten me hard after the party for the berries.

Anyways, moving onto Julian, he had gifted William with brand-new sets of surgical knives. From the shine and the look of it, it was quite expensive-looking. I wonder how did he afford it. But aside that, William was of course delighted from his gift that it urged him to kiss the redhead doctor right on the lips, which turned both of them into cherries and left Pasha and Erik in awe while Valdemar just chuckled.

And me........well I just wanted to erase myself from existence. Nothing new here. hahahaha!!!!

And last but not the least, on no no of course not. How can they ever be the least huh?

Because THIS LITERAL DEATH DEMON GIFTED WILLIAM WITH A FUCKING BEATING LIVE HUMAN HEART!!!!! I DON’T KNOW HOW IN THE WORLD WAS IT POSSIBLE BUT YES WHAT I AM WRITING IS ALL TRUE!!!!!

And guess what.......

He adored it!!!!!!!

Yes......he loved it so much that he it got him meowing from 'orgasm' loudly, scaring the hell out of Julian as always. Ugh was there just for once a time where Ilya wasn't scared?? I bet none!

Anyways, back to the birthday boy, he was so overwhelmed and overjoyed that tears of joy were leaking from his hazel eyes. This of course got me worried to the most but when I got to know that the tears was not of pain and sadness but of happiness, I deadpanned, but make that times thousand plus 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢.

But but but, if we ignore the bizarre parts of the birthday party (which are a lot) for the best boy ever, it was very very enjoyable and memorable. Valdemar had their own type of enjoyment participating in a human's activity, Julian, Pasha, Erik and I were satisfied with our work and effort. And William, the moon of our party, was happy and grateful to all of us. Just what we all wanted. 

Though this party was not the one I had in my expectations and perfect according to me, I will of course never ever forget it. Whether it be the best or the worst thing about it. It would always be in my heart just like how William Hillenberg is. 

Deep inside, safe and too good to be forgettable, 

[thesunshinebunny]

Hi! i just wanted to ask if you could do Erik x flirty!fem!reader? can it be nsfw 😳👉👈 Thank you so much if you do! i love your writing! 💖❤️💕

THANK UUUUUU SO MUUUCH HONEY!!! This kind of comment makes my day. I hope you are taking care of yourself and being safe at home, no matter what part of the world you are from.

Hope you enjoy this, kissessssssssss ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I think I speak for all of us that two flirtatious people are the best combination. An arm caress here, a compliment there, a few kisses on the nape and hands on the hips, slow whispers in the ear and fingers caressing strands of hair.

Erik was fascinated, he felt that he had found his soul mate, an equal, someone like him. He didn’t care about the fact that she was human, he loved her with all his being, shit, he would even love her if she was an angel. And for your, you loved Erik. That love was pure and at the same time passionate, it was vanilla and spicy. And that mix… it showed, much more than you imagined.

James was tired of finding you in some risque situations around the mansion, Sam couldn’t bear to see both of you together so he avoided going into the same room as you, Matthew had to put a huge sign on the kitchen door to prevent you come in and make a “mess” like last time, and Damien … well, he tried to pass unnoticed and walk as fast as possible between one room and the other.

“You look beautiful in that dress, princess” “You should see me without it, I’m sure I’m more beautiful”

“You have very beautiful hands Erik, I wish they were on my hips or … maybe in a more risky place”

“I love seeing you do yoga in the morning princess, seeing how you stretch those tender legs. If you continue like this, I’m going to have to put them in my head “

These are a couple of examples of what the incubros have to live with. But, in the moments when they aren’t around, leaving the mansion alone for the two of you… oh boy, things get wild.

Your lips on Erik’s, his hands on your hips, up and down your back, unable to stay still. Yours under his shirt, savoring his luscious abs. Your nails caressed his smooth skin, generating a growl on his part and his hands being strongly positioned on your butt, each one gripping a cheek as if his life depended on it. You felt him squeeze them, drawing you closer to him, your hands trapped between both bodies, unable to move.

"My dirty little princess, you don’t know where you’ve gotten into”

He picked you up and when you got to your room, he didn’t have the grace to put you down on the sheets slowly. No, he directly threw you on the bed, positioning himself between your legs and attacking your neck with hard kisses.

“Provoking me all day with those shorts, let me tell you, you look very, very, VERY good, but …” his hands went towards the end of the garment, pulling it down with a strong pull “they barely covered your beautiful butt, they should be illegal, even though … I’m not the one to judge princess ”

His hands were now on yours, pinning them above your head. His lips roamed the start of your collarbone, but were stopped by your blouse.

“I think we should do something about this, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t you just shut up and tear my clothes off at once?”

Be careful what you wish for, darling.

Without realizing it, his tendrils had completely destroyed all the clothes you were wearing while keeping your hands immobile. Faced with such a beautiful view of your naked body, Erik shed his clothes, leaving both as equals, skin to skin and a passionate desire surging within both of you.

“You are so beautiful princess, I want to love you, fuck you, eat you, so, so, soooo bad”

For a few seconds, his eyes flashed that distinctive yellow color, a moan rising from your throat. You put your legs together to generate a bit of friction, you needed him to touch you, to penetrate you, to make you his. God, you needed him to fuck you.

