#after erik apologizes a lil

[vvividlyy]

i have a hc that in the beginning of days of future past when Erik is expressing doubts about their past selves being able to work through things and Charles is like, "no it'll be okay" that it's because Erik can't really understand how Charles could have forgiven him back then but Charles knows he's always loved Erik and would have jumped to reconcile had he been given the chance

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

Saying my piece on the shaw pack situation that no one asked for.

Now ive seen both sides of the same situation. and

yea-

1.) Yes shaw pack fluff does do well on eriks channel you cant deny that way more than plot does

in my opinion the most wolfie stuff we got from the all of was from in the beginning of darlin and sam or when milo had trouble shifting and bridged with sweetheart to know its possible and then did it

2.) yess it is kind of disappointing to see a werewolf boyfriend and not getting much yk w o l f most if not 98% of their videos are normal things that anyone could do- if you didnt title the video with werewolf boyfriend we’d probably never know

now for my added piece i agree with both sides

obviously everyone loves a lil fluff now and again

anr everyone loves a lil wolf fluff

i really like how wolf asher got added for a snippet in his first video . it was nice to see asher shifts to avoid the pizza GUY( im hilarious)

and to scare the fuck out of him

and after that we havent heard anything else’s about it except for the fact asher hasnt done it in a while.

lil wolf lil fluff

i think!!! if it was more blended in that way i think it would

be more to script

cause like theres a few ideas you can think of that could be an audio that involves the fact that the shaw pack

IS THE SHAW PACK.

like idk sam having a wolf jumping him at the door

sweet heart getting wolf cuddles

shit maybe you even a group one

maybe during the winter solstice even usually when we hear those it sounds like every other party

which obviously i believe it would be very hard for erik to add in a more than a dozen wolfs going out for a run

to sum this all up

i believe it would be better if the thing that does the best on the channel (fluff) was mixed more with the plot of these peoples roles or characteristics

ifff i did get anything i do deeply apologize

-🦭

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[raynnawrites]

New Start {14}

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x POC!Reader

“How far along am I?” you asked your gynecologist, Dr. Ridley. She looked at the monitor, moving the transducer around your belly, gently.

“It appears that you're two days close to 7 weeks. But everything seems healthy and normal. By what you’ve told me, your diet isn’t as bad either so, you have a high chance of a smooth, healthy pregnancy!” she happily announced.

You were happy as well, relieved to know that the baby, so far, didn’t have any signs of health complications. But the thought of Erik finding out chilled you to your core. You hadn’t even gotten married yet.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” Dr. Ridley asked, seeing you staring off.

“Y-Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just thinking about this “future” journey.” you lied, giving a small smile.

“Ah, that’s completely normal! When I was expecting my first, I was just like you,” she began, “young, sweet and excited. Even my husband stared off into space thinkin’ about our future child.”

Dr. Ridley cleaned the gel softly and you couldn’t help but to think of a million different questions.

“How did you tell him?” you asked, “I-If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

Dr. Ridley only sat in her chair and fixed her glasses. A happy sigh leaving her.

“Well, I was scared as hell. I lost sleep over it, I didn’t eat, I jumped over any little thing until I realized somethin’. If he loves me, why couldn’t he accept our child?” she spoke, as you offered a small smile once again. “After all, it was our creation. A lil’ extension of us.”

“When did you start showing?”

“With my first? I started showin’ at 16 weeks! But with my second and third I started to show at 10 maybe 9.”

You sighed and covered your belly.

“When do you think I’ll show?” you asked shyly.

“Is this your first?” Dr. Ridley asked, grabbing her clipboard. You nodded.

“Well then… with most pregnancies, at least, you begin to show at 12 to 16 weeks. But!”

You raised your brows.

“Do not use strength. It’s early, but still. No strength, no running and no alcohol! Especially hot water. Hot like jacuzzis and anything similar.”

Paying and bidding goodbye, you walked out of the office to your car, driving back home. You sighed and prayed Erik wouldn’t figure this out.

You still had time before you started to show. You could do this.

Once back home, Kai was with T’Challa and Erik was out. Thankfully.

As quick as you were allowed, you hid the papers and any evidence of your secret pregnancy.

One thing Erik knew for sure. Your morning sickness. Erik was no stranger to pregnancy symptoms. After all, he was married and went through the whole process, from pregnancy to childbirth.

Which only made your distress worsen.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, starling you from your thoughts. Making sure the papers weren’t easily spotted, you walked downstairs and checked through the door’s peephole. You sighed in relief.

“T’Challa!” you greeted, smiling softly.

T’Challa smiled in return and hugged you.

“Hello, Y/N. It is nice to see you again,” he greeted.

“Where’s Kai?” you asked, looking outside and into his car. His windshields were too dark, meaning you couldn’t see into his car. You closed the door after your soon-to-be brother-in-law entered your home.

“He is with Shuri, do not worry.” he replied, “I apologize I did not call ahead. N’Jadaka told me to come ahead here and have Shuri bring Kai later,” he explained as your worry ceased.

“No, no, don’t you worry. If Erik gave the okay, then it’s completely fine! Besides, I know Shuri takes good care of Kai.” you replied, seeing him nod and smile.

Shuri and Kai were hurricanes.

“Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer? Wine…?” you asked, seeing his shy smile, “some wine, please.” T’Challa replied, making you smile. He loved red wine. But he couldn’t get drunk or even tipsy… you didn’t know that.

You grabbed his glass and poured the decent amount, placing the wine bottle back into its storage and carefully, you walked over the couch, giving T’Challa his glass.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

As T’Challa took his first sip, he sighed, content. He really did love his wine.

“Now, how you’ve been? I ain’t see you in a while,” you asked T’Challa as he sighed and placed his glass on the coffee table.

“Everything has been going well, thank goodness. Work has been chaotic but they are just some minor issues, nothing too serious.” T’Challa spoke softly as you nodded and continued to listen.

“N’Jadaka has been calmer than usual as well. Usually, whenever they call me from the office it is because he broke another table.”

You chuckled.

“But, thanks to you, he has reduced the property damage.”

“I’m always happy to help!”

As you kept speaking and joking around, T’Challa had picked up on another scent. One that was oddly familiar.

“No… that cannot be. I must be mistaken.” he thought.

The scent was a light and easy one, but it was there and it was coming from you.

Baby…

Baby? A fetus?

Is she... pregnant…? T’Challa thought again.

“Can I refill your glass?” you asked T’Challa as he nodded, “thank you so much, Y/N.”

“Not a problem!”

When you stood, T’Challa took advantage. As quick as he could, he shoved his hand into his pocket and took out one of the Kimoyo beads from their magnetic orbit and scanned you, allowing a short X-ray of your system.

He bit his tongue to avoid the loud gasp he would’ve given, but quickly turned off the bead and shoved it in his pant’s pocket.

You were pregnant. Did Erik know? Did you know?

With Erik still running errands and Kai napping, he had more than enough time. When you returned with his glass, he thanked you with a smile and placed his class on the coffee table again, taking a deep breath.

“Y/N… I-I know it is not my place or business to ask, but… a-are you pregnant?” T’Challa asked, taking you aback.

How does he know?!

“What? N-No! No, I’m not pregnant, T’Challa.” you replied, trying to give the most convincing tone and face you could.

“Are you sure?” T’Challa asked you again, knowing the truth and smelling the lie, “y-yes! Yes, I’m sure!” you replied hesitantly. T’Challa gave you an “are you kidding me look”, making you sigh in defeat.

“How do you know?” you asked, seeing him soften his eyes.

“I… I saw a document fly out of your coat when you opened the door. I apologize, I know it is none of my business but it was face up…” he lied.

“No, it’s okay…”

“Does N’Jadaka know?”

“No. And he can’t know. We haven’t even gotten married yet… he can’t.” you replied, seeing T’Challa nod.

“He will love you no less, you know.”

You gave T’Challa a confused glare.

“If you tell him you are pregnant, before you marry, he will still love you. I am sure of it.” T’Challa repeated, softening his eyes. You only shook your head.

“How do you know?” you asked T’Challa, “how do you know he won’t think I cheated or anything like that?”, T’Challa only chuckled softly.

“Y/N, I know my brother well. Better than most actually. I know for a fact that no matter what he will love you. As will Kai. They will both still love you,” he spoke as you sighed and crossed your legs.

“I don’t know, T’Challa… I-”, you both turned your head toward the door. A car’s door was heard.

“Your secret is safe with me, Y/N. Do not worry.” T’Challa whispered as you nodded and offered a small smile, seeing him go to the kitchen.

Then, a knock was heard.

“Mama!”

You smiled. Softly, you stood and walked over to the door, checking, only to see Kai and Shuri, both wearing matching outfits.

Opening the door, Shuri greeted you with a hug. You hugged back and then felt little hands trying to reach up.

“If it ain’t the King of Drip?” you teased, holding Kai’s hand while you closed the door. Kai laughed.

“Aunt Shuri says I’m the prince of drip!” he replied, hearing Shuri humming in agreement.

T’Challa had refilled his glass and sat back down, watching Kai walk over to him.

“What’s that uncle T?” the curious child asked, pointing to the glass.

“This, my little jaguar, is a special drink only adults can consume!” T’Challa replied, picking him up after setting the glass on the coffee table, setting him in his lap.

“Awww… I can’t have some?” he asked, “really Mama?”.

You’re heart melted. “No Kai, not yet.”

While you all spoke and joked around, Erik returned. Thankfully, he was just running some errands, meaning he wasn’t exhausted.

“Hey, babygirl.” Erik greeted you with a kiss. After the kiss, you smiled at him.

“Wassup T? You good?”, T’Challa chuckled and greeted Erik with their handshake.

“What’s good ashy?” Erik teased, going to Shuri and seeing her smack her lips and slap his arm.

“Y/N, I ain’t never tell you about this ashy bitch?” Erik asked you, making you chuckle and shrug.

“Ahhh, allow me!” T’Challa spoke up as Shuri only groaned and growled, “don’t you dare, T’Challa!” she yelled.

Kai only clapped and laughed along, “tell Mama uncle T’Challa! Tell her!”

“No! Kai don’t you betray your Aunt! It is unfair!” Shuri cried again.

You laughed with them. Erik washed his face and his hands, coming back to the living room.

He grabbed Kai and sat next to you on the couch across the one T’Challa sat at.

“This was only three years ago…. we were out and about, when Shuri suddenly pulled up her jumpsuit’s leg. All we saw was white… almost as if a colonizer took a hold of her leg!” T’Challa cackled, as well as Erik.

Seeing Shuri’s face, you tried your best to hide your laugh.

“When we got back, this lil’ ashy girl bathed in lotion and shea butter.” Erik added as he chuckled now.

“I will get you for this. Trust me.” Shuri growled, “oh lighten up, usisi omncinci. We have all had our moments… especially you.” T’Challa smiled.

Laughter and stories continued to flow until nighttime set upon you. T’Challa and Shuri said their goodbyes and went back to their home. Kai was bathed and changed into his favorite pajamas, soon after falling asleep and being tucked in by his father.

You and Erik had also showered and changed, laying in bed.

“Shit, baby. I ain’t seen you all day.” Erik spoke, holding you close. You smiled.

“It’s okay, E. I know you were busy.”

“Yeah but still, I didn’t even have the chance to call you or nothin’. I don’t like to do that shit.”

Kissing his forehead, you wrapped your smaller arms around him and kept him close, feeling his bigger arms wrap around you as well.

“Don’t worry. Tomorrow you’ll be able to stay and rest. I’mma take Kai to school and after that, we do whatever you want. Okay?” you proposed, hearing him hum.

“Sounds good, babygirl. But tomorrow, I’mma have a lil’ talk with you. A’ight? And no, it ain’t bullshit.” your fiancé told you, making your heart suddenly beat a little faster.

“Okay, babe. ‘Night.”

“‘Night, babygirl.”

You turned around, allowing him to spoon you, only to lay awake for the next hour, thinking…

What could Erik want to talk about?

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Translations:

usisi omncinci: little sister

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[134340am]

Hello Yuna!!! It's the Animal Crossing anon from yesterday! I'm so sorry I'm answering so late, but yes, I'd love to talk about Animal Crossing with you!!!

Isn't Bones the sweetest? I love his lil patch near his eye, and he has cute pink paws in New Horizons <3 And I also love his house because I love books!!! He's also my favorite villager personality type (lazy!), which means he loves to sleep and eat, so I give him new furniture and fish and fruit all the time. I have him in New Leaf, and he's the first villager I got a photo from, so we're besties! He also gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day <3 He's such a BABY, I don't have him in New Horizons yet but one day he will come home :(

My other two favorite villagers are Tangy and Jitters! Tangy was my best friend in my very first City Folk town, so she's also very important to me. Also, I just love her design! The cat, wolf, deer, and dog villagers are all elite. Jitters is not very popular because he looks like he's hyped up on caffeine or some other drug (look at the bags under his eyes, RIP), so a lot of people think he's ugly :( But he was one of my starter villagers in a bunch of my towns over the years, so I'm very attached to him and think he's really cute!

Other villagers I really love are Shino (ofc), Cherry (I LOVE her whole aesthetic), Apollo (goth dad number one), Roscoe (goth dad number two), Erik (another lazy baby), Aurora (penguins <3), Coco (I LOVE HER DESIGN AND SHE'S SO SWEET), Bruce (rockstar grandpa), Freya (she's pretty!), and Bam (he has lil freckles!) There's also this nerdy duck named Derwin that I am attached to because he looks so geeky, hehe.

I also love Gonzo (I LOVE the cranky villagers), Pashmina, and Lobo!!! You have great taste! I know Maple is really sweet and cute in theory but she was rude to me in my City Folk game when I was trying to get her a shirt, so I have a dumb grudge against her, lol. But yeah, I love Animal Crossing so much!!! <3

my lovely anon i’m so sorry for late reply! i wanted to reply to you last night but i fell asleep after posting my akaashi drabble, and work was crazy busy today so this ask slipped my mind 😭 i am so very sorry! (putting my reply below the cut because it gets kinda long)

first off, 🥯 a little bagel for you as an apology LOL

second, yes!!! bones’ house is super sick, i remodeled one of the my rooms to look like an office because i got inspired by him :*) i just looked up his house on new leaf and it’s adorable too, so colourful n bright hehe. if i ever find him on a mystery island i’ll bring him home for you 🤞🏻 lazy villagers are the best, they’re all sweet and sleepy and snacky ;; i can’t bear to let them leave most of the time so i’ll end up with like 3 lazy villagers on my island and 0 jocks LOL

oh tangy is so adorable! a literal orange cat <3 i love the little leaf on her head too. and i just looked up jitters — poor baby looks like he needs a good nap and a big hug! honestly i don’t think he’s ugly at all and his house is super sick 🤩 i’m attached to my ‘ugly’ villagers too lol i won’t let jeremiah leave he’s my baby now

sounds like you’ve played many many ac games, anon! 🥺 new horizons is my first ever ac game and i love it dearly, but i expect the jump from new leaf to new horizons (quality and variety wise) must’ve been a real treat for you og players <3 i’m envious, i wish i played animal crossing growing up because i bet it’d have made me a lot more happy hehe

omg we have a lot in common when we come to villagers! i used to have aurora and freya on my old island and i’m looking for erik and bam because i love the deer villagers 🥺♥️ i love all the cranky villagers they’re just grumpy old men with a soft spot (kinda reminds me of characters like… levi, aizawa, etc) and all of them r so precious to me <3 coco is so pretty! and i just searched up derwin and he’s so cute HE HAS GLASSES!!! AHHHH!!!!

and i don’t blame you for holding a grudge against certain villagers lol the dialogue can be WILD sometimes especially in the older games (or so i heard) 🤣

thank you for talking to me about ac hehe this game helped me through the pandemic and i still play it lots—it’s my comfort game that i like to sit down with at the end of a long school/work day :*) and i love that it has comforted many other people like me too!

i love you anon and sorry again for late reply! i appreciate you and your ask lots <3 mwah

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Warnings: Smut, fluff, quarantine bae

This is a short imagine, Enjoy!

“Goodmorning!!”

Y/N walks into the Physical Therapy office with a glow that could put the sun to shame and a bright white smile that lit up her face like Christmas lights. She sanitized her hands at the front desk before walking further into the office, saying Goodmorning to Miss Kim who usually doesn’t speak but Y/N’s chipper attitude must have rubbed off on her. Y/N looks up and notices a sign posted on the desk window saying:

Please Wash Your Hands Before Checking In For Your Appointment!

“Let’s see if our patients actually abide by that today,” Y/N was thankful that the place was empty for now. All of the exam room curtains were drawn and the exercise equipment sat neatly in a corner. Y/N made it to the check in desk for appointments, walking around and dropping her purse on the empty chair beside her. Humming, Y/N takes off her windbreaker jacket, fluffing out her braid-out. She has on a scrub set with flowers on the top in pretty spring colors.

Y/N jumps straight into work, placing the clipboard for signing in at the top of the desk. There were medical files for the patients that were scheduled to come in today neatly piled in front of her. They were expecting at least 20 people. Some came for therapy because of a motor vehicle accident, others because of work related injuries. Sanitizing again, Y/N takes her seat, sighing because her legs felt like jello and her ankles reminded her of Bambi taking his first steps.

The reason for her happiness and muscle spasms is because of her man; Erik. Being home for the past two weeks meant two times the dick she was already receiving. She woke up with an attitude because he left the toilet seat up and basically used up all of her exfoliating scrub that she used for her pum-pum. In the middle of his snoring, Y/N barged back into the room, water dripping from her brown skin with her shower cap on her head. She picked up her pillow and started beating Erik out of his sleep....

Hour and a half ago:

“Get yo’ ass up!” Y/N yelled like a mad women while beating Erik with her pillow, “GET UP!”

Erik simply rolled over on his belly. All she could see now was his durag and muscular back.

“You think I’m playing,” Y/N yanked the covers from his body exposing his Under Armour briefs in navy blue. Y/N starts whipping Erik’s ass with her tiny hand. Erik’s hips start swiveling from side to side. He grunts angrily, his hand coming up and behind him to roughly smack her hand away.

“Erik GET UP! Why did you use up half of my exfoliating scrub?! I just bought this stuff and it ain’t cheap!”

“Girl...you waking me up out of my sleep because of some scrub?” Erik flips his body over to lay on his back. Rubbing his eyes, Erik mumbles to himself before completely sitting up. Bags under his eyes and a scowl on his face, Erik shakes his head at her, using all of his restraint to not grab Y/N up off her feet.

“That scrub, I spent my money on. I have to go to work I’m already frustrated that they have these offices open with this virus going around and here you go pissing me off further,” Y/N throws her hands up, ready to walk away but then she remembered the toilet seat, “And another thing, what’s your problem with closing the toilet? I don’t want my ass falling in the toilet, Erik.”

“Did you close it?” He asks with a glint in his eyes and a groggy voice.

