#erik x fat reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

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)

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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Epilogue

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Lots of crying

Word count: .7K words

A/N: I COULDN'T LEAVE IT ON ANGST!!! IT HURT ME TO MUCH

Links to the rest at the bottom

He doesn’t know why he feels so nervous walking down the familiar path that isn’t marked, the sweat coating his palms has the string from his bag slipping from his grip. Halting long enough to get a better grip before he starts walking again. 

It isn’t long before a familiar house appears in the distance. The same rocking chair and swinging bench outside the house, and as he grows closer a figure is sitting in the rocking chair. He can see the bright string being worked as the needles click back and forth. 

Grinning as his heart starts to pound harder in his chest.

The door opens, and a slightly taller figure than he remembers steps outside. Their hair is longer and he can feel the tears forming on his eyes. 

He isn’t walking anymore. He’s jogging and the sound of his name from the teenager has him bolting across the distance, his bag somewhere behind him in the dust. 

His heart soars as the teen rushes to meet him, swinging her into his arms and spinning her around. “Lina!” “Eriks! You’re home!” He’s laughing now, and crying while Lina does the same. Burying her face in his chest once her feet are on the ground. Walking towards the house as Granny smiles with her own tears on her face, Lina still latched on making it take longer than it should. 

As he hugs the older woman he can’t help but look around, missing the final member of his little family. 

“She’s inside.” A look passes between the two women he can’t place but takes the hint as the teen shoves him in through the door. 

With cautious steps, he follows the sound of your voice. Are you talking to someone? He’s nervous again, his heart thundering in his chest as he turns at the open doorway. You’re there, looking as beautiful as the day he last saw you. It seems the only change is your hair is longer, or at least that’s all he can tell as you lean over something he can’t see. 

Stepping inside and a floorboard creaks from his weight. 

You look up at the noise, at the figure standing just inside your bedroom. 

You’d know him anywhere, smiling as the wet works start. “Eriks.” A half step before you bolt into his arms. “You’re back.” 

“I’m home Sweetness.” The feeling of safety you feel as his arms wrap around your body floods your mind as his voice soothes the cracks that remain from his departure. “I missed you so much.” 

Leaning back from the embrace as you reach up to sweep your fingers along his jaw. His once two-toned hair is now fully black, just like when you saw him on the television in the saloon. His eyes are still filled with the same adoration glinting in those teal depths, pressing yourself onto your toes to kiss the side of his mouth. “I missed you too.” Feeling a bit mischievous as you lower yourself back down. “You looked really handsome on TV when I first saw this.” Toying with a few of the strands. “Too bad that during your absence a blonde came along and stole my heart.” 

“What?” A pained whine as you watch his expression fall and he seems to accept it as he blinks and tries to pull away. 

“Trust me, I think she’ll steal your heart too.” Hooking your fingers in his collar before he moves too far away you tug him more into the room. “You might have left me a little reminder when you went away.” Seeing his confusion growing you laugh, tilting his head to look into the crib at the sleeping child. “Eriks, meet your daughter.” 

“My…. daughter?” His voice grows softer the longer he looks at the small blonde girl sleeping away, oblivious to her father seeing her for the first time. “I have a daughter.” You laugh as Eriks turns to you, fat tears falling down his face as he sniffles and rubs at the mucus starting to drip from his nose. 

“Yes. While she might not seem like it right now, she’s just as much of a handful as her Daddy.” Squeaking as you’re pulled into his embrace, his nose in your hair as he sobs. “I guess we’ve got a lot to catch up on, my Love.” Carding your fingers through the dark strands you can’t see. “It has been two years and a day since you left.” 

After all, a good ballad always inspires a sequel as the universe keeps singing new songs. 

I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!

Part one, two, three

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The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader 

Part Five 

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warning: slight smut, panic/anxiety attack, manipulation 

Y’all I am so sorry for keeping this from y’all. I just have had major writer’s block but I’m back in the game! Don’t forget to leave me some requests if you have some!

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Erik opened the door to his apartment, noticing that she wasn’t there yet. He threw the keys on the table that was next to the door, walking to the back room to see his room surrounded by her belongings. Chuckling, he went into his walk-in closet to grab an outfit for the party tonight. He stripped into his boxers, getting a tad bit comfortable.  As he was looking for the perfect shoes, he heard the front door open. 

She walked to the back room to see him only in his boxers. “Dang, how you beat me here?” she asked taking off her varsity jacket and throwing it on the recliner that he had in his room. He sat down on the before saying, 

“I’ma speed demon,” he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah I should’ve known.” she chuckled putting her purse at the foot of the bed. He grabbed her waist pulling her between his legs as his hands traced up the back of her thighs, before gripping her ass then wrapping his arms around her waist and looking up at her. 