“Please, please-“

"Please what princess, use your cute little voice and tell me exactly what you want”

You were so hot from his enthrall it was impossible for you to formulate coherent words in your mind, much less say them out loud. A tendril was placed on your stomach, sliding slightly over it, generating a sweet tingling sensation, which was replaced by a pinch as it slid unto your breast and squeezed hard. You arched your back and your mouth parted slightly to let out a high, shrill groan.

Another tendril made its way to your other breast, circling it and squeezing your nipple less forcefully. Even if you concentrated enough, you could feel another one moving through your leg and end up positioning itself on your clit, without moving, doing absolutely nothing.

“If you don’t talk (y/n), I won’t be able to give you what you want”

You tried to formulate a word, but his tendrils moved at just the right moment, squeezing and slipping through your body. The words got stuck in your mouth and another groan came out. The tendril on your clit began to squeeze slightly, generating that friction that you longed for a few minutes ago. Erik grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Tell me”

A sigh. Then another.

And other.

Until finally

“Please, touch me, love me, break me, breed me, I don’t care, just please …”

The tendril that was on your clit slowly withdrew, making room for Erik’s cock to slid between your legs.

“Please, fuck me”

“As you wish, your higness”

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Jealous Games 18+

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black F!Reader x Erik Stevens

Summary: Based off this prompt from @wawakanda-btch​ 

Warnings: smut, cursing, a bit of violence, more smut, jealousy, and idk what else

Word Count: <2,700

A/N: So, this is the beginning part of the Good Morning and Sunday Mornings series that I started a while ago but it can be read alone... It’s kinda like how they got together. Also, big thanks to @tgigoldie​ for beta reading this for me, you're super amazing and you all should follow and read her writing, it’s amazing 💖

“There she goes again, man,” Erik grumbled towards Sam. He rolled his eyes as he watched you from across the room. You were standing… no, pressed up against him once again. That fucking white boy.

Erik hated him. Not really, he just hated how close you were to him. You always found a reason to touch him whenever he came around, and Erik hated his fucking guts for that.

“Wilson, you better get ya man before I break his fucking neck,” Erik seethed.

Sam watched the scene unfold before him with a smile. He knew Erik wouldn’t actually try to break Bucky’s neck, but it was funny to think about it.

The two men watched as you flirted with Bucky, they watched as you touched his arm, and draped yourself all over him. It. Drove. Them. BONKERS. And Bucky ate that shit up. He constantly twirled one of your long braids between his fingers, and he kept at least one of his hands on you at all times. Erik wanted to break each and every one of Bucky’s fingers every time he touched you.

Erik grumbled again as Bucky moved some of your braids from your shoulder exposing your neck. He watched as Bucky leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear. The shy smile that graced your lips at whatever Bucky said to you nearly caused Erik to storm across the room and drag you out of it, But Sam held him back.

“Patience, Erik,” Sam responded before he took a sip of his drink. “Patience.”

+++

“They haven’t taken their eyes off of you, doll,” Bucky whispered after he had moved your braids from your shoulder. He moved the two of you so that you could see Erik and Sam in your peripheral vision and you smiled.

This game that you and Bucky were playing was a dangerous one and you both knew it, but neither of you cared. You’d had a crush on Erik and Sam for a while now but you could never work up the courage to talk to either of them. And with Bucky being your best friend, he was more than willing to help you get the men of your dreams, even if it meant that he might get jumped.

“Bucky, I think we should cool it with the touching,” you whispered. Your eyes drifted fully on to Sam and Erik as they whispered to each other. You wondered if your constant ‘flirting’ with Bucky was a little too much. Did you blow your chance? Did you ever have a chance? Or had you imagined the whole thing?

Bucky chuckled and you refocused on him. “You know you said that out loud, right?”

You felt your entire body get hot from embarrassment, and Bucky traced his fingers down your arm when you turned back to face him. “Bucky,” you moaned.

“I love it when you moan my name like that, doll,” Bucky mumbled. “Let me hear it again.”

Your eyes bugged at his words. You wondered what had gotten into him, but you had little time to think about it before his lips were on yours. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. You weren’t sure how long the two of you kissed, but it seemed like forever, and even though his lips were soft, you felt… nothing.

“AYE!” a voice boomed around the room and you jumped back out of Bucky’s arms. You attempted to look around for the offending voice, but Bucky held your face in his hands as he smirked at you. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and smiled, “You owe me.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion just before you felt yourself being pulled away from Bucky and tucked into someone's side. Before you could blink, you saw Erik stepping in between you and Bucky, his fist raised as he went to punch Bucky in the face. You cringed and covered your mouth as you watched Erik’s fist connect with Bucky’s jaw. You tried to pull away from the person that was holding onto you, but their grip was strong.

“What the fuck you doin', man?” Erik’s voice bounced off the walls of the room.

You watched in silence as Bucky looked to you with a huge grin on his face. “I had to do something to get you two over here.”

Erik looked between you and Bucky for a few seconds before Sam’s laughter snapped him out of it.

“Do you realize what they did, Erik?” Sam asked from beside you, his grip on you never loosening. “They played us.”

“They played us? The fuck you mean they…” Erik stopped mid-sentence and rubbed his hands over his face. “Do you know how close I was to… nevermind. Don’t do that shit again,” he finished before he turned to you. “Let’s go.”