“Yes, I did, what’s your point?”

“Then it shouldn’t be a big deal. You went pee-pee, get over it,” Erik fell back in bed, bringing the covers to his chin, “All loud for nothing I’m TIRED. Take that noise somewhere else.”

“Fucking asshole,” Y/N lifts her leg to the bed, kicking Erik hard. Erik sat up again, his pectorals jumping and his biceps flexed and ready to attack. Y/N stood her ground, unbothered with Erik’s wrathful expression.

“Kick me again. Gon’ head...”

“Erik, I don’t have time for this-“

“Oh, no, you do. The time you spent in here yelling at me your shower could have been finished. Just hurry up and get the fuck outta here so I can sleep.”

“Just know, I’m not making that baked Mac and cheese for you tonight!”

“You’re so simple acting! Damn,” Erik covers his head with a pillow. Things were silent for only two seconds before Erik removes the pillow from his face, sitting up in bed again. Fuming, Erik kicks the covers from his body like a child having a temper tantrum, getting out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom.

“See, look what you did, girl! Now I gotta piss!” Hot-tempered, Erik lifts the toilet seat Damn near breaking it, “I should take a shit too have this whole bathroom lit up while you’re in there!”

“Erik, DONT play with me. I don’t need to be smelling your toxic fumes,” Y/N was in the middle of cleaning her pussy, “Wait a minute...”

Y/N pulls the shower curtain back, peeking her head out with a disgusted look on her face. Erik simply laughs, a good hearty laugh with his hand clutching his chest.

“Did you just fart?” Y/N says while cover her nose.

“Duh, I ain’t shit on myself,” Erik flushes the toilet, going to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth, “finish washing up, funky butt.”

“I’m not the one with the funky ass, smelling like you ate a whole can of beans-“

“Aight, then scoot over I’m coming in-“

“NO!” Y/N shouts, “No, I don’t want you in here I’m still pissed with you.”

“Girl, get over that shit,” Erik takes off his briefs, “I’m getting in there fuck you talking bout.”

“UGHHH,” Y/N rinses her body off, trying to ignore Erik’s rock hard body pressed against hers.

Of course, Erik couldn’t help himself when his hand came down to smack Y/N’s ass, “Get loud on me again and ima fuck you up.”

“Erik move back and take a shower,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “When you going back to work?”

Erik howled, his laugh so loud in Y/N’s war she clinched.

“I’m getting on your nerves that much, Damn...you wasn’t saying all of that when I fucked you all those times.”

“I know, I’m still questioning my morals-“

“Then as soon as I do go back to work you’ll start acting up again apologizing in my ear about why you’re acting the way you are,” Erik leans down to speak into Y/N’s ear, “I’m sorry baby, I just miss the dick,” He says trying to mock her voice.

Y/N stood quiet, no response because she knew he was right. She wanted to be mad at him so much but that’s her baby. Erik smiles evilly at her reaching down to grab her chin, turning her head in an uncomfortable position since her back was turned to him.

“You dont acting up?”

“But I was never-“

“You done?” Erik repeats himself.

“.....yeah.”

“Pass me my soap...get in that bedroom and arch your back I want some pussy.”

“Babe,” Y/N says with a pout.

“Take your lil ass in there!”

“Okay but why are you yelling?” Y/N was ready to give him more attitude but she changed her mind at high-speed when she saw the fiery look in his eyes. Y/N left the shower, not even bothering to dry off. She arched her body on the edge of the bed, little booty tooted in the air, cool air on her pussy.

“This nigga is about to destroy my whole body,” Y/N says to herself, waiting patiently with her chin resting on her folded arms, eyes studying the pattern of the sheets on their bed. Y/N couldn’t complain, she finally got Erik to be consistent after dealing with his “I don’t do relationships” mess. Consistency will get Y/N to give her pussy up whenever he said so. Consistency will get his dick sucked like it was dipped in chocolate.

Just when Y/N was daydreaming, the feeling of her pussy being licked from the back down knocked her senseless. Erik was enjoying his meal while jerking his dick. His noxious tongue thrashing almost stroked Y/N unconscious. He was eating her like he hadn’t eaten all quarantine. His belly would be gratefully filled with her syrupy essence.

Erik squeezes Y/N’s smaller yet round booty, before spitting on her pussy from the back, leaning back to admire his canvas, “I plan on smashing these lil cakes to smitherines, girl,” Erik went back to licking her up.

“Aight, bae, you gotta stop,” Y/N couldn’t handle his tongue so early in the morning. Her thighs started to close but Erik held them open while using the strength of his neck to eat her pussy.

Y/N’s hand found the top of Erik’s head. She mushes him away, her body slacken. Erik hit her ass for moving his head away, “Ima give you a nasty ass slow kiss when I’m finished so you can taste how good this pussy taste...don’t mush me again, Y/N.”

“Fuck!” Y/N didn’t listen, her body twisting and her hand swiping the air. Erik was purposefully scooting his head away while torturing her clit with his sucking.

“Okay, ZADDY SHIT!” Y/N tried to stay still but the way he was slurping all over her pussy made that unfeasible, “SHIT! I wanna tap out...”

“Uh-uh,” Erik wasn’t letting go.

“Okay...okay...fuckkkkkkkk...let go of my clit MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! GODDD!!!!”

Y/N started shaking, crying, squealing. Erik’s hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her in place so he could continue sucking the life out of her clit. When she was finished feeding Erik her cum, Erik’s wet face reappears.

“Got you out of your lil mood, didn’t I?” Erik and his hard ten inches were ready to impale Y/N’s dripping cunt, “Come on girl, toot that ass up I’m tryna get in there.”

“Daddy just shut up and fuck me now because I know I’m not gonna be able to walk after this-“

“Then toot that motherfucking ass UP. You know the drill, get in position.”

Y/N arched her back more, breathing slow as she waited with anticipation. Erik didn’t warn her when he was about to stuff his dick inside of her pussy when he was trying to punish her. Squeezing her hands into fists, Y/N waited as her pussy convulsed.

“Babe-“

Erik purposely waited for her to speak so that he could put all of him inside of her. Y/N’s entire body crawled away from him, his dick leaving her pussy. Erik grabbed her ankles, pulling her back with force. Y/N was slapping Erik’s hands away but he was stronger. Each time she tried to crawl away Erik would drag her back like she was a damn doll.

“Where you going? Don’t run,” Erik held Y/N’s hips in place his dick back inside of her pussy like it never left. Maybe it was because it was early in the morning but she couldn’t take his back shots. His dick was constantly stroking her G spot and he was so deep that Y/N could feel it in her chest. Y/N was talking mad shit so now Erik had to show out in her pussy. Erik was beating up Y/N’s pussy. Long, hard, and deep strokes. Erik leans forward, one of his hands on her head while his hips stroked her pussy at a tempo Y/N knew was meant for her to be made an example of.

“Okay,” Y/N felt herself read to cum already. Erik’s hand on her head to hold her in place was so deathly Y/N kept her mouth shut the rest of the time. Her lips trembled and her eyes leaves hot tears from the way he bruised her G spot.

“Stay crying for big dick but wanna run from it,” Erik says calling her out, “You don’t get to run this is what you ask for.”

Y/N wanted to say she didn’t ask for this but her body was saying other wise. The intensity of the sensation was so overwhelming she didn’t care that he ordered her to arch her back. Now, her pussy was creaming. Erik was juicing her peach. She felt the wettest out of all the times they had sex. Maybe it was because he was the angriest he’s ever been. Maybe Y/N should act like a brat or a bitch more for him to fuck her like this.

“Lil booty freak taking Daddy beating this nut deep inside your pussy from the back...laying there letting Daddy take this pussy...Lil ass like it when Daddy bring this pussy back hard on this dick, huh?”

“Oh my God-“

“Just keep still while I drill this nut deep...fuckkkkkk...I can see now yo’ ass Gon’ end up with a baby growing in you with all this fucking. Can’t even count how many times my nut been up in this tight ass pussy.”

“Daddy, oh my God-“

“I don’t care either I’m nutting all in this pussy-“

“Unh, shittttt...fuck me!”

“I got you-“

“Take this sweet little pussy-“

“I’m taking my sweet little pussy”

Y/N screamed.

“Got that pussy hitting right with that ass matching these strokes...ahhhh fuck, hold still I’m about to nut....

“Wassup itty-bitty!”

Y/N sat up nice and tall after being brought out of her daydream. Clarence, one of the other Physical Therapists was nibbling on an orange while standing next to her. He peeked over her shoulder, seeing if she was occupied with something since he called her like five times.

“You Aight over here?”

“...yeah,” Y/N looked over the desk to find two patients waiting to be seen, “Did they just come in?”

“Yeah, a little after I did.”

Y/N noticed both patients. One was a middle aged women who was involved in a pedestrian accident with a car. She was jogging when a car backed up and hit her. The other patient was a young women around early 20’s who had severe back pains from a bus accident.

“I like your scrubs,” Clarence says while studying the floral patterns.

“Thanks,” Y/N gives Clarence a smile. Clarence smiles back, sure to show off his dimples just like her man except Clarence doesn’t have deep dimples. He’s 6’0, and from Ghana. All of the ladies loved Clarence. Y/N knew that he was feeling her even when she told him on multiple occasions that she has a man. His persistence wouldn’t let up.

———-

Things were steady and getting the patients in and out was a breeze. Y/N’s belly was currently growling and she instantly wished she’d at least brought in a snack to hold her over. Y/N planned on buying lunch from a carry out within the shopping center of the office. It was the perfect time to go grab something to eat before patients start piling up again. Clarence is currently wiping down a room that was recently used.

“Still with that boyfriend, Y/N?” He asks casually while spraying down an exam table. He asked her like he wanted to know what the weather was like. Y/N dreaded the day he would ask her that again.

“Yes, Clarence,” Y/N chuckles, “And I don’t plan on leaving him.”

“Why hasn’t he put a ring on your finger yet? It’s hard to find good girls like you. What is waiting on?”

“There is no rush,” Y/N grabs a pen to finish writing information into a patients report. Just before she could close her file, Y/N’s phone vibrated. Glancing at it, Y/N could see that Erik was currently sending her texts.

I’m bored

Well do something productive like reading a book instead of playing video games.

Just when Y/N flips her phone over so she could go back to work, another text comes through, most likely from Erik again.

I’m about to call you.

Before Y/N could tell him anything otherwise Erik was FaceTiming her. Y/N rolls her brown eyes before answering the FaceTime. Clarence was talking to another coworker of there’s so Y/N didn’t need to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Y/N answers the FaceTime, her heart fluttering because of the dick down Erik gave her before work. Staring at the screen, Erik was still in his sleep wear with a durag on his head. His controller was in his lap and from the pout on his lips and the puppy dog eyes Y/N could tell that being cooped up in the house and away from Y/N for at least three more hours is killing him.

“Ooooh, I like you’re hair, Miss lady, can I pull it from behind?”

Y/N looked around her to make sure no one heard it, “Yes, You can ZADDY. Just as long as you’re gentle this time around. I like tender love and care too.”

“So you rather go oooh and ahhhh then Unh and Fuck when you’re crying and drooling and begging to cum-“

“Erik, SHHHHHH,” Y/N tried not to laugh, “Babe, it may be dead at this place right now but I am on the clock.”

“My bad, ma-“

“Itty-bitty, lets go get some lunch,” Clarence stood at the desk like a patient waiting to be checked in. She hadn’t heard his footsteps and honestly she wished she did.

“...Who?” Erik says through the FaceTime, his face all scrunched up with confusion.

“Is that the boyfriend?” Clarence brings his face into the camera, “sup’ boyfriend, I’m Clarence.”

Erik was stone faced looking at Terrence. Y/N was holding her breath, unable to look at her phone because she knew her man was pissed off.

“Who is itty-bitty?” Erik finally says. Clarence caught wind of his abrasive tone, backing away from the camera, “Just a nickname, brother, my fault.”

“Only nigga giving my girl a nickname is me.”

Y/N cleared her throat loudly, “Okay, babe! I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay? Love you,” Y/N gave Erik smooches, not sticking around to hear him argue before hanging up.

“Damn, yo’ man is nothing but a hot- head-“

“And you don’t know when to sit back. I was on the phone with my man, if I wanted your attention, I could have gotten it.”

“Chill, itty-bitty,” Clarence was tickled by how bothered Erik was, “Shit, he ain’t playing about you is he?”

Y/N flat out ignores Clarence, standing up from the desk and grabbing her bag. While Clarence laughed and joked about Erik Y/N pumped hand sanitizer into her hand before walking off. In her scrub top pocket her phone was going off the hook. Y/N knew not to ignore his constant texts. Y/N pulled out her phone, her heart in her throat

Do I gotta come up there?

Who the fuck is that nigga?

Don’t let no other nigga put his face in your phone again. That’s disrespectful.

Y/N answer my texts. Do I gotta come up there?

The fuck is itty bitty? I don’t like that shit.

Panicky, Y/N calls Erik before exiting the office.

“Babe?” Y/N says with caution.

“Don’t babe me. Who the fuck is Clarence?”

“My coworker-“

“Where are you?”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip nervously, “Erik...why?”

“Because I’m coming up there. And what’s up with this itty bitty shit? You let him call you that?”

“I don’t he just does it-“

“You need to correct that nigga, matter of fact-“

Y/N could hear Erik moving around in the background, probably putting on his jordans uncaring of the fact that he was wearing loose fitted basketball shorts with his dick swinging.

“Babe, I know you’re not coming up here to my job,” Y/N says with a shaky voice, “Babe stay home.”

“Nah, I’m coming up there. He gon’ need physical therapy once I’m done breaking his goddamn limbs don’t nobody fuck with mines.”

“Erik, chill-“

“I call you nicknames, Y/N. I can tell that nigga was peeking so he could see what his competition looking like. Then, you’re there with him for 8 hours...all close to you, smelling how sweet you smell, making you smile, listening to your voice...”

“Erik, are you jealous of Clarence?”

“Jealous? Of that nigga? TEH,” Erik could be heard closing a door, “I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.”

Y/N stood quiet, a smile fighting to form on her lips.

“My babe, is my babe. Therefore, don’t look, touch, wink, wave, stare, flirt, compliment, hold, anything that’s my job.”

“Babe, pleaseeeee don’t come up here because I know how you can get. Don’t be so upset about this fuck Clarence-“

“The reason I get mad is because I know exactly what they’re trying to do, I’m a man, I know. It’s not because I don’t trust you...I’m on my way.”

“Erik-“

“I’ll see you when I get there.”

Click

Y/N was reluctant to go back inside her job now. She only lived ten minutes away if she drove. Erik is a reckless driver who weaves in and out of lanes. He would probably do 70 MPH to get to her job. Y/N decided to wait for him instead of going back inside so she could bribe him with a shrimp cheese steak sub and save Clarence from an ass whipping.

———

Pulling up in an all black Mercedes-AMG in the hood was a risky thing to do but that was the least of Erik’s worries.

“Nah, let me put this heat away,” Erik places his chrome gold pistol in the glove department. He didn’t want to make Clarence shit himself and Erik didn’t use his gun for play. It’s not like he didn’t think about doing it though. Erik is very protective over Y/N. Still pissed off, Erik gets out of his SUV, securing it afterwards and pocketing his keys. The thought of Clarence all close to his girl calling her a nickname had Erik’s blood boiling over.

Sure enough, Erik did leave the house in a pair of black basketball shorts with his dick free. His crisp white T-shirt, gold chains, and black durag has all the hood girls that were leaving the hair store doing a double-take when he walked by. Y/N is still standing outside of her job, a male security for the shopping center talking her head off. When she spotted her boyfriend’s usual bop in her peripheral, Y/N lifted her back from the wall, a big beautiful smile on her face to distract Erik because he couldn’t resist her smile.

“Hey babe,” Y/N called out to him, the security dude looking towards the direction of who Y/N was referring to. Erik and him locked eyes. Erik squinted his with suspicion, ready to call out the security but he got the hint before Erik could even say anything.

“Aight, sweetheart, you be safe out here,” He walks away before Erik even approached. Of course, Erik’s anger piqued when he saw another man talking to Y/N. Finally within her space, Erik gave the security dude one final death look before looking down at his girl.

“Niggas getting real comfortable around you, I can understand, because you’re fine ass fuck but I don’t like this shit. Looks like I gotta beat the shit out of every nigga up here in this goddamn shopping center-“

“Erik...baby...daddy,” Y/N made her voice all sultry and low, blinking her lashes at him. She rubs his chest, talking to her in that low sweet voice that had him hard and ready to fuck in minutes.

“Don’t do that, I’m mad right now...Why are you waiting for me outside? I wanted to make a grand entrance into your job. That nigga wanna put his face in my girl phone let’s see if he try that shit now,” Erik doubles back to open the door to enter the Physical Theray Office but Y/N stops him.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “I was just about to head to lunch, want something to eat?”

Erik’s eyes swept over Y/N’s work attire, “Nah, I wanna meet Clarence...let go of me, girl.”

“Baby,” Y/N made her voice soft again, “You’d rather pick a fight with someone I don’t give two fucks about than spend time with me? I can get you a foot long shrimp cheese steak with everything and some fries with hot sauce and ketchup.”

Erik rolls his eyes, bringing his left hand to rub his belly, “I am hungry. Didn’t eat since this morning.”

“Let’s go then-“

“Itty- what’s up?” Clarences exited the office with another coworker, some new young girl who did clerical work. Y/N was sure that Clarence was fucking the girl with the way she was pressed up against his back giving him googly eyes. That itty didn’t fall on deaf ears. Erik was in full on attack mode before Y/N could even stop him.

“Clarence, right?” Erik approaches him, “You got a problem with staying in your lane, bruh. I’m sure my girl told you already that she got a man. Now...I came all the way up here to put my hands on you but I ain’t even about to do that,” Erik turns, grabbing Y/N, “This girl right here, she’s mines. Whatever goes down at work she’ll tell me, and then I’ll pull up and put my hands on you...do you understand what I’m saying Clarence? So this is a warning. Figured I should come up here so you know I’m serious.”

“Man,” Clarence laughs in Erik’s face. Y/N could tell by the way his hands shook that he was scared to death of Erik. Clarence wanted to appear unbothered while the young girl behind him watched, “You wasted your time coming all the way up here. That’s yours, cool, I don’t want no problems.”

“You got a habit of laughing at shit that ain’t funny.”

Y/N knew that Clarence was provoking Erik. People within the shopping center started paying attention to them and now Y/N was afraid that Erik will end up bashing Clarence’s face in.

“Erik, the food, remember?” Y/N wrapped her arm around Erik’s bicep, “Let’s go,” she was up on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss to Erik’s cheek.

