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nysrage · 6 months
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killmonger, that’d eat you like you were his last meal and he was always so messy with it. your knees to your chest as he’s spitting down on your pussy just to slurp it all back up into those soft plump lips of his. peppering kisses from your clit down to your folds right before he reaches that forbidden hole. watching it clench and pucker for him, so he’d start off by giving it a small kiss. catching you off gaurd for a moment, “erik what are yo—” cutting you off with another wet stimulating kiss that had you clenching for more. “keep them legs up and stay open for me mama..” spitting on it before giving it a flat wet lick, sucking on it softly. “ouuu, pa you so nastyyy.” thumbing at it slowly, while his tongue fucked into your gushing pussy. erik watching your face contort in pleasure with a smirk when his thumb finally seeps into that puckering hole. “mhm, justtt like that.. open up for me.” curling that finger into your g-spot just as he closes his mouth around your clit. your moans bouncing off the walls as your legs shake uncontrollably. “f-fuckkkkk”
killmonger, who’d fuck you vocally in your shared suite in Cape Town, Africa reminding him of his true home. Wakanda and his many unsettled feelings towards it. the sun rising in the distance as morning rays gleaming against your soft brown skin, with his mind filled with the possibilities that he’d do this to what he’d heard were the most beautiful sunrises. your body wrapped in the sheets as he stroked you from the side. hands gripping at the side of the bed as your ass bounced off his pelvis, “pussy so good.. fuck.” stretching you out perfectly as your walls sucked him back in for more. hole clenching down on him at the sound of his voice. “yess, keep talking baby!” yours all whiney and needy for him to get you to your peak. “m’gonna make love t’you in front of the most beautiful sunset in the world.” his hips pistoling in and out of you faster, watching that ass ripple at the contact. “let all of wakanda here you scream out f’r me baby.. i promise, ima get us there” accentuating it with a hard thrust that left you with nothing on your mind but him.
killmonger that’d only be like this when his mind was full and clouded with festering thoughts and emotions. coming home drunk and scratched up from a mission, a fresh new incision on his skin reminding why he’d been doing all this in the first place. leading to your lower half hanging off the edge of the bed, while he dug you out ruthlessly. one of his hands wrapped around your throat while the other kept your leg open and spread for him. “mmm—erikkkkk!” your moans, whines, and the stirring of your walls from previous orgasms were the only thing that could be heard. the loud squelching only turning him on more as you fidget around for something to ground you, pushing at his chest briefly but remembering the lesson you’d learn if you didn’t remove it. which you did just a quickly as you placed it. erik loving every second of this cause you never ran from all the dick he gave you, regardless of how rough he’d get “mhm, keep taking that dick like a good girl.” wrapping both hands around your throat and speeding up his deep pace. “shitshitshittt” your eyes rolling back into your head, arousal gushing out of you and leaving a warm creamy mess between the two of you. erik grabbing you by the jaw and opening your mouth to dribble his spit in it, which you did with a smile. “you a nasty ass lil bitch i love that shit” his pace starting to grow sloppy “love how you let me slut this pussy out baby.” rolling the pad of his thumb along your clit, walls swelling up tight just before your squirt hard, hot tears rolling down your face and as he fills you up full.
killmonger who i want to ruin me..
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melaninpov · 8 months
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Michael B. Jordan
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yns-world · 1 year
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lion & lioness
title: lion & lioness
pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader
summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.
word count: 1k
warnings: reader death
a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3
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As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 
When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 
Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 
A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 
“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 
His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 
Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 
“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 
It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 
But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  
“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.
“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 
Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.
This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.
Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.
“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 
Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.
After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.
He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 
He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 
In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 
The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 
Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.
“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.
He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.
“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 
Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”
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Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 
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Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 
But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 
It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.
Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 
Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 
“Rest easy, my Queen.”
When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.
Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.
Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 
Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.
As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.
Leona. 
And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 
Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 
The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 
Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 
Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.
“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”
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henneseyhoe · 1 year
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Erik takes readers virginity
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Killmonger X BLACK!FEM!reader
WARNINGS: SMUT, heavy daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity, Bestfriend!Erik, slapping.
SUMMARY: reader gets tired of being a virgin and asks her bestfriend; Erik to be the one to do it.
Ps. Don’t let !!anyone!! pressure you into giving away your virginity. It should be YOUR choice on when and how you wanna do it and who you wanna do it with. don’t let anyone shame you for being a virgin no matter your age, there is NOTHING wrong with being a virgin or saving yourself or whatever the case may be. This is fiction and strictly for fantasy, it does not depict how losing your virginity actually is, simply because it’s different for everyone…and also because this is fiction lmao. Okay, enjoy<3
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“And you sure you wanna do this? Cause once I get goin’, ain��t no turning back” Erik asked . He had a slight smirk on his face as his tall frame towered over me, making me look up at him and nod. “Yes. I just wanna get it over with” I responded timidly, fiddling with my hands behind my back.
Me and Erik had always been friends since the third grade. He was sort of a bully, but he also protected me all throughout our school years, so I always stood by him. It wasn’t a secret that I had a small crush on him either, and he always made it known that he knew by poking fun at me getting shy any time he’d compliment me, or when he’d hug me as a greeting and sneakily snake his hands down to my lower back just to make me tense up and push him away.
Because of my shyness, this is also what landed me being a virgin at age 20. Since me and Erik were best friends, I told him everything, so he knew that I was still a virgin and made fun of that anytime we’d talk about anything sexual, no matter if it was a joke I giggled at or just a simple conversation in general. Saying things like “why you talkin’? You don’t know nothing ‘bout this” or “virgin Mary over here laughing but I doubt she get the joke”.
It wasn’t like I lacked simple sexual education or anything, I just never did anything. I tried porn, but it got boring fast. I tried masterbation, but I could barely rub my own clit for more than 8 minutes without feeling an odd sensation that made me stop. I understood that it was most likely an orgasm, but the feeling felt like l was ascending to god himself, my entire body becoming too sensitive to ever finish.
When I told Erik about that, he bursted into laughter, almost shedding tears as I explained to him how I didn’t understand how to finger myself correctly either. I probably shouldn’t have told him anything, but in my defense he asked if I ever “stuck a finger up there”, so I just came clean, which was a mistake. And let’s not forget the on going joke he made up with our entire friend group with how he would be the one to take my virginity.
Everyone laughed, including me at one point, thinking it was a joke. Difference was, when he laughed, he was dead serious. Secretly he’d been plotting since senior year when back to school started and I suddenly came back with a little weight that went straight to my ass and thighs, switched my bifocals out for contacts and learned how to lay my edges correctly.
Not only that, but even with all the changes in my appearance, I never switched up. I never decided to fuck with some popular niggas cause they was all barkin’ at me, I never went off an pretended like I didn’t know nobody after the slight boost I got in socials after my ass got fatter, and that just made it better for Erik.
It eliminated all of the niggas that could have potentially broken me off and made me a freak before Erik could get his hands on me, but he knew it’d take some time for me to get on his level.
“So…is this the part where I get naked?” I asked awkwardly, rocking on the heels of my feet. Erik chuckled and shook his head “look, I’m not just gon’ fuck you like that and you don’t get nothin’ out of it. I wanna teach you a lil sumn while we at it” he admitted, crossing his arms, making his muscles press against his fitted black shirt.
“Are you-..are you flexing?” I raised an eyebrow as my eyes trailed to his biceps, the man taking his finger and lifting my chin so I was looking back up at him. “You off topic. Get on your knees”
A shiver ran up and down my spine as he spoke and touched me, a second heartbeat appearing between my legs.
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If you told yesterday me that I would be on my knees in front of my bestfriend of ten years, with his dick down my throat and his hands on the back of my head to hold me down till my I was begging for air, I would have laughed in your face and walked away. Maybe even would have called you delusional.
“Move your hands and use your mouth” Erik grunted while thrusting his hips into my mouth shallowly, my hands being wrapped around the rest of his shaft, prohibiting him from going any further.
“What did I just say? Move your damn hands”
His gruff voice boomed to show he was serious, making me clench my thighs together tightly. He spoke with a new tone, a tone that had authority and control. An authority and control that I’ve never heard in this instance before. It turned me on.
He tugged at my box braids, making me wince and hesitantly remove my hands, slowly placing them in my lap.
“Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth up for daddy. Just a little wider”
I moaned at his self given nickname and tried to follow his instructions, opening my mouth wider while he slid deeper down my throat. I gagged strongly as he touched the back of my throat, my shoulders shrugging and drool dripping from my mouth whilst he retracted himself a little before easing back in, repeating those motions.
“Breathe through your nose and relax that throat, baby”
he removed one of his hands from my hair and placed it under my chin, helping me gain control of my gag reflexes that decided to be completely against me at the time. I let out a sigh through my nose, finally figuring out how to regulate my breathing as he touched the back of my throat once again, this time pulling back out quicker than what he did before.
“Oh shit”
he gasped quietly, lifting up his shirt and leaning back against the wall behind him as I allowed him to throat fuck me, my spit now dripping into the valley of my titties that were semi covered by a cropped spaghetti strap shirt.
“Just like that, ma. Get this dick wet”
He grunted. I opened my mouth wide enough so my teeth wouldn’t scrape against him again, the man laying a small, painless smack on my cheek any time he’d feel them rubbing against him.
“fuuuck, you finna make me nut all in that throat, baby” He moaned and gripped my hair tighter, his thrusts getting rougher by the second.
I hummed a ‘no’ with violent chokes slipping out of my mouth as he made me go down all the way, my mind racing steadily as I imagined what it’d be like to have him do anything of the sort.
“I didn’t give you a choice” he choked out while his stomach tightened, his abs suddenly becoming more detailed and prominent.
Tears trailed down my cheeks, my brown foundation being mixed in with the salty liquid. He continued his assault on my poor throat, only to stop abruptly and force my head down until my nose touched his stomach. Suddenly I felt a warm sensation trail down my throat, a taste of bitter sweetness lingering on my tongue as he pulled out with strings of my spit mixed with his cum dripping from the tip of his dick.
He used his hand and tilted my head up, forcing me to look up at him again. “Swallow”
he demanded, my head shaking rapidly as I held the remanding bit of him under my tongue.
“This is your first time, so don’t make me say it again and make this night more eventful than it already is, Y/N. I hate going back on my word, but I hate being disrespected more than that”
he threatened, my eyes widening with wonder as to why he said that and what he’d do if I had spit.
Taking no chances, I decided to save my curiosity for another day, building up the courage to finally swallow, licking my lips after. He tilted his head at me and squeezed at my jaw, opening my mouth. Humming in satisfaction, he slid his thumb into my mouth, my lips immediately closing around it and beginning to suck while looking at the man, my watering eyes gleaming in the apartments bright lights as if glitter was placed under my lids beforehand.
“Damn..”
he murmured and slowly pulled his thumb out, replacing it with his tongue as he bent down and laid a soft kiss on my lips. I melted into his touch, my pussy beginning to throb once again with him simply just wrapping his hands around my throat and arm, pulling me up from the floor.
My legs felt weird from being on my knees for so long, my throat feeling weirder from the constant pressure it just endured. He then picked me up bridal style and began walking us down the hall and into my room.
softly laying me onto my bed, he started to pull all of my clothes off one by one, leaving me naked.
I subconsciously covered myself up, and stared at him, most of my focus being on how he was gonna fit inside. He noticed my staring and chuckled while taking his clothes off. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make it fit” he spoke as if he read my mind. “I don’t think it will…” I began closing my legs, the man only gripping my thighs and prying them back open.
“I promise if it hurts I’ll stop”
“Promise?”
“Promise” he reiterated and bent down, kissing up my thighs. Shivers went up my spine as he got closer and closer to my pussy, his breath and mustache tickling my skin. He took his middle and ring finger and spread my lips apart, my juices already starting to leak out from the prolonged playing.
“Look…She already so damn wet for me”
He looked up at me and licked a long stripe up from my entrance to my clit, a moan leaving my lips.
“She sweet as hell too” he smirked before going in, his tongue making love to my pussy as he swirled and flicked it over my clit with a quickness, his middle finger now spreading my juices around my entrance before he slowly eased and slipped it inside of me, making me let out a louder moan.
He began humming and shaking his head from side to side as he closed his lips around my clit, adding suction while attempting to slip a second finger inside of me. I winced and bucked my hips up, my walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers involuntarily.
“I can’t!”
His eyes traveled up my torso until they met mine, a blank look on his face as he disconnected his lips from my clit.
“How do you expect me to fuck you good if this pussy can’t even take two fingers? Don’t tell me you backing out now”
He taunted and licked his fingers clean, a grin growing on his face.
“I’m not! I just…I wasn’t ready right then”
I lied, being scared of him literally ripping me in half in reality.
“You sure?”
He asked teasingly and kneeled onto the bed, gripping his shaft with one hand and rubbing his tip up against my entrance, the tight muscles clenching just from the light touch. I nodded, looking down to watch his actions. He began rubbing his dick through my folds, my juices making every inch and vein he had shine underneath the mood lights in the room.
“You see that shit? That pussy just beggin’ for me, baby” he let out a grunt as he attempted to push into me again, my hand immediately flying to his stomach to stop him. “Wait!…promise it won’t hurt?” His head tilted, his face reading a ‘seriously?’ Look.
“I can’t promise you that. But I promise if you want me to stop, I will”
I stared at him for a while, thinking about my decision. I couldn’t really come up with a reason not to continue other than fear, but I knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.
I slowly moved my hands and Erik took that as a sign to continue, attempting for the third time to push into me, only this time the tip of his dick successfully makes it in, a sigh erupting from my throat.
He watched my face contort as he continued to slide inside of me until our hips were touching.
“Fuck…” I mumbled, taking a deep breath. a moan seemingly interrupted everything else I did after that point, every move of my hips making my clit jump and throb, the pain that was once there before now withering away. He soon began to rock his hips into me, his hands slithering up my body and holding my bouncing titties in place. The stretching felt unbearable for a few minutes, my juices seemingly making it both better and worse.
Better by making the thrusts go smoother, but worse because he was getting deeper by the second, so deep that it felt like a bulge had appeared in my stomach, stopping right under my belly button when he thrusted in completely. I know that it was impossible for him to literally be in my stomach but that’s how it felt. And it started to feel good. Really good.
My mouth was stuck open, letting out pathetic whimpers.
“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Erik spoke suddenly, caressing my jaw softly while looking deep into my eyes. I nodded slowly, my hands reaching up to grip the plush headboard above us.