“Wait… what?” you stammered.

“Let’s. Go.” he repeated slowly.

“What Erik is trying to say,” Sam began with a shake of his head. “Is that we know how you feel about us and we know that you know how we feel about you, so let’s go.”

You looked between the two men before you. This is exactly what you wanted, and you’d be damned if you let it pass you by.

You reached out to Erik and took his hand and turned to Sam and whispered, “I’m ready,” before the three of you headed out the door.

***Six Months Later***

You were annoyed. Neither of your boyfriends were around to cuddle with you, and you were in an extra cuddly mood right now. They were both out with their friends, and they left alone. You had tried watching movies and cuddling with their pillows, but that only made it worse.

You checked your phone hoping that one of them would have texted you or something. But nope, neither of them had made any attempts to contact you.

“What if…” you whispered to yourself as an idea popped into your head. Unlocking your phone, you sent them both a text.

“Since you both left me all alone,” you read aloud as you typed. “I’m going to have a party of my own and neither of you are invited.” After sending the text, you waited a few moments to see who would reply first.

When your notification went off you smirked, then frowned when you read the message.

- Have fun, baby girl. -Erik

Well, that's not what you expected. Hopefully, Sam would take the bait. After a few more moments of waiting, you were notified of another text message.

- Alright, little bit. -Sam

What. The. FUCK!?!?! Neither of them took the bait and it annoyed you even more than you were before. You weren’t in the mood anymore. Maybe you should just go to sleep.

You pouted because you knew that you would never be able to sleep without them, but you were bored. You headed towards your bedroom and climbed into bed before flipping the TV on. As usual, there was nothing on TV, so you settled on a movie that you had seen at least 100 times before you let your mind wander.

“Yeah, I'm at her place,” a deep voice said, pulling you from your sleep. “She’s asl- nevermind, she’s awake. Hey, Little Bit, did you have fun tonight?” Sam asked as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

You pouted and shook your head no.

He chuckled, “No, she didn't have any fun tonight.”

“Who are you talking to?” you asked.

He smirked into the phone, “Yeah, sure.” Sam handed you the phone and walked out of the room towards the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby girl,” Erik's voice rumbled in your ear.

“Erik, did you have fun tonight? I miss you, are you coming home soon?” you asked sitting up in bed.

“Nah, I'm going to be a couple more hours,” he replied.

“Why? you should be here,” you pouted.

He chuckled, “I’ll be there in a few hours, I promise. What did you get into tonight without us?”

“Absolutely nothing,’ you said as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“Where’s Sam?” Erik asked.

“The bathroom, probably about to take a shower.”

“Cool, let me know when he gets back into the room, aight?”

“Ok.” You asked about his friends and what they were getting up too while you waited for Sam to reenter.

A couple of minutes had passed before Sam reentered the room in nothing but his boxers, his usual nighttime attire.

“Hey Sam, Erik wants to talk to you,” you said as you tried to hand the phone to him.

He shook his head ‘no’ and motioned for you to bring the phone back to your ear.

“He said,” you began before Sam gripped your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing, Sam?”

Sam ignored you before smirking and licking his lips.

“Alright baby girl, I want you to listen to me,” Erik said through the phone. “We’re going to play a game and there are only two rules. The first one is that you have to let us know if this becomes too much for you.”

You thought about it for a few seconds before you nodded your head. You trusted them both and you knew they would never hurt you.

Sam shook his head, “We need to hear you say it, y/n.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes - what?” Erik asked.

“Yes, I want to continue. I trust you both,” you clarified before you waited for the second rule.

“And the second one,” Erik paused as if to tease you. “Is, you can’t cum.”

“But-” you began, but a quick slap from Sam quickly cut you off.

“Nope,” Erik voiced. “Consider this payback for your little stunt with that white boy. You let him put his hands all over you, and you let him kiss you.”

Sam tsked as if he knew what Erik was saying. You squinted your eyes, “Wait, you two planned this?”

Sam nodded his head, “Bucky told me about your plan a few days after Erik punched him. You know he’s my best friend; he doesn't keep secrets from me.”

“Payback’s a bitch, baby girl,” Erik’s voice rumbled through the phone as Sam knelt down to pull your panties off before he propped your legs on his shoulder.

Your jaw dropped, “That’s not fair!”

“Never said it would be,” Sam admonished before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You sighed into the phone before Erik spoke up.

“Do you know how it felt watching that white boy touch you, Y/N?” Erik grumbled through his teeth.

Sam gently lapped at your folds as Erik spoke again. “Do you know how many times Sam had to hold me back from beating the shit out of that man? Having to sit back and watch him touch what’s mine, what’s ours, and not be able to do anything; that nearly killed me, y/n.”

You moaned as Sam began to eat you out like a man starved. Erik’s words bounced around in your head, you never thought about how your actions made them feel. You knew he wasn’t really angry with you; he just wanted a reaction, and he was surely getting one.

“Remember our rule, y/n,” Erik continued when he heard your breath quicken, a tell-tell sign that your orgasm was working its way up.

You groaned when Sam’s tongue stopped moving within you. Your hand shot out and held the back of his head in hopes to keep him where he was, but your efforts were pushed aside when he slapped your hand away. You blinked up at him as he smirked down at you before he pushed his boxers down and kicked them away.