“Remember what I said-“

Clarence cuts Erik off, “No need to repeat yourself over and over-“

“I’ll repeat myself however many time I need to...this lame ass nigga man-“

“Lame?! I’m not the one out here acting a fool over a chick who ain’t even all that-“

Erik’s first cocked back swiftly. Y/N didn’t see it coming. Frozen with fear Y/N covered her mouth in shock. Clarence stumbled and flinched, hands coming up in surrender.

“Look at you, weak as fuck,” Erik’s fist was centimeters away from hitting Clarence. Erik wanted to shake Clarence up. If he wanted to hit him, he could have stomped all over him until he was a bloody pulp but the thought of Y/N’s job being jeopardized stopped him. Clarence peeked at Erik through his fingers, slowly backing away before straightening his body.

“I would have bloodied you up but my girl needs her job. Doesn’t mean if I see you I won’t fuck you up. Don’t you ever disrespect my girl like that. I bet you learned your lesson today, didn’t you?”

Y/N shared a look with the young girl she worked with, noticing how turned off she was when Clarence cowarded away. She wrenched her eyes away, yanking on Erik’s arm to get his attention.

“Babe, I think he heard you, let’s go before some shit pops off.”

“...I’m coming, baby girl,” intensely, Erik gives Clarence one final look before wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, “Aight Clarence, I hope you and your child have a good rest of your day.”

Erik!”

“Nah, that laughing shit got me hot, then this nigga had the nerve to get big on me...kiss me before I turn around and put his ass in the ground, he don’t know, I’m really a cold-blooded killer.”

Y/N grabs his chin to make him look at her before they walked inside of the carry out. Erik was being stubborn, trying to look everywhere else but at her face. Clarence and the young clerical worker were too busy flirting and avoiding coming anywhere near Y/N and Erik.

“Aye, you missed me?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “what you think?”

“Nah, I want you to tell me,” Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s waist.

Erik’s lips twisted up to fight a smile. The outraged look in his eyes seemed to clear and now they were affectionate and soft like Y/N loved.

“...yeah, I missed you.”

“Okay. If you missed me then let’s enjoy lunch and then I can clock out early and we can go home. I don’t want you all worked up over this bullshit. He ain’t got all of this, you do.”

“Damn right I do,” Erik pulled Y/N closer to his body, his hands coming down and around to grab her ass, “all of this is mines-“

“Okay, baby,” Y/N didn’t want to get Erik too worked up since they were in public. Y/N slipped away from his firm grip to open the door. When she walked in, there was a Latino couple with N-95 masks on. Y/N and Erik sanitized there hands with some wipes that she carried with her everywhere before walking towards the front to order food.

“Miss Y/N! How are you? Same thing as usual?”

“Hello Mr. Dean,” Y/N avoided touching any surfaces and Erik lingered behind her, “Yes same thing for me, a shrimp salad sandwich and for him he’ll have a shrimp cheese steak with fries.”

“Foot long or half?”

“Foot long, and can you add extra cheese and lettuce to that please?” Erik says over Y/N’s shoulder.

“Of course, anything else?

“Two kiwi strawberry Mistic’s for me, how about you baby girl?”

“I’ll just have water I’m not in the mood for anything sweet.”

“Yeah, cuz you’re already sweet enough,” Erik bites his lip all tantalizing while his hands caresses her butt.”

“Daddy, chill, wait until we get home-“

“You mean wait until we get in the car?

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any plus size reader black panther fics?

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PLUS SIZE READER X T’CHALLA

- golden girl, fingers dipped in gold series, early morning concerts, do it, a single prick series, singing lessons, lose that attitude, i’ve been going, his sixth sense, nice & comfortable, three kings of dreams, you may, comfortable, possibly, up and alert- @supersizemeplz

- family isn’t always everything, t’challa dealing wth his s/o having guardianship of her little bro, you and t’challa had a really bad breaku but he sees you at an event?, group text: date, in my feelings, t’challa after a hard day funning wakanda, “lemme show you how much i love you”, group chat: plans for tonight, love through tragedy, my apologies my queen, “choose”, lazy days (includes m’baku)-  @plussizeappreciationfics (search: tchalla and tchalla x reader)

-anonymous series, gentle giant series, the twisted ones, selfless series, all the stars series- @cassidyconner

- how the guys for the avengers would react to being twerked on (includes t’challa);  imagine you decided to post a sunbathing picture for instagram, knowing your husband, the king of wakanda will see. everything goes smooth until erik killonger decides to give you a lil too much attention. he ends up learning not to mess with the queen (fake social media au); imagine t’chala and his queen are execting their first child. the world is overy joyed by the little bundle of joy, imagine it ‘s halloween and you decide to dress up as your idol sorm leaving the entire internet shook (fake social media au), imagine it’s your anniversary with your boyfreind t’challa and he surprises you with a trip to the most beautiful beach you’ve ever seen- @papi-chulo-bucky (search: tchalla)

- headcanons: short reader, king of spring, hot cheetos, rays of sunshine, pineapple princess, your highness, jealousy- @littlemessyjessi

- cats, why series, enough for now, jealousy headcanon, lingerie headcanon, nsfw headcanon, kinks headcanon, dom/sub headcanon, height headcanons- @madamslayyy

- queen by spring series, “i have a right to what is mine”, t’challa is straight up missing you, t’challa needs to feel your finger in his hair, imagine t’challa helping you find more peace by bringng you into meditation, wakanda now bath salt baths and tantric sex; your favorite physical aspect of t’challa is his mouth, t’challa and m’baku both like gap tooth play but t’challa like to run it along the outer lips while m’baku likes to work it over the nipples (includes m’baku and sam wilson); cater, matchmakers, show me, to our bedroom (search t’challa x reader)-  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

-miles apart series-  @eriksjournal

- t’challa with his first bbw- @sisterwifeudaku

- he spills series @captainsaveasmut (includes m’baku and erik)

- where are we?, the wakandan boys when the’re sick (includes erik and m’baku) - @sonofnjobu

- al fics- @eerythingisshaka

- learn ya series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- let’s play- @wakandamama

PLUS SIZE READER X M’BAKU 

- all m’baku fics- @plussizeappreciationfics

- your cherries, wakandan events & natural charisma series, love berries, ain’t got no time, shadows in the closet, tamed, change in schedule, big baby, intersting theories, why?, forever my chieftess, three kings of dreams, long days and longer nights, i wouldn’t mind- @supersizemeplz

- gaining favor- @littlemessyjessi

- healing gardens series, it’s complicated series, extra credit series, coming home series (includes what’s for dinner?), warrior spirit, diplomatic affiars, fading away, gemini rising: birthday edition, just business series-  @jellybean531

- work from home series, fever series- @mbakusthrone

- warm colors series- @mermaidchansons

- a special visit- @yaachtynoboat711

- tradition series, mr. stamina, truth or dare series, give it to me, the garden,, princess, 2 hours, i’m right here, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes erik and t’challa), would you rather-  @sonofnjobu

-chieftess, giving m’baku a lapdance, t’challa and m’baku likes gap tooth play (inclues t’challa and sam wilson), tradition, watch-  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- an m’big surprise- @pastelastronomy24

- and i you, my love; hands, his girl, untitled, you are mine- @marvelmaree

- v.i.p (includes erik), you owe her an apology, no i can’t take a break, scraped m’baku headcanon, m’baku titty worship headcanon, whipped headcanon, the prince seires, is this love? series (ncludes m’baku) (with don’t be scared)- @madamslayyy

- fated instinct series, cabin in the snow series, whipped cream a la m’baku-  @greennightspider

- brown skin, oh angel, forever mine, best baba ever, the heat of trinidad series- @artisticestheticreads

- forget his name, our love in color series, a well deserved rest series, have it your way series, satisfied, another heir, what would you have me do? series, full body- @wakandan-flowerz

- crown royal on ice, two left feet, just for tonight series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all fics- @eerythingisshaka

- all fics- @muse-of-mbaku

- mother may i series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- sweet thang series, the best part, bow to me- @wakandamama

PLUS SIZE READER X ERIK

- how i feel, right now, animal, chains series, purple herbs & gardens, risks & new beginnings series, better with time, let’s play, without a doubt, sizzling pans & slow jams, misinterpretations, visions of gold, out business, come through and chill series, nights, slow burn, a siren’s allure, venom, the one, maybe they’re right, sore loser series, i’ll be alright, spooky cookies & vampire fangs, screams in the night series; knock, knock series; imagination, the cure series, poptart man series, this must be our song, conversation starter, heaven is a place on earth, twins?, say it, i’m there, his princess, his for the night, sugar baby series, authority series, baby shark, lemme try, take our time, say the word, sudden reunions series, memories of you, more ways than one, lemme try it again (that’s my face), not in budget, i would like to see it, pease mama bear, she likes me, guess what, times like these, tell me your secret series, he gets it from me, baby see baby do, see what had happened was, who me?, so relax, three kings of dreams, deck the b-…halls?, do it again, be quiet, you so crazy, how that sound?, you’re so handsome, sit still, leave me aloneee, don’t hide, or maybe, send it to mommy, but i’m sick.., you thought i wouldn’t find out, he’d make you his, ballet baba, ain’t that right?, he wasn’t having that, being honest, that’s all it took?, then stop ignoring me, since you can, but i thougth…, jealous, i won’t tell you again series, hit me, no reply, i’ve alway been, you sure?, no more tummy time, toss ‘em, you done now?, sing it baby, doped up, battle it out, for however long, bath time, bedtime stories, i’m sorry, was that so hard?, i owe you that, whatchu say?, hard headed, it should’ve been you, take our time series, baba’s day, whatever she wants, nope, can’t even look at you, not again, nose wide oen, just a bit longer, come on over to my place, fences & bullriders- @supersizemeplz

- all erik fics and headcanons- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- all erik fics and headcanons- @eye-raq

- teach me series, when you’re mad series, waffles series, slow ride series, movie night series, let’s talk about sex series, mines, thunderstorm, girl fuck you, eat your breakfast seres (with eat your dinner), secret admirer, amusement park fun, displays of affection, night at the movie theaters, silent hearbeats series, kissing strangers series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy series, just like you, we goin to hell, breeding time- @thehomierobbstark

- refuge series, champion series, soft series, all dadmonger fics, erik’s getting soft series, erik and his princess, erik’s afraid of live, erik takes care of his sick princess, erik witha shy girl, erik’s created a monster series, afraid of heights, erik loves to spoil you, you want it rough, t’challa’s trusted advisor, first kiss, the legend series, you hurt erik, i love you, erik backslides, the proposal, daddy, accountability, noral, kinky, foolproof, erik ad your burn marks, erik helps you do pole fitness, i do, first date, erik teasing his short gf, erik cuts his hair- @killmongersgurl

- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s  heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

-carnal stimulation series, next lifetime series, hoe ass erik series, dirty little secrets series, hennything is possible, sunday dinner series (with payback), a.d.i.d.a.s., green goddess, suddenly stevens, beauty is her name, it’s complicated. i’m sorry, the great reveal, neighbors know my name series (part 2 to @hearteyes-for-killmonger‘s story of the same name), the devil speaks xosha, mile high, trap card, act up, let me smell it, up late, i’ll take your man, carry on, dreams & nightmares- @goddessofthundathighs

- headass youtube couple series, fix my crown series, all skate, cutting ties series, #tsrbaewatch,  @apantherinmypastlife

- all erik fics-  @wawakanda-btch

- all fics- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- say my name series, beg for it, the coat room, charley horse, full court press, house party, boyfriend makeup challenge, gumby, the let out series, disorderly, token, all i wanted for christmas is you, hit the showers, neo, erica; veni, vidi, vici, i will be here, trick or treat, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes t’challa and m’baku)- @sonofnjobu

- mine, unravel me series (includes belong to you), i missed you series (inlcudes you a’ight and if they ain’t looking), rated e, on braodway, no average bitch,  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for erik killmonger x reader and erik killmonger imagine)

- all tasting mellow fics- @tastingmellow

- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24

- come lay with me, house hunting series, stretch marks, the footbal jerseyy, you sure?- @marvelmaree

- the deal series, nuggest of truth, girlfriend, all i want is you, care for you- @wakandamama

- rated e for extra petty, elbow deep series- @puffmamaa

- she got game, where’s the smoke, s.d.m., from paris with love, where the hoes at? (with t’challa and m’baku), written all over your face, baby bump series (wit cuddle buddy,, and hc: chubby!erik trying old clothes), not in that way, here kitty kitty, computer blue series, chunk series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all erik fics- @stripper-patrick

- he spills series (with t’chala and m’baku)- @captainsaveasmut

- i’m cleva series, do me baby (part 2 of @killmongersgurl‘s serieserik’s created a monste)-, @killmongerdispussy

- sorry he’s gone, mad issues series, curiosity happy weight- @curls-and-crosses

- nah baby i got you- @inxan-ity (scroll for erik killmonger)

- all fics- @writerbee-ffs

- paragone series- @dynastynoire

- all fics- @eriksjournal

- the sweetest taste series, late night drive- two of a kind series (includes ‘03 bonnie and clyde prequel), beyond the lights series, mad love series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- all erik fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics

-thanksgiving w/ mr. stevens and the udakus series (with valentine’s gumbo),  @mermaidchansons

- all erik fics- @muse-of-mbaku

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*parks into your inbox like that scene in mean girls* HIIIIIIII liv! i hope you’re well, and taking care of yourself! ndfufhfud im kinda sorry my messages are mostly me handing in new imagines but IDC! i have way too many

here’s some Luke’s for ur thoughts :)

-him. working out. like i don’t know what work outs he’s have to do for the BAU but imagine him having an indoor gym of some kind in ur apartment n you coming down the stairs to see him. lifting weights. doing pull ups. just Stuff Like That

-Luke during a snow day. ur cooped up in the house during a blizzard n he’s buried in blankets with the heat on and he’s beckoning you to come over n snuggle with him while roxy is sleeping on the couch!!

-luke when he’s taking care of u! it could ben when ur sick, sad, or just feel like taking a load off! he’s there in an instant to keep u happy n bring u anything that you could need, including being held in his arms 💘

ive accidentally run into a rp account of erik and while it is fun to read n see what it says it also has many...romantic interactions with other characters. like ik I’ll be fine it’ll just take me being a lil mopey about it, it hurts lots even when im used to this stuff. i hate to ask n u don’t have to but could i have a small hc of erik beuhddbrndn

ANYWAYS i hope ur doing swell! Luke and bucky ADORE u forever it’s true they told me — 🥮

💗 HI HI HI MY SWEETS !!!!! 💗

welcome back !!!!! i am always so so so happy to hear from you!!!!!  i am pleased to report that i am very well, and i am taking care of myself the best that i can!!! some days are better than others but that is life and i am not currently in tears so i think that is a good sign!!! 

listen... you do not ever have to apologize for the kinds of messages you send it... not EVER... and ESPECIALLY not ones where you hand in imagines !!!!! they are absolute gifts!!! and i will never be able to thank you enough for giving them to me!!!!! 💗

Luke working OUT !!!!! please i am simply going to pass away before i even read the other ones... WHEW !!! him doing push ups !!! him doing pull ups !!! him lifting weights !!! just... SWEATY Luke looking big and beefy and breathing hard... and THEN!!! the thought of him trying to get me involved with his workout... sitting on his back while he does push ups... encouraging me to try to do a few pull ups of my own and just lifting me himself because i suck at them... insisting we go on a run / hike together and it’s fun for a while but then i get tired and he gives me a piggyback ride back to the car... i am truly about to burst

Luke on a SNOW DAY !!! winter is my fave fave fave season and the thought of being able to share it with him... of seein’ him all bundled up... in comfy sweats and a thermal or a flannel and he pulls me into his chest and drapes a blanket over our laps... our doggies at our sides, the four of us creating one big snuggle pile... maybe he blows on his hands to warm them up... maybe he blows on MY hands to warm them up... i’m !!!!!

Luke !!! taking care of me !!! i... am beyond soft... truly the thought of him wrappin’ me up in his arms and telling me that he’s got everything taken care of and that i’ve got nothing to worry about... it is literally a dream and i have !!! no words!!! i love him, i love him, i love him!!!!! 

i am feeling. so content and warm and loving and loved... and that is how you deserve to feel too!!!!! and i’m sorry you haven’t been feeling that way recently!!! i know how hard it can be to see or hear or think of your love with someone else, and it’s okay to be sad and hurt by it!!! it is okay to be mopey if you need to be!!!

but i want you to know!!! that Erik absolutely adores you. i mean, really adores you. you are not just a partner to him you are!!! the absolute love of his life. his soul mate!!! you are, by far, the most important thing to him. and he would do literally anything for you. all he wants to do is love you!!! to be good to you!!! to make you happy and to keep you safe!!!

he seems like a real subtle protector type... like he’s always, always, always, always thinking of and watching out for you... he sees you shiver and he silently drapes his jacket around your shoulders... you come home from a long day and he’s rubbing your shoulders as soon as you sit down... you wake up after him and he already has your favorite warm drink made for you and on your night table... he notices you’re tense out in public and puts himself between you and whatever is making you uncomfortable, holding onto your hand all the while so you don’t get separated... you have a nightmare and he promises that he’ll stay awake to make sure nothing gets you while you go back to sleep... like everything he does is him prioritizing you, putting you first, making you comfortable, and it’s because he has never loved anyone like he loves you and he knows that you are the one for him and he is going to do everything in his power to make sure you KNOW it and that you FEEL it !!!!! 

also. there is no evidence to back me up on this but i do not care. i think he’s a temple kiss kind of guy. he just gives off that vibe. he comes home, wraps an arm around your waist, kisses your temple, mumbles that he missed you against your skin. his arm around your shoulders while you’re out, he draws you in and presses a quick kiss to your temple. you doze off on his shoulder, temple kiss. just feels right. 

he loves you lots, and so do i !!!!! i’m so grateful you stopped by!!! between you and Bucky and Luke... i’ve gotta be the luckiest girl in the world i think!!! we hope that you feel better soon, that you take care of yourself, and that you let Erik take care of you too!!! it’s all he wants to do!!! 

please tell him hi from us!!! we will talk to you soon!!!!! 💗💗💗

[heavenlymisa]

red carpet reassurance. (part one.)

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader

warnings; The n-word, fluff, fear, cuteness :) this takes place four months after “bounce back to a throwback”. if you haven’t read it yet, then go below and click “Masterlist” :) 

summary; Your boyfriend, Erik, invites you to go to the Grammys with him. Being the best girlfriend you are, said yes, without thinking of the consequences. The day of the grammys you get cold feet, now it’s up to Erik to calm your nerves.

an; a special and magnificent shout-out goes to @ljstraightnochaser​ for giving me some more ideas for this lil series i got! <3 I apologize for not posting this sooner! Covid-19 has been on my ASS-

<< Masterlist >>

It’s been a couple of weeks since the whole instagram live’ fiasco went down and you couldn’t be any happier. You expected it to crash and burn like a lot of people who date celebrities, but it turned out different than you expected. Erik’s fans absolutely adored you. They would always ask about you when he gets on live and he just can’t help but be all giddy inside when that happens.