“Unt, Unt. Talk to me, baby. Tell me how that big dick feel”
he groaned, giving me long strokes that had me feeling delusional.
“Yesss, it feels good, daddy—oh my god!”
My words slurred as he suddenly switched his pace, the clapping noise becoming more obvious. He leaned in on my body and wrapped his hand around my throat, adding light pressure while giving me life rendering strokes, my body shaking under him just that quickly.
“I feel it, princess. That pussy squeezing daddy so tight. Tight ass pussy”
he laid a harsh smack on my thigh and I yelped, my hands flying to his arms and my French tips scratching down his brown skin. I don’t know how he knew, but it felt like I was about to explode, my legs clamping around his hips before he let go of me and spread them back open, using them for leverage to thrust into me deeper, if that was even possible with how he was doing me now.
“FUCK!”
I shouted, my back arching and falling against the bed. He watched as my pussy creamed around him, leaving a white coat of it around his dick, just how he liked it.
“There you go, baby. Get that nut”
He smiled and began rubbing my clit. It felt like electricity was running up and down my body, my eyes rolling far back into my head as I moaned louder.
“Nah, look at me, I don’t want you thinkin’ of anything else but this good dick”
He used his other hand and put it behind my neck, pulling me up a little so that I was slightly folded, forcing me to keep my eyes on him.
looking at him felt different than looking away, as if the feeling intensified. It was like he was stealing my soul with just the glare of his eyes on me.
I felt weak and powerless, my last orgasm taking all of my energy. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it either.
Knocking me out of my thoughts, I felt Erik’s hips snap into me, this time it was harder, one stroke taking all of the air out of my lungs as I gasped, holding my breath in my throat.
“Right there—“
I managed to choke out, my eyes trailing down to where we connected, watching him work his magic.
“What was that?” He asked cockily, thrusting into me all the way and swirling his hips. My eyes shut tightly, taking all of him in.
“R- right-..FUCK!”
I tried to speak, but only curses seemed to do me any good. My pussy was filled to the brim with him, my walls gripping him tightly. He rolled his hips with such skill, the shaft of his dick rubbing up against my gspot with the tip of him reaching the back of my pussy.
Him having a slight curve upwards only added to the pleasure, the curve helping him reach places that only he now knew existed.
He smiled at my response, thinking that he would ‘deal’ with my incomplete sentences later.
“I want you to tell daddy how good this big dick is. Explain to me how this dick make you feel again, princess”
He cooed, his tone becoming sweet which completely contradicted his strokes, his hips speeding back up.
I could barely talk, drool pooling into the sides of my mouth with tears leaving my eyes again.
“I- I-“
“Come on. Say it”
He taunted.
He knew I couldn’t, pressure in my stomach beginning to rise again. If he asked me what my name was in that moment I probably would have had to genuinely think before answering.
“This dick got you dumb, huh? My dumb little slut”
He mumbled, his words sending me over the edge completely. My body thrashed around as I squirted all over his dick, some of it getting on his stomach and chest. The force was so strong that it pushed him out, his heavy dick sliding right on top of my clit.
“Gahdamn, baby” he watched the rest of my juices drip onto the sheets, his dick now jumping from sensitivity.
“I-I’m done”
I breathed heavily and closed my legs, the two limbs shaking as if I had been freezing for hours.
“Nah, you getting the full experience, ma. Turn that ass around”
He grabbed my hips and flipped my limp body onto my stomach, earning a cry from me. He sat on top of my thighs and squeezed my ass with his hands, spreading my cheeks apart before spitting down onto my second hole, taking his thumb and spreading it around before slowly easing it inside of my ass.
I choked out another cry, the strange new found sensation making my eyes roll back painfully, my pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.
After a few seconds passed, he was back to his original pace, pounding into my pussy from the back while slowly thrusting his thumb into my ass, the feeling giving me goosebumps and sending a shock to my clit as he smacked on my ass with his other hand before shoving my head down into the pillows under me, muffling my screams.
He leaned down, getting closer to my ear while somehow keeping up his pace, his dick now twitching inside of me more frequently, showing he was close to cumming if the constant dirty talk didn’t already do that, saying things like
“Imma be the best nigga and the only nigga to ever beat this pussy up like this”
“This good pussy all mine? Yeah? Imma lucky ass nigga”
“She so wet for me, baby. She practically droolin”
“Keep grippin’ like that, you gon’ make daddy nut”
he grunted, smacking my ass harder as he dug into me deeply, my toes curling painfully. My pussy was now drenched, my juices spreading around my inner thigh and lips, more of my cream spilling out onto his dick. I was so wet that I couldn’t even feel him rubbing up against my walls anymore, now only feeling when he hit the limit of my pussy, the ‘wall’ not allowing him to go any further.
“Daddy, please”
I begged, the pillow making it come out in a hushed tone. My pussy felt so filled and overwhelmed, my clit getting so sensitive with the sheets rubbing up against it as I laid flat on the bed, letting Erik do his worst, or what I thought was his worst.
“Fuck—…That’s it, baby, lemme use this lil pussy” we both moaned in sync, the man letting my head come up from the pillow for air.
“SHIT!- I’m about to nut!”
He shouted, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and reckless, wet slapping sounds filling the room, accompanying the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall the faster he got, one of the picture frames on the wall falling down along the line. He pulls his thumb out of me and grips my ass harshly, softly biting the top of my ear.
“Keep squeezing, baby. Just like that”
He hums, kissing my cheek softly and pausing his thrusts, grinding his hips into me.
“Erik-“
my bottom lip quivers and he smacks my ass, making me whimper and drop my head into the pillows, shaking my head.
“Now try again” he adjusts himself on his knees again, scratching his neatly trimmed and glossed nails up the sides of my thighs, swollen red stripes following after.
“Daddy—“ I cried out as I felt him ram his entire length into me once more before filling me up with a harsh sigh and a jerk of his hips.
“Fuck…”
he groans and leans up. Slowly pulling his dick out, he watched as some of his cum follows after him, spilling out of me and sliding down to my sensitive clit, my pussy clenching.
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“Damn…is that how sex is for everybody?” I asked. It was about an hour later and I was laying there limp as Erik chuckled, grabbing a baby wipe out of my drawer and wiping me off, my hips bucking once he swiped over my clit with the baby wipe. “Nope. But if you stick wimme, I promise it’ll be like that” he kisses my back “every” another kiss. “single” another. “Time” he smacked my ass, causing me to pull my ass up into the air and whimper, my hand reaching back to rub the spot.
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Hopefully the person that requested this likes it, I didn’t know if they were down with the kinky shit but most of my other work looks like this so fuck it lmao.
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clearlydiamondz · 4 months
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause
Erik!Stevens x Reader
After getting caught kissing Erik while he was in his Santa suit, Erik's and (Y/N)'s son is in complete distraught.
Just to get into the Christmas spirit ya know.
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"Ma, where is daddy?" her son, EJ replied with his toothbrush in his mouth. (Y/N) and EJ were in his bathroom, getting him ready to go to bed. It was Christmas Eve Eve (December 23rd), and (Y/N) was excited for the Holiday. It was their first Christmas in their newly built home, and she was determined to make it the best Christmas both Erik and EJ had.
The two of them grew up in Foster Care together. Knowing each other since they were 12 years old, they stuck together like glue. Erik was always her protector, damn near almost getting kicked out of their group home when he caused a fight about her.
She was his voice of reason. Her soothing voice and her logical thinking got Erik out of most of the trouble he got into. He always joked that if she was never in his life, he would most likely be in jail.
"Daddy went out to go help out a friend baby," she said moisturizing his hair. "Ooh lord, Ima have to braid this in the morning," she said grabbing his bonnet off the counter and placing it on.
"You don't get to..." he trailed off as she chuckled.
"Don't try and talk me out of it," she said tickling his sides as he giggled. "Alright, go get yourself in bed and I'll be in there in a minute" She started cleaning up around the sink. He nodded jumping off of his step stool and going across the hall to his room.
After she was finished, she walked to his room to see him on his bed, playing with his toy car. "Alright Munchkin.." she grabbed the toy placing it on his nightstand. She turned on his night light before tucking him into the bed.
"Is Christmas tomorrow?" your son asked. He was the most excited for Christmas, obviously. After Halloween, he was already talking about Christmas.
"No baby, it's in two days. So after tomorrow," she told him as he laid down.
"That's so long..." he whined with a pout. Even though he was four years old, it still surprised her how much of Erik's face he took. She didn't see an ounce of herself in him.
"It's literally less than 48 hours."
"I don't know how to tell time yet..." he said making her laugh.
"What I'm saying is that it's not the far baby. You will only have to go to sleep one more time after tonight. Then it's Christmas." she told him. His pouting face widened into a smile as his dimples showed.
"Really? Okay, I gotta go to bed," he said snuggling into his pillow as she chuckled. She stood up from his bed, grabbed his blanket, and pulled it over him. "Goodnight baby, I love you," she said kissing him on the cheek. He grabbed her head giving her a peck on the list before saying,
"I love you too." he yawned closing his eyes. She turned off his lights and shut the door. She walked downstairs grabbing herself a wine glass and a bottle of wine. She walked into the living room sat down and clocked a random true crime documentary on YouTube. She was watching for about an hour when the door opened. She paused it turning around and seeing Erik... in a Santa Costume.
"Hi?" she said in a questioning state with her head tilted.
"Don't ask," he said pointing towards her walking into the living room and sitting next to her. He plot down, and the red suit is opened in the front showing a white tank top with his gold chain.
"I'm tempted though," she said as he sighed.
"Angel called me about a toy drive at the group home on Elm Street." She pouted before saying,
"Why didn't you tell me, I would've gone," she replied as Erik sighed.
"Well it was kind of a last-minute thing, and plus I knew you were getting the house ready for everyone to come over," he said rubbing her thigh. "They were a great group of kids, it was so nice to see them get all happy." he chuckled as she smiled rubbing his cheek.
"I applaud you for doing what you did," she said smiling at him.
"It kinda reminded me of the group home we were at. I freaking hated Christmas." he sighed. She remembered those nights during the Holiday season. Seeing everyone at school with their new clothes and new devices while they had nothing. Not even a family dinner.
"Yeah... it kinda sucked didn't it," she said as he chuckled looking at her. "I'm just glad we turned out alright," he said grabbing her hand and squeezing it. She leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek, then on his lips. He deepened it, trailing his hands behind her neck and pulling her closer. She pulled away smiling at him as he started to kiss her on her neck.
"Is EJ upstairs?" he asked looking behind him at the staircase as she nodded.
"Yeah, he's been sleeping for about an hour." she bit her lip at him as he nodded. He let go of her thigh before leaning back into the sofa. He licked his lips one more time before looking up the stairs one more time.
"Ion knows if I've told you that you look real good today..." She looked down at her nightgown which was Grinch-themed that she found at Walmart. Her hair was already wrapped up in her bonnet and she had star pimple patches on her face.
"Uhh, what?" she chuckled looking down at her outfit once more.
"Come here." he grabbed her hand as she placed the wine glass on the table. She stood up walking in between his legs as he widened them.
"Ya know..." he started off placing his hands underneath her gown, slowly tracing up the inside of her thigh. "Maybe you should sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want.." he smirked at her. Licking her lips, she placed both of her knees on the side of his thighs as his hands found his way up underneath her dress and gripping her ass. She placed her arms on his shoulders before saying,
"I think I may have a few things in mind.." she trailed off playing with his gold chain. He grabbed the back of her bonnet, pulling it and biting her neck.
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EJ tossed and turned in his bed, but the excitement of Christmas was keeping him awake. He heard what he thought was the TV turning off until he heard his dad talking. He decided to stay in bed until Erik would come in and kiss him goodnight.
But he never came.
Impatient, he threw his blankets off of him, opened his door, and tip-toed down the hall. Going down the steps and looking over the banister, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He saw his mom sitting on Santa Claus's lap and kissing.
He gasped, (Y/N) pulling away and looking around to see where the noise came from. Eyes still wide, EJ ran up the stairs tears in his eyes.
"I'm gonna tell my daddy," he told himself.
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"Erik stop. Stop," she said pulling away from him as he continued the attack on her neck. "I think I just heard EJ.." she said looking behind the couch.
"Come on now, quit acting like you don't want this-" they heard a door slam upstairs as she jumped up. "Oh my god.. EJ, I think I heard him on the stairs," she said standing up and fixing herself.
"I'll go check on him," he said standing up as she stopped him.
"No, you look like Santa Clause. That's just going to ruin it. I'll go check on him." she said turning around before he smacked her ass and grabbed it. He wrapped his other arms around her waist pulling her to his chest and whispered,
"Don't think I'm done with you." she moaned closing her eyes before he let her go. Catching her balance from her knees buckling, she ran up the stairs to see how EJ was doing.
She slowly opened his door to see him facing the wall, lying down with his pillow in his arms. "EJ..." she whispered walking by the bed to see him squeezing his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. "Are you okay beloved?" she whispered bending down. Still no response. Sighing, she grabbed the blankets tucked him in and kissed him on his cheek, and exited the room. She walked down the hall to Erik's and her bedroom, her eyebrows furred in confusion.
"What happened," Erik asked taking off his boots.
"I think EJ saw us downstairs," she whispered to him walking towards the bed.
"I highly doubt it was anything scarring (Y/N). It wasn't like we were actually doing it." he chuckled before standing up and walking into their shared bathroom.
"I mean still... I don't want to expose him to that kind of stuff. He is way too young." she said worriedly.
"We kiss in front of him all the time. I don't think it's bad," he said taking off his white tank top only leaving him in his red Santa suit pants.
"That's different. We were making out, and you were touching me," she said, a slight blush creeping on her face as he smirked at her.
"I can touch you some more if you want," he said grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. She pushed him away,
"I'm serious Erik..." she trailed off as he sighed grabbing her shoulders.
"I don't think it's that serious. If EJ saw something and was bothered by it he'll let us know about it. Like he always does." he comforted her. It was technically true. (Y/N) took pride in her and Erik's parenting, letting him set boundaries for himself and not silencing him when he had questions.
"Yeah... your right." she sighed. "Maybe I'm just overthinking," she told herself before he kissed her on the forehead and then again on her lips. "Now come take a shower with me," he said grabbing her ass as she laughed.
"I already took a shower before you came."
"Well come take one with me.
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Erik and (Y/N) close friends came to the house to celebrate Christmas Eve with them. They were enjoying some old R & B music, and having a few drinks and food. EJ was outside with his "cousins", Erik was showing the guys his new gaming room while (Y/N) was in the living room with her friends drinking wine.