“All you had to do was talk to us, baby girl,” Erik continued. “But nah, you had to play your little game. Now, look where that’s got you.”

You huffed and opened your mouth to speak, but Sam slowly slid into you right at that moment and forced your knees up to your ears. But he didn't move, he only moved to pin your free hand above your head. You felt him deep inside of you and you hated that you couldn't touch him.

“I can just picture the position that he has you in,” Erik said. “Your knees up by your ears, I bet you’re dying to touch him, but you can’t, can you?”

You shook your head from side to side and tried to pull your hand from Sam’s grip only for him to laugh, “Don’t drop that phone either.”

“This is what happens when you play games with us, baby girl,” Erik taunted through the phone.

Sam pulled out of you, slowly until only the head of his dick remained inside of you before he thrust fully back inside of you drawing a gasp from you. Even after six months of taking Sam’s dick on the regular, you still were surprised at how well he filled you.

Erik chuckled at your breathy moans, “Damn, baby, you sound so sweet taking his dick. Tell me how it feels.”

You couldn’t form words right now, and you didn’t trust yourself. Sam’s pace was slow but deliberate, he wanted to keep you speechless, he knew what he was doing to you.

“Answer him, y/n,” Sam teased with a swivel of his hips.

Your mouth flung open and you gasped, “It feels- it feels good.” your eyes were screwed shut but you knew Sam was grinning.

“Only ‘good’?” Sam feigned hurt. “Damn, E, I guess I gotta do better for our girl then.”

“I think you hurt Sam’s feelings, y/n,” Erik said, his voice a little strained. “I think you should apologize.”

You nodded and opened your mouth to apologize, but Sam had other plans. He began thrusting into you much faster than before, his hand moved to the base of your throat and the obscene moan that fell from your mouth had both him and Erik groaning at the sound.

“Damn, baby,” Erik said, his voice a bit breathless. “You got me out here dick all out about to nut from the sound of you getting fucked.”

You reached up to Sam and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. “I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it anymore,” you felt tears pricking your eyes and you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“You better not!” both Erik and Sam screamed at the same time. Sam pulled completely out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing, and he began stroking himself at the same pace that he had been fucking you.

You growled and reached for him, but he fixed you with a look that had your hands falling back. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

“Please!” you cried as tears began to fall down your face. You needed that release, craved it, but they were in control and you had agreed to their terms.

Sam reached his free hand out. “Phone,” he said. You shakily handed him the phone and waited. “You got two minutes to get here.” He snapped the phone shut and looked back at you.

“You were going to cum even though we told you not to?” his voice was low and it sent chills down your spine.

“I-” you had nothing to respond with and you jerked when you heard the front door slam shut.

“Y/n, do you want to continue?” Sam asked genuine concern etched onto his face.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, I do.”

“Good,” Erik said from the doorway. “Now let's continue.”

[wheel-of-fish]

By the Numbers: Ben Crawford, Ali Ewoldt, Jay Armstrong Johnson

By the Numbers:  The Ben Crawford/Ali Ewoldt/Jay Armstrong Johnson  Stream, August 22, 2020

[long-awaited submission from Aldebaran; I’m putting it behind a cut]

Oh my gosh, an epic stream deserves an epically long and epically late By the Numbers!  Come with me back in time, all the way back to two weeks ago, which in pandemic days is a month and a half.  Before we were treated to  Giant Ivan and Tiny Tamara in Moscow, there was The Swagger, The Disney Princess and The Bot…

This was a fantastically fun boot to watch as part of a group of enthusiastic Saturday Streamers!  Plusses included an earlier-in-his-run Ben “The Swagger” Crawford as the Phantom, with the spotlight on his booming baritone voice, and Ali “Paris’s Sweetheart” Ewoldt as an enchanting Christine.  And—Jay Armstrong Johnson (we’re pretty sure) as Raoul.  Or some semblance of Raoul.  Something was up with Raoul in this performance and the consensus was there may have been robotics involved. I won’t say more here; the streamers have it covered below and a fantastic set of memes by Onthevirg/faunaproductions caught tons more great moments.   Very very nice filming job by a master who clearly knew the show well and anticipated major moments and character moves in a smooth manner.  Not a bot though.  As far as we know.  And featuring an AIAOY– let’s just say that has to be seen to be believed.    

Some stats on the stats:  An asterisk * indicates a recurring category.  All numbers are accurate except where they are not.  I was tempted last week to resort to making crap up for this recap, but resisted the temptation.  I will occasionally add in a missing letter or two.  If a person’s train of thought is split up, I will ignore intervening commentary and put that thought back on track.  Occasionally, by design or by mischance, a comment or two will be moved slightly out of original chronological order.  Or wildly out of chronological order to cater to a theme.  Or a whim.  Only when it’s funny.  There is also no clean way to say the word “organ” which pops up a lot in this stream. (See what I mean?  It can’t be done.)

*Suggested names for this boot: The Animatronic Boot, The Better Than Cooper Boot, The It’s Alive! Boot, Robot Roll Call Boot (Okay, nobody suggested these.  It was me.  I suggested these)

*Statistician’s Favorite Boot Name:  mechanical hands down, The RaoulBot Boot

*Wow, we like to talk about Phantoms:  It has become clear to me that we like to talk about everybody.  And everything.  Phantoms, Christines, Raouls, Mandalorians.  Here are most of the people mentioned in the stream.  There is no context.  Just like a real stream!!!