Right now, you were laying on top of Erik on the couch in the living room, watching tv. Erik was tracing random patterns on your back when he randomly asked you a question.

“You wanna go to the Grammys with me?”

“Hm..?”

“I said..” He lifted your chin softly so you would look him directly in the eyes. “You wanna go to the Grammys with me, ma?”

You gasped softly. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” He said with his cute lil’ smile that clearly showed his dimples.

“You can meet all your lil’ artists that you like so much.”

“But, babe, I already met you.” You said while adjusting yourself to straddle him.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around your waist and laughed. You absolutely love his laugh. He does laugh often, but you love it even more when it’s only you hearing it.

He licked his lips and looked at you directly in the eyes. 

“Please Mami..” (Use this link for reference ) 

“Oh my god.” You tried you get away from him, but he tightened up his arms around your waist.

“Plleaasseee Mami.” He pleaded.

“Erik! St-”

“Mami mami mami mami PLEAASSEEE.” He gently shook you while you laughed.

“Por favor?” He said quietly while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay fine!” You said while rolling your eyes. “But only so you’ll stop begging!”

“But my begging worked so I’m not complaining.” He said with a smirk.

You laid back down on his chest and continued to watch T.V. while Erik rubbed your back. After a while, you started to think about how the Grammys would turn out. Would I even look good? Will everyone look at me like I’m a clown? I hope I don’t look a hot mess. Thoughts like that swarmed your mind until Erik cupped your face with both of his hands and turned your head to face his.

“Ma, you aight?” He said with concern written on his face.

“Yeah... I’m fine.” You said while putting a small smile on your face.

“Aight...” He kissed your lips. “You were making that face you always make when you think really hard..... I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“Aw, Baybeee....” You kissed his cheek.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to worry about you!” He said while lightly shaking your head. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t worry about my, babygirl? Hm?” He laid your head back down and dramatically started rocking you like a baby.

You broke out into a fit of giggles while Erik tightened his grip around your torso and rocked you intensely.

“E-Erik!! S-StAW-”

“I’m showing you that I care about you, babygirl!” He said in-between grunts.

“You’re gonna fling us off of the couch!” You said while trying to escape his death-grip he has on you.

He stopped rocking and locked eyes with you.

“But, it’s my job to worry about the most important girl in my life. Don’t forget it.”

You rolled your eyes and laid back down on his chest. “I won’t”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 1 week later ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Are you going to the Grammys? Yeah, Y/N is coming with me too. So i’m sure it’s gonna be really fun.” Erik licked his lips before leaning into phone to read some more comments off of his Instagram live.

“Are you nominated for the Grammys? Yup yup. I’m nominated for uh... Best New Artist, Best Song, Best Record, and Best Album.” He turned around to be met with his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the bed. Erik rubbed her shoulder and turned around back to his phone.

“Do you guys have outfits picked out? Not yet, but whatever Y/N wears, she’s gonna look good.” Erik smiled to himself before continuing to read his comments until he fell asleep.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 3 weeks later ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“BABY!” You felt something soft hit you on your back.

You grumbled incoherent words and turned over on your side.

“So we doin’ that now... Aight...”

You heard footsteps walk away so you decided to go back to sleep. A couple of minutes later, you felt the covers, and your warmth, being snatched from yourself.

“Rise and shine, princess!” You opened your eyes to see Erik smiling with all of his teeth showing and holding the covers with both of his arms.

“N’jadaka...” You groaned while walking towards the bathroom.

“Whoa now... you didn’t need to say a nigga’s government name like that.” He said while following you.

You rolled your eyes while you walked into the bathroom, closing the door on his face.

“Wow. Okay. Um.... your clothes are onto of the sink, babygirl. We’re leaving in 30 minutes to get our outfits, get our make-up done, our hair done, and uh.... I don’t know. I forgot. It left my brain.. Love you, Mamas!”

You snickered to yourself.

“I love you too, Negro!”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled, but then that smile disappeared when today registered in your head. 

Today was the Grammys.

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT- You rubbed your face and sighed. You can get through this.. You hope..

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“I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Erik- okay.”

“Lock the door. I love you.” He chaste kissed you and grabbed the Tesla key card from you.

“I love you too.”

He closed the door and you locked the car while watching him walk into the Dry Cleaners. You still had thoughts in your head about the Grammys. Of course you said yes and you knew that the Grammys were a BIG deal, it’s just that it didn’t catch up to you at you were ACTUALLY going to the Grammys. 

You looked over to the dry cleaners to see a girl jumping around near Erik while he was writing something, supposedly his signature. They talked for a while until he pointed at the car and smiled. They both looked at you and started waving. So, you waved back and smiled.  They started talking again so you started playing some music while you waited on Erik.

A couple of minutes later, Erik came back with two black garment bags. You unlocked the car and he opened back door. 

“Thanks, Baby.” He said while putting the garment bags in the back seat.

“No problem.”

He shut the door and got into the driver’s seat. He paused for a couple of seconds before turning his head towards you.

“Baby, you good?” He said with concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” 

He looked you up and down before slowly starting the car and driving off. 

He drove for a little bit in silence, listening to the music, before starting a conversation with you.

“You know... I love that hoodie on you, Mamas..”

You rolled your eyes. The hoodie that you were wearing right now was a red hoodie. The same red hoodie that Erik was wearing right now. The only thing different about it was that on the back of your hoodie it says, ‘Monger’s Girl’. 

“Of course you love this hoodie, Daka.” You said while chuckling.

“Hell yeah I do! It means you’re not going anywhere! So you can tell your lil’ boyfriends you were planning on dating after we were to “break up” that you’re gonna be preoccupied with me.” He stated with a smug look on his face.

“I wasn’t planning on dating anyone after you. You’re too cute.” 

You two sat in silence for a little bit...

“It’s the dick, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

You two broke out into a fit of laughter which caused Erik to swerve a little bit. Man... you wouldn’t trade him for the world...

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You two arrived at your friend Avery’s hair salon and sat in the car for a little bit. Erik was on Instagram while you were on Snapchat, taking random pictures.

“Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?”You turned your body towards Erik and he looked pissed. Only this time, you can truly say that you didn’t do anything.

“What?”

“You taking pictures without me, baby. I thought we were a team.” He started to fake pout and do puppy eyes towards you.

You laughed and opened the door. You got out of the car and turned around to be met with Erik looking at you like he was very shocked offended at something you just did. You then realized what happened:

You opened the car door.

 Erik loves to be a gentleman to you and NEVER (emphasis on the never) let’s you open a car door when you’re with him by all means. Oh shit- “What??” You chuckled.

“Mama, when have you EVER opened a car door since you’ve been with me?” He crossed his arms and sat back into his seat.

“Uhm... never...?” You tucked your phone into your back pocket.

“So... what makes it... okay to do that now...?” 

Oh my god...

“I don’t know...” You started to move your feet a little bit.

“What did I tell you about that ‘I don’t know’ stuff, Ma?”

You decided not to say anything and just stand there. You knew you weren’t in trouble, Erik just loves to make you feel like royalty.

He chuckled. “Get back in the car, lil mama.”

“Eri-“

“Y/N.” He gave you a stern dad look. God, if looks could kill... you would be dead by now.

You sat back down in the car and closed the door. He triumphantly smiled, knowing that he ‘won’, and got out of the car. He grabbed the garment bags, slung them over his shoulder, closed the car door, and went to your side. Erik starred at you for a couple of seconds and opened your car door, laughing.

You got out of the car and looked at Erik while he closed the door.

“Nigga, you do too much.” You said as you both started walking to the salon. Erik turned around and started walking backwards, locking eyes with you.

“Would you rather me do too much or do too little?” You started to speak until he cut you off.

“Exactly.” He pointed at you, turned back around, and jogs to the door. You playfully rolled your eye and start jogging a little bit to get to the door faster. 

Once you two got into the salon, you were greeted by two arms wrapping around you, and a sweet scent of strawberries.

“Oh my god! Hey, Y/N!!” You wrapped your arms around Avery and gently squeezed her. Avery’s hair always smelled like strawberries. Even when you two were kids, her hair smelled like strawberries. 

“Avery! Hi!” You two released from the hug. 

“Oh! Killa, you can just set the garment bags down over there.” She pointed to a clothing rack on the other side of the wall. Erik huffed and slowly started making his way to the rack.

“So,” Avery brought all of her attention towards you. “The Grammys!” 

You nodded and forced a smile on your lips, hoping that she wouldn’t notice. But being the instigator she is.. She noticed it.

“You...” She brought her voice down a little bit so Erik wouldn’t hear her. “You don’t wanna go..? Is he making you go against your will? Blink three times if he-”

“Avery!” You cut her off. She immediately stopped and looked at you.

“I want to go, I really do. I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

“Why don’t you talk to Erik about that?”

“I don’t want him to worry about me.”

“Y/N.... That’s his job! To worry about you!”

You rolled your eyes and sat down at an hair station.

“Can we just get this done and over with?”

Avery laughed and got to work.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 5 hours later ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Baby, just come out!”

“Hold on, Daka! I gotta make sure that my dress is right!”

“Baby, you look perfect. Come on!”

Erik was already dressed and ready to go to the Grammys. You on the other hand.. was nervous as hell.

“Baby.. please, you look amazing!”

You took a deep breath and walked out of the dressing room. Erik looked you up and down before whispering a ‘wow’. He walked up to you and rested his hands on your waist. 

“You look... beautiful.” Erik spun you around and faced you towards a long mirror that was hanging on the opposite side of the wall. You both had on corresponding outfits , that Erik picked out, and you two rocked flawlessly.

“Alright guys!” Avery stomped out of another room with pieces of jewelry in her hands. “I hope you guys are- whoa!”

Her eyes became wide as she saw the outfits.

“You two look like a Disney prince and princess!” You rolled your eyes.

“So, i’m guessing i’m Prince Naveen and this beautiful girl right here is Princess Tiana?” Erik said with a smirk.

“Oh hell no.” You said while giggling.

Avery picked up the jewelry and walked over to you two. She started putting on the pieces of jewelry on you first. When she was done, she went straight to put the jewelry on Erik, giving you some time to look at yourself.

You looked into a nearby vanity and admired yourself. You actually looked like a full-on princess (you have a tiara on- and yes, it was erik’s wish.). Your everything was done. You hair, makeup, nails, ect.

Erik walked behind you, with his earrings, chains, and rings on, and wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Whatchu thinking about, princess?”

You overlapped you’re arms around his and sighed.

“Well, first of all, i’m thinking about how your big ass head is finna smear my makeup!”

He lifted his head from your shoulder and rested his head on top of your head.

“Is that better?”

“No, you have a heavy ass head.”

“That’s not what you said when i was eating you o-“

“OKAY!”

You quickly leaped out of his arms and walked away from him, laughing in the process.

“You didn’t need to expose me like that, y’know.” You sat down in chair while Erik followed you.

“It’s just me and you here, Ma.”

“Yeah, in this room. What if Avery heard it?”

“Then she’ll know that I gave you some bomb-ass head a couple-“

“Nigga!”

“Okay okay!” He put his hands up, like he was surrendering.

“But,” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. “You look so damn amazing, baby.”

You looked him up and down. “I guess you look good.”

“Guess? Baby, i’m a five-star meal. Ain’t no guessing over here.”

You both laughed while Avery walked over.

“Well, my work here is done! You two want any pictures while you’re here?”

Erik pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to Avery.

“As good as Y/N is over here looking? Hell yes.”

You two took lots of pictures. Goofy ones, Serious ones, non planned ones, you name it. After you were done, you said your goodbyes and went on to go to the Grammys!

shit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ya’ll been without this series for a whole MONTH I-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[thehoodsweetheart]

Sandcastles | Part IV.

A/N: I want to start by apologizing for taking so long to create Part 4 to Sandcastles. I had writer’s block for a while and then life got in the way. I hope you all enjoy this. I will be continuing this series. No real music inspo for this part. The picture above is just adorable but not a depiction of Y/N and Iman. Please excuse any spelling and/or grammatical errors. It might be a bit rough. I was just trying to get this out.

Word Count: 3,112

Warnings: Slight Angst (?), Mentions Violence, Hints of emotional abuse, Mentions Miscarriage, Hints at abortion, possible triggers

Summary: Y’all not getting one this time.

Erik x Black Reader (will always be a Black reader. Sorry not Sorry).

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        Erik remained seated on the leather couch of his living room holding his phone to his ear yet still silent. His mouth opened but he soon shut it, as he was unable to form words. The sensation of his chest tightening followed by the familiar lump in his throat nagged at him. Erik leaned forward his elbows planted on top of his knees. His shoulders tensed. The feeling of regret washed over him for the umpteenth time. He had felt this too many times for his liking. The one person who for years brought him peace was bringing the storm. If he had to choose he’d say it was a hurricane followed by tsunami. The type of damage that it could cause would have anyone questioning if God was mad at the world. But Erik was the source, and he was internalizing just how much pain he was still causing you.

       The tone of your voice was enough to make him feel like scum. This was the second time that afternoon you had called him in a panic. The first was after his text threatening to kill the movers. Of course he listened to you and didn’t kill them… but he was already seeing red. It was too late for him to not do anything, at all. In Erik’s mind, at very least they deserved their ass beat for banging on the door like the police after he told them to get off of his property. Erik did just that. He beat their ass. The movers definitely needed to be in someone’s emergency room getting checked out for cracked ribs, a broken nose, maybe even a broken jaw. In Eric’s mind, this was light damage in comparison to what he wanted to do. They put themselves in the way of being the target of his frustration. Nonetheless, his logic could do no justice nor could it sooth your worries.

        You continued to yell at him through sobs, full blown hiccupping sobs. Erik hated the fact that for the countless time in less than two weeks, he was the reason you were crying. Some things you said he could barely understand due to your crying, but he sat there taking it all in, staring at his bruising knuckles as he assessed the damage made. What he could make out was that you were sick of his shit.

“Y/N, come on. I’m sorry alright? I know I fucked up…again, but please try to calm down princess. It’s too much stress on the baby.” Erik finally took a jab at some type of reasoning with you.

       He knew the potential consequences of high stress during pregnancy. In fact, you and Erik were not strangers to the disappointment and heartache that miscarriage could bring.  You two had suffered a miscarriage before conceiving Iman. Although, neither of you knew that you were pregnant until Erik rushed you to the hospital for what he thought was a possible rupture appendix, only to receive the heartbreaking news that you lost your first child.

       The first pregnancy was not exactly planned. Erik had been teasing you since you guys’ third date that he was going to get you pregnant one day. At that point you hadn’t even been intimate with him yet. He was nowhere near being ready to be a parent at that time. Erik was genuinely amused at how you would roll your eyes and scoff every time he mentioned it. It was just something he teased about more than anything. He loved to get a reaction out you. Nonetheless when he did imagine himself having children, he knew you were the only woman he’d envisioned. So when the time actually came and you miscarried, it triggered his fear of loss. Erik in term became even more overprotective of you, if that was even possible.

“STRESS?! STRESS ON THE BABY?! NIGGA YOU ARE THE STRESS ON THE BABY!”  You cried out. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath. He could hear Iman crying in the background.

“Just…come home love. Let me take care of you and Iman. Let me try to fix us for real. All this yelling and shit probably has Iman scared.”

“EXACTLY ERIK! She is! This is just too much for me. ” Y/N sniffled. “Why would I ever come back? You make me physically sick to my stomach. You can’t even control yourself. What if they press charges? What if they sue me for putting them in that situation?”

           It was the truth. You were always right. He sighed in defeat. He knew he blew it once again.

“They not fuckin stupid. Them niggas was trynna take my family from me.” Erik mumbled. “I can have T’ch-“

“Don’t you dare” You cut him off. “T’challa? Really Erik?! T’Challa can’t solve your problems or be your voice of reason for you… and YOU lost your family on your own. Nobody  took us from you but  you.” Y/n ended the call immediately after, overwhelmed with the entire situation.

           Erik was left with is thoughts and your last statement replaying in his mind like a broken record. He was the cause of this entire situation and that was a tough pill to swallow. He was still at square one without the slightest clue on how to fix you all’s relationship. Maybe he did need to get himself together before he tried to pursue the mending of his family?

           Erik smacked his lips before picking up his phone once more. He scrolled through his contacts begrudgingly tapped a name he hadn’t dialed in almost a year. It was time he visited his therapist. He listened to the ringing before a chipper voice answered. It was his therapist’s secretary that annoyed him with her overly cheerful persona.

“Dr. Lang’s office, Amber speaking. How may I help you?”

“It’s Erik Stevens. Can you get Dr. Lang on the phone…immediately.”

“Sorry Mr. Stevens, but Dr. La—“ Amber hesitated.

“I’m not gone ask again.” Erik barked.

           Amber tried to cover gasp of astonishment with clearing her throat and politely telling Erik to hold. Amber knew exactly who Erik was, and against her better judgment she’d eavesdropped on his past sessions. It took less than 3 minutes for Dr. Lang to pick up the line.

“Mr. Udaku-Stevens, it’s been a while. How are you?”

“My wife left me.” It pained Erik to utter those words aloud.

“Ah! Well, how about you come in tomorrow 9 AM? If your schedule permits…”

“I’ll be there.” Erik kept it short hanging up the phone.

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        You threw your phone down on the bed staring blankly into space. The sensation of saliva thickening in your mouth brought your attention to the nausea you had been trying to ignore. You used your sleeve to hastily wipe away the tears left on your face. You didn’t owe him a goodbye. You could barely comprehend why you were talking to him in the first place. Why do you always feel the obligation to reason with Erik? And to an extent, why did you still bare the burden of trying to protect him from himself? Erik could be his own worst enemy with his self-sabotaging fits of rage.

        Your thoughts were interrupted by a shriek that came from Iman as her cries intensified. Iman was having a full on fit. Her round golden face was now tinted in a red hue, hot tears spewed down her face, and her dimples piercing her cheeks as she flailed her chubby fist. Iman was teething and it was giving her the blues. You picked her up cuddling her close to your chest, rubbing small circles in her back, attempting to sooth her. A teething baby was a force to be reckoned with. You’d given her some medication in hopes of breaking her fever but just by touch you could tell that it had barely worked. Iman pushed at your chest and if you could guess you would only assume she didn’t want you to hold her.

       A light knock came to the bedroom door, before it cracked open far enough for your twin brother, JR, to peak in. With an exhausted yet concerned look on his face, he scratched his full beard looking at you and Iman. He had returned from football practice less than an hour ago and his usual routine would have been to take a shower then nap. It was apparent that that was interrupted. His expression softened as you made eye contact.

“What you in here doin’ to my niece?” he joked trying to lighten the mood. JR staggered further into the room. “What’s wrong wit my lil baybeh?” He cooed as he took Iman from your arms.