"This house is absolutely amazing." Her friend Sasha, gawked at her house as she smiled.
"Thank you. I mean Erik did most of the architectural design," she said looking up at the high ceilings. "But there are still some things we want to add. But we are going to wait until EJ is a little older so he's not bothered by it," she said.
"I bet you and Erik have been all over this place," Jela smirked at her drinking from her wine glass.
"I mean... I can't help it," she said with a giggle. "But I think EJ may have caught us last night," she said.
"Awe that poor baby, y'all need to learn to keep y'all hands off each other," Sasha said hitting her thigh.
"We weren't even doing anything. We were just making out, but he's been acting all strange towards me." she pouted. Usually, EJ and (Y/N) would make breakfast with each other. Today, he didn't want to do it with her. EJ wanted to make breakfast with Erik.
Then when it was time to do his hair, EJ kicked and screamed not wanting her to touch him. Erik had to put a sloppy ponytail on top of his head.
"He'll be fine. He'll forget it by the morning when he sees all those gifts." Jela replied. (Y/N) was about to respond but was cut off with Erik and everyone else coming downstairs.
"Okay Stevens.. that's a nice little setup you up there." Jela's fiance, Jordan replied.
"That's not even the finished product." he chuckled. "Where is EJ?" he looked at his wife as she pointed outside.
"They are outside playing." Right on cue, the kids ran into the living room, EJ jumping into his dad's arms as Erik lifted him up.
"Look at the little man right here." Sasha's boyfriend, Leo asked ticking EJ in Erik's arm as EJ giggled and squirmed. Erik put him down as he ran straight to his auntie Jela. Jela gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before saying,
"Are you excited for Santa to come?" Jela asked. Immediately his face turned into a frown then anger.
"I don't want his fat self to come to my house at all!" he yelled. The outburst caught everyone off guard, but more Erik and (Y/N).
"Beloved, what's wrong?" (Y/N) asked going to rub his back but he smacked her hand away.
"EJ!" she exclaimed. Erik grabbed his hand, pulling him away from Jela.
"EJ, come here." EJ started to cry, and you looked at Erik confusingly. "I don't want to ever catch you putting your hands on your mother you hear me?" Erik chastised him as EJ cried harder.
"I-I saw you!" he screamed at his mom, tears rushing down his face. Being a toddler, of course, he threw tantrums. But this was more than a tantrum. She could really see the hurt in his eyes.
"I saw you kissing Santa Clause last night!" he screamed. Realization started to sink in before Erik covered his mouth trying not to laugh in front of his son. (Y/N)'s reaction was the complete opposite. She was horrified.
"Ayo!" Leo busted out laughing. That really angered EJ because he took a B-line straight to Jordan.
"IT"S NOT FUNNY!" before he could reach to do his attack, (Y/N) stopped him by picking him up. "Let me down! I don't want to talk to you!" he screamed, managing to get out of your grasp and running up the stairs.
"Auntie (Y/N), you know Santa?" Your "niece" Cleo gushed in amusement.
"No sweetie. I don't know that man." she sighed. "I told you he saw us Erik!" she yelled at Erik as he finally let his laugh slip. "It's not funny!" she exclaimed, sounding just like her son. She ran up the stairs after him.
"I knew y'all was freaky but I ain't know y'all was that freaky," Jordan whispered in his ear so that the other kids didn't hear it. Erik laughed before walking up the stairs to see his wife trying to open EJ's door.
"EJ come out here. Let me talk to you," she said twisting the door nob, but it was locked. "Erik can you go downstairs and get the keys," she said still trying to get it open.
"I'm not going nowhere. But he is about to open this door." he walked to the door, her moving out of his way to see what he was going to do.
"EJ, I know you are upset but you know how I feel about locked doors. If I have to use a key to unlock it, it's gonna be me and you." There was a silence before he said,
"I just want to talk to you Daddy," he said at the door. (Y/N) sighed rubbing her forehead.
"Okay.. that's fine," Erik said as (Y/N) looked at him. "Look, I'll talk to him okay. He obviously isn't giving it up." he said. She looked at his door one more time before nodding.
"Okay." he gave her a kiss on the forehead before she left down stairs. "Okay. She's gone." Erik said. He slowly opened the door, Erik looking down and seeing his son's wet and teary face.
"Aww man.." Erik started to feel bad as he picked his son up. "Hey stop crying." he wiped his tears as EJ looked at him.
"Daddy, I went downstairs last night while you were gone, and I saw Ma sitting on Santa's lap and they were kissing.. for like a really long time," he said. Erik sighed sitting on the floor with EJ in his lap. "Why aren't you mad?" he sighed before saying,
"EJ, that wasn't Santa... that was me," he said. EJ's mouth dropped. "No no. I saw him. I saw his hat, and the red coat and everything." he said.
"I know. I was dressed up as Santa," he replied, EJ looking at him confused.
"Wait so Santa isn't real..." he trailed off, tears filling in his eyes.
"No Santa is real... but Santa can't always visit every child. So I help him by visiting them." he lied. "EJ your mom would never do that to me, and I wouldn't do that to her." he comforted him.
"How do you know?"
"Well.. me and your mom when we got married we made promises to each other. And we have trust in each other that we won't break it." Erik explained to him, but the look of confusion was still on his face.
"What's trust?"
"It's like.. it's when you believe in someone, right? So I believe in your mom to not hurt me, and your mom believes in me not to hurt her." he told her. EJ thought of it some more before he slowly nodded.
"Okay... okay it makes sense," he said sniffling.
"You know you are going to have to apologize to your mom right?" Erik said wiping the rest of EJ's tears. "I know you were upset, but you really hurt her feelings. You were being mean to her all this morning."
"I know.." he whispered looking down and playing with his hands. Erik stood up with the boy still in his arms, making his way to their bedroom. He found his wife in the closet looking for something. She looked up seeing him in Erik's arms before Erik stood in front of her. He put EJ down, kneeling next to him.
"EJ got something to say to you," Erik said. She kneeled in front of him before he started speaking.
"Mommy, I'm sorry for hitting and yelling at you," he whispered. "I won't do it again," he said. She pouted looking at him, seeing how guilty he looked. She grabbed him pulling in into a tight hug before kissing him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for apologizing beloved. I just want you to know that I would never do anything like that to your daddy, okay. I love him way too much to do such a thing." she said, moving the strands of hair that were in his face out of his face.
"I know, daddy told me that you guys trust each other," he said smiling as she smiled back.
"Ooh sounds like you learned a new word.." she said, acting surprised.
"I did! I did! A-And I trust you." he said as she smiled at him. Erik stood up grabbed him and placed him on the counter.
"And beloved.. if I ever do something to upset you, me, or your father, don't hesitate to let us know. It's better to talk about it than to just walk around angry, okay?" she told him as he nodded.
"Yeah, big fella.. don't be scared," Erik said tickling him as he laughed, with (Y/N) joining in and tickling him. "Alright, go in the living room with everyone else," Erik said placing him on the ground. He nodded running downstairs.
"We are never doing that again." She said. Erik winced at the statement.
"Well..." he trailed off.
"Erik, what did you do?"
"Well that whole little roleplaying thing last night did a little something.. so I went online and got you something. Well for me." he chuckled. He turned around grabbing an Amazon packet.
"How did you even-"
"Prime Delivery.." he smirked. She opened it to see an elf suit that was extremely explicit.
"C'mon, you know you want to be Santa's slutty helper," he said kissing her neck. She bit her lip but remembered that there was company downstairs
"Fine... but this happens upstairs," she warned him putting it back on the shelf. She turned around to leave,
"No problem!" he yelled after her.
"WITH THE DOOR LOCKED!"
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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OMG YOU WRITE FOR ERIK KILLMONGER!?!? Can I PLEASEEE request Erik Killmonger marking reader or like how he would mark reader (hickeys, Biting etc)
I actually haven't written just for him before but I do have another request for him.
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, marking, kissing, biting, teasing, licking
A/N: Erik is one of my favorite MCU antagonists, I was really surprised and happy to see him back in Wakanda Forever.
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Erik won't mark you unless you ask to be marked, and to tease you even more he asks you where you want him to mark you
Oh believe him, he wants to mark you, every inch of you in fact
But he holds back until he hears you ask properly
He knows your weak spots and knows you like him to focus on those a lot, however sometimes he avoids them deliberately to hear you grunting and moaning against him
A bit of a selfish streak on him, he doesn't want to leave too many marks where others can see
He's classy like that but you bet that everywhere that's covered is fair game from him
Loves to trace his fingers on your marks when he's done, seeing how you reach, hearing you sigh and moan and spread your legs in longing
What's wrong, do you want something else too?
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nareyacute101 · 1 year
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I Can Give You A Ride
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this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!
Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader
You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.
You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.
“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”
You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”
“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”
“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.
“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.
“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”
You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.
“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.
I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭
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becauseimswagman1 · 1 year
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Ruined
A/N: My reader will ALWAYS be black. I may not mention any defining features, but the nice young lady getting her back broken will always be black. Thank you.
The mere thought of making love to you drove Erik wild.
Of course, y'all had sex. He would gladly ruin you on any surface anytime and any place but making love is something you two have yet to do and he thinks it's time.
You've been dating for a while and he wants to switch it up in the bedroom. To prove to nobody else but you that he's an attentive lover. He knows he doesn't have to since you initiate the majority of the quickies you two have, but he wants to. He wants you to know that he loves and cares for you and bringing you to three earth-shattering orgasms back to back on the kitchen counter after your annual date night isn't enough for him.
The night was going amazing. You thought the two of you ended the night by sharing a dessert, but to Erik, the night was just starting.
Y'all got home and rose petals leading to the bedroom (courtesy of T’Challa). He takes you to the room and unzips your dress then pushes you onto the bed and takes your heels off. He rubs your feet and kisses your freshly manicured white toes when he finishes.
"Erik, what is all this? The rose petals? The foot massage? Even though I did love that,” you laugh a little, “yeah you have gotta do that more often but still, this is a lot."
He chuckles and responds, "Baby I want to show you that you are one of the most important women in my life. You make me so happy and I don't think I can wait for another second to prove it to you."
Just as he's about to stand to take off his shirt, you stop him. "E... Before you say anything else I have to make something clear. I'm not ready to get married. I love you I do but we've only been together for a year. That's not very long to get engaged."
Erik genuinely laughs because he can see how you would think he's about to propose.
"Bae, I would never propose while you're in your bra and panties. It would be so much more special and you'd never see it coming." He winks as he stands and kisses your forehead.
He strips his shirt off and stands you up so he can take your place sitting on the bed, “Yeah knowing you, you’d do it at a crazy time like after we just got done fucking or something and I’ve been fucked so dumb that I ain’t got a choice but to say yes.”
He laughed and pulled you into his lap, “That actually sounds like a good idea.”
“Babe don’t take that shit serious. It was a joke! I would so make you-” he cut you off before you go on a tangent about how you’d make him propose again.
"Look forward, baby girl."
And there it was, the stand-up mirror you jokingly suggested to Erik about getting just to have mirror sex.
"I know that me fucking you from behind and forcing you to take it while you watch us is one of your many fantasies so I thought I'd make it come true." He slid his hand into your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, just enough to tease you and leave you breathless. "But for right now you're gonna watch me take you apart and put you right back together."
He smirked at the feeling of you getting wetter.
"Someone's eager, huh."
You gripped the hand that was toying with your emotions and tried to make him go faster.
"Not eager baby. Just want you to make me feel good."
Erik kissed your neck and delivered two quick slaps to your clit, “Do that shit again and Ima have no choice but to knock yo ass out. We don't want you passing out right baby? Keep yo fucking hands to yourself."
All you could do was squirm in his hold while he fingered you with 2 fingers and rubbed your clit with his thumb. You were already close to your first orgasm of the night and all you could do was say his name.
"That's right baby. Let everybody know who's treating you so well."
He left marks on your neck while applying more pressure on your clit. Keeping you constantly feeling the pleasure of coming without actually doing it.
"You close? You gonna come for me for real this time? You've been such a good girl at keeping your hands to yourself so I should let you right?"
You could barely speak and he knew you were almost at your peak so he let you have it. Your first orgasm of the night and your legs were shaking.
After making you come to the point of tears two more times, you thought the mirror stuff was all that was happening tonight.
You laid your head back on his shoulder, outta breath and ready to fall asleep, but Erik wasn’t having it.
“You thought I was finished with you? I’m nowhere near done baby.”
He quickly laid you on the bed and stripped you out of your bra and panties. Placing sweet kisses all over your body than standing to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread your legs and gets in between them, hand shooting out to rub himself against your wetness.
You wrapped your legs around his waist tryna get him to put it in but he wasn't budging.
"Baby keeps doing that and I won't fuck you at all. I wanna please you so let me do that aight?"
All you could do was nod your head.
He leaned towards your face, "Words. Use your words."
The sound of you begging wanted to make him nut then and there, "Please fuck me, Erik. Please"
He smirked, "Patience baby. Okay? Be a good girl for me."
He slid into you and let you adjust.
He leaned down to your ear, "I know I've ruined you for any other man. No one can ever make you feel this good but me and I'm letting you know right now that you're the only one I want screaming my name."
He started to roll his hips into you, making you feel every inch pulling out and pushing right back in. You were losing your mind at the pace since you were used to him fucking into you fast.
You grabbed at his shoulders and started to plead him to go faster. He almost didn’t give in.
He wanted this to last. He wanted you to feel how he felt. How much he loves you, how much he cherishes you, how much he wanted to marry you, and how much he wanted you to have his babies.
But he went a little faster anyway while giving you long deep strokes. All he wanted was for you to feel good.
The pleasure you were feeling was incredible. You felt that this was making love. You felt the love he had for you right here and now. You were overwhelmed with all the emotion.
Erik could feel you clenching around him, "you gonna come, baby? So soon?"
You nodded, not being able to properly form words to tell him that he was making you feel like this, that he was the one that was gonna make you spill all over him.
He reached down and started to rub your clit at the same time as his strokes. "I'm not gonna play with you, baby. Come for me."
Your breath hitched and you came with tears in your eyes and you could barely register that he was still rubbing you and fucking into you faster.
"One more for me then you're done. I know you got one more in you, baby."
You were shaking under him, practically losing your mind. Erik had made you orgasm multiple times before, but this was something new.
He knew you were close and so was he.
"I'm gonna come too, baby. You want me to give it to you? Fill you up so much it’s leaking out?" He kept rubbing and before you knew it, you were screaming his name. So loud that both of you knew you would get noise complaints the next day.