John Riddle (9), Gina Beck (8), Ramin (6), Rob Houchen (2), Ethan (1), Eiji (1), Uwe (3), Jordan Craig (2), Sierra (1), Steve Barton (3), David Shannon (2), Norm (14), Earl (1), Cooper (2), Darua (4), Thiago (11), Rachel Barrell (1), Meghan Picerno (2), Cherik (19), Pedro Pascal (1), B*rbour (7), Eva Tavares (4), Ted Keegan (5), Maree Johnson (2), Quentin Oliver Lee (1), Jeremy Hays (1), Ben Jacoby (3), Andrew Keenan Bolger (1), Greg Mills (1), Michael Maliakel (1),  KKA (8),  Jordan Donica (1), Kyle Barisch (8), Andrew Ragone (3), Paul Stanley/Stankey (3), Hannah Gadsby (2)

Residual Stolle Thirst:  Residual Stolle Thirst from the stream a week prior to this one, plus Mr. Stolle’s appearance as Passarino AND the Conductor in this boot resulted in >32 mentions.  There may or may not have been comparisons between his Raoul and this boot’s Raoul.  I certainly wouldn’t put it past us.

Epithets for Ben Crawford:  Ubiquitous mentions of Crawdaddy and The Swagger.  More personalized and clearly personal epithets:  Big Ben—ktarinajones, BENBENBENBEN—whereisthepersian, OH HELLO VOICE—butdreamsofbeauty, my horny bastard and I love him—ktarinajones

Epithets:  reader’s choice as to which Phantom(s) the following apply to (no one in this stream):                                                        Fuckface McGee–therosenpants                                                      Sir Scruffsalot—snows                                                                    Voldemort—Benny-Lynne                                                                  Traschcan–therosentpants

Antici_____pation:

I can’t wait for jay                                                                                I honestly thought they’d slapped a human face on a robot and called it a day—angedelamusique

Let’s all just have fun trying to spy hints of actual emotion in Jay’s Raoul—GlassPrism

Oh there will be memes.  Ben Crawford is a walking meme and there will be a robot on stage—ktarinajones

Oh boy, here we go—GlassPrism

We love a trainwreck:

I love this stream crowd because you all show up for trainwrecks just as enthusiastically as you do for good actors—wheel-of–fish

We love a trainwreck!—butdreamsofbeauty

we’re ready—angelofthelake

trainwrecks are v satisfying—christinegrrl

We’re here with roses, we’re here with rotten fruit, we’re versatile!  A good tirefire is a marshmallow roast–snows

Debut of RaoulBot:  Before the show even began, JAJ’s Raoul had a name:                                                                                       

RaoulBot—ktarinajones at 20:01:33 (historic occasions get timestamps!)                                                                                     

wait they can’t moisten the raoul if he’s a robot, can they?—butdreamsofbeauty

they can oil him—ktarinajones

oil the raoul, perfect—butdreamsofbeauty

He has a silicone exterior—Benny-Lynne

wd-40—wheel-of-fish

How do we know he is waterproof?  Let’s see if he sparks when he hits the Raoul Hole—Aldebaran

Earliest Meme Generation:  Our intrepid memester Virg had material for a meme within 8 minutes 27 seconds of the start of the stream.

Love is in the Air:  There was a lot of love in this stream

Ali Love:  >32

Laird Love:  28

Carlotta Love:  20

Filmer Love: 5

Extreme John Riddle love: 2

when there’s video of John Riddle the filmer can have a kidney if they want—ktarinajones, seconded by christinegrrl

And then there was Jay:

Oh he did a head nod.  Well done.—Bozzleboz

At least Jay doesn’t shoot a policeman—PureAnon

Several head turns in succession there.  Getting ambitious.–Bozzleboz

Illumination!:  Auction Raoul set the tone for the evening to come, and the chandelier seized the moment to shine.

OMG, his jaw moves just like a real person….or a nutcracker—Aldebaran

His batteries are running down.  Maybe they will wire him for the new electricity.—Aldebaran

Robot Raoul is using all the electricity—Aldebaran

That chandelier isn’t rising—Ladyrock18

It’s not rising because they have to unhook the cables that power Raoulbot—DocTy

The chandelier shows more emotions than Jay as Raoul—Maze-zen

Erik made a Raouldoll to add to his collection?—Benny-Lynne

The chandelier shows the full range of human emotions.  That is why it was cast.—haunted-hideaway

The chandelier is more expressive than this Raoul—Carole

The chandelier can actually sing in morse code—DocTy

Meanwhile backstage Raoulbot is recharging in his alcove—Aldebaran

If you listen closely you can hear diesel generators in the background recharging the batteries—DocTy

C’mon guys, he’s solar powered—ktarinajones

is that why he stops working in the dark during AIAOY–christinegrrl

Statistician Aldebaran wonders if she will be able to handle viewing Cherik:

Oh I finally finished the 90’s miniseries!  I have thoughts!—Abberina

Abberina do you have thoughts other than “I hurt, I am in pain”?—snows

@snows the ending was WILD—Abberina

Abberina, I spent the whole day lying and crying after the 90s miniseries, are you allright?—Carole