“She’s teething and sleepy so she’s fussy.” Y/N mumbled letting out a heavy sigh.

       JR cradled her in his muscular arms as Iman clung to him beginning to calm down. He was practically the same build as Erik. The idea of her possibly missing her father crossed your mind, and by no means were you intending to keep her from Erik, but taking her back to him was out of the question. You weren’t sure if he was in the right mental space and seeing his face only made you angry.

       You stood up from the bed briskly walked over to the adjoining bathroom shutting the door. You couldn’t resist the urge to vomit any longer. It was starting to make you feel physically weak. What more could you possibly throw up when you haven’t even brought yourself to so much even eat a grape in six hours? Your body was giving up all it had to give, and at this point it was only bile. You clung to the porcelain toilet wondering if this was all a test of faith. Why was everything falling apart? Why was this pregnancy so hard? Better yet, why was life so hard right now? How come you couldn’t be home with a supportive and faithful husband like believed he was at some point?

“She ain’t the only fussy one wit all that yelling you was doing at her Daddy.” JR mumbled as you walked back into the room collapsing on the bed.

“You heard all that? Sorry.” You knew you probably didn’t even need to apologize, but who really wants to come home to a bunch of drama that has nothing to do with them. JR waved you off with a nonchalant look.

“Don’t worry about. Take it easy though. You look…dehydrated.”

“Are you calling me thirsty?” You retorted with cut eyes.

“No nigga! You literally look dehydrated like you need Gatorade or coconut water. It’s some in the fridge.” JR shook his head as he readjusted Iman in his arms laying her head on his shoulder. Iman’s wails had settled to a soft whine by now.

“Thanks but I doubt that I could stomach either of those.”

“Is that normal? Being pregnant and all? That shit seem like a bad hangover and virus combined.”

“I don’t really know. I didn’t go through this with Iman. I had some cramping and nausea but this is just…ugh... Wassup? You getting ready to have a baby I don’t know about?”

“Hell nah. My niece and future nephews are enough. I got a good five to ten years before I let somebody trap me.” He shrugs.

“Excuse me? You don’t know if I’m having a boy or not. And you said nephews with an S. You trynna make me sicker something?”

“I’m just concerned with your health. It got my twin senses doing weird shit. Maybe you should try to see your doctor before your appointment? I’m trynna tell you, you’re super sick cuz you having triplets. What you gone do with four kids under 2?” JR commented earning an eye roll.  Here he goes with the twin sense stuff. Sure it’s a real thing but JR could be a bit dramatic.

“I’m NOT having triplets. Are you crazy?” JR smacks his teeth.

“I’m not crazy but me and niecey gone take a nap on the couch. If you still lookin’ like you getting ya ass whooped from the inside out in a hour, then I’m taking you to the hospital.”

4 hours later

           After enduring an hour wait in the emergency room waiting room, you had been pricked and probed too much for your liking. The past few hours consisted of countless tests and tubes of blood being drawn. You were already reluctant about going to the hospital in the first place. You would have rather gone to your regular OBGYN, but your brother insisted on taking you to the ER tonight. There was no doubting that you needed to see a doctor. How you were feeling was not the least bit normal and it was only getting worse.  

       It seemed like the nurses were more interested in your brother than what you were going through. Being that he is in the NFL, the attention was something he’d grown accustomed to. You on the other hand didn’t care. You almost snapped on one nurse who was so insistent on smiling in JR’s face, that she incorrectly inserted the IV in your arm four times. If you weren’t toting a sleeping Iman in your other arm, you probably would’ve caused a scene. At that point, JR excused himself from the room taking Iman with him. He stated that he wanted to give you privacy and limit the distractions.

           Hyperemesis Gravidarum was what the on duty physician diagnosed you with. Hyperemesis Gravidarum is a rare condition that causes sever uncontrollable nausea, vomiting, and dehydration. You stared down at your slightly protruding belly as the doctor continued to explain what the condition was. Your vision blurred as your eyes burned and your ears began to feel hot. You tried to process what the doctor was telling you but the sound of your heartbeat and breathing seemed to be battling over his voice. From what you could gather is that he was deeply concerned that you developed the condition with this pregnancy especially since it wasn’t your first. If it concerned him, it surely scared the hell out of you.

“I’d like to do an ultrasound now to make sure everything it alright with the baby. We gotta take care of mommy and baby.” He said while holding out a Kleenex box and using his free hand to pat your knee. He called over a technician who wheeled over the ultrasound machine.

“What if it’s not?” Your voice became small, almost child like. Fear was starting to get the best of you. You went through a miscarriage before and didn’t want to face another one.

“We’re going to stay hopeful, Y/N. Something tells me I know a possible answer for this condition. The circumstances can vary…” He said as he turned on the ultrasound machine before pouring the cool gel on your lower abdomen. The doctor placed the device against your abdomen causing you to slightly jump due to its warm surface catching you off guard.

           The crackling of static when the device touched your stomach was followed by the blaring rapid heartbeats offsetting each other. The doctor turned the monitor to give you a better view of the screen. Moving the device around, the doctor zoomed into a particular area. He studied the monitor and his once stoic facial expression cracked with a glint of satisfaction. Your line of sight moved from the provider’s face to the monitor before the two of you. You froze, blinking a few times to be sure you were seeing correctly. Your breathing became shallow as you opened your mouth to speak then immediately closing it. Is this really happening?  You sat there wide-eyed trying to take in this moment.

“Is that—are those—“ You attempted to ask before the doctor cut you off nodding.

“Congratulations Mommy! Looks like you’re having twins with very strong heartbeats might I add.” He announced with a smile. “Which is what I thought was triggering your condition. Would you like us to bring in the proud papa and big sister from the waiting room?”

You lowered your head shaking it as uncontrollable tears began to pour down your face. You couldn’t quite understand your own emotions.  Are you happy? Are you upset? You should be happy… right?

“H-He’s not the dad. He’s my twin brother.” You stuttered.

“How exciting! A twin having twins!” A young nurse perked up with a smile in attempts to lighten the mood. You offered her a soft smile as you wiped your eyes. There was still an obvious presence of your lack of enthusiasm.

“Are you okay Y/N?” The doctor inquired with a concerned expression, for which you simply nodded. “There are options you can discuss with your assigned OBGYN. You’re still in your first trimester, which is a trying time for a multiples pregnancy. We have a few pamphlets here that might help, but don’t hesitate to inquire about any of your concerns.”

“I understand. I’ll discuss it with her.” You said just above a whisper.

“Great, now let’s get these fluids hooked back up to your IV. I’m writing you a prescription to hopefully help with the nausea and excessive vomiting. I think you should stay overnight for observation. We really need to get a handle on your dehydration.” He stated while typing into the computer.

        Great, now you had to stay in the hospital. Who could watch Iman until your discharged? It was pretty late in the evening and JR is having an early start the next day. Your mom wasn’t exactly your greatest support system. Your grandma adored Iman but you know that Iman can be a bit of a busy body for her. You could call Nakia but there was a chance that T’Challa would tell Erik you were in the hospital. That was the last thing you wanted. They were still the best candidates. You could hardly find a baby sitter for one child, what were you going to do with three? How were you going to handle being single mother with three kids? Life comes at you fast.

       You closed your eyes for a moment laying your head back against the observation bed. You were starting to feel nauseous again. You opened them looking at the empty chair next to where the doctor placed pictures from the ultrasound with markings for baby a, and baby b. Underneath the ultrasound were the pamphlets for the options he hinted at earlier. Your hands began to sweat as you reached for them. You stared blankly at the one on top.

“It’s my body right…”

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[knives-out20]

Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 4

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,

Notes: Welcome to Part 4! I really hope you guys are enjoying the series so far.

The following morning, Karmel found himself outside a covert CIA research base with the people he had only become acquainted with the previous day. He looked at the front of the building from inside Moira's car, ignoring the thoughts brewing inside his mind with Erik sitting so closely beside him. Karmel opened the door and got out, leaving it open for Erik, who nodded at him. He spared Erik a quick smile, hands balling into fists because he hated how he was getting so worked up over a man. Karmel stood between Charles and Erik glancing over at the latter.

"Welcome to my facility" the agent spoke."My mission has been to investigate the application of the paranormal powers in military defense" he explained, leading the way towards the front door. 

Erik lagged behind, Karmel doing so as well but trying to stay discreet about it, like he would when chewing gum on the job."Or offense.”

"Or offense" Karmel and Erik spoke in unison, looking at each other after it happened.

Charles raised his eyebrows, turning away to let them have their moment.

"Karmel, correct?"

"Yea. You're Erik, right?" Karmel asked, as if he didn't already know. He happened to have spent the past night beating himself up over the strange feelings and thoughts he received when Erik came to mind. 

Erik nodded.

”I, uh, I like your leather jacket” Karmel complimented.”I have a black one kinda like it.”

”I know, you’re wearing it” Erik pointed out.

Karmel looked down at it; he was indeed wearing the same black leather jacket from the day before.”So I am” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed for forgetting.

Erik turned away.

"This guy Shaw, Schmidt, whatever you wanna call him, he's working with the Russians. We might need your help to stop him."

"Marvelous" Charles commented, looking around."So we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?"

The agent paused."Something like that."

They group was led inside the building, into a huge room and in front of an on-display plane of some sort. There, they met a young worker with small glasses and a thin-built frame.

"It's a supersonic" the worker clarified, as Karmel stood between Erik and Raven."The most advanced plane ever built. You should see it in real life, it's incredible."

"Hank, these are the special recruits I was telling you about" the agent introduced, gesturing to the mutants at his side."This is Hank McCoy, one of our most talented young researchers."

Karmel instinctively crossed his arms, nodding in greeting.

"How wonderful," Charles smiled, quick to approach Hank and shake his hand."Another mutant, already here, why didn't you say?" He asked, turning to the agent, unaware of the faltering smile on Hank's face.

Karmel noticed."Shit..." He breathed.

"Say what?" The agent looked confused.

That's when the light bulb in Charles' mind turned on."Because you don't know-" he shakily breathed, turning back to Hank."I am so, so terribly sorry" Charles apologized, gaze going soft.

Hank shook his head shyly.

The agent approached him slowly."Hank?" He called.

"You didn't ask, so I didn't tell."

"So your mutation is what?" Raven piped up, coming forward, "you're super smart?"

"I'll say. Hank here graduated Harvard at the age of fifteen" Charles hummed.

"I wish that's all it was" Hank muttered, Karmel leaning back where he stood as everyone, except for Erik and himself, crowded around Hank.

Erik nudged him."Karmel."

Karmel instantly looked over."Yea-?" He answered a little too quickly. Karmel cleared his throat, shifting a bit."Hmm?" He hummed instead, arms still crossed."Calm down, you're a man, he's a man. These feelings don't exist" Karmel thought to himself, wondering why Charles glanced over at him.

"Thank you for your mutation last night. Being pressed up against a stranger while soaking wet...wasn't pleasant, but I can’t really think of any easier way we could've gotten out of the water there" Erik spoke, looking Karmel up and down.

Karmel shrugged, fighting back a blush and a smile."I was simply doing what Charles told me to. But..." he went to fix his tie, "no problem, Erik."

"You can control them quite well."

"If you're who whipped those chain-links yesterday, I gotta say the same about you" Karmel chuckled, turning back over to him. He repeated his earlier thoughts, reminding himself that Erik was simply being nice: nothing more.

"You Jewish?"

"That obvious?"

Erik shrugged."Many Jews I know happen to have surnames ending in '-stein'. A trend of some sort."

Karmel chuckled."Guilty, I guess. How 'bout you?" He asked, noticing when Erik tensed."If- If you don't wanna answer that, that's fine-" Karmel told.

"No, it's just..." He sighed and glanced at his wrist, "being Jewish hasn't landed me anywhere nice in the past."

"I could say the same on my parents' behalf. I'm not a fan of rocks" Karmel turned away.

Erik looked over at Karmel, eyebrows furrowing. He decided against further questioning, attention back on the group gawking over Hank's feet mutation.

Hank jumped up, his big feet gripping onto a wing of the plane.

Karmel pushed himself off of the railing, following Erik's slow steps over to further inspect Hank's mutation.

"Ta-da" Hank sheepishly told, as Raven approached him.

"Jeez..." Karmel breathed.

"I know" Erik agreed, hand accidentally brushing against Karmel's.

"Sorry-"

"My mistake" Erik glanced down, though neither of them stepped away from the other.

***

That night, Karmel stood at the front entrance of the base. He leaned against the wall, taking swig after sip of a bottle of gin. Karmel felt he was in dire need of a moment alone with the cool winds...and a bottle of gin, his favourite alcohol. He did not expect to hear the front doors open, nor did he expect to see Erik rush passed, carrying a suitcase. Karmel wiped his mouth on his sleeve, pushing himself off the wall and stepping onto the pavement."From what I know about you, I'm surprised you've managed to stay this fucking long" he spoke, Erik freezing in his tracks.

Erik slowly turned around, Karmel taking another cool step towards him."What do you know about me?" He asked."Are you drinking-?" Erik then asked, squinting.

"Yea. Gin's my favourite. It also calms me down." Karmel closed his eyes, repressing down the ways Erik's voice made him feel. He took a sip of his gin."Everything Charles had the audacity to tell me...for some reason" Karmel hummed in thought, shaking his head to regain his attention on the- devastatingly- good-looking mutant.

"Then you and him would know to stay out of my head."

"Oh, no, Charles does all the mind games, that lil’ fucker. The extent of my powers are these bad boys" Karmel corrected, slowly raising a hand. 

Vines emerged from the bushes, one wrapping around his gin bottle to hold it, another vine twisting the cap back on. 

Karmel grinned for a moment, eyebrows raised proudly. He glanced down at the suitcase.

Erik looked at them, turning back around to continue walking away from the base.

"I'm sorry, Erik, but Charles informed me that he knows what Shaw did to you" Karmel slightly outstretched an arm, as if reaching out to stop him; but he was too far away. He couldn't bring himself to make his vines grab Erik and physically stop him, for them to wrap around him and hold him like a doll. Karmel took the advantage of Erik stopping to walk a few more steps towards him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets of his leather jacket."He felt your agony, and needed me to fish you guys out of the water. He can help you- we, can help you. Each other, too" Karmel planted most of his weight onto his hind leg, not complaining about the view he had from behind Erik. But, he was sure to cuss himself out for feeling like this, later.

Erik stayed silent, and didn't even move. He then huffed, turning to face Karmel."I don't need Charles' help.”

"Beware, it goeth before the fall, Erik. And Charles' help, sure, but you'll probably want mine. When was the last time you interacted with a Jewish man of your kind, with, I'm assuming, similar morals?" Karmel questioned, looking around at the vines bobbing behind him."You think I’m all for Charlie’s sunshine-rainbows co-existing fantasy?” He scoffed.”If you don’t want his help, you’ll at least want mine.”

“I don’t need your help, either.”

“Don't kid yourself, Erik, you very well needed my fucking help in the waters last night, you even thanked me for it, earlier." Karmel felt himself grow heated with the way Erik was looking at him, and hated it."You're men" he thought, "fucking control yourself."

Erik didn't answer, looking down in thought.

"That's what I thought" Karmel chuckled."It's not just Charles you're walking away from. Not just me either, Erik" he advanced towards Erik."Charles told me that here, you have the chance to become something much bigger than yourself" Karmel explained, stopping again.”As dim-witted as it sounds, I’m as in as I can be Especially if it’s with you- with- with someone like me.”

Erik blinked.”I always thought I was alone” he confessed.

"You’re not alone, Erik.” Karmel shook his head, a certain sureness in his blue eyes that shone despite the night sky dimming their surroundings.”You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone again.”

Silence followed, until Karmel spoke up once more.

“I won't stop you from leaving" Karmel's heart hurt as he said that, viciously grabbing the gin bottle and opening it. He took a much-needed chug, since he desperately wanted to stop Erik from leaving, but refused to acknowledge why."Believe me on that. I know what it's like to be forced to do something you don't wanna do. I know what it's like to hide something you don't wanna hide. I know what it's like to be angry, and not in control, Erik. But, still..." Karmel took another sip."I won't stop you from leaving. Physically, with my vines, I could. I also want to, really” he blinked his gaze away, looking down sadly.

Erik kept staring at him, gears slowly turning in his head.

“Charles stopped me, but I don’t fucking know if he was in my head controllin’ me while doing it or not. See those footprints?” Karmel asked, pointing over at a bush he was standing beside, just about an hour ago. He remembers, word-for-word, everything Charles and him said to each other in that hour, when Karmel was sure he was set on getting outta there and going back home to his mansion. Getting Erik out of his head, and these despicable (to Karmel) thoughts about him.

Erik turned his head, seeing semi-fresh footprints in the mud. He looked back over at Karmel, at the bits of dirt visible on his shoes.

Karmel looked down at his shoes.”But I won’t stop you.” He slowly started to walk backwards."Think about if you want me to be the only mutant to show the world what Jewish people are really made of" he called, waving his bottle of gin."Shaw has got friends. You could do with some, as far as I can tell. Friends of your own kind, even" Karmel forced himself to turn back around, vines retreating from back where they came from."Don't tame your demons, Erik: always keep them on a leash."

Erik watched him go, the two Jewish mutants blissfully unaware of the fact that Charles listened to- and watched- the whole thing from a window of the base.

Charles smiled softly at Karmel walking back into the building, smile growing when he saw Erik walk in pretty soon after.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission I Chapter 3

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

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N: A longggg time ago a lovely anon came in my inbox spitting an idea, and my ass finally got around to making it happen.  It’s a lil modified, but I hope y’all still enjoy it nonetheless.  Thank you anon for your brilliance!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

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

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You sigh, twirling the forkful of salad around in your fingers as you stare off into space, lost in thought.  Ranch dressing drips off a piece of lettuce onto your tupperware lid, splattering a little onto the table, but you don’t even notice, your mind entirely somewhere else.

“Hello?”

The voice of your best friend, Nichelle, filters through to your brain, and you irritatedly bring your mind back to the present, unhappy to be interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Damn girl! You was zoned tf out! What the hell you thinking about that got your ass stuck like that!?” She interrogates you, her eyes squinted in suspicion.  While you normally wouldn’t have wasted anytime telling her about one of the many sex daydreams you regularly found yourself having, the one between you, Erik, and a certain little razor wasn’t one you were willing to share this time.

This one was your own naughty little secret, made even more special by the fact that this time it was an actual memory rather than a fantasy.

Clearing your throat, you wave her off.

“Nothing girl, just thinking about work,” you lie, popping the salad into your mouth and chewing.

“…Uh huh.” She grunts, not buying it. “All I know is, don’t nobody ever catch me thinking bout work with a smile on my face and biting my lip. You must got some bomb ass benefits girl,” Picking up her own fork she eats a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head at you.