You came all over him, wetting yours and his thighs up. He groaned as he thrust into you one final time and emptied himself into you, making a chill run down your spine.
He pulled out and then got a rag out of the bathroom to clean you up. Erik gave your legs a little massage and kissed your forehead. Telling you to rest for a bit before he ran you two a bath.
All you could tell him was that you loved him before you drifted off to sleep.
He smiled, "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
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Our secret part 2
Dom!Erik x subblack!reader, dom × sub, smut!, swear words, age difference, big brothers best friend, fluffy kinda, dd/Ig themes but it's never addressed as dd/lg
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It was y/n 19th birthday and all her friends and family were over to celebrate her day!
She was Beyond excited, everything was falling perfectly into plan.
Her birthday theme were lemons, there was lemons literally everywhere. She had a Lemon cake, yellow tablecloths and of course for drinks there was lemonade, and to top it all off she had on a cute white princess cut dress with yellow lemons over over it! She had retired the two puffs and settled for one big afro with a cute  yellow Ruben tied around her head, She had light makeup and her lips were glossed and shiny.
She and her best friends dance and Sang along to the lyrics coming from the speaker loudly. Her mother laughed and quickly grabbed the camera- "smile guys!" She told the girls. Y/n put on a big smile and posed.
After dancing and singing their lungs out she were winded and tired. She huffed out air. It was extremely hot out today "I'll be back guys." She told her friends and walked back into her kitchen. Her bare feet slapping against the cold floors.
She could hear her dad and his friends from in the living room watching the game, the smell of beers and the sound of her dads laugher brought a since of comfort.
She grabbed a glass of lemonade and chucked it down... As she did so her mind began to wonder off to her brother...where was he? He was here earlier but he disappeared out of nowhere. A couple of his friends were supposed to come too maybe they had all went to the neighborhood park to play basketball like usual she thought.
Speaking of his friends she was a little bummed that Erik wasn't in town. He had went off to college two years ago and she haven't seen or heard from him since last summer when he had spent the summer with her family.. she thought about him a lot, maybe a bit to much.
"Y/n!" Her brother called from the kitchen door, shirt off and dripping with sweat. Speak of the devil. She crunched her face and plugged your nose shut. "Gross."
"Shut up, who's outside." He asked. She slightly rolled her eyes. "My friends a few of mom friends and mom, don't go out there until you take a shower you reek." She said and fake gagged yourself.
"Alright alright, Get off me I'm going but their someone outside on the porch that wants to see you." He said as he set the ball down and jogged up stairs to freshen up. She were froze for a second. Is it who she thinks it it? Her heart started thumping hard as she shakily set her glass down and pushed herself to walk to the front door. She opened the door and was face to face with the big 6'0 boy- or man now that she had fallen in love with over two summers of sneaky kisses and touches.
Her cheeks grow hot as she walk through the door and shut it.
He towered over her even more now then before. He still smelled good, and for the most part still looked the same...except he grow facial hair. She was shocked.
"Hi Erik!" She squealed as she jumped to hug him. He caught her and squeeze her back as he chuckled.
"Wassup lil mama, I feel like I haven't seen you in so long! I missed you." He said as he set her back on her feet and kissed her on her cheek, making her stomach flutter. "I missed you too! You left us to go back to that bougie college." She said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes jokily. He chuckled. "I know I know I should've came to visit earlier but I was busy you know how it is-" Erik explain before he was cut off be the girl sitting on the porch swing that y/n had completely missed and didn't notice at all. Y/n frown and turned her big brown eyes back to Erik, he bit his lip nervously.
"Oh yeah my bad, Vanessa this is y/n, y/n this is my girlfriend Vanessa." Erik said smiling at the both of them. Her heart slowly sank as her smile softened to almost a frown before she put on a fake cheerful smile.
His girlfriend?
"Hi..." she shyly said to Vanessa before looking back at Erik with sad eyes.
Vanessa glanced at Erik as well but more confused then anything. Erik chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Um well it's nice to meet you y/n and happy birthday! Time moves fast I still remember my 19th birthday like it was yesterday!" Vanessa laughed, making Erik laugh as well.
Obviously It was only three years ago more then likely...
"Thanks...Um I'm about to go in...I'll see you guys later." She said as she back away.
"Actually I'm staying the week with your bother!" Her face dropped once again. Not only today but the whole week? Great fucking great.
"Oh well is Vanessa staying here too?" She said playing with the end of her dress. She had to ask cause if so she would try to stay at one of her friends house or maybe even at her grandmas.
"No, her family live here too she's going to stay at her aunts place." She hummed in response before Turning around and going back into the house.
"She's...weird." Vanessa said scrunching her face. "Chill, she's just not used to new people plus nobody told her you were coming to her birthday party." Erik said as bit annoyed with Vanessas comment. She rolled her eyes and sat back down as they wait for her bother to come back down.
As she walked back into the kitchen her eyes were glossy and red. She didn't want to cry she really didn't but the tears were forming and her throat was starting to feel tight.
Her birthday was going good why did he have to ruin it.
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After she opened her gifts, ate her cake and cleaned up it was time to go to bed.
Her friends had went home and she tried her best to pretend like Erik and Vanessa wasn't there but Erik just kept on talking to her so it was bad to be mad at him but it hurt so bad to watch him and his girlfriend be so playful with each other and all lovely. She sat on his lap the whole time and it was eating her up inside. She was jealous and weren't very sure if she should be but she couldn't help it.
Erik was her first love.
Y/n parents and brother had all went to bed hours ago, it was now 1:25 in the morning and her stomach ached from being empty.
Y/n got up and put on her slippers,  pulled her night gown down over her butt and stepped out of the room, closing her door softly.
She snuck down stairs and made her way to the kitchen. pouring herself some of the lemonade that her mom had made earlier.
"Why you up so late little one?" You heard from the door frame making you jumped spilling your juice down your soft pink gown. Y/n frowned looking down at her gown. "Don't worry about it, you ain't my daddy." She hissed pouring the rest of the lemonade in the sink. Erik's eyebrows raised a slight smirk on his face. "I see you got a mouth on you now huh?" Her face didn't move from the frown. She definitely didn't find anything amusing about this right now.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she made her way towards him to leave the kitchen...but he stayed in place.
"Move."
"I'm just trying to talk to you princess why you being so mean to me? I haven't see you in so long." She cross her arms across her chest. Now was not the time. "Erik move I don't want to talk."
"is it because of Vanessa? You jealous?" He chuckled. He thought this was funny clearly. She was hurt because of him and here he is laughing at her, right in her face.
She tore her eyes from his looking at the other side of the kitchen as the tears came filling her eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "Th-that's funny to you? Erik you hurt my feelings and you think it's funny? What the fuck is wrong with you? You played with my feelings and made it seem like you l-...loved me Erik," she said choking on her words now looking at him.
hot tears streaming down her face now. Erik's face dropped when he saw her tears. "Y/n, princess.." he sighed looking at her through his eyelashes, she hated that she thought he looked so cute right now and the way that the little pet name he gave her a couple years back still made her tummy feel warm and tingly...It all started with a silly game to this...
"baby you know we can't be together, I'm away in my second year of college and you haven't even graduated high school yet, you my best friends little sister I can't date you-"
"But you can fuck me right? Is that all I am to you? Just a fuck doll-"
"No no princess-"
"Stop calling me that!" You whispered yelled at him pocking him in the chest.
"You were just using me because I was naïve! Erik you made it seem like you actually liked me...like you loved me! You told me nothing would change when you went to college but then showed up to my birthday party with a girlfriend I had no idea about!" Her tears still streaming down her face. Erik really had nothing to say, she left him speechless, but what could he even say?
"I guess it is partly my fault also for being so stupid to even think you would like me like that huh?" Erik so badly wanted to tell her how he felt but it would only cause more damage and leave her thinking y'all could be more then what they were, in the end she would only get her hopes up again and end up with her feelings hurt.
He so badly wanted to grab her and Comfort you.
"Good night Erik." She pushed past him and headed back up stairs.
Y/n grabbed her teddy bear off her bed and crawled into her Secret room, shutting the door behind her. She turned on her fairy lights and it lit up the small room just enough. She snuggled into her blankets, and cried. She cried her little heart out.
Who would have known her brothers best friend would be the reason for her broken heart.
Why did he have do this to her on her birthday at that...
The day was soured all because he didn't even consider her feelings nor seem like he cared in the slightest.
He had that girl smiling all in her face like he wasn't fingering fucking her all last summer, sharing sweet kisses and cuddles, like he was sharing deep parts of his past to her. Her heart ached so badly that she had to grab it tightly as she cried into her teddy, this wasn't fair.. this wasn't fair at all she shouldn't be crying right now but she felt so betrayed by someone that showed her how to love, how to make love, how to feel loved..
She sank deeper into her comforter and let out soft gut wrenching sobs.
Her first heart break was her big brothers best friend, how naive of her.
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this not the end yall im gonna write a part three ❤️
for some reason I thought I finished this and posted it already.  also I'm way more active on tumblr so if you wanna follow I'll love that, I'm going to be writing about a few of my favorite anime characters too so if you fucking with that follow @rimaiahwrites !!
P.s I still have a deep love for writing yall and wanna finish these projects but life been LIFE'N THESE PAST COUPLE YEARS IM SORRY 😭❤️
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Imagine Prt 5
Was this all a dream?
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“Wake up.”
Her eyes shot open and a blinding light almost burned through her retina like a magnifying glass to an ant. She shut her eyes tightly, opening them again only this time the light had been replaced with a face you’d love to wake up to every single day. 
Only this face was the face of an unhinged, sadistic murderer with deep-seated obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. So, naturally, Y/N wanted to scream. She wanted to kick and scream. But for some reason, her throat felt as if she’d swallowed glass. Her limbs were bound to a flatbed with no support and it was bone-chilling cold.
Her dry tongue tried to bring moisture to her dehydrated lips but there was no use. The feeling began to over power her limbs. Why does it feel like she’d been running on rocks? She couldn’t wiggle her toes. Why is there cushioning lining the walls? Why is everything so stark white? Why does the door remind her of a prison? 
Still trying to gain her motor skills, Y/N tried moving her head from left to right. She allowed her tired eyes to scan her body as best as she could. Thick leather restraints and rusty buckles kept her imprisoned to the bed. She could taste the fear on her tongue and it was far from pleasant. 
“Hello, Y/N,” a smooth baritone filled her ears, “You’ve been out for a while now. Glad to have you back with us.”
She refused to speak. Who are they? 
“You’ve created quite the ruckus this time around. Had I not saved you from what would have been your death, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
She could feel hot tears pricking her eyes. 
“We had to put you out. Heavily sedate you. I usually don’t agree to this, but you somehow got your hands on a knife from the kitchens. Sadly, I couldn’t help you out of this one. Not when you almost killed me…”
The sound of his dress shoes click-clacked across the polished floor. He seemed to pace back and forth. Y/N kept her eyes on the padded wall. She thought she’d escaped his wrath. She wondered if her sister made it out safely. After everything April had gone through, she deserved to live. As for Y/N, she was the dumb bitch who fell in love with a psycho. 
“Y/N? What are you thinking about?” He questioned with a patient voice.
She couldn’t find it in her to speak. 
“One way or another, you’ll have to talk to me. Even if that means you’ll be tied to this bed.”
He approached her side with slow strides and reached out to stroke her hair back from her face. He then used his knuckle to wipe away her tears before quickly moving his hand away when he realized what he was doing. 
“I care so much about your well-being because I have such a soft spot for you, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t say things like that…but I’ve grown fond of you as my patient.” 
Patient?
Y/N turned her head quickly to look at him. To make sure she’d heard him exactly. She somehow missed the hospital band with the number 67 on it and her name. 
“What?” 
Her voice was cracking. 
“What do you mean patient?”
Drinking him in, he’s wearing a white button down shirt, black slacks with a black belt, and polished black dress shoes. Gold-rimmed specs decorated his obsidian eyes and his hair is loc’d with a crisp tapered fade. A navy blue lanyard hung from his sturdy neck and a laminated badge attached to it. She studied the badge very closely. 
Dr. N’Jadaka Stevens
Dr. N’Jadaka Stevens
Dr. N’Jadaka Stevens
She couldn’t believe it. This can’t be true. A Doctor?
He had a pleasant smile in the picture on the badge. It’s slightly faded and his hair was styled in a kinky fro. 
“We’ve been through this many times before, Y/N,” He took a seat at the foot of the bed, “yes, you are a patient here at Gateway. You’ve been a patient here for over a year now.”
“Wha—no–this–no–no I–I’m not a patient.”
“Hm,” His eyes became sorrowful, “this is the deepest delusion episode you’ve had since being admitted.”
“Delusion?” Y/N squinted her eyes with confusion, “Are you trying to say I’m crazy?”
“No, no,” Erik shakes his head, “You suffer from delusional disorder. It’s what you’ve been diagnosed with.”
“I’m delusional?! Me?! After the way you’ve acted?!”
Erik adjusted his glasses as he stared at Y/N with no emotion. 
“What is this? Another sick game of yours?! Where the fuck am I?!”
A hard knock to the door caused Y/N to jump. 
“Everything is good,” He shouted towards the door. 
A burly man turned his back away from the small panel of glass in the door. 
“What is this place, Erik?” 
“Gateway.”
“This where you keep all of your victims before you murder them?!” Y/N snapped.
He smirked, “No, Y/N, I’m not the psychopath you think I am. Maybe that’s how you see it in your altered reality, but I’m just your psychiatrist.”
Y/N laughed maniacally. 
“Okay! You’ve won! Now let me go!!!”
He stood from the bed. Y/N began to kick and writhe. The bed was mounted to the floor with bolts specifically for this reason. She started becoming light headed from her dehydration and the urge to vomit overcame her. 
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” She screamed.
“You hate the fantasy you’ve created in your mind. To you, I’m Erik, The one that held you captive, kidnapped your sister, murdered her boyfriend, murdered your ex—”
“YOU DID ALL OF THOSE THINGS! So what is this?! Are you really some twisted doctor?! What are you going to do now, torture me until I beg you to kill me?!!!”
He turned his back on her. He removed his glasses and placed them in his shirt pocket. He couldn’t keep up with the amount of times this has happened. It always ends in this very room. 