“Wild”??? How are you still living!  That ending!  Gghh!—snows

Do you need something?  A glass of water?  Therapy?—Carole

My heart hasn’t recovered yet.  And I watched it 4 years ago.–Carole

Christine Who?:  One would think that Christine’s debut in Hannibal would have the streamers’ full attention.  But no.  All eyes were on Raoul in his box.  Or maybe just unpacked from the box he came in.

can it be? can it be a robot?—christinegrrl

can it be chreeeestineeee—butdreamsofbeauty

engage clapping program—Aldebaran

clap beep boop clap clap—angelofthelake

beep boop clapping action beep boop—Jadowdra

EXECUTE EMOTION—missbuster

Stache or cache?:  Once we were beginning to get an idea of the limits of Raoulbot’s programming, we turned our attention to his most character defining feature—the mustache.

omg mustache—MelancholysChild

His mustache is a little full for me.  Oh well.  I guess that’s where he hides his secrets.—haunted-hideaway

wowWWWW—put that boy in a floofy shirt and stick him in the pirates of the caribbean ride at disney, damn—snows

it’s where he hides his processer—therosenpants

haunted he needs something to cry into—ashadeintheshade

That is not a mustache, that is fiber optics—Aldebaran

although he is stiffer than the other robotic pirates—snows

Haunted, his secret is his charger entrance—Carole

You keep your secrets then, Raoul—haunted-hideaway

Autocorrect Follies:

Pinging = Piangi–Bozzleboz

Paul Stankey = Paul Stanley—IamErik771

Ironic Statement is Ironic:

I always forget there’s an elephant–yiks

Cooper finds a role:

[as Buquet appears] oh hey look it’s cooper!—snows                                                                                                                                    finally a role for cooper, buquet all the way—Aldebaran                                                                                                                                ohh wait sorry it’s the other scruffy creepy nasty weirdo—snows

*Best from Onthevirg’s Mom:  “like stolles passarino cooper should always be buquet—it’s a fitting role”

Joseph Buquet job  performance review:

DO YOUR FREAKING JOB BUQUET.  –madamefaust                                                                                                                                I’ll never get over that line “i promise i wasn’t doing my job!!!!!”—butdreamsofbeauty

The Boy Ain’t Right:  Little Lotte made it very apparent that Raoul may have been compromised.

Don’t make fun of him, you guys.  The tiny alien in his head driving his body is doing his best, ok?—haunted-hideaway

li tt le l ott e—tearoses

So….Erik’s looking like an awesome choice right about now…–HerbalPath

Usually i’m r/c  but uh not today—yiks

His hat is just an excuse he’s going to recharge a bit—Carole

That was almost threatening how he said little lotte—Ladyrock18

*Vintage MadameFaust:                                                                   Don’t quote me too much, my knowledge is based on judicious use of Wikipedia;-)

[inspired by Raoul’s Little Lotte performance]                                    CHOCOLATES 

HUMANS LOVE CHOCOLATES                                                                                                                                                                    *Biggest Organ in Paris:  The mirror scene included a thunderous organ accompaniment.  It took me ten minutes to write a non-filthy sentence that conveyed that information while containing the word “organ.”  The Saturday Streamers were fired up!  Except for a certain statistician–

WOAH—therosenpants                                                                    THAT ORGAN—PureAnon                                                                ORGAN—haunted-hideaway                                                              Wow—DocTy                                                                                      ORGAN!—butdreamsofbeauty                                                          did you hear that??????—therosenpants                                          organ—DocTy                                                                                    Orrgannnnn—Xyloghost                                                                    that roused me from Lore Olympus—therosenpants                          ORGAN!—Jawodra                                                                          What’s with the loud organ?—maze-zen                                            organ AWESOME—snows                                                                THE ORGAN WAS PERFECT—whereisthepersian                          I loved it!—MelancholysChild                                                            Is that new? that’s BADASS–snows                                                  Organ <3—Carole                                                                          The organ is loud because Ben is loud—PureAnon                          Erik is playing his pocket organ–Abberina                                        It’s the phantom of the phantom of the opera—wheel-of-fish

Oh God now I have to count Organ mentions (>20) and everyone is going to judge me—Aldebaran

*What scent are the Phantom’s candles:  Previously established in the official “Love That Lair” candle line, in addition to  Vanilla Brown Sugar, Cucumber Melon, Tobacco Spice, Underground Despair, and Hopeless Mist, the newest entry unveiled for this stream was Sepulchral Solitude, a light and airy blend of ennui, nihilism and condensation, perfect for occasional bouts of midnight composing.

*The Phantom’s pillows mentions:  2

obligatory pillow mentions, they are a nice colour scheme–missbuster

Baritone Love Fest:

we! love! a baritone! phantom!—butdreamsofbeauty

Baritones are the best!–PureAnon

Yes!—JacobZ

Yes to baritones.  To whatever they ask.—Aldebaran

baritones are incredible—angelofthelake

I like em big and boomy—Bozzleboz

yes they are—MelancholysChild

The deeper and boomier, the better—PureAnon

*Erik has Skillz:

Okay so Ben just flipped through about six alternate personalities in a single line, and that’s impressive—snows

his voice is like chocolate sauce—Benny-Lynne

His voice is so deep I wanna scuba dive in it—Benny-Lynne

The Swagger at Rest:

Sir must you spread your legs so—snows

snows yes he MUST—ashadeintheshade

nice stance—MelancholysChild

Oo.  Manspreading—Bozzleboz

but like… the good kind–snows                                                       

Sweet Music’s Throne:  Ben’s nascent aggression came out in his organ playing.  The INSTRUMENT!