Your nostrils flare and you bring your hand to your mouth to keep food from flying out of it as you snort, laughing from being caught.  You didn’t even realize your face was out here exposing you like that.

“Mind your business, bitch,” you tell her after swallowing, reaching over to grab your tea and take a sip.

“I’m just sayin, if you gone be out here reliving your sexcapades you can at least try not to eyefuck the table while you do it.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you’re grateful this time there wasn’t anything in your mouth because you immediately giggle at her statement.

“Shut the hell up Chelle, damn.” You whisper as your eyes shift around the small outdoor cafe to make sure no one else overheard. “Besides, don’t you have your own man and kinky sex dreams you should be thinking about? Stop being so damn nosy.” You fuss at her, angling your fork before stabbing into her pasta and stealing some.

“Girl I would except that nigga not here” Her head falls back and she grumbles, her face sulking.  “He’s in Georgia at some stupid work ‘thing’, which means I don’t get any dick until next Friday. That’s why I gotta live vicariously through you bitch! Now pleaseee, tell me something, I’m dying over here.”

She gives you a sad puppydog look, poking out her lips at you.

You roll your eyes. “Girl you know that shit don’t work on me.  Why don’t you just FaceTime Brian and tell him you’re horny? Isn’t phone sex y’all’s thing?” You take some more pasta, savoring the delicious Cheesecake Factory takeout.

Blowing a raspberry, she leans her head on her fist.  “We had to stop doing that after he answered the phone with his mom in the car.”

“Wait, WHA-“

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. Anyway,” She waves her hand as if waving the cringey memory away. “How have you and Erik been?  I know y’all probably been fucking nonstop since you got your tests back, huh? Ol bowlegged ass,” she eyes you coyly with a knowing smirk that says ‘I know what y’all been doing’.

You chuckle yet again at your hilarious friend, so thankful for her ability to always keep you laughing.

“Actually, we haven’t been fucking, thank you very much. My broke ass lungs made sure of that.”  You tell her the story of how you almost choked and died from seeing Erik’s dick, and when she finally stopped cackling at you she grabbed your hand, patting the back of it.

“Oh you poor, poor bitch,” Her face turned down into a faux look of pity.  “You might as well reserve your burial plot now because from the looks of it your ass not gonna survive him dicking you down.”

You snatch your hand from hers, glaring at her.

“I mean let’s be honest here,” she continues, ignoring you, “your ass talk a lot of shit, so you’re mad trippin if you don’t think he won’t obliterate your walls given the first opportunity.”

You pick up your phone, opening your messages while you let her words go in one ear and out the other. It was bad enough you had to live with the knowledge that the mere sight of seeing Erik naked had you hyperventilating, you didn’t need to think of what other ridiculous responses your body would have once he actually started putting use to it.

She continues roasting you as you click on a new message from Erik, seeing a link to a video attached.  A message accompanies it.

Put in your headphones before you watch.

You fish your earbuds out of your purse, completely ignoring your friend now.  Clicking them into the audio plug, you put the buds in your ears before clicking on the link.

The video starts with a view of Erik sitting at what looks like his home office desk, clad in a red T-shirt and a pair of black sweats.  The top of his face is cut off, but you can tell its him by the signature keloids sprinkled over his arms and the telltale smirk on his face displaying his gold fronts, letting you know he was up to no good.

“Hi baby, I miss you today,” the audio plays, and you hear his smooth voice bleed into your ears, sounding so sensual.  You almost forget that it’s a video and respond back, wanting to talk to him and tell him you miss him too.

“I can’t wait till you get home, but I wanted to show you something first before you got here.”

He pushes himself away from the desk, rolling back in his chair, and you’re able to see more of his lap now that it’s uncovered.  Lifting his shirt, he takes the bottom of it and tucks it between his teeth, giving you a peep of his uncovered chest and the long thin gold chain hanging under his shirt.

Leaning a little bit closer, your eyes focus on his belly button, thinking you see something odd there when he takes both his hands and pushes his sweats down, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock standing at full attention, the head of which stops just below his navel.

Your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide, completely entranced by the view of your man stripping down for you.  You watch as he takes one of his hands and grabs his heavy member, beginning a slow stroke from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist over the head.  

You feel a slow wetness start to leak from your pussy, and you shift your legs in your seat, not wanting it to seep past your panties.  

Erik continues pumping himself, taking in a ragged breath and speaking to you again.

“You see what you got me doing, princess?” He groans as his hand reaches its peak again, picking up the pace as he continues pleasuring himself.  “I can’t wait till you get home so Daddy can teach you how to touch him. I just need your hands on me babygirl,” He sucks in a breath, moaning as his head falls back. “And that mouth. Fuckkk…”

You lick your lips and swallow as spit fills your mouth, desperately wishing you could climb through the screen and into his lap right now.

Your fingers feel the side of your phone, looking for the volume button to turn it up when you hear something behind you.

“DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Nichelle’s loud ass voice scares the shit out of you and you drop your phone, you earbuds snapping unplugged as it clatters to the ground, and the sounds of Erik moaning at top volume fill the outside patio.

You scramble to pick it up, grateful that other than you two and another single patron in the corner, nobody was really around to hear it.  Flipping your phone to silent, you exhale a deep breath before turning your burning gaze to your friend.

“What the hell!! You scared the fuck out of me! Why is your ass behind me anyway?!” you yell at her, your heart still beating out of your chest.

“You were ignoring me hoe! But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me his dick looked like that?” She points back at your phone screen at the paused video.

You press the home button, exiting out of the video player and dropping your phone in your bag. You growl as you start packing your stuff up, dumping your unfinished lunch into your lunch bag.

“I swear Niche, if you were anyone else I’d be cursing your ass out right now, you’re lucky its you.”  

She stops you and pulls you into a hug, one you grumbly accept as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise, but your face looked so shocked I wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You couldn’t totally be upset about that, given that had it been any other time you’d have probably showed her whatever it was that had your eyes bugging out of your head. Too bad this time it ended up being a home video of Erik.

You shake her off, pushing her away.  “Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going home, I’mma see you later.”  You grab your stuff, leaning over to kiss Nichelle on the cheek before heading out.

“Where you going? You just gonna leave me here?” She calls after you.

“Did you not see the same video I did? I’m going HOME.” You yell back at her over your shoulder, laughing loudly.

“Try not to choke!” She calls after you, cheering you on as you rush yourself to the car.

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Warnings: Baby Smut

[usamey]

🎫 here’s a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers

HON HON HON!! why, thank you, my good sir/madam/liege!!

lmao this became less of an f/o gush and more of an episode gush

TLDR: Erik says trans rights and Melissa is a super-cute badass who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles and I LOVE HER SO MUCH

In the Shore Leave episode, Melissa plays this super badass pirate captain and she’s like “you guys are sissies!! lets go pee out windows and seduce women and beat each other up!!!” and just- exhibits traditionally ‘masculine’ behavior

and Erik is like “oh no! my sweet princess angel honey pie! you can’t do that! that’s for bOyS!!” and signs her up for Fairy Princess School

BUT FAIRY PRINCESS SCHOOL IS ACTUALLY THIS CHILD LABOR CAMP AND THEY EXPLOIT KIDS AND THE CAMP LADY YELLED AT MELISSA AND I CRIED SO HARD BUT ANYWAYS

and so Melissa, being the badass that she is sets a fire in the faculty lounge and walks out of there with explosions behind her and just🥺🥺🥺🥺 my lil sister is so cute, wreaking havoc like i taught her to💕

AND THEN COACH SHOWS UP IN HIS CAR AND HES LIKE “get in.😎” AND THEY PEEL OUT AND ITS JUST SO GREAT!!!!! also ive developed a coping mechanism out of this where it’s like- whenever i get either panicky or dysphoric, i like to imagine coach just pulling up and being like “get in loser we’re going shopping”

ANYWAYS then they go to a lil diner and they have milkshakes and it’s so so cute and i love them so much PLEASE ITS SO IDYLLIC IM YEARNING SO MUCH

and then Erik apologizes for forcing her into gender roles and lets her be as masculine as she wants to be and it’s a happily ever after and im getting all misty eyed-

and!!!! Erik said he went through a whole gender-bender so like- Trans Erik!!!!

it’s just nice to know that they’d accept you the way you are. like em is non-binary and it’s comforting that the fam is totally cool with whatever gender they wanna be

IN SUMMARY: I love this episode to bits and Me and Melissa are gonna be enby icons!😤

[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Characters: Erik x reader, Bucky x reader

Summary: Erik and Bucky come to save you.

Word Count: 5703

Warnings: Sexual assault and sex trafficking (Plesse don’t read if they’re triggers for you even though it does not go into depth.) Violence and a little torture

A/N: no keep reading link since I’m on mobile.

You awoke with a pounding headache, it was worst than the time you were matching drink for drink with Steve. Whatever room you were in the air was freezing and it didn’t help that Marcus or whoever he was working with left you in your lingerie set.

As you were coming to, you heard a murmur of voices. You got up to investigate where the voices were coming from. With each closer step you heard a bunch of:

‘She’s up’

‘She’s coming’

‘Is that Y/N’

‘Isn’t she an avenger’

When you found the voices, they belong to a group of women, scratch that not all of them were women. The youngest seemed to be about 11. All of them were in skimpy shorts and crop tops. Judging from their outfits, your new environment, and your abduction you just got caught in a fucking sex trafficking ring. Great, Bucky and Erik weren’t going to let you out your sight after this.

A young girl with big doe eyes tentatively walked to you.”Are you here to save us? You’re Y/N, the avenger, right?” Her eyes were filled with hope and you didn’t want to tell her the truth and break her heart but you also didn’t want to lie to her and give her false hope.

You didn’t know if it was luck or not but a girl who looked like life hardened her answered for you. “Does she look like she’s here to save us? She’s for sell just like us!”

To make yourself smaller you kneeled down to the other girl’s level. “She’s right. I’m here against my will. But, I got some powerful friends and they’ll find us sooner than later.”

Suddenly, you heard a loud slam of a door and the clicking of heels against the tile floor. A man in a full Armani suit was surrounded by his bodyguards appeared. He seem like the type of man to brag about his accomplishments and flaunt his wealth, especially with women. And if they didn’t do as he asked, he’ll call them anything but a child of God.

“I see that you met your new roommates,” the man stated smugly.

Already tired of the bullshit you punched ole dude in his smug face. In return you received a kick in the gut that caused you to fall to the ground.

Armani suit bent down and jerked your chin so you could look into his emotionless eyes. “They were already ordered not to hit you in the face. We don’t want to damage our money maker.”

“You’re really selling me and these girls? Oh, you don’t know what trouble you just got yourself into asshole.”

“Trouble? I don't think so. You’re gonna be worth more than all of them combined. Someone as beautiful and strong as you. You’re gonna make me a rich man.”

“Let’s say if you get the chance to sell me, you’re not gonna live long enough to spend it. My dad’s a senator, my uncles are War Machine and Ironman, my best friends are Captain America and Black Widow, and my boyfriends are the two most ruthless killers ever. I’m starting to feel bad for you bro.” You shrugged at the man and smirked.

“I knew you were a little slut.” He gripped your face harder to the point you thought he would break some of your teeth and then he gave you a bruising kiss. In return you head butted him, which he seemed to enjoy from his evil chuckle. “I wish I could keep you for myself. Do you know what’s the most satisfying thing about my job?”

“I don’t know. You get your tiny dick sucked? You must be overcompensating for something,” you sneered.

The big bad grabbed your hand and put it on his rather unimpressive hard on.”I assure you I’m not overcompensating for anything.” Great, not only were you kidnapped by an asshole but he was delusional as well.

“Anyway, my favorite thing about my job is dousing out fires. Now, your average sex trafficker wants to get easy girls. Girls who won’t put up fight. But me personally, I like it when my girls got fight in em, because I enjoy putting them out. I love when a break down a girl and make her submit. The more fight she had the better. And you, Ms. Y/L/N are one of the strongest women I ever had and to bend you to my will until I submit,” he took a deep inhale and palmed himself. “I would pay good money for that, but you’re the product and I can’t make money if I use my own product. But no worries, there are buyers out there with similar viewpoints as mines and they’ll pay a pretty penny for you. So, I’m not scared because I’ll have enough money in the world not to worry about your friends and family.”

As Armani suit gave his bad guy monologue, you found a random pipe on the floor behind you. Despite your better judgement you grabbed the pipe and whacked the smug smirk off your captors face. “I’m glad you like your girls with fight because I gotta whole lotta fight in me.”

When he faced you, you finally saw the anger in him instead of that giddiness he had earlier. “Make sure you don’t hit her in the face. Remember that’s our money maker, but everything else is fair game.” While he ordered his men to do their worst his eyes never left yours until he exited the room.

Soon as their boss left, the goons started pounding at you. Some used their fists, some used their feet, some used the butt of a gun, and some used a pipe. No matter what they were using, pain reverberated throughout your body. Although, you were in immense pain you refused to give these monsters the satisfaction of your screams in pain, so you suffered in silence. The only thing that could be heard were their grunts and vile words towards you. It wasn’t until you blacked out with thoughts of Bucky and Erik saving you were you able to escape the pain.

——

Charles automatically noticed something was wrong when you didn’t show for the family photo shoot. Even though you hated doing things like these you were always 30 minutes early, just in case someone needed help with something. So when his baby girl wasn’t there when he got there, he ordered his crazy daughter, Casey to track you down.

That was two days ago and there was still no word from you. HPD inform your parents that they couldn’t find Marcus, who you were last seen with and now he was officially a person of interest.

The whole family was gathered in the living room with the Wakandans, James Warren, Tony, Rhodey, and Detective Johnson from HPD.

“We have an update on your daughter’s case,” the detective informed the Y/L/N family as he handed a folder to your father.

His knees buckled once he saw what was inside. It was photos of you in your lingerie, posed for sell. The pictures got worse as he saw all the bruises on your body.

Your mother got a look as well and she instantly wailed. “Who would do this to my baby?”

Tired of being in the dark, Erik took the photos from your dad. When he saw them he was fuming and he knew just who to blame.

Throwing the photos at Bucky, Erik stormed towards Bucky and sucker punched him.”Its your fault! I was stupid enough to listen to you and let her go to that damn auction! Now look, Barnes she’s caught in a sex trafficking ring!”

Everyone except the Wakandans perked up at the mention of Barnes. “Bucky Barnes?” Tony and your mom questioned.

Bucky was outed now, so he took the nano mask off. “I’m just as pissed as you, Stevens and I blame myself more than you ever could.” Then Bucky turned his gaze towards Tony and your mom, “But all of you have a choice. You either can turn me in over duty or some personal vendetta or you let me be Winter Soldier and bring our girl home and kill those sons of bitches.”

Regrettably, Tony conceded to Bucky. He was far too worried about you to get back at Bucky and he knew how much those bastards needed to pay and the Winter Soldier was what they needed.

“Who took those photos,” Rhodey asked gravelly.

“We believe it’s Richard Dominguez. He just took over the Dominguez crime family and expanded into sex trafficking, which his recently deceased father was against.” Detective Johnson informed the room.

“What about this Marcus nigga?” Erik asked. He was ready to kill someone and if he couldn’t get to Dominguez then Marcus would have to do.

The detective felt uncomfortable under Erik’s murderous gaze. “Umm...we can’t find him.”

“Then what the fuck you niggas good for? Oh wait never mind y’all good for killing innocent black people.”

“Cousin!” T’Challa admonished his younger cousin.

Erik just shrugged his shoulders because he believed he told no lie. He looked at Shuri and nodded his head at her. “Lil cuz, can you find this Marcus dude if we give you his picture?”

Shuri looked at Erik as if he grew a second head. Did he know who he was talking to?”

“My bad, cuz,” Erik quickly apologized once he saw the look on Shuri’s face. “Can you find him quickly is what I meant to ask.”

“Give me the picture and I’ll tell you his last location within 30 minutes, cousin,” the Wakandan princess stated.

Detective Johnson handed a photo of Marcus to Shuri and she promptly went to work.

---

Everything hurt. You were sure that you had a couple of broken ribs. The girls took turns looking after you and in that time they told you who held the group captive. It was some dude named Richard Dominguez and he was fairly new to the game.

The door squealed open and the girls hid in their respective corners. You thought it was Dominguez coming to gloat about the offers he got for you, but it was a woman instead. She reminded you of a Kim Kardashian wannabe. Nothing on the woman was real. Her ass was disproportionate to her thighs, her lips looked as if they were stung by bees, and her tan was so dark that she was nearly the same color as you.

“So, you’re the one my husband can’t shut up about. He keeps on talking about your beauty, but from where I’m standing, darling, you ain’t that beautiful.” The woman sneered at you as she inspected you.

If her physical appearance didn’t put you off, her attitude did the job for you. Annoyed with the woman you sighed, “Don’t tell me your ok with this? And please don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Ok? Sweetie, I’m ecstatic with anything that allows me to afford my lifestyle. I would sell my own grandmother if it meant I could live like this. Honey, why would I ever be jealous of you?”

What a delusional one this chick was. You laughed at her and proceeded to read her. “Listen, sweetie, ummm, everything on your body is predominantly features of a black woman and under all that tanning lotion, you’re clearly not a black woman. You literally just came in here and called me ugly for having the same features you have that your plastic surgeon did a botch job on.”

You stood up face to face with Dominguez’s wife and even in your diminished shape she was frightened by you. “I bet your bitchass husband is fantsizing about me while he’s fucking you,” a look of embrassement from the woman confirmed your hunch and you contined. “I’m gonna go as far and say he called out my name on accident. Man, it must suck to be you.”

The wannabe was in tears by now and she ran out the room. Usually, you wouldn’t revel in the fact that a husband was mentally cheating on his wife, but since she was compliant, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

Once again the door creaked open and this time it was Dominguez and he was pissed. He stormed towards you and punched you in the gut. “You made my wife upset, you little cunt! Be glad that you are of value to me or you be dead.”

You knew Dominguez didn’t care about his wife, but she must’ve gave him an earful and that set him off. Holding yourself back, you smirked at the man. “I don’t know what’s worse for you. Me getting to you and killing you or the Winter Soldier and Killmonger killing you. Either way you end up dead and you better pray that nothing happens to me, because those two I mentioned are nothing nice to play with.”

All the blood drained from Dominguez’s face when you mentioned the Winter Soldier. He didn’t know about Killmonger, but he didn’t sound fun and now suddenly he was fearing for his life.

His silence stuck with you and you knew you had him. You decided to taunt Dominiguez some more. “Remember when I said boyfriends? I was talking about them. So, even if I end up getting sold, you won’t be spending any of the money.”

Richard continued to keep his mouth shut as he tried to calmly exit the room. When he was outside the door, he ordered his head of security to hire more guards in case the Winter Soldier came looking for him. Now he had to get rid of you much quicker than he would like to, because he refused to be a victim of the infamous Winter Soldier.