“But, would you even do it? Would you do it when I’m pregnant with your baby, Erik? If you kill me, you kill the one link to you. All of those lies about how you would never hurt me,” Y/N broke down crying between sentences, “You lied to me. You don’t love me, you don’t love anyone or anything. You’re not capable of love. All you know is death and heartbreak. You’re fucking crazy. You’re the one that should be tied to this bed, not me. I wish I never fucking met you.”
N’Jadaka shut his eyes slowly. Y/N’s words stung. He knew that she wasn’t well, but why did her made up world hurt his feelings so much? No one can see or know how that made him feel. He’d lose his job and never see her again. 
“Y/N, I’m going to show you something,” He finally turned to look at her, his face expressionless, “This is your file. Your patient file. Everything within this manila folder is between you and I. It’s worn out  because I’ve shown you this file many times before. This is the only solution to your episodes. Showing you proof that THIS is the reality you are in…”
N’Jadaka took long strides towards Y/N. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly as if she were chasing her own breath. He opened the file and held it above her head so that she could read it. The first page was her information, including her diagnosis. Delusion Disorder. She squinted to focus and when the words seemed to connect, her eyes scanned the page. Her brows creased with worry and her lower lip trembled. 
N’Jadaka flipped the page. Now, she was seeing her criminal profile. It was a crime of insanity. Not guilty by reason of insanity. Remaining confined to Gateway. A double homicide. Y/N’s eyelids fluttered and a fresh swell of tears rolled into her hairline. N’Jadaka couldn’t bear the look on her face each and every time. 
“April…Darrell…no…no…I wouldn’t have…”
“I’m sorry, Y/N…”
“This—you made this up. You typed this up to make me look crazy—”
“You murdered your sister and your fiancé in cold blood. You can’t remember any of it because you were having an episode. You blacked out and woke up in handcuffs. This happened almost two years ago, Y/N.”
“No…”
“You’ve been admitted to Gateway Mental Hospital as an inmate and you were assigned to be my patient.”
“This…what is…no…”
She could feel the blood rushing to her head. Her eyes darted back and forth. Visions of blood and the sound of pleads and cries pierced her ears. 
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Y/N no! Please, please, I’m so sorry! 
Y/N!!!! Don’t do this!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Slash!
Slash!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Splatter splatter splatter
I—I’ll always love you…
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“Time to wake up.” 
Y/N could hear a voice…a sonorous voice. She stood up on wobbling legs and covered her ears. Y/N stumbled and hit the padded white wall behind her. Only one light soaring high above her illuminated the room. She turned to press her face into the soft yet firm wall to hide her eyes. She felt like a vampire. 
She woke up from a dream. She was caressing her pregnant belly while sitting on the beach in the sand. She was alone and there was a sunset. She couldn’t see the man that had her sitting between his legs with her head resting against his chest, but she could see his bloody hands with deep slashes palming her belly. 
Both hands were covered in tattoos. It looked like a scripture with faded ink. Squeezing her eyes tightly, a sharp pain in her temple had her keeled over in pain. She was having a migraine. Y/N was exposed from behind, the curve of her nude cheeks and the smooth dip in her spine on display for whoever could see. 
“Y/N, this is Dr. Stevens. I’m at the door. Please, don’t fight today.”
A loud buzzer sounded off and she leaped away from the padded wall. Dark circles beneath her eyes, Y/N studied the heavy door. It opened and in walked Dr. Stevens with a tray of food. Behind him were two men wearing all white from head to toe. They had disgusted looks on their faces. Maybe that was a disguise, because Y/N could see past the pure hate in their eyes and sense desire. She wanted to rip their eyes out and feed it to them. 
There is a table next to her bed mounted to the floor and Dr. Stevens placed the tray of food there. Y/N cut her eyes to the tray to see what it was. Her stomach rumbled then.
“Turkey and cheese. Apple juice. And a fruit cup.”
Y/N slowly looked up at Dr. Stevens. He was dressed in another white button down shirt again but this time he wore khakis that hugged his tight ass and strapping thighs. Brown loafers on his feet and a gold Rolex completed the look. His gold-rimmed specs were in his shirt pocket again. 
“You haven’t eaten in 24 hours,” N’Jadaka turned to the men, “Go ahead, unchain her.”
The two guards gave each other a look before they both approached her. One man yanked the long chain connected to the cuffs on her wrists while the other crouched down to take the ankle cuff off. Y/N looked down at him with a burning desire to knee him in the face. He could feel her staring, so he looked up and glared at her. 
“Whatchu lookin at, girl?” 
His face was red with anger. 
“Stop looking up my gown.” Y/N warned him.
He chuckled darkly, “you wish I was looking up your gown you crazy bitch—”
“Watch your mouth,” N’Jadaka shoved the guard, “Time to go.” 
The guard got into N’Jadaka’s face. N’Jadaka stared at him with amusement with his hands folded in front of him and his feet wide. 
“You gon’ hit me? Do it. I can have your ass fired in a heartbeat. I know how much of a dirty mother fucker you are. Did you think I forgot?”
The guard's face turned purple.
“Now, I suggest you get out of here. And don’t let me find out you’ve been harassing the female patients again.” N’Jadaka said.
He twisted his lips and clenched his fists but instead of making matters worse for himself, he stormed off leaving the other guard behind. They shut the door with a slam and N’Jadaka looked to the ceiling to calm himself. Every day he has to remind himself that he is a professional and this isn’t the time or place to get into an altercation. He’d already been warned many times in the past and it almost cost his license. 
“Sorry about that,” N’Jadaka exhaled slowly, “I can get a little…why don’t you sit down and eat, Y/N?”
She watched N’Jadaka sit on the bed. 
“Come on, sit.”
Y/N finally took a seat in front of the table. She pulled the tray closer to her with her finger tips. Picking up the sandwich, she slowly took a bite and began mashing it with her teeth. She could feel her teeth chattering as if she were cold. Her leg bounced with nerves and she could feel tears cascading down her cheeks.
“Good?” N’Jadaka questioned.
Y/N simply nodded her head.
“Is today better than yesterday?”
Y/N wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands. She swallowed her food down before speaking.
“What happened to my baby?”
N’Jadaka paused. He leaned forward onto his knees with his elbows before locking eyes with her again.
“…you’re baby never made it, Y/N. You had a miscarriage.”
Y/N touched her belly gently. Her fingers gripped the gown tightly. Now she was bent over wailing into her food. Her tears soaked the bread of her lunch meat sandwich. N’Jadaka watched her cry, his fingers itching to comfort her. Pull her into an embrace. But, he knew he was being watched. The only place he couldn’t be watched was his own office. But Y/N didn’t have outside privileges for another month. 
“I—I just don’t understand any of this shit,” Y/N sniffled, “Why would I kill them? I loved my sister. I—”
“The knowledge of the affair broke you. What you didn’t know, and what your mother failed to tell you, was that your father suffered from the same thing. He had obsessive-compulsive personality disorder and he suffered from delusions. It got so bad that he jumped out of a window to his death. When you started showing signs of the same thing, your mother kept it from you. She felt ashamed to get you the help you needed.”
Y/N couldn’t tell her reality from fantasy anymore. She felt like she was living a lie. 
“April and Darrell didn’t deserve what happened to them, but that doesn’t make you a bad person, Y/N. You’re just ill. I’m here to help you work through that. You’re one of the most difficult patients I’ve ever had but that’s what I love about my job. I will never give up. I’ll find a solution.”
Y/N fidgets with the hem of her gown. The hard metal chair beneath her naked butt made her feel numb. She badly wanted to see her sister. Not bloodied and slaughtered, but smiling and full of life. Memories of Darell made her aware of her delusions at times. She hadn’t met Erik at a poetry reading, it was Darrell. The home on the beach belonged to him as well but there was no glass chamber, sound proof walls, and cuffs to the bed. So why had she replaced Darrell with Dr. Stevens?
“I am a bad person. I killed my sister and my fiancé because I found out they’d been fucking. Cut off the engagement, sure, disown my sister, sure, but murder them in cold blood like I did?”
Y/N pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes to stop herself from crying.
“These cuts on my hands…are from the knife…I used to kill them…”
“Y/N. Breathe. Remember the exercise I taught you. Breathe in and hold for five seconds then release.” 
Y/N did the exercise a few times. 
“It  must feel very frightening to have these nightmares. To have these delusions.” N’Jadaka said.
“…why do I keep seeing you in my delusions as the monster when I’m the monster?”
N’Jadaka stands to pace back and forth in front of her. This was something he did often.
“…Sometimes a person with delusions will treat others as though they are someone else. It’s a reaction to the delusions. It’s a type of delusion called persecutory delusion. It’s when you have a belief of harassment or persecution. It also plays into your OCP.”
Y/N clung onto every word.
“…you’ve somehow decided to see me as the villain because I represent your current life. Your life is confined to these walls,” N’Jadaka placed his hands in his pockets, “you see my face everyday. You speak to me everyday. It shows that you are trying to fight your way through your recent struggles, but also you’re…”
N’Jadaka halted his footsteps. He stopped speaking mid sentence and blinked his eyes rapidly, as if he were remembering where he was. 
“I’m what?” Y/N questioned. 
N’Jadaka looked over his shoulder at the door and then he glanced over at Y/N. He struggled with what he wanted to say, but ultimately, he decided to keep it to himself. For now.
“I think we can end this session for today. I’m going to discuss with the hire-ups about resuming your personal sessions. I feel that with many eyes on us, no matter if they can’t hear, it doesn’t make this personal. Private. Do you understand?”
Y/N stared at N’Jadaka with a bewildered expression. 
“I’m sorry,” N’Jadaka glanced down at his watch, “I have to go for now, it was nice talking to you today.” 
He walked away and knocked on the door. The loud buzzer sounded off again and the door opened. Dr. Stevens left without a backwards glance and the door shut behind him, leaving Y/N alone to her thoughts.
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Curls tangled, nails cut short, and skin dry.
Y/N was in the showers for the first time in a long time. She’s now back in her old room that had normal walls, a softer bed, and better lighting. She has all of the things she enjoyed from puzzles, books, and stress balls to warm sheets. She returned to the circle room that reminded her of a large sunroom where she could do a myriad of activities and even play games with the other patients. All supervised of course. The soft carpet with colorful shapes would feel so good compared to the hard floors in her room and those cozy socks with the sticky bottom would keep her warm and cozy on colder nights.
She was able to comb her hair out, pull it into a messy bun, and she was able to apply lotion to her body. All supervised. Despite looking like the undead with dark circles under her eyes, Y/N felt better. She wondered if they would ever get tired of putting her away for a month in the padded room. She can’t control her delusions. They know this. Y/N walked into the circle room accompanied by two guards and found an empty table near a window. She said hello to some of the patients that she recognized and found herself a puzzle to complete.
Now that she was living her reality, she felt so alone. No family, no friends, no fiancé, no baby. She was going to die alone and crazy. She mustered the little strength left within her to fight back tears. The only person who understood her was Dr. Stevens and she hadn’t seen him in three days. He’s always patient and understanding with her, even when she’s accusing him of being a psycho. Y/N wouldn’t admit it to him, but there was a part of her that couldn’t stop reliving the delusions because she enjoyed the way he made her feel. 
He was attentive, affectionate, and assertive. The sex was amazing. While she sorted through her puzzle pieces, the thought of sex with Dr. Stevens had Y/N squirming in her seat. He would never think of her that way. A murderer who’s crazy? Nah. He probably has a loving family of his own. Probably leaves this hospital every night to go home to a home cooked meal, a hot shower, and wet pussy. He probably kisses his children good night and tucks them in like the good daddy he is. 
The way he defended her and the glint in his eye and the rasp of his voice turned her on something vicious. She’d have thrown herself at him if it wasn’t for her current predicament. She desperately wanted to know what he’d wanted to say to her. Where is he?
Y/N looked up to see the nurses entering. They were bringing around snacks and their second round of meds. Y/N rolled her brown eyes and returned to her puzzle. One of the nurses finally came around and Y/N never put up a fight. She accepted her lorna doone cookies and orange juice. She took her antipsychotics in front of the nurse and washed it down with a small cup of water. She would have to speak to Dr. Stevens about them upping her dosage.
Thirty minutes into her puzzle and loud thunder brought her attention to the window. All the other patients seemed to gravitate towards the windows as well. Y/N closed her eyes and imagined herself dancing in the rain. Gown soaked, the smell in the air, the breeze blowing her curls into her face.
“I enjoy a rainy day myself.”
Y/N turned to see Dr. Stevens. He’s wearing a black long sleeve fitted sweater and dark blue jeans with black dress boots. His badge is clipped to his hip this time and he replaced his gold-rimmed specs with Calvin Klein frames. It must be a casual Friday for the doctors today. 
“Where have you been?” Y/N asked. 
“I took some time off. Another puzzle?”
N’Jadaka made himself comfortable in the seat across from her. He picked up the box to see what the picture looked like since Y/N wasn’t finished. 
“The Disney castle. Cinderella’s castle?”
“Yes…you took time off to do what?”
Dr.Stevens placed the box back down and cut his eyes to Y/N. She clenched her thighs shut.
“To see other patients. You’re not the only patient I treat, Y/N.”
Y/N tilted her head at him.
“Penny for your thoughts?” 
Y/N leaned into the table with her elbows, making herself closer to Dr. Stevens.
“I thought that I was the most difficult patient you’ve ever had?”
N’Jadaka picked up a puzzle piece, “yes. But I have to put in time with other patients as well.”
“I don’t like it,” Y/N cleared the table and placed the puzzle box at the end of the table, “what if I have another episode? I almost killed you, remember?”
“Breathe,” Dr. Stevens spoke with a hushed tone, “After dinner you will resume sessions with me in my office. Don’t worry, we can talk for an entire two hours about anything.”
“…and you’ll tell me what you wanted to say the last time but couldn’t?”
N’Jadaka lowered his gaze to his hands and his mouth twitched slightly. 
“Breathe,” Y/N smirked.
“I have to go. Finish your puzzle. It keeps you focused.”
N’Jadaka rose from his seat and took one final look at Y/N before walking away and out of the circle room. 
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Y/N adjusted the oversized heather gray pullover she had on that matched the sweatpants covering her lower half. The guard that had the chain to her cuffs stopped in front of Dr. Stevens’ office door. He knocked twice and she became jittery. The guard, Anthony is his name, looked down at her with annoyance. Y/N couldn’t recall the last session she had with him in his office, but she were nervous. No cameras. Just him and her.
“Thank you.” 