OMG HIS KNEES This is really funny to me—madamefaust

He is def using his knees a lot—christinegrrl

Oh he’s….trying to play the keyboard—missbuster

He’s putting his back into that organ playing, there—haunted-hideaway

he’s definitely a more aggressive phantom I think—wheel-of-fish

A good squat workout I guess?—christinegrrl

Lift with your knees man—haunted-hideaway

The key to being an organist is all in the lumbar–Jacobz

Ben’s stance remains a source of….let’s call it concern.  Yes, concern:

He’s got good stance—ashadeintheshade

why are his legs SO far apart though—butdreamsofbeauty

because they’re so loooong—missbuster

power stance—MelancholysChild

is he riding an invisible horse?—jadowdra

And, inevitably, boner mentions: 5 (You know who you are.  Good thing, because I was watching Ben.)

The Phantom is pleased to announce:   boner mentions are ummm holding firm

Christine makes questionable choices:

oh she looked down—christinegrrl

she totally looked down and then bolted but let’s be real WHY RUN—snows

Boner-adjacent vocabulary:

Horny and variants (>17)

Lusty (2)

Organ—THE INSTRUMENT!!  (>20)

Christine does not stan a crafty Phantom:

he’s doing so well then he has to bring Barbara into it—Virg’s mom

SEE?  I MADE THIS FOR YOU?

OOPS

THAT DID NOT GO TO PLAN—haunted-hideaway

Strange Ships:  The debut of a long overdue category highlighting all the really random ships that are proposed during a given stream.

Erik/RaoulBot—haunted-hideaway

Andre/Carlotta–????

Barbara/severed Hannibal head—????

Christine/Luigi—ashadeintheshade

Barbara/new and improved sexbot from LND—Onthevirg

RaoulBot/Barbara—DocTy {streamers were split here that Barbara shouldn’t settle versus OTP}

Yes, I know, it’s a great disservice to Barbara but still, maybe they can bond over replacement parts—DocTy

Only in this streams I walk away with either a new favourite actor, a fanfic recommendation and/or a new pairing to ship—Jadowdra

*Education of the Innocent:  Several seminars were held this stream.  First,  a wide ranging and frank discussion of historically accurate ballet rats, pimping and ummm social diseases.  We segued from a dissertation on our own Madame Giry as a probable pimp to the topic of the hierarchy of French Royalty.  These topics heavily featured our resident history buffs therosenpants, angedelamusique, PureAnon and madamefaust, with varying degrees of participation in the pimping and social disease discussions.  Second, a discourse on “the catch” and variations, the catch being allowed in London and not on Broadway due to union rules.  A variant unknown to me, the “half catch” was mentioned.  Third, a sadly eye-opening (for some) discussion of the “horsey dance”:

Look, Norm was directed to do the horsey dance.  Anything is possible on Broadway.—madamefaust

sorry a HORSEY DANCE—butdreamsofbeauty

HORSEY DANCE???—onthevirg

horsey dance…??—angelofthelake

ah yes the ever classic jumping up and galloping horsey dance—madamefaust

It was more of a forceful trot during ‘Order your fine horses’ in Final Lair—madamefaust

faust you can’t just drop that in chat and not explain yikes—butdreamsofbeauty

someone link the gif—andgedelamusique

[fatefully the gif was linked]

thanks, I hate it!—butdreamsofbeauty

OH I thought that was a JOKE, that was REAL?—ashadeintheshade

oh noooo I saw that in like a compilation of funny phantoms and i thought it was a joke oh no—ashadeintheshade

The Horsey Dance claims more victims–Aldebaran

STYDI Sound effects:

[the Phantom collapses]

plorp—wheel-of-fish

plorp—MelancholysChild

Now I want to hear his palms squeak on the ground—madamefaust

I’m Jewish and I don’t approve of this level of ham Curse youuuuu—JacobZ

Prior to Il Muto the organ makes another appearance.  The INSTRUMENT!!!:

Organ boop!—Bozzleboz

Organ again.  Oh God now I said it.—Aldebaran

Aldebaran, you can’t escape the organ.  The Phantom’s organ WILL find you.—PureAnon

this Erik is so extra he took the organist’s place in the orchestra—DocTy

Il Muto Pillow Mentions:  1

Fascinating discussion about which is worse/better, bad actors or boring actors:

It’s the old argument between what’s worse bad or boring—GlassPrism

is it better to burn out or fade away—wheel-of-fish

Is it more fun to watch an Uwe or a Thiago—GlassPrism

Thiago activates my RAGE setting.—madamefaust

AIAOY is never make me watch this again:  Words cannot capture AIAOY.  Nevertheless we tried. Here are selected comments.