“You did well... I ain’t know you danced like that,” he said with a slight grin presented on his face, making her blush. 

“I’ve been dancing since I’ve been in diapers. I’m a pro.” she bragged as he chuckled. “Mind if I hop in the shower real quick. I stink,” she said walking to her duffle bag. 

“Nah, I’m not gonna let you use it,” he said sarcastically. She grabbed one of his pillows throwing it at him 

“Yeah, I also noticed a couple of other things too.. that I didn’t know about you,” he said looking down at her legs, unraveling himself and tracing his hands in the inside of her thighs. She bit her lip at the settle action but continued to talk. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean... hitting splits, back bends, back arches, this ass,” he said slapping it as she gasped, the pain in pleasure shooting right to her pussy, instantly starting to get wet. “You was doing that shit like it was nothing.”

“Cuz it ain’t nothin’.”

“Hmm, so why I haven’t seen this side yet.” he stood up, and the instant change of her feeling more dominant looking down at him was quickly taken away when he stood there with just his boxers on, an obvious erection that was finna burst through the Nike Pro boxers he had on. He noticed her breathing hitched as she backed up. But with every step she took back, he took forward. 

“I know I’m not speaking to myself, so I suggest you speak up.” he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I didn’t wanna freak you out..” He stood there for a second before laughing.

“Freak? Me out? Nah baby that’s not how it goes.” he said shaking his head, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. It looked like he was offended by the statement but it looked like he was going to show her what was really up. 

“N-Not like that. it’s just. I don’t wanna chase you off with the”

“Okay. I’m done talking to you now. I was holding back now but since you are a Lil freak who has been also showing out, I guess I gotta show you what the fuck is really up.” He stepped back. “All that? Off. Now.” he demanded her. She took off the T-Shirt that she had on, exposing her nicely fit white sports bra. She unhooked it from the front as her titties popped out like a can of biscuits. 

Her nipples got hard instantly due to the fan blowing right on her chest. She hooked herself on her track pants but he stopped her. “Nah turn around. Lemme see that ass and pussy poking out,” he said. She turned around, slowly pulling her pants and boy shorts down, her fat pussy sitting between her upper and inner thighs. She wrapped her hands around her ankles, looking between her legs to see him walking closer to her, his dick visibly getting harder by the second. 

He was right behind her, trailing his middle finger up and down her slit. She bit her lip trying to concentrate on keeping her balance, but damn he was making this hard. 

“Sexy ass,” he whispered more to himself before kneeling down. “Got such a pretty pussy. You deserve to get this pussy eaten whenever you want you to understand me?” he asked her. She didn’t say anything, the slight teasing made it impossible. She was trying to focus on her breathing until he slapped her on the ass. She lost her balance but she quickly caught herself by placing her hands on the floor. 

“Y-Yes daddy,” she said biting her lip while repositioning herself the original way that she was. 

“You gonna stay like this while daddy eats this pussy? Huh?” he asked her, circling her clit in slow motion. 

“Yes, daddy. Please eat my-” she didn’t even have to finish that sentence as he kissed her lips. Then kissed the back of her thigh. Then he gave her a long stride of a lick, licking from her entrance to her clit and then circling it. Just the taste of her had him drooling with the mixture of her wetness. 

His tongue was/ just as dangerous as him. Even though she had this treatment before, it still caught her off guard. This was more than just eating some pussy, he was making love to her pussy.

“Fuck..” she whispered closing her eyes. His tongue moved side to side on her clitoris, the pressure from his tongue making her juices flow down his chin. 

“Taste so fucking sweet.” he slapped her ass again, this time she was prepared. With her hands still wrapped around her ankles, she started to move her hips against his face moaning. Her juices spread all over his lower face, but he enjoyed it. He pulled away, spreading her pussy lips. 

“Fuck.. such a pretty ass pussy.” he slapped it a few times before saying, “This mine right? Don’t belong to no other nigga huh,” he asked her as she shook her head. “What did I say about that shy shit? Answer me.” 

‘Yes, daddy. It belongs to you.” she moaned out. He stood back up, grabbing her by her hair and pushing her against the wall. His chest was against her back, and she gasped at the sudden movement. 

“Spread them legs.. stay just like that sexy bitch.” he whispered in her ear. 

Woah.. she ain’t know she would be so turned on by being called a bitch. Erik even noticed with his fingers on her pussy, a slight bit of wetness coated his finger. Who would have ever known, innocent (Y/N) like to be manhandled? 