Released, Y/N walks into the office and Dr. Stevens shuts the door behind her. Everything about Dr. Stevens' office screamed welcoming. The soothing colors surrounding her promoted a sense of calm and relaxation. The artwork on the walls told Y/N a little something about him. Art of the African diaspora. As her eyes scanned the walls, she came across the tribal mask she’d seen many times in her delusions. The mask Erik had worn the night he gunned down the kind man behind the club. 
Plants decorated window sills, comfortable seating whether on the floor or a chair, and nothing distracting and triggering crowded the space. It smelled clean, and it felt like home. Y/N took a seat on a tufted dark gray chaise and propped her legs up. 
“Welcome back, Y/N.”
“Feels good to be back,” Y/N pulled on the sleeves of her sweater anxiously.
“How was your day?” N’Jadaka asked.
“Better than I thought. I didn’t have a nightmare last night.”
“Oh? That’s good to hear, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”
“Ha,” Y/N shook her head bashfully, “don’t say things like that.”
“That I’m proud of you?” N’Jadaka questioned.
“What is there to be proud of?”
“You’re improving.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s that?” Y/N echoed, “Well, I’m still having episodes.”
“Fewer episodes. You’re getting better.” N’Jadaka clarified.
“I’ll feel better when it stops.”
N’Jadaka crossed his arms over his chest.
“You keep having these delusions so frequently because something is triggering it.” 
Y/N creases her brows. 
“Elaborate.”
“Let’s see,” N’Jadaka rolled up his sleeves and took a seat in front of Y/N on an ottoman, “You have these delusions because you still haven’t forgiven yourself for what happened. You want to blame everyone else around you instead of accepting what happened as truth. That’s one part of it. Another part is…your desire for me.”
Y/N leisurely looked up at N’Jadaka. They stayed that way for a moment, just staring at each other, never turning away. Y/N’s eyes welled with tears and she took her sweater to wipe her eyes.
“Is it that obvious?” She said between sniffing, “Am I really that messed up?”
“I never implied that,” N’Jadaka smoothed his hands down his face, “Desiring me doesn’t make you messed up.”
“Why do you give a fuck?” Y/N sassed.
“I’m supposed to—I’m your doctor—”
“N’Jadaka,” Y/N spoke softly, “Tell me how to get over you.”
N’Jadaka nibbled on his bottom lip. He shook his head and stood up from the ottoman. Why was he struggling with this? Having feelings for your patient? That’s completely inappropriate. 
He had to come up with a response that was the complete opposite of what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t want her to get over him. He desires her just as much as she does him.
“…I keep thinking about the way Erik made me feel,” Y/N was staring off into the corner, lost in her words, “He has his demons, and he is a sadistic person, but he did it all for me. I was his world. He loved me and made love to me. And while I’m having sex with Erik in my delusions, it’s your face that I see.”
“…I told you why that is, Y/N, and why you have to let go. Every bit of information I’ve given you isn’t to steer you wrong. I can’t begin to imagine the struggle—”
“Ain’t no breathing or meds or forgiveness gonna stop me from wanting you, Erik.”
N’Jadaka locked eyes with Y/N. 
“I’m not Erik, my name is N’Jadaka. And you refer to me as Dr. Stevens.” N’Jadaka reminded her with a stern voice. 
“How long will it take for you to admit your feelings for me? Hm?”  Y/N threw her legs over the side of the chaise, standing up, “This back and forth is getting old. You said that we could talk about anything, right? Let’s talk about Erik.”
“Fine. Fine.”
N’Jadaka motioned for Y/N to have a seat. She didn’t recline back this time. Her back is ram-rod straight and she’s staring across at N’Jadaka like she wanted to eat him alive. He kept the connection going, watching her closely. 
“I thought you said that you hated Erik?”
Y/N pondered.
“I hate the way he makes me feel. He makes me feel helpless and complete at the same time. It’s scary. Like…being here kind of does.”
“Helpless and complete. Helpless in the fact that you can’t do anything about being here and complete…I’m going to be honest, what exactly makes you feel complete about your life now?”
Y/N stroked hair out of her face, “when I’m by myself…in my head…I feel…I feel alone. When I’m with you…I feel better. The hole in my chest fills up again.”
N’Jadaka’s jaw clenched. 
“Yes, you’re Erik in my delusions, but you’re Dr. Stevens in my reality. It keeps me balanced.”
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When N’Jadaka had first laid eyes on Y/N, he could see how broken she was. He has all kinds of patients with many behavioral disorders. Sociopaths, PTSD, obsessive compulsions, phobias. And yet, when he’d seen Y/N and learned of what she’d done after reading her patient profile, N’Jakada could see that she was different. Her case of delusions was something beyond what N’Jadaka had ever imagined. 
To Y/N, her  psychiatrist knows her inner thoughts and feelings better than anyone. She can say anything to him and he doesn't judge her, but only seems to understand her better. She feels safe and comforted whenever she sees him. He knows just when to hand her a tissue when she's about to cry, and they share laughs together because her sense of humor is so like his. She finds herself looking forward to sessions and even wondering what to wear. She daydreams about him and wonders if he feels the same special connection to her. Perhaps she's become his favorite patient.
“…These are typical experiences of what occurs in many forms of psychotherapy that focus on exploring and understanding the patient's inner psychological life known as transference. It means that the patient is transferring feelings she has toward a parent or authority figure, onto the therapist…”
“…Erik is like an authority figure to you. He controls you. He keeps you handcuffed to his bed and you can never leave that beach house. He’s overprotective. Dominant. Unhinged. I’m hoping, Y/N, that you’ll gain some insight into your distortions onto other relationships in your life. With my help, you can come to grips with this pattern, put your distortions into perspective and move on with your life.” 
N’Jadaka tapped the pin in his hand against his notepad. Y/N sat wringing her hands, a nervous energy surrounding her. Maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t actually love N’Jadaka. 
“I’m going to put you under,” N’Jadaka stood up and walked over to Y/N, “I want you to lay back and prop your feet up for me…good…now, close your eyes…that’s it…now, listen to the sound of my voice…”
Erik stood behind her while she reclined on the chaise. Her fingers are clasped over her abdomen and she looks like a sleeping beauty. He studied the contours of her beautiful features–more so her lips, and then he cleared his thoughts to speak.
“You’re at the luxury beach house. You can sense that the morning is approaching. As your eyes peel open, you scan the room and reality hits you. You’re cuffed to the bed once again…what have you done this time to upset Erik?”
Below him, Y/N’s breathing increases. Her face is contorted with fear and she brings her arms above her head to mimic the position that Erik has her in. 
“You can hear him coming into the room from the bathroom…what does he look like to you?”
Y/N licks her lips, “He–he’s naked.”
“Naked?” N’Jadaka’s eyes drop down to stare at her, “why is he naked?”
“I…I can smell the YSL body oil he puts on after he showers. It’s sweet yet…woodsy.”
N’Jadaka uses YSL body oil. He makes a mental note of that detail.
“So he’s taken a shower? What happens next?”
Y/N’s eyelids move rapidly. 
“He crawls on top of me..I scream…he covers my mouth…”
Y/N folds her lips into her mouth to mimic Erik’s hand covering her.
“He says…don’t scream…I won’t hurt you…I love you.”
“Do you believe him?” N’Jadaka questioned.
Y/N arched her back, thrusting her chest towards N’Jadaka. His eyes scan her body, wondering what is happening now.”
“What’s happening, Y/N? What is Erik doing to you?”
“H–he’s sucking my nipples.”
N’Jadaka arched a single brow, “So, you’re naked as well?”
“Yes,” Y/N exhaled, “He prefers me naked so that I’m ready for him.”
“Hm,” N’Jadaka grips the edge of the chaise, “Why do you keep giving into him?”
“Because he’s so addictive. No matter what he does…oh!”
N’Jadaka walks around the chaise, staring down at Y/N. He could feel his heart racing in his chest.
“What is it?” He questioned.
“Yessss,” Y/N raised her legs and spread them open, “Mmmm…just like that…”
“You seem to be enjoying Erik’s pleasures,” N’Jadaka didn’t move when her foot touched his chest. 
“Erik…why do you make me feel the way you do?”
N’Jadaka parted his lips but no words came out. Y/N’s sock covered foot smoothed down his chest until it was on his crotch. N’Jadaka inhaled, his fists tightly clenched as Y/N started massaging his erection with her foot. He couldn’t believe how hard he was. She would use her toes to rub the print of his tip and then she would slowly drag her foot up his shaft. He could feel himself throbbing and it ached him. 
“Time to wake up, Y/N.”
To his disappointment, her foot dropped, but the throbbing didn’t stop. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. N’Jadaka took a seat on the ottoman to try and hide his stiffness when Y/N sat up. Her curly hair was wild and the sweater she was wearing was hanging from her left shoulder. 
“You want to remain in these delusions because of Erik. I…I think it’s because of me and…maybe…”
“Maybe what?” Y/N said.
“Maybe it’s best that I stop being your psychiatrist. I feel that I am a trigger for you.”
Y/N was taken aback. 
“Where the fuck is this even coming from?” Y/N argues. 
“Watch your language,” N’Jadaka stood up, “I want you to get better. In order to do that, I have to make this sacrifice. I don’t want to—”
“Then don’t.” 
N’Jadaka looked at her, “It would be for the best—”
“For you? Or for me? Who are we really talking about right now?”
N’Jadaka sighed, “For the both of us.”
“Explain!” Y/N commanded.
“Lower…your…voice.”
N’Jadaka turned his back on her. The silence between them stretched on but the storm raging outside matched their inner turmoil. 
“Or what?” 
N’Jadaka placed his pad and pen on his desk. Y/N’s eyes scanned from his sturdy back all the way down to his legs. His arms are covered in bulging veins from his fists being clenched. 
“This stays between me and you.”
He turns, removing his glasses. He didn’t look away from her as he folded his frames before placing them on the desk. Y/N held her breath.
“I’ve grown to have feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings that I know I shouldn’t have. I try every time to–to be professional when it comes to you…but I can’t. I’ve become obsessed.”
Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 
“…And I know that I shouldn’t. Which is why we have to stop these sessions. There is another great psychiatrist here, Dr. Jane—”
“No. I refuse to see that bitch.”
“You know who she is?” 
“Yeah, and I don’t like her. I like you. So no. You’ll just have to fight the urges.”
N’Jadaka stroked his chin, “And will you?”
Y/N turned away from him and looked out of the window.
“You have to make me that promise, Y/N.”
“That’s the thing,” Y/N stood and made her way towards Dr. Stevens, “I don’t want to…”
“Then we can’t do this,” N’Jadaka looked down on her with his arms folded, “You know what happens if they find out? I lose my job. My practice. I will never get to see you again. You’ll never get better.”
Y/N looked up at N’Jadaka through her lashes, “No one has to know…”
N’Jadaka chuckles. Those dimples she loved appeared in his cheeks. 
“Easier said than done—Y/N, what are you doing?”
She’s on her knees in front of him now. N’Jadaka doesn’t make any attempts to stop her despite his words.
“Get up, now. I don’t want to have to pick you up myself.” He warned her. 
“I like how demanding you can be,” She smirked.
He fought the urge to smirk and Y/N giggled.
“I plan to be here for the rest of my life, N’Jadaka.”
“Fifteen years isn’t the rest of your life.”
“That’s if I’m being good,” Y/N traces N’Jadaka’s solid girth with her finger, “and I don’t want to be good…and I think you like it when I’m bad, right?”
N’Jadaka grunts. 
“Stop doing that.” He spoke darkly.
“Or…what?” Y/N challenged.
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Somehow his pants found their way down to his ankles. His briefs were there too. 
The tightest mouth was practically inhaling his dick. Tip to base. He couldn’t believe it. Not what he was doing, but how impressive it is that she could fit him all the way down her throat. That shocked him more than her sucking his dick like those popsicles on a hot summer day. 
He was unbelievably hard. Each pass of her soft lips, wet tongue, and tight throat had him groaning. He lost all control and gripped her by her curly hair, guiding her. His hips started pumping as she was sucking and he imagined himself bending her over doing the same to her pussy. 
This was madness. How long before he comes to his senses? 
“Fuuck,” N’Jadaka spoke with a low register, “Suck that fuckin’ dick…”
He couldn’t hold back. Professionalism where?
He twitched in her mouth when she started slowly sucking on his top. He could feel his balls tighten.
“Y/N…that’s it…you’re such a bad girl…”
“…such a bad girl…yes…suck this dick like you would suck Erik’s dick…mhm…all the way down…that’s it…mhmmmm…”
She was back to doing it with no hands. N’Jadaka was staring at her with knitted brows and his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Does Erik make you swallow?” He questioned with a whisper.
Y/N nods her head.
“You better swallow every fucking drop of my cum, Y/N.”
Stroking him, she started sucking on his sack. 
“I bet that pussy is so wet…”
She popped her mouth off, “It is…for you.”
“I can’t wait to see it for myself.”
She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and back down to his balls. She twisted his length at the base of his tip and N’Jadaka could feel pre-cum oozing from his slit to prepare for his release. 
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…that perfect ass…that pretty mouth…those eyes…I beat my dick to you in bed at night…”
“I play in my pussy at night because of you, Doctor,” Y/N looked up at him while stroking him, “and I can show you just how I do that anytime you want…”
“You’re such a freak…”
“And so are you,” Y/N smiled, “This dick is so fat..”
“Stop playing with it and suck it.”
Y/N alternates between sucking his tip and balls. It was the way she took care of him that had him lost for words. All he could do was grunt and moan. Tongue on the underside of his length, N’Jadaka groaned and the sound was deep and sultry. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he coached her to bring him to climax. Over and over she would bring him closer and closer. 
N’Jadaka wasn’t prepared for the way his body seized all control. It hit him so suddenly. He quickly grabbed Y/N by the hair and shoved his hard dick into her mouth. He took control and pumped her mouth like a mad man. Spit flying and her gags filling the room, N’Jadaka spurt deep down her throat. His hips stuttered out of control the more she emptied him. 
“Look what you made me do.”
His saliva covered dick bounced in her face. The thinnest stream of cum dropped from his tip and Y/N used her tongue to clean him off. 
“Get up. We only have fifteen minutes left.”
N’Jadaka stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt. Y/N couldn’t believe how identical his body is to Erik’s. Muscles covered his entire frame. He had a thickness to him that screamed pick me up and toss me around. 
He did just that. 
N’Jadaka laid her down on the chair and started undressing her. She helped him so things could move along quicker. He climbed between her legs and took a nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned softly, this feeling so foreign to her. She couldn’t recall the last time in reality that she had her nipples sucked on. To see this fine ass man do it and WANT to do it had her lost for words.