EXECUTEEMPATHY2.0—missbuster

Maybe there is a rat driving him by his mustache like in Ratatouille.  Raoultatouille.—missbuster

turn.her.90.degrees—Aldebaran

if she shakes him, I bet we can hear him rattle—DocTy

Raoul.exe has stopped working—christinegrrl

he bluescreened—butdreamsofbeauty

error 404—angelofthelake

can you even play Doom on this Raoul?—Jadowdra

Does he even like her?—madamefaust

He’s just staring into the abyss—angelofthelake

Why did no one tell him that wooing does not involve low-level dread—JacobZ

<10> no more talk of darkness GOTO20—snows

<20> forget these wide eyed fears GOTO30—snows

his wooing program has bugs–Aldebaran

YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN MY ARCH-ENEMY THIAGO–madamefaust

are they actually kissing?—madamefaust

now you must place your face upon her face and remain still—butdreamsofbeauty

this is depressing—virg’s lil sister

It’s more fun to suffer as a group—wheel-of-fish

Prevailing Theory:

The Phantom clearly switched Raoul with a mannequin—Maze-zen

Fondly Remembering Christian Lund during this AIAOY:  4

Fondly Remembering  “the Boop” during this AIAOY: 5

*Requests for AIAOY Kiss replay:  0

Priorities Straight:  Host Fish caller for dog pictures on her blog during the stream, resulting in the following mentions

Dogs (35, may need to be adjusted as one of Flora’s dogs is large enough to count as two), Goats (6), Cats (9), Rabbits (5), Chickens (3) Regular non-Cherik deer (1) Pig (1) Cherik deer (9)            actual human children (1)

The Masquerade, or as some wags had it due to the mannequins on the staircase, the de Chagny family reunion:

Let’s see the robot try to dance—katarinajones

dance.exe—whereisthepersian

dance.exe failed to start—phantomofthebasement

He is going as a robot to the masquerade–Aldebaran

People gonna trip over his charging cable—whereisthepersian

Relief is the wrong emotion to feel when the Red Death arrives:

Why at a costume party is everyone afraid of a costumed man?  How do they know to be scared?  Do they hear the background music?—JacobZ

It’s his authoritative stance—madamefaust

Christine’s reaction maybe?—ktarinajones

I think they’re afraid he’s going to drop another chandelier on them.  Which, valid.—madamefaust

They saw the bead work.  They know who it is.—haunted-hideaway

*Sad comment is sad:  commenting on the ornate bow on the score for Don Juan Triumphant

He wraps it up like the present he never received.—haunted-hideaway

*Fathering Gaze lyric: 1

*That staff tho:    

“I’m going to a graveyard.  I should take my shooty stick with the skull on it!”—haunted-hideaway

We passed the Point of No Return long ago.  From the auction, in fact:

his accent, lol–ashadeintheshade 

Accent—Bozzleboz

itsa me…—Aldebaran

ITSA HIM—madamefaust

I hate you all—wheel-of-fish

And Ben plays videogames backstage.  His inspiration is literally Super Mario.—madamefaust

That was some nice cup stroking—GlassPrism                   

The Raoul Hole holds no dangers for Raoulbot:

Oh no he’s going to rust and shut down in the lake—wheel-of-fish

They spray him down and moisten him before he jumps in, otherwise he’ll just float on top—haunted-hideaway

Raoul’s wifi is down once more:

Is the boat stuck?  Oh, there it goes—madamefaust

The radio signals running Raoul confused the boat—Aldebaran

The organ makes a return in Down Once More:  The INSTRUMENT!!!!:  2

Veil Fluff Mentions: 2

he didn’t fluff the veil—ashadeintheshade

I like the veil fluff–ashadeintheshade

Veil Yeet Mentions: 11

The Kiss.  An actual human kiss, unlike AIAOY:

ohhh he bends into the kiss—Aldebaran

Aw he’s TRYING to figure out how to kiss—Flora-Gray

He done touched a lady.—haunted-hideaway

That was a good kiss—Abberina

Bozzleboz breaks me, as the Phantom approaches hanging Raoul with a candle:

I burn him now, yes?–Bozzleboz

The Phantom breaks us:

oh god.  He just broke me.—Bozzleboz

ohhhh poor angel—Aldebaran

aw erik :(–angeloflake

he’s so resigned:(–Benny-Lynne

we love an exhausted depressed sewer man—butdreamsofbeauty

This Phantom survives just so he can go disassemble Raoul—Aldebaran

Looks Like We Made It:

Time to go plug Raoulbot in for the night—angelofthelake

Performance Comparisons for Raoul/Career Suggestions for Raoul, You Decide:

Nutcracker—Aldebaran

Mannequin Bride—coroaline

Tin Man—christinegrrl, yiks

Edward Scissorhands—GlassPrism

Calculon from Futurama—IamErik771

C3PO—wheel-of-fish

Automaton—ktarinajones

Dalek–missbuster

Cardboard Cutout—haunted-hideaway

Hat Stand–Bozzleboz

*Things I wish I had said:            

Christine in Final Lair:  She has to go put Raoul in a bag of rice but she’ll be back—Benny-Lynne

*Statistician Aldebaran’s two favorite personal quotes:  

little known fact, the red scarf is actually a fanbelt from Raoulbot

19 years on the score, 1 year on the bow

Phew!  See you shortly with the By the Numbers of Moscow from LAST week!!!  Aldebaran