---

Shuri came through and she was able to locate Marcus in 15 minutes instead of 30, and the team had him in their custody no less than 45 minutes.

Bucky was sharpening his knife trying to calm himself before interrogating Marcus when Tony approached him. “I know you hate me, Stark, but I love Y/N, so don’t be mad at her when we get her back. She was just doing what she believed what was right by protecting me.”

Tony held back his disdain for Bucky. He had to admit that he admired how fiercely Bucky wanted to fight for you. “Barnes, I’m not here to fight you. Y/N would whoop my ass if I did right now. I just wanted to say I appreciate how you’re fighting to get her back and that none of this is your fault.” Bucky drew his brows in confusion at Tony’s statement. Did Stark really compliment him?

“I know. I know. It doesn’t sound like me. But you can’t fight at your best if you keep thinking its your fault that Y/N is captured. You were ok with Y/N going to the auction, because you knew she was going to do it anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over that,” Tony advised the soldier.

“Thanks.”

“I still hate you by the way. I’ll just hate you less once we get her back.” Tony effectively killed the chance of any reconciliation between the two and left the room

As Tony and Bucky were having a moment, Rhodey was talking to Erik trying to calm him down. “You can’t just go in there and start beating on the dude.”

Erik looked at Rhodey in disbelief, “Oh, I can’t? Watch me.” Erik was walking to the door that Marcus was behind and Rhodey pulled him back before he turned the handle.

“You need to calm down and do it quickly! I’m not letting you blow the only lead we have on finding my niece. Do you understand me?” This was the first time Erik seen the older man lose his cool. He heard from you how your Uncle James was always the chill one despite how crazy our mom or Uncle Tony could be. So, he knew he needed to calm down for the sake of your uncle.

“A’ight. I’m sorry, man. I just need to find her asap.”

Rhodey understood the young man’s urgency. He clapped his shoulder and warned Erik. “We need Marcus alive. The cops need someone to arrest.”

Erik caught Rhodey’s drift. He wouldn’t he able to kill Marcus but whoever was the real culprit was fair game.

When Erik finally gathered himself together he went to the door where Bucky was at and entered the room. The two killers had to school their faces as they entered the room. It smelled of bodily fluids and the heat in the room made it no better.

Marcus was sitting in the middle of the room in his own mess. He was a nervous mess because he didn’t know who kidnapped him and then the crazies had a jaguar and wolf snapping in his face.

“They miss their mom and they know you have something to do with her being missing.” Marcus instantly recognized the man talking. He was the Winter Soldier and he was casually flipping a knife around.

Soon as he recognized Bucky Barnes, Marcus soiled himself once again. Erik scrunched up his face in disgust and pinched his nose. “Really, nigga? You already pissed now you gotta shit! I bet you didn’t have that same energy when you let Y/N go.”

“Look man, I didn’t have a choice,” Marcus yelled in desperation.

Pissed off, Bucky echoed Marcus. “No choice!” Bucky kicked Marcus’s chair, causing him to fall and have Apollo and Artemis growl in his face.

“Are you really gonna let em eat him?” Erik pointed to the predators.

“They haven’t ate all day and he’s obviously no help. Is that a problem?”

“Nah, it’s chow time.” Erik broke out into a smile while Apollo and Artemis widen their jaws for their new meal.

“She’s in Huntsville! Dominguez has a bunch of land out there, but he has a small army. He’ll know you’re coming.”

“We don’t care!” Bucky yelled already texting T’Challa with the information.

Erik bent down to Marcus. “Before I rock yo shit, why did you betray her?”

Marcus was a sobbing mess by now, he feared for his life. “I had a gambling debt at one of Dominguez’s underground casinos. He said it’ll clear my debt and I could get a little extra if I help him get her. Y/N’s an Avenger, I thought she would be out by now.”

As Bucky heard Marcus’s explanation, he crushed the door knob in frustration. What kind of man traded his friend for money? He took his knife out and aimed it at Marcus and cut off the top of his ear.

Annoyed that Bucky threw the knife so close to his face, Erik reprimanded him. “You had to throw it next to my face?” Bucky nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and exited the room. Erik quickly followed Bucky after he punched Marcus to silence his wails.

Thanks to Bucky texting the intel while they were still with Marcus, Shuri had the location of Dominguez. Everyone suited up as soon as a plan was formed, even though Bucky and Erik just wanted to go in guns blazing.

“You know we don’t plan on bringing Dominguez alive.” Bucky warned your parents.

Your mother left her husband’s side and for the first time looked Bucky in the eye. “I don’t give a damn. If he’s begging for mercy, you better let him bleed out. Just bring back my baby girl.” Now Erik and Bucky understood where you got a fierceness from.

Both men gave a head nod and a yes ma’am to her and left to go save their girl.

—-

You were getting anxious. If it was just you held captive, you would’ve already escaped and killed Dominguez, but you weren’t. The other girls were your responsibility and you promised them all that you would get them out safely and alive.

“Miss. Y/N, are your friends going to save us?” Lexie, the 10 year old asked you with hope in her eyes.

“Of course, honey. They’ll be here soon. If we get lucky, we might get to see the Scarlet Witch.”

Santana being the pessimist she was told the child not to get her hopes up. You were on the verge to cuss Santana out, but you heard gunshots and the screams of Dominguez’s guards.

A smile broke out on your face, help had came. You ordered the girls to grab the shivs they made in the past days.

All of you gathered together and were approaching the door when you heard footsteps by the door. You pushed the girls behind you and got in your fighting stance.

You abandoned your stance and fell to the floor in relief when you saw Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda at the door.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Steve hugged you being mindful of your injuries. You hugged everyone else and asked Wanda where Vision was. She told you he joined Tony and should be here soon.

“This family reunion is great, but we got people shooting at us and we need to get these girls to safety,” Nat reminded everyone.

“Nat’s right. You guys get the girls out and I’ll handle Dominguez.” You offered to your former teammates.

Steve was heavily against the idea. He claimed that you would be outnumber and your injuries would be a clear disadvantage. But you weren’t hearing none of it. You needed to kill Dominguez and your friends couldn’t get caught since they were still fugitives.

In the middle of your argument with Steve, your sword Shuri made for your birthday was suddenly in your hand. Then you heard the roar of Artemis and the howl of Apollo.

You smiled at your friends. “Game time, bitches.” This time Steve didn’t argue with you when you ordered them to get the girls to safety. He knew Bucky was there to save you and nothing would get in his way.

Thanks to your sword being made out of vibranium you easily dodge bullets and sliced through Dominguez’s henchmen. Your goal was to kill your captor and everyone who helped him, and you weren’t leaving the base til you did.

Taking two stairs at a time, you ran into the master bedroom and found Dominguez’s wife frantically throwing clothes, shoes, and jewelry into a duffel bag.

“Materialistic to the end, huh?” Your chuckle halted her packing. Immediately she was begging for her life and in that moment you truly didn’t know if you would leave her alive. You asked yourself WWCAD (what would Captain America do?) and regrettably you only knocked her out with a vase.

As you were tying up Richard’s wife, he came running into the room seeking refuge. Once he spotted you, he pointed his gun at you. “Damn, I thought you would’ve killed her. She knows too much about the operation.”

Dang, this man really didn’t care about anyone except himself. “You know I would say I feel bad for her, but she’s as guilty as you are.”

“Then maybe you should give me the same punishment as her,” he tried to bargain with you.

“Too late,” you stated and then you charged the man.

Your fight ended up in the hallway and near the railing. Dominguez and you were dodging each other’s hits. You lunged to stab him, but he fell over the railing but he grabbed you to bring you with him. You were expecting to feel the coolness of the marble floor, but instead you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms.

“I got you, princess.” Tears threatened to spill out when you saw Bucky and Erik. You kissed Erik and murmur a bunch of I love you. Then you jumped out of his arms and limped towards Bucky to do the same.

Unfortunately, your reunion got cut short by the groans of Dominguez. Erik and Bucky instantly got in defense mode but you had to pull them back. As much as you understood their anger, this was your kill.

You slammed your foot into Dominguez’s chest to stop him from getting up. “Remember when I told you I didn’t know if it was worse for you if I got to you if they got to you,” you pointed towards the two soldiers. He gave no answer, but looked at you in pure hatred.

“Well, I forgot about a third option and I’m gonna go with them, cuz they’ll kill you slower than I ever could.” Confusion and then fear crossed Dominguez’s face as he saw the jaguar and wolf prowling towards him out of the shadows.

While Apollo and Artemis were snarling in his face, you bent down to his ear and whispered, “You know my favorite thing about you douchebag dudes is the fear on your face once you know you lost and how you’re gonna die soon. It’s the best feeling.” You patted his chest as you smugly mocked his first conversation he had with you.

Once you started walking away you heard the crunching and breaking of his bones and his cries of pain as Apollo and Artemis ripped into him.

The adrenaline must’ve stopped pumping through you, because you fell to the ground before either Bucky or Erik could get to you. Blood was seeping out of your stomach when the boys reached you. Each of them were yelling it wasn’t your time yet as you repeatedly told them you were sorry. Luckily, Erik managed to insert a Kimoyo bead into your wound to stop the bleeding. And once again you blacked out as you have done so many times this week.

—-

“You’re very lucky Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N based on all your daughter’s injuries she should be dead,” you heard the doctor inform your parents.

“Thank God!” Your mother praised as she sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Ummm, but is it necessary for them being here?” You could only assume that the doctor was referring to Apollo and Artemis, since you could sense their presence.

“They stay,” Erik ordered leaving no room for negotiations.

A few moments later and you felt your eyes flutter open. No one noticed that you were awake until they heard you groan in pain.

Your first words were where was Bucky and Erik.

Erik left his corner in the room and ran up to you. “Hey, princess. I’m right here and Barnes not here right now. We have too many eyes on us right now.”

Usually you would be understanding, but you didn’t feel complete until you had both men by your side. So, you pleaded with Erik to get him and he was about to comply when Secretary Ross entered your hospital room.

Automatically, you were on the defense and tried to sit up despite the pain you were in. Last time you saw Ross, you cussed him out so you doubted he would be happy to see you again.

“Y/L/N, it’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“What do you want,” you croaked out.

Ross widen his stance in an attempt to intimidate you. “We have reports from the other girls you saved and they said that Steve Rogers and the others were there helping them. Do you know where they have could’ve gone? And please don’t lie, the girls did say you did talk to Rogers.”

Your monitor was beeping quickly indicating the spike in your blood pressure. At this point, Ross was more than a thorn in your side and he was getting dangerously close to be on your kill list.

It also must’ve been your mother’s breaking point, because she jumped out of her seat and was in Ross’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me!!!” Your mama had to be furious to be cussing. You only heard her cuss a handful of times in her lifetime. “My daughter is in the damn hospital barely escaping death and you’re worried about capturing damn Captain America??? My baby girl is right, that heart attack must’ve fucked with your head more than you thought. Now I suggest you get out of this room or that wolf and jaguar are gonna have a new chew toy.”

Ross made the smart decision of leaving the room with no protests. You knew your mom could be scary, but for her to successfully threaten the Secretary of State, she earned a new level of respect from you.

“Damn, Mrs. Y/L/N remind me not to piss you off.” Erik laughed in admiration.

While looking at you and giving you a motherly caress, your mama replied to Erik. “I don’t play about my kids, even the ones who give me the most headaches. So, it’s best you and Barnes remember that.”

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement. That warning your mama gave Erik was also a seal of approval for both of them to date you. Who would’ve thought your mama would be open to you dating an assassin.

For a while you talked with your family. Shannon tried to apologize for unknowingly helping you get kidnapped, but you threatened to burn all her wigs if she tried apologizing again. That quickly got her to shut up.

The nurse came by and told everyone that visiting hours were over. Everyone left except Erik and when she tried to get him to leave, he gave her a deadly stare until she scurried off.

Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads calmed you and him. It was very possible that you wouldn’t have survived and never had the chance to see each other again.

Tears were forming in Erik’s eyes and this was the second time you saw him cry. Between sniffles Erik spoke for the first time since you two been left alone. “I almost lost you, Y/N. That scared the shit out of me. I’m about to ask T’Challa to assign a Dora to follow you when me or Barnes are not around.”

Half of you was grateful that you had a man that cared that much about you, but the other half was annoyed that you were about to get a 24 hour detail after this whole debacle. “I’m safe, E. But don’t you think it may be a little extreme to have someone watching me all the time?”

“Hell no.” Welp, there’s goes any negotiation. You didn’t have the energy to fight Erik on the topic, so you let it go for now.

Erik jokes with you for a bit to lift your spirits, but he knew eventually you would ask for Bucky again. He told you what you already suspected which was that Bucky felt guilty about your abduction and was avoiding you. You told Erik to get Bucky and tell him if he refused to come you would never speak to him again.

Within 10 minutes, Bucky was sulking in your room. Erik excused himself, knowing that you two needed this intimate moment and appreciative that he spent time with you already.

“You two seem really close now,” you pointed out to Bucky after Erik clapped his shoulder.

Seemingly nervous, his metal hand scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, when the girl you both love gets kidnapped it brings enemies closer.”

Bucky made no attempt to get near you and it broke your heart. In the time you needed him the most he refused to be there for you, but you understood it, he was still blaming himself.

“Doll, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe. I heard that Ross came by looking for intel. Someone can come by and turn me in.”

Although, it was a valid concern, you knew that wasn’t the real reason Bucky thought he shouldn’t be there. “I have my own hospital floor and Tony made sure everyone signed a NDA, so try again, Barnes.”

This time Bucky moved towards you and you could see the pain in his eyes. Hell, you practically felt the pain rolling off of him onto you.

Bucky was crying by the time he sat next to you. He laid his head on your stomach and you could feel his tears seeping through your hospital gown.

When he finally composed himself, Bucky spoke.”Fuck doll, if I hadn’t encouraged you to go to that damn auction you wouldn’t be in this damn hospital bed.”

You lifted his chin to get his attention. “I’m only gonna say this once. It’s not your fault. I was gonna go with or without your permission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to apologize, but you held up your hand to stop him. “James Buchanan Barnes if you are fixing those gifted lips of yours to apologize, I promise you I will cut off your dick and you know how much I love it, baby. You wouldn’t want to do that to me, would you, babe?”

Laughter filled the air and it was music to your ears. Bucky’s laugh was low like his voice but it held a certain lightness that Bucky must’ve retained before joining the army.

“Ok no more apologies. But you’re gonna have someone with you at all times just to make me feel better.”

“I basically told her the same thing and she didn’t argue with me,” Erik added while he was standing in the doorway eating some jello-o.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the two men. They really thought you were gonna comply with them. “I didn’t argue with you because I’m too mentally tired to do so. But watch, once I’m feeling better I’m cussing both of you out for trying to tell me what to do.”

Both muttered a ‘we’ll see’ and laughed at you. Throughout the entire night the boys kept you entertained and not once did they argue. It was a rare occurrence for Bucky and Erik get along and you hoped for more of it in the future.

Sleep eventually claimed you and you were glad that you had your two favorite men by your side as it always should be

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HC: erik and host love to go outside for walks holding hands because it helps erik calm down, when erik sees something cute or pretty he always tells host to look at it and feels bad right after because he forgets everytime that host is blind, but the host isn't mad and to stop erik from being upset over it, he always carries huge googly eyes with him that he then sticks to his bandages turning to erik and when erik sees that he just snorts and giggles loudly about it.

(i’m gonna modify it a lil’ bit~)

Eric And Host’s First Time Walking Together

Eric was confused as to why Host invited him on this walk in the first place, given that they had barely ever spoken before. He supposed it made some sense, what with them being two of the more quiet egos, but Eric was perplexed nonetheless. He had barely said anything the whole time they walked through the forest in fear of messing up. after all, The Host was very intimidating (and very handsome, but that was besides the point.) and Eric didn’t want to get on his bad side.

Silence hung in the air for a long time, that is, until Eric saw a beautiful white lilac bush with flowers in full bloom. He gasped and ran over to it, staring up at the clusters of flowers in wonder. He reached up to touch the delicate petals and smiled.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! Come look, Host!“

He turned around, and only when he saw The Host’s amused expression did he realize his mistake. 

“I-I’m sorry! I got distracted and w-wasn’t thinking...forget I said anything.“

Host walked up to the bush, right next to Eric. 

“There is no need to apologize. The Host just needs to get closer to see the flowers.”

The Host reached into one of his pockets to retrieve a pair of reading glasses. He put them on over his bandages and pretended to study the tree intensely. Eric snorted, then quickly covered his mouth.

“W-Why do you even h-have those?“ Eric asked before breaking into a fit of giggles.

Host let out a chuckle, taking off the glasses and placing them into his pocket once again. 

“Comedic purposes, mostly.“

“T-That’s amazing! I...I’m still sorry, though.“ Eric frowned and Host shook his head.

“Don’t be. Mistakes happen. Besides, The Host is able to see with his narrations, so he could look at the flowers if he needed to.“

“Needed to...?“

“The Host doesn’t narrate when it isn’t necessary because it drains him. it’s the reason his eyesockets are bleeding most of the time.”

“Oh, I uh...n-never knew that...“ Eric replied awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“Most people don’t. It does, however, help The Host if someone describes things to him. That way he can visualize things without having to narrate them.“

Eric brightened and looked up at The Host. “Oh, I can do that! Here, take a flower!” he snapped a cluster of flowers off the bush and gave it to Host, who ran his fingers over the petals. Eric studied the bush for a moment.

“The bush is huge. It’s almost as tall as you are, and even wider than that. It’s absolutely covered in leaves and flowers with not a single bare spot on it. The leaves are dark green, and if you turn them upside down they look like little hearts! The flowers are beautiful. They’re bright white and grow in clusters that make them look like tiny clouds, and they almost look like they’re sparkling when the sun hits them just right. The breeze makes the branches sway just the tiniest bit, and every once in a while, a few flower petals fall to the ground.“

Eric finished his description with a happy sigh and The Host couldn’t help but smile at the feeling he had put into his description. He tucked the flower Eric had given him into his pocket and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Eric has a way with words.“

“Wh- y-you really think so? I mean, I just described what was in front of me, right? I didn’t do it like you do. You make everything s-sound like it’s coming from right out of a book.” Eric flushed and The Host’s smile grew.

“That may be true, but it’s the emotion behind words that truly give them power or meaning. Descriptions play an important role, yes, but they’re only one of the many main factors in good storytelling.” 

“Huh.” Eric muttered quietly. “Well, thanks. T-That means a lot, especially coming from you.” 

Host nodded wordlessly. A sudden chill from the wind had Eric shivering, and they drew just a little closer, still gazing up at the flowers.

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House Party 2

Erik x OC story

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens meets his potential partner during a job..