“That feels so good…please don’t stop, N’Jadaka.”
Y/N pressed her nose into his neck and inhaled his scent. He was warm to the touch and soft yet sturdy. 
N’Jadaka popped a nipple out of his mouth, “I want that pussy in my mouth…”
Y/N shoved his head down between her legs. His teeth dragged over the skin of her abdomen before finding the mass of curls between her legs. That turned him on even more. Frustratingly, N’Jadaka positioned Y/N so that she was slightly on her side with one leg elevated and the other bent out of the way. He got down on his knees and spread her outer lips with his tongue. 
“Ooooh, shit,” Y/N’s thighs shook out of control, “Dr. Stevens…”
With a fist full of his locs, she rode the pleasure. He had his entire face buried between her hairy pussy lips and he didn’t give a fuck. All she could see was his nose pressed into her mound and his eyes shut. He was making all kinds of sounds down there like some primal animal. That tongue and those plump lips were working overtime to make her cum. Whenever she would move her legs, he would force them back. His hands were firm and at times it hurt the way he was holding her legs. His tongue was unrelenting. His lips were lapping her up as if it were his last supper. 
“Unh, fuck,” Y/N couldn’t say much else. He had spit dripping from her pussy. He had her clit swollen and sensitive. He was doing things with his mouth that she never felt before. Tongue in her pussy? Never. He had her muttering incoherent words when he used the tip of his tongue to flick her clit. 
When he started sucking on her clit, Y/N had to cover her mouth to keep quiet. He opened his eyes then and watched her closely. It was an unspoken command to shut the fuck up and take it. What good will it do to make it known that he was eating her pussy? If she made a sound, it would mean no more of this in the future. Y/N couldn’t have that. Dr. Stevens couldn’t have that. 
She couldn’t explain the way he was sucking on her inner folds. No words could describe it. He did it like he waited his entire life for this moment. The desire he felt for her resonates with the way his lips suckled her expertly. She could hear the raunchy sounds and to her shock he even dragged his tongue through her wet curls. 
Y/N bites down on her lip, drawing blood, fighting with all her might to not moan out loud. When he started sucking all over her pussy with his hands on the back of her knees, leaving not one spot untouched, Y/N’s mouth dropped open and her eyes crossed. Toes curling, thighs shaking, body convulsing, she came in his mouth. The hold she had on his locs was enough to scalp him. 
N’Jadaka finally came up for air. His heavy breathing and wet beard turned her on so badly. 
“We only have eight minutes…”
He didn’t waste time picking her up and carrying her over to his desk. He pushed all of his belongings out of the way with a rush and sat her on the edge of his desk. She let him move her body in whatever position he wanted her in. He decided on holding her by her ankles up in the air and whispered in her ear to hold on. 
“Keep still, Y/N. When I put this dick in you…you better not make a sound, understand?”
Y/N nodded her head and N’Jadaka wasted no time sinking deep inside of her. His eyes shot up to give her a warning look to keep quiet but how could she when he thrust inside of her like that? She wasn’t prepared. It’s one thing to have delusions about the dick, but to feel it in reality? He stretched her good.
N’Jadaka for a moment couldn’t believe how tight she was. He began snapping his hips into hers, wanting to feel it again, watching the way his dick would enter her. There was a lot of wetness down there. He almost slipped out a few times. Y/N had to hold his waist with one hand. His locs fell into his eyes and it reminded her of Erik. The way he stroked her reminded her of Erik. 
“I wish I could take you home with me,” He whispered between strokes. 
“So you can do what?” Y/N asked with a seductive tone.
“So I can put you like this and in any other position I want.”
“You love this fucking pussy?” 
“Yes,” N’Jadaka pressed forward and held his dick there, “I don’t have to ask if you love this dick, I can tell…look at all this mess.”
Y/N’s eyes fell to the creamy mess all over him. 
“Didn’t know that pussy could do that, huh?” He whispered.
Y/N’s mouth fell open but no sound came out. Tears fell down her cheeks because of his words and because he was hitting her spot. He picked her up and dropped her down onto his dick. She let him take control of her body. She was so small compared to him. 
“Daddy, I can’t take it like this,” Y/N said.
“I’m daddy now? You’re gonna take it like a good girl.”
Y/N felt as if she was ready to burst, “Wait—”
“You pushing?” He looked down, “Don’t squirt…”
She didn’t listen. Thankfully it wasn’t a lot.
“You don’t listen, Y/N.”
N’Jadaka pressed her back against the desk and he was practically on top of her, dropping ten inches deep. She gasped, unable to control the liquid that followed. At this point N’Jadaka didn’t care. He was close. She felt amazing. What did he get himself into?
“This my fucking pussy…”
She didn’t argue that. 
“Don’t look away from me,” He commanded, “I want you to look at me when you cum.”
Y/N was in a trance staring up at him. Her body jerked beneath him and as her back arched, she came all over him, making even more of a mess. 
“Ahhhh, yes,” He withdrew his hips and came all over her stomach, “Hmmmm…”
N’Jadaka bit down on her shoulder. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck.  She wanted to stay like this. With his cum sticking to her flesh and his still hard dick resting between the lips of her pussy. 
“We have to get dressed…”
Reluctantly, he peeled himself from her embrace. He helped Y/N down from the table and she rushed to get her clothes on. They were all dressed in time for Anthony to come knocking on the door. One last look at Y/N and N’Jadaka grabbed her by the face to kiss her. He hadn’t kissed her the entire time. 
He broke the kiss, “Give us a second.”
His tongue slithered into her mouth and they kissed like that for what felt like five minutes. 
“Alright,” he pulled away after she sucked on his bottom lip, “You have to get back to your room. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Y/N pressed her face into his chest to remember his scent. 
“I’m looking forward to it, Dr. Stevens.”
N’Jadaka grabbed her by the hand and squeezed while his other hand tapped her on the ass. He walked her to the door and finally let go of her hand. Opening the door, Anthony was waiting patiently with her cuffs. She fought hard not to look back at him because it would give too much away.
“Same time, after dinner.” 
Anthony started making his way down the hall pulling Y/N along, reminding her that she was imprisoned to this place.
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herbrattypsht · 1 year
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keeping her entertained and him loved
* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
“Girl what is you doin? Erik asked looking away from his game and putting his headset around his neck
“ im countin your scars baby” you mumble lowly as you try to stay focused and remember what number you were on.
You had been sitting there behind him for a good 15 minutes while he play his PS5, lightly tapping each round keloid with your french tip nails while also giving him a chaste kiss here and there
Slightly amused, he chuckled a little bit and you could tell by how his shoulders bounced “ what number you on baby girl?” he asked
“uuuh 56, i had to restart once cause yo big self kept movin”you said, then continued your way up his back and almost making your way to his neck, leaving smaller kisses there
“ well you gave fun with that baby” he said with that signature Erik Stevens smirk in his face, still amused at the fact that something that literally and mentally scars him for life doesn’t bother his girl and keeps her entertained
he really was loved by her
a/n: i lowkey rlly like this one, lmk what yall think🫶🏽
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melodyofmbaku · 1 year
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In Me (Erik Stevens x OC)
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Warning ⚠️: SMUT (18+ Material)
Prompt: “Should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night?”
A/N: clearing out my drafts so to speak. Enjoy ya nasties.
Formatting on mobile. 🥲
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She reached up on her toes, her hands clutching at his shirt and nosed around for a kiss.
He looked down at her with a confused look before avoiding her advances as he’d been doing the whole night.
The couple had been invited to a yacht party for one of their mutual friends' birthdays. The room was filled with suave wealthy black folk and they couldn’t be more comfortable.
Since they Alicia had been pawing up her man incessantly. She loved Erik in a suit. It was almost like she wanted him to mount her right then an there with how incessant she was being.
He wouldn’t want to consume her in public. Not like this. He wouldn’t grant anyone the opportunity of seeing his girl in the haze of pleasure. That was his alone to see.
The music still played in the background and she grabbed his hand. She threw a quick “we’ll be right back” over her shoulder and flashed a smile over to her friends.
Dancing her way through the crowd she led him to the lush powder room on the other side of the yacht. Once they entered she tried to push his back against the door and take possession of what she wanted — his month — stroking the inside of her mouth expertly.
Instead he grabbed her arms and spun her around and walked her to the column in the bath room and pressed his weight against her. He used one of his legs to push her flush against the column. She was now pressed against the wall.
“Calm down.” He spoke the low request into her ear and her body began to thrum with need. She shivered.
“I want —“ she began but before she could finish he cut her off.
“You think I don’t know what you want?” He asked.
How could he not know? She was his girl. He knew her like he knew how to dismember a body. Expertly.
Her body was tense against the wall still and she squirmed against him. He placed his hand at the curve of her back and pushed her hips against the wall.
“Alicia, relax.” There was no question that this was not a request.
She had no choice but to relent.
Almost immediately she released the tension she was holding and became much more malleable.
“There you are.”
He ran his nose up the column of her neck letting her sweet perfume fill his nostrils. With one hand pressing against the curve of her back he used the other to unbuckle his belt.
“What’s got you feeling so hungry huh?” He asked.
The sound of his belt made her clench in want. Was he going to use it to discipline her? Was she going to love it?
Unknown to her, he very much wanted to be in her. He really wasn’t interested in prolonging their play. Her begging and fussing had given him a semi a while ago. In this moment, he was a mere man who wanted to satisfy his basest desires.
When she heard him lower his zipper she couldn’t help the “please” that slipped from her lips.
While pulling out his member from his boxers he placed more of his weight against her. He wanted her to feel him through her dress.
She gasped.
“I know baby girl.”
His hand skirted under her dress and palmed her bare ass.
“This dress makes you look delicious.” He spoke into her ear while pumping himself to life.
“I wore it for you.” She whispered. “ I wanted you to like it.”
When she got like this. He didn’t know how to contain himself.
“I know baby. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I love it. Thank you.”
The praise had already got her into a blissful headspace.
He bent down to kiss her cheek and pressed himself into her warm heat slowly. He groaned internally and released a deep sigh.
Fucking paradise. She clung to him like a second skin. The moan she let out was obscene.
He used one hand to grip the back of her neck and the other to snake around her body to lay flat against her abdomen. She was going to feel all of him today.
Then he began his slow languid pace. Erik had been drinking and Hennessy dick was something else.
He was going to enjoy his woman tonight.
He slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast lightly.
“I love these.” He murmured lowly in her ear. His hot breath tickled and sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but clench against his thickness.
When his expert fingers found her nipple and tweaked softly she gasped.
“More.”
He bent his face to kiss the side column of her neck once more.
“Anything you want baby.” He began to thrust into her at a stronger pace. Still languid but more powerful, more intentional.
He slid his fingers down her body and they found her clit. He began lightly stroking while he whispered expletives into her ear.
“You begged me for it. Now you have to take it baby girl.”
She was almost beside herself. He knew how to work her body and the exact words to say to get her sopping wet.
“Erik” she breathed out almost urgently. Her body was already primed for release.
She’d been getting worked up since they left home. Every one of her advances had been avoided until now.
“Erik please. I need…” she gasped once more.
“What do you need baby girl? Tell me what you want. You know I got you.”
At this point his pace was brutal. His fingers toyed with her clit and she knew she was close.
“I need to cum.” She gasped out.
“That’s good to know. Thank you for sharing sweetheart.” He responded with amusement coloring his voice.
She moaned and her hand shot out to grasp his forearm. It was all the warning he needed.
“Please can I cu—“
“Go on sweet girl.” He prompted, into her ear.
Her request was cut off with her orgasm. It crashed into her unexpectedly as he placed both of his hands on her breasts and pulled her close to him.
She came down softly almost with the words “thank you” leaving her lips repeatedly like a prayer.
Erik held her up. He wasn’t done with her yet.
“Where do you want it?“ he asked, thrusts more restrained.
“In me.” She panted.
“Sweetheart that one was obvious.” He continued his pace holding himself at the brink of orgasm.
Erik had rock solid control. She couldn’t say the same for herself. She could already feel the pressure building up again. She held into his forearm. It was the only thing keeping her upright.
“Do you want to taste me? Feel my cum in your mouth and sliding down your throat?” He kissed her neck once more.
“Erik.” She begged, gasping out his name and clutching to him tighter. .
“Or should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night? Something that could slip from your pretty hole so you can be reminded whose pussy this is.”
She couldn’t help the loud moan that slipped out of her mouth at the visual.
He swiftly clamped a hand against her mouth muffling the tail end of her moan.
His head snapped over his shoulder at the door. He didn’t remember if they’d locked it.
“Come on baby girl let’s make sure we don’t invite the whole boat to our party hm?” He commented, eyes shooting back to hers. She didn’t have a care in the world. With the blissed out look on her face he knew she’d do it again.
He slid 2 fingers into her mouth and she sucked them earnestly.
“God, you are a wonder.” He shook his head to focus on the task at hand. If he let himself dwell on that he’d finish sooner than he wanted to. He didn’t want that.
“Mouth or otherwise baby girl?” He was a mere man and his woman was driving him crazy.
“In my mouf.” Her answer came out garbled due to his fingers stroking her tongue.
“I didn’t hear you sweet bits.” He kissed the spot behind her ear still pumping himself inside her with barley restrained vigor.
At this point tears were streaming down her face. He had kept her on the brink of orgasm for far too long and she was close to her breaking point.
“Please cum in my mouth daddy!”
That one got him. She never used the word but the state she had to be in to ask like that? Yeah. That was good.
He let his hand slide down her body from her breasts to her panties and his fingers found her clit once more.
He shifted his strokes. Once, twice and she was moaning against his hands in earnest. Her orgasm took over and her knees buckled. She went almost limp in his arms.
He slipped out of her and shifted to hold her body up.
“Down on your knees angel. Let me give you what you want.” He wanted her stable and primed to get her reward.
She was still vibrating from her orgasm but sank to her knees without issue.
He gripped her head and rubbed his wet tip against her lips. He pushed himself past the folds but didn’t sheath himself fully inside her wet waiting mouth.
“I can — “ lifting her arms in an attempt to grip him.
“Shhh. You had yours. Now let’s have you make yourself useful. I’ll use your body as I please to get off. And you’ll like it. I know you will.”
She arched her back almost involuntarily. When he spoke like that she couldn’t help herself.
With her knees spread on the floor Erik was met with an almost obscene view of her sex that caused him blow his load right then and there.
He groaned to himself. And watched as his cum coated her lips and teeth.
Shock covered her features and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and sucked her lips in.
“What a pretty picture.” He mused. His thighs were pretty sore but it was so worth it.
He bumped his now soft member against her mouth again and stroked her hair.
She took his head into her mouth and sucked the remaining precum from his tip before he tucked himself back into his boxers, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
“Don’t move.” He commanded. He looked around the lush bathroom and went to grab a white washcloth from the basket of stacked clean linen.
God bless the rich.
He ran the towel through with warm water and took a knee to clean her face and between her legs gently. When he was done he kissed the inside of her thigh.
“All done.” He shot her a killer smile before offering her a hand to stand up.
He watched silently as she stumbled up before fluffing her hair and pulling down her dress.
He held out his hand to her and before they could walk out she stopped them.
“I want a kiss.” She said avoiding his eyes.
He raised an eyebrow. Her gaze flickered up to meet his and she was almost shy.
“Can I please have a kiss?”
He’d just dug out her guts and she had his cum dripping from her lips but asking for a kiss was what was making her nervous.
“Of course you can. C’mere baby girl”.
He grabbed her by the waist and held her close.
Their eyes locked and he couldn’t help but look away.
When her eyebrows crinkled she let out a “What?”
“You’re so good damn beautiful mama.”
He then captured her lips in a searing kiss.
“Was that all you wanted?”
She peered up at him with a smile and nodded.
“Yeah. But this was good too.”
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honeytoffee · 9 months
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AI ain’t have to go off like they did on these Erik Killmonger pictures. Lawd! 😩♥️
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apocalypse-shuffle · 9 months
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ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)
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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)
| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.
| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader
| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)
| 2k+ words
Song lyric prompt #TWO:
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)
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You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.
There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.
There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.
Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.
And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.
But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.
You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.
All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.
During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.
Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.
He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.
Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.
Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.
The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.
It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.
So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.
You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.
A half a year from then and here you were.
With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.
What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”
So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.
Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.
As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.
You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.
Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.
Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.
Until now that is.
You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.
Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.
You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.
But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.
Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.
You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.
You’re fucking gorgeous.
Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.
You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.
“You shaking all that for me?”
You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.
He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.
You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.
He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.
“You gon answer me?”
You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.
“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”
Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.
“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.
You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.
“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”
You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.
“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”
Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.
“Another plushie and a massage?”
His response is instant.
“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”
“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”
His eyes travel back to your mouth.
There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.
“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”
He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.
You raise your eyebrow,
“But I haven’t even done anything.”
Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.
“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”
Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.
“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.
What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.
“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”
You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.
“I’m getting my plush right?”
He nods. “Promise baby.”
The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.
You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.
“Then let me shake my ass for you.”
He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.
You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.
You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.
“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.
He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.
“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”
You can feel his grin spread across your skin.
“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.
He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.
“Mhm,” You whine.
“Mhm what?” He murmurs.
“Mhm, I’m needy.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”
“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.
The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.
He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.
“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”
You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.
“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.
“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”
He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.
“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.
“I missed you too.”
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!
I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
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henneseyhoe · 1 year
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P POWER.
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Killmonger X BLACK!FEM!reader.
WARNINGS:SMUT, daddy kink, sugar baby AU, No protection(wrap it df up), kinda short
SUMMARY:Erik finds himself absolutely infatuated with a woman he meets on a business trip. He would spend his free time buying her anything she laid her pretty little sight upon.
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I would be completely wrong if I said this woman didn’t have me completely pussy whipped. I mean look at me.
I was going on constant shopping sprees with the Vixen I had met on a recent business trip I took to Barbados, the woman catching my attention just with one sway of her hips that night. she was that powerful.
I was seated in the back of my Rolls-Royce, looking up at the woman that was bouncing in my lap, her dress rolled up to her hips and the top of it trapped under her titties. She rode me like a champ, her hands gripping my broad shoulders and her feet planted on the leather seats of the truck, her diamond riddled Dior heels digging into the creases of the material.
“Ride that dick, princess. Make daddy nut all in that good pussy!”
I instructed her, holding onto her ankles to keep her stable as she bounced faster on me, her cream staining my navy blue slacks, considering I hadn’t even pulled them down all the way yet before she had started sucking the soul out of me through my dick.
“Cum for me, daddy!”
Her voice was smooth like butter, her words sliding right off of her tongue in a dark like seductive manner, yet the sound of it was so sweet to me. Like candy. She had a way about her that was so enticing and intriguing. I never felt so interested in a woman, so much that it almost felt wrong. as if I wasn’t allowed to want her this much, this bad.
At this point, I didn’t care how loud we got or who heard us from outside of the tinted windows and bulletproof doors.
We had been parked in the far corner of a 5star restaurants parking lot for about an hour now, apart from the time we took dining.
If anybody walked by close enough, if they didn’t hear us, they damn sure saw the bouncing of the truck, the tires pushing up and down, back and forth with every movement we made. Or should I say she made.
“Shit, baby”
I mumbled. I felt my abs tighten, looking down at my opened shirt and blazer, a thin layer of sweat coating my brown skin.
“Tell me when, daddy”
She swirled her hips and cupped her breast with one hand before starting to tweak her hard nipple, a moan erupting from her mouth as she threw her head back. The sight made my dick twitch inside of her three times in total, indicating that I was near my end.
“Fuck!”
She quickly pulled me out of her and maneuvered herself down to her knees, her hands wrapping around my dick. She stroked me fast, her tongue being stuck out and pressed against my tip, the woman looking up at me simultaneously as her brown eyes twinkled in the soft lighting from the starlight roof.
“Cum on my face, daddy. Gimme that nut”
And with just those words, I began to shoot ropes of cum on her face, the white ribbons covering her lips and cheeks, some getting in her freshly pressed, hot pink colored hair. My hips bucked and she attached her lips to the tip of my dick, sucking and licking up any of the remanding cum I had on me.
Her tongue flipped on the underside of my shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she went down further with every bob until her nose touched my pelvis, my tip reaching the back of her throat.
Exhibit A as to why she could have whatever she wanted from me.
My eyes rolled back and my hips bucked up once again, the girl choking and pulling up off of me, a string of spit connecting from her mouth to my dick. She continued to stroke me with her hand, using her own cum and spit as lube before she began to suck my balls, popping them in and out of her mouth.
I gripped the back of my seat and let out an animalistic grunt, having no choice but to push the woman off of me in a fast motion, the overstimulation beginning to get almost impossible to bear. She fell back against the front seat, a devious smirk on her face as she licked her lips.
My chest rose and fell slowly, my mind trying to gather the last pieces of me so I could form a proper sentence.
She wiped the rest of me off of her face with a baby wipe she had pulled out of her purse and fixed her dress properly before sitting next to me, leaning over and kissing my lips, speaking right after.
“So…you’ll get me that new bag I want, daddy? The crocodile Birkin. Pretty please?” She smiled at me, batting her long lashes. I turned my head and looked at her, nodding with a satisfied smile.
That pussy had POWER.
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clearlydiamondz · 5 months
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Nesting
(Y/N) is at the point in her pregnancy where she is now nesting. Erik is confused, but he's going with the flow.
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Erik sat at his desk, playing with some of his friends streaming the new Call of Duty game. Being a successful streamer with millions of fans, he now had a life where he could live comfortably and still do what he loved, which was playing games.
Being a gamer is actually how he met the love of his life, (Y/N). Meeting on a discord back in high school, the two of them hit it off. There was only one thing that prevented them from being physically together. He lived in Oakland, and she lived in Miami. Her parents thought she was silly to find love over the internet, calling it a weird phase while his friends thought she was made up.
That was until she surprised him at his high school graduation. Saving for months, working as a moderator and at Chick-fil-A, she was able to save enough money to meet him. With the supervision of her parents of course.
Now here they are, 10 years later married and expecting twins. Two boys and she was over the moon about it. If they were over the moon, Erik was over the planet Jupiter. All of the outfits, baby supplies, and decorations were bought on Erik's behalf. Every time he walked into a store, he always walked out with something for the babies.
She could show him something that she thought was cute for their nursery and within days, it was ordered.
He was always clingy with her, and she loved it. Ever since she was pregnant, it was like he was at her side every second of the day. They were lucky enough to be streamers so they could have that time together, but boy he was obsessed.
His camera roll was filled with pictures of her, showing the journey from when she first found out she was pregnant to the development of the baby bump.
"Damn, why are you so bad, move!" he yelled into the headset.
"Nigga fuck you!" Quan yelled back into the mike making everyone bust out laughing.
"Awe you mad." Chelsea teased him. Eventually, they ended up winning, as they sat on the loading screen talking shit with each other.
That's when Erik heard a bang in the room next door, which just so happened to be the twins' nursery.
"Hold on y'all." he stepped away from his gaming set, walking in to see the baby clothes everywhere and his wife in the middle of the room folding them and placing them in the drawers.
"Mama, what are you doing?" he asked her. She turned to look at him with a pout.
"Baby there is so much to do and we only have a week left until they are due and I can't even-" she was crying at this point, Erik realizing that it was probably her hormones.
"Shh, it's okay. You know I'll help you with anything you need. The doctor wants you to not be on your feet as much." Erik was a little confused by the sudden rush to want to do stuff. Just last night she was in the middle of the kitchen reorganizing the kitchen drawers and the cupboards making room for the twins' bottles. She literally took everything apart.
Or how she decided to wash every piece of clothing and blanket for the babies, even though everything was brand new.
What he said made her cry even harder. "I appreciate you so much baby, y-you are just so good to us and-" she cut herself up hiccuping.
"Here about you go sit in the living room, play a movie and I'll order you some of the spicy ramen you like from the restaurant downtown," he told her helping her stand up.
"Ooh yes. You know the spicy foods can induce labor," she said matter-of-factly. He chuckled at the random fact before saying,
"Once I'm done for the stream tonight, I'll organize their room for you. I don't want you putting any unnecessary stress on yourself." he told her, she pouted before saying,
"You'd really do that?" she whispered as her eyes started to water again.
"Yes, now go relax. I'ma place the order now okay?" he kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips, then on her stomach. He watched his wife walk, well more like waddle, out of the room to make herself comfortable downstairs in the living room. He came back to the station, not before ordering him and his wife some ramen.
"Alright y'all, I'm back. (Y/N) needed help with something." he said getting his player ready for the next round.
"How yo ole woman doin? She should be about ready to pop any moment now right?" Damien, one of his other close friends said.
"Yeah, next week will be the due date," Erik said with a smile. The chat was filled with congratulations from his supporters.
"Awe. Look at you all gushy and shit. Can't believe Stevens gonna be a daddy." Quan teased him as he rolled his eyes laughing. He was about to say something but he heard his wife scream out for him.
"E!" she yelled.
"Hold that thought y'all." he got up and ran downstairs to see his wife downstairs with four big boxes.
"Can you move two to the living room and the other two upstairs for me baby? I'ma get their swings set up. " she said sitting there with a smile on her face.
"What are these?" he asked looking at the boxes.
"The swings," she said still smiling.
"So you bought four of them?" he asked her as she sighed.
"No, two of them we got free with the sponsorship. The other two I did buy so we can have a setup and downstairs. Because apparently, the only bad review is that they are really heavy." she said matter-of-factly. "I'm kinda hungry can we order something?" she said rubbing her stomach.
Pregnancy brain.
"Mama, I told you I was ordering some of the ramen." she looked at him confused before realizing.
"Ugh, I forgot. I'm so slow," she said, face palming herself. "I keep forgetting stuff," she said, her eyes watering.
"No no no, it's okay baby. I know you don't mean to, I'll remember everything for you. Even if it's your social security number." he joked making her laugh.
"Please, I remember my social security number. 832-21-" she paused forgetting the last four. "Oh my god, I can't even remember my last four digits." she panicked. Erik cussed himself knowing he just made it worse. "I can't even remember my social security number. How am I expected to take care of two babies!"
"It's 9382. Don't worry my love. You will be okay, I promise." he grabbed her by the face, kissing her lips as she sighed. "I want you to relax, I'll take care of everything. I promise." he whispered. She nodded before waddling into the living room. After taking two of the boxes upstairs, he came back.
"Sorry, (Y/N) needed me again." he sighed. "For a pregnant lady, this girl is a freaking busybody. She is supposed to be on bed rest." he stated.
"Where is she going?" Chelsea asked.
"It's not where she's going. It's what she's doing. She can't sit down for the sake of her. I woke up last night to her re-organizing the twin's closet. For the third time. It was like two in the morning." he stated.
"That's wild." Damien chuckled.
"Huh," Chelsea said, coming to the realization of something. "What else?"
"She reorganized the cabinets in the kitchen, washed all of the baby stuff even though it's new, and been on a cleaning frenzy for like three days straight," he said.
"You sure she ain't got OCD?" Quan chuckled.
"She doesn't. Actually she's pretty messy but for the last week, it's like she needs everything to be cleaned." Erik replied.
"Erik, it sounds like she's nesting." Chelsea chuckled.
"The hell is that? She ain't no pigeon." Quan replied, making Erik chuckle.
"No you fucking dumbass." Chelsea rolled her eyes. "It's a natural instinct for mothers to want to get their home ready for the baby. It happens with humans and animals. That's why it is called nesting."
"I ain't gonna lie, that's kinda adorable," Damien stated.
Erik's interest peaked, he minimized the game window and opened Google to look at it. "Alright chat, let's learn some new shit," he said clicking the first link.
"So it says that they have an overwhelming desire to organize, clean, and prep for the baby's arrival. That makes a lot of sense." he chuckled.
"Yeah, it's a natural instinct. It's like an itch, she won't be able to stop until the twins are here." Chelsea told him. "It makes sense because she's due next week. When my sister was nesting, my mama told me that it was a sign that babies were about to come. So she might be going into labor within a couple of days. Just gotta roll with it man" Chelsea chuckled.
After the stream was done, he found himself downstairs, seeing her prepping the swings before looking at him.
"Oh, I was just getting the stuff prepared for you. I know-"
"It's okay. I know you can't help but get your hands dirty." he chuckled kissing her on the cheek. She looked at him confused.
"What's with the change of heart?" she asked in confusion.
"You're nesting." he expected her to know what it was, but the look still stayed on her face.
"I'm not a freaking bald eagle, the hell is nesting?" she asked as he chuckled.
"You have this urge to clean up, organize, do a bunch of stuff hands-on. It's called nesting. A sign that Thing 1 and Thing 2 are coming." he said rubbing her stomach. She thought about it.
"Makes sense. I have had this urge to reorganize the pantry also.."
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