Warnings: Cursing, Crime

Erik quickly closed and locked the bedroom door, "FUCK!" he clicks his safety back on, removes the silencer, and places his weapon back in it's original place. He grabs his phone to reconnect his communicator, while Mirah stands back up, talking to herself, or at least that's what it seems like. "Gotdamn. Yeah, I know. I thought I was the only hitter here!" She glances over at Erik as she says that, he realizes that she's communicating with her own associate. "What's up, E? Is it done?" Inga is snacking on something in the background, "Inga, I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know? Either you hit him or you didn't." "It's not that simple, Inga." "I think we got him at the same time!" Mirah yells into her earpiece. "I caught him in the room, but another closer led him to the room. We got him at the same time." "Ou did yuh let dat?! Yuh bloodclot idiot!" she scoffed at him, typing viciously, Erik hears every key being slammed on as he hung his head. "Now we have to get him to our mortician. Decide who's trauma hit first. Both of you have to figure out a way to get him out of there." 

Erik and Mirah must have gotten the same information simultaneously because they both looked at each other, then looked at the corpse formally known as Andrew. His bled through his clothes and there was no way they were going to get through a party with a bloodied dead body. "FUCK." They both exclaimed in frustration. "I had him first! You just should've backed off!" Mirah shoves Erik. He stumbles back and presses his index finger into her left shoulder to catch his footing, "You should've fell back when you seen me walking in here! Why would you bring a knife to a gun fight?" She slaps his hand away, "Nigga, I can bring whatever I see fit on any hit that I take." Erik's dimples appears as he takes in his upper lip, showing his canines. "Inga, what's it lookin' like down there?" Inga clicks some more on her laptop, "You might be better off sneaking out back." Erik starts looking for the closet, "Bet. I'll be out in five." "E, did you hear me? Both of you have to bring him in. This is not a joke. The contract holder can and will cancel the contract even though the deal is done and neither one of you will get paid. You both have to get him in." 

Once again, they both must have gotten the same intel because they exclaimed at the same time, "FUCK!...OKAY!" Erik opens the closet door and finds a black over sized hoodie as Mirah goes into her fanny pack to pull out some gauze to stop further bloodshed, at least until they got out the house. Erik throws the hoodie on Andrew and placed the hood over his head to cover the womb that he placed there. before he could pull it down Mirah yelled, "Wait!" She places the gauze that she rolled up into the stab womb that she inflicted. Erik peaks outside the door, looks around and finds the linen closet at the end of the hallway. He pulls out two towels, then he hears a voice,  "Hey, everything okay?" Some white boy climbs up the steps, clearly drunk. "Yeah, my girl is in the room and...it got a lil wet, ya know?" Erik lifts up the towels in explanation. "Ahhh! Okay. I getcha. As long as it's not my room..You're all good my man!" He points to the bedroom adjacent from the crime scene. Erik shakes his head, "Nah. We good." "Okay, good. Well, enjoy!" He turns around to go back downstairs. Erik lets out a sigh of relief and goes back in the room. He wraps the towels around Andrew's chest underneath the hoodie, "This shit not getting in my car seats!" Erik looks over at Mirah, "Okay. The best exit is through the back. We just gotta hold him up like he's drunk. My car is parked at the end of the corner. You got a car?" "Yeah. It's across the street." "Okay, I'll drop you back off in the morning is that cool?" She nods and place sunglasses over his eyes.

They lift the 6'0" 278 lbs. corpse and lug him down the stairs. The same white guy from earlier comes up behind him, "Aw man! He must be messed up!" Erik answers, without turning to him, "Yeah. Too much Jack." He glances over to Mirah and she rolls her eyes at him. "Alright. You guys get home safe! Thanks for coming!"

--

Mirah and Erik finally cramp Andrew into the small McLaren and Erik shuts the door. "Okay, we got him out." Inga sighed into the mic, "The address to the community mortician is programmed into your GPS." Erik's eyes blink in confusion, "Community mortician? So We're just gonna go into the morgue at one AM?" Inga cackled at his stupid question, "No. You would get locked up if you did that. The assassin community's mortician. He has his own funeral home in Virginia Heights. He's been contacted and he's on his way there now. Hurry." Erik disconnected his communicator again. He turns back to his car to see no trace of Mirah. He hears heaving and splashes near the house closest to his car's yard. "Are you seriously puking right now?" Mirah finished chucking up the last of her dinner and whispers, "I've never had to carry a kill before, okay?" Erik goes into his trunk and grabs water bottles, offering one to her, "But you kill though. What's the problem?" She shrugs, "I don't know. I just kill em and leave. I've never had to actually touch them after the fact." She takes a mouthful to gargle and spit. "Well, I got the location so whenever you ready.." She walks over to his car, waiting on him to click his alarm. "What you waiting for?"

--

The twenty minute ride has excruciating silence. Mirah was just looking out of her window, trying to ignore the body in the backseat and Erik was focusing on not getting pulled over. He got off of 75 South to make a left and kept straight until his GPS informs him that the destination is on the right. He pulls up to an empty mortuary. Inga's voice takes over the speakers in the car, "The mortician's name is Philip Lee. He's in the morgue on the basement level." Mirah became startled, "Who the fuck is that?" Erik put his car in park, "My associate, Inga. I'm sure you have one." She nods, "Yeah. His name is Sloan." He shakes his head and unbuckles his seat belt. "Why you shaking your head?" Mirah lifts her right brow at him. He shakes his head again, "Nothing. Let's get this done."

They struggle even more getting Andrew out of the car than they did trying to get him into it. They drag the lifeless body in the funeral home from the main level, down the steps, past the cremation room, to the morgue. They see an old man, probably in his mid sixties, brown skin, and gray hair. "Hello. You must me Erik and Mirah!" His voice was deep and eerie. The place is barren and cold, which makes Mirah shiver. "I'm Dr. Lee. I see you brought our friend. There's someone here that would like to meet you two."

A figure peaks out of the far right corner of the fridges, "Hello. I'm Parker. The contract holder." They both nod at their employer. "I understand that you both got to Mr. Anderson at the same time, yes?" The man strokes his goatee looking at the corpse being held up by the duo, then he points over to the empty mortuary washing table. Erik and Mirah lay his body on it. "Yeah, that's right." Mirah folds her arms, looking Parker in his eyes." "She stabbed him, I shot him." Parker strokes his face again and grins, "Alright, we'll leave Dr. Lee to make his deliberation, you two, come upstairs with me." Parker walks through the double swinging doors first, Erik motions his arms in that direction, "Ladies first." Mirah walked out with Erik close up behind her. She purposefully lets Parker walk out of their sights before speaking, "Don't be looking at my booty, Stevens." He caught up with her, pulling her arm and pushed her against the hallway wall, "How you know my--" She turned her head so he could see her communicator. "Your associate?" She nods, "Yes. He says he knows--" 

"ANY DAY NOW!" Parker's voice intrudes the hallways echoing from upstairs.

--

They reach the top of the stairs, walking on red velvet like carpet. They find Parker in the middle of the showroom standing next to a gold casket. "Ya know, I've always admired the mortuary business. They are the last people to see a person, as humanly as they'll ever be. Of course that's before they cut em open, embalm them and stitch their mouths and.." He points to Mirah's ass. "It's one of the best professions to go into, for the obvious reasoning. Everyone dies." Erik agrees, "Mhm." Parker turns to the casket, then back to the pair, then he claps his hands together. The sound echoed once again, "So.. Whomever this kill belongs to, I have another job for you. It is an international contract and I am sure that other contenders will fight you tooth and nail to get the kill." He points to Erik, then sways his finger to Mirah, "But I'm sure either one of you can handle that in the way that you handled this target tonight."

Mr. Lee clears his throat from across the room. Erik and Mirah jump up, Parker just simply turns his attention to him. "My apologies, I just wrapped up my analysis. It appears that the trauma to Mr. Anderson's aortic valve and his frontal cortex happened at the exact same moment. Give or take some milliseconds which I cannot exactly determine." Parker perks up and gives Erik and Mirah a round of applause, "Well, well! Looks like I have a job for the both of you then!" They both looked at each other and shook their heads, "We're not partners!" Anderson laughs at them, "Could've fooled me! You two even talk in unison! It's almost cute! Look, it's either both of you or neither of you." Mirah gave Erik the stink eye then she peered back at Parker, "What about our compensation? Are we splitting it?" Parker closes the gold casket then replies, "No. You both get 3 million. The next job is 10, each." Erik approaches Parker and reaches out his hand, "Consider it done." Parker seals the binding contract. Mirah nods and extends her hand, "You got it."

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[whorderofthepheonix]

Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx

Words: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

Erik’s POV

I pounded on the apartment door, eager for someone to answer.

“Erik, relax,” Yenai gasped. “You seem... Impatient.”

“Sorry, I just... Really want tea,” I mumbled. The door swung open and I was ready to pounce.

“Yenai! Erik!” 1 greeted. She looked fine... Like no sign of any injury or anything. Just an oversized yellow sweater and some leggings. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“Sorry to just barge in like this but Erik really wanted to join us for tea,” Yenai apologized, “and he insisted we come now.”

“Well tea’s not till 4,” she looked down at her watch. “But by all means, come in and join us for brunch! We’re out on the balcony.”

“Glady,” I pushed past them and onto the balcony. The other twin was out there, nibbling  lightly on a piece of toast. She wore an identical outfit to her sister, but with a blue sweater.

“Hi Erik!” She greeted. Yenai and 1 came in soon after. “Yenai too? Are you guys joining us for brunch?”

“Yup,” I said sitting across from her.

“Splendid!” 2 clapped. “Dorota! We need 2 more plates out here please!”

“So, Yenai, I’m sorry I couldn’t talk yesterday,” 1 frowned. “We were at the Marc Jacobs fashion show. They usually confiscate phones but I snuck mine in.”

“Well, it was a good thing you were dealing with fashion because I’m working with Vogue!” Yenai squealed. The twins gasped.

“No!” 2 gasped.

“OMG how?” 1 asked.

“Remember that dress I made with the tribal prints?” They nodded. “Well they saw it and loved it and now they want to add it to the Fall collection!” The 3 of them screamed and held hands.

“Congratulations!” 2 grinned.

“Yeah, we’re totes happy for you!” 1 added.

“Thanks guys!” Yenai laughed as the maid placed plates of bagels and lox in front of us. The moment Yenai saw it, she gulped. “Um... Is this raw?”

“Smoked,” 2 declared. “But very, very lightly. I hate when it’s not chewy.” Yenai started heaving.

“You good baby?” I whispered.

“Um, yeah... It’s just the smell,” she gagged. “And the look... and... I’m just gonna use the restro-” She covered her mouth and ran back into the house.

“Is she okay?” 2 asked.

“Yeah, she just has really bad food poisoning,” I said folding my arms. “So Marc Jacobs, huh? What was that like?”

“Like all the rest,” 1 rolled her eyes. “Been to one, been to them all.” I looked behind me to make sure Yenai wasn’t in ear shot.

“Does Yenai know?” I asked. They looked at each other confused.

“Know what...? About the fashion show? We just told her,” 2 raised an eyebrow.

“Cut the shit!” I hissed. “You know damn well you weren’t at no fuckin’ fashion show last night!” 1 took out her phone and opened her snapchat.

“Look from 7:30 PM until 11:29 PM we were at the fashion show then we went to the after party,” she said. “Am I missing something?”

“Now, I’m confused...” 2 frowned. “Where did you think we were?” Maybe I got it wrong... Maybe it was just a coincidence... But I was sure it was them... I sat back in my chair and look a bite of my bagel.

“Forget it,” I sighed.

“Hey, I LOVE your watch!” 1 gasped. “Rolex Chronograph right? Our dad has the exact same one!”

“Yeah, he’s been collecting since before we were born!” 2 added. “Come, we’ll show you!” They both got up and I followed them through their bedroom and into one of the closest. A giant wall full of watches was right above a smaller case with more watches.

“There are 320,” 1 spoke. “We only take them out to wear as good luck or on Sundays to have Dorota clean them.”

“It is Sunday,” I pointed out.

“Oh fuck! It is!” 2 groaned. “I’ll get Dorota.”

“I’ll go check on Yenai,” 1 said. Then they both left the closet. I looked carefully at each watch. Ther were all accounted for. Well there goes that theory... I looked around the closer which was filled top to bottom with expensive jewelry and clothes. Just as I was about leave, one of the watches in the case caught my eye. I opened the case and picked it up. It looked almost identical to mine, it just had lower case letters instead of uppercase, like most Rolex’s do... I heard footsteps so I scurried to put back the watch, causing me to fumble and drop it on the floor. I bent down to pick it up from under the case, accidentally grabbing something else instead. A brown paper bag. I slowly opened it pulling out a bloodstained shirt and a clown mask. That’s when I heard a clicking sound from behind me and someone clearing their throat. I sighed and raised my hands in surrender, getting up and facing the door. 1 had a rifle pointed to me while 2 had her arms folded across her chest.

“Pardon me sir,” 1 smirked. “You have something that belongs to us. I’d like it back.”

“I fucking knew it,” I laughed. “So you two are the little fuckers who’ve been fucking with my assignments.”

“We haven’t been messing with anything,” 2 pointed out. “We get calls and we go. The same as you.”

“So I’m just supposed to believe that you two, fucking pris and perfect, are assassins?” I laughed.

“You’re damn right!” 1 snapped. “Now give me the fucking watch!” “Fuck no! You gave this to me and I didn’t kill ya ass!”

“You shot my sister!” 1 yelled.

“Twice!” 2 growled. “In the same spot!” “Well, I was letting you go and you threw a knife at me,” I shrugged.

“Enough fucking talking!” 1 hissed. “Hand over the watch. It was my dad’s favorite.”

“Hmm... No. Fuck you,” I dropped my hands.

“I mean it!” She shouted. “Or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” I walked over to her. “Aside from killin’ niggas I also deal in weapons. You don’t think I know a paintball gun over an actual rifle?” She sucked her teeth and dropped it.

“Fine, whatever. I had to leave our weapons at the warehouse last night to get Ayana to the hospital,” she rolled her eyes. “Just... Please give me back the watch,” she begged. “Despite all the watches on the wall, that was the only one that belong to our dad...”

“Aight, I’ll give you back the watch, under one condition,” I smirked.

“Nigga, we are not having sex with you,” 2 crossed her arms.

“If it means getting the watch back, yes the fuck we are!” 1 glared at her.

“What the fuck? No! That’s not- Never mind,” I groaned. “I’ll give you back the watch if you agree to cut off whatever nigga you workin’ wit and work for me.”

“What?” They asked together.

“You serious?” 1 asked.

“Fuck yeah, I’m serious,” I nodded. “Y’all can fight. Plus we can use y’all for baiting niggas out.”

“He’s actually serious,” 2 gasped.

“How much money you make in a week?”

“I don’t know... 200 maybe 300 grand on a good week,” 1 shrugged.

“I once made 2 mil in one night,” I told them.

“Holy fuck!” 2 exclaimed. “2 million fucking dollars? Alyssa, do we even have to pretend to think about this?”

“Hell no!” 1 laughed extended he hand. “It’s a fucking deal!” I shook her hand and took the watch off my wrist giving it to her.

“We’re in business then,” I smirked. Then Yenai walked in, looking confused and scared.

“Um... What’s going on here?” She asked, warily.

“Nothing,” the three of us said in unison.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll pretend to believe that,” she rolled her eyes. “Girls I’m sorry, but I have really bad food poisoning and I can’t keep anything down. Erik can we go back upstairs?”

“Sure thing, baby girl,” I walked over and kiss her head. “Let’s go.”

***

I’ve had a weird feeling about Yenai since the day we had brunch with the twins. And it wasn’t just from her being sick. Like now, it was day 3 and she was STILL throwing up! She had to call in sick from work, which her boss eagerly gave her. Yenai guessed that she was still embarrassed from dinner the other night. That was the last real conversation me and Yenai had... THREE DAYS AGO! Everything else was all responses and simple questions. And when they weren’t responses or questions, they were bitchy remarks or constant nagging. I came from meeting with the Twins, whose names are apparently Ayana and Alyssa, and walked into the house.

“Baby, you home?” I called out. She walked out of the bathroom.

“Where else would I be, Erik?” She rolled her eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from replying rudely.

“The twins made you soup,” I offered putting the bowl on the counter. “They said it helps nausea.”

“You were down there again?” She scoffed. “You’ve literally been down to see them everyday since brunch!”

“Is that a problem?” I asked, folding my arms.

“If you previously hadn’t tried to fuck them then no, it wouldn’t be,” she snapped, taking the bowl of soup and throwing it in the trash.

“Yo, the FUCK is ya problem, Yenai?” I shouted as she retreated to the bedroom. I followed her and closed the door.

“My problem Erik, is that instead of staying here and making sure that I’M okay, you’re off galavanting with MY friends!” She shouted back.

“Well maybe I’d want to be around her more if you weren’t being such a bitch to me all the fuckin’ time!”

“Oh word?! I’m a bitch now? Riiiigggghhhhttttt! Copy!” She stormed into the closet and started grabbing her clothes off the hangers. I took a deep breath and leaned against the closet door.

“What are you doing?” I groaned.

“Since I’m such a fuckin’ bitch, there’s no use in me staying, right?” She shrugged, opening a duffle bag and stuffing the clothes in.

“So first of all, ya ass don’t got a place to go, so let’s cut that shit out aight?” I took the duffle from her. “Secondly, you gon just pack a bag and leave every time we get into an argument? You gon be doin’ a lot of packin’ and unpackin’ ma, I’ll tell you that.”

“Fuck you,” she spat pushing past me, going back into the bedroom. I grabbed her wrist. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Nah, you not goin’ nowhere till we deal with this shit, Yenai. I’m not bouta keep quiet everytime you snap at me or yell wit ya stank ass attitude. We gon sit down and talk like fuckin’ adults.”

“I have nothing to say-”

“The fuck you don’t!” I snorted. “You got allat mouth when I try to help you and now you got nothin’ to say. Nah.” I wrapped my arms around her. “Tell me what’s on ya mind, baby girl.”

“Get off me,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“No. Talk to me,” I insisted. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “DId I do something wrong?”

“No,” she sniffled, letting tears fall. “You didn’t... I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch...”

“It’s aight... I’m not bouta force you to tell me what’s wrong, but we can’t keep goin’ like this, Yenai...” I sighed. “When you ready, you gon tell me right?” She shut her eyes and shook her head.

“I can’t! I can’t tell you!” She cried. “I’m scared...”

“Why can’t you tell me? What’s scaring you?” I asked cautiously. She kept shaking her head, sobbing.

“I can’t...”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!”

“Yenai-”

“No, Erik! Just stop! Please!”

“Baby, please talk to me-”

“Erik!’ “Why are you so scared?!”

“BECAUSE I THINK I’M PREGNANT, OKAY?!” She screamed. I heart stopped and my blood turned cold. “...I think I’m pregnant and I’m scared...” She whispered. “I’m so fucking scared...”

~~~

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