His hand wrapped around her neck as the other found its way to her clit, circulating it in a circle. With every rotation, more pressure was applied. Her eyes fluttered shut, biting her lip trying to keep her balance. All hope was a loss when his fingers found her entrance as he slid them in. 

“Oooh,” she whispered, grasping the wall. His fingers were nice and thick, massaging her walls perfectly. And the fact that she just had to sit there and take it while he stretched her pussy had her about to cum so quickly. 

“Nasty fucking slut. Got my fingers soaking wet,” he said. He pulled his fingers away, turning her around. She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips as she wrapped them around his fingers. He grabbed her by the chin, bringing her in for a soul-crushing kiss. 

“Get your ass on the bed. Let me see how flexible you really are,” he said moving aside to see her walk. She walked passed him, him staring at her ass the entire time. She sat down on the bed and scooted back. He walked towards her on the bed, as she pulled her legs towards her, grabbing her ankles and putting them above her head. 

“Look at that...” he whispered to himself. She was most definitely more open. Freshly waxed with a bit of hair on her her pubic area. He could see her glistening from her wetness. She bit her lip as they locked eyes. 

“You think you can stay like that while I eat this pussy, huh?” he asked her getting into the bed. She bit her lip with a nod. He smirked at her before laying on his stomach. He didn’t even have to spread her pussy lips in this position. All he had to do was lick along her folds, gaining a slight gasp from her. 

His tongue circled her clit a few times, and pressure created a wetness that dripped down Erik’s chin. He moved his head from side to side as his tongue moved along her clit. “Fuck daddy.. just like that.” she moaned, still holding onto her ankles.

“Sexy ass..” he whispered, gripping her thighs as he ate her. He closed his eyes in contentment with the way her pussy felt against her tongue, her hair tickling his nose with every movement. He pulled away before inserting two fingers into her, making her let go of her legs. 

“Keep the legs up. You kept them up when you were dancing now keep them up while daddy eats this pussy.” he said giving smacking her thigh. She repositioned herself once more, opening herself up again, the stinging sensation making her clench around his fingers. 

“There you go... good girl,” he whispered as he fingered her. He held eye contact with her as she struggled to keep her eyes open and her breathing under control. 

“You love playing with my pussy daddy?” she asked oh so innocently. It made his dick throb in his sweatpants the way she said that. 

“Fuck yes. Such a pretty pink pussy.” his lips wrapped her clit moving side to side, as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her. A pressure in her stomach formed, one she was familiar with dealing with him. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” she whimpered. His movements stayed the same, nothing changing. And just like that, she squirted all over his sheets again. 

“There you go nasty bitch. Gimme that nut.” he rubbed her clit as she squirted. 

“Fuck!!!” she screamed, her legs shaking but she held on. 

“Stay just like that. I got something for you.” he stood back up walking to the other side of the bed. “Come here.” she let her ankles go, scooting to the edge of the bed where he was. “Lay on your back. Put your head over the bed. You’re going to let daddy fuck your throat.” he said. She opened her mouth, bringing her knees to her chest as he smirked. 

“Fuck.. just like that,” he whispered. He pulled his sweat pants lower, his dick popping out meeting her face to face. She grabbed it placing it in her mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum. 

She swirled her tongue around the tip, before deep-throating him. “Fuck..” he grunted moving his hips forward and backward. He leaned forward to rub on her clit, causing her to moan. With the strength she had, she started to move her head in a circular motion, taking him down her throat. Saliva drooled down her face as she open her legs wider for him to have m or access to her. 

“There you go. Such a good slut for daddy,” he said looking down at her as she took him all in. 

She looked amazing in this position in his eyes. Using his free hand, he grabbed her breast, twisting the nipple around his index finger and thumb. She slowed down, taking her time with his dick while slowly deep-throating him. 

“Are you going to nut on my face daddy? You gonna give me that nut?” she said giving him a hand job. 

“I’ll nut down that slutty ass throat. Stop playing with me,” he said slapping her pussy a few times. He let out a few deep moans when she had him deep in her throat. He was balls deep in her throat, sure enough hoping for a nut. 

“Look at you making that dick disappear. Only a real slut knows how to do that,” he whispered to himself but she heard it. She went back at a faster pace, taking it out a few times and spitting on it to make it even sloppier. The combination of her saliva-filled mouth and him fucking her throat, she was sure as hell guaranteed to get a large nut delivered. 

“You want this dick in that tight pussy? Huh? You want daddy to beat that pussy up to your cream is on this dick?” he asked her. Just the thought of being fucked like she was earlier was making her wetter, even earning Erik a moan around his dick. 

“Fuuck.. keep fucking going.” he moaned out slowly thrusting in and out of her throat. 

“Fuck... I’m finna nut... I’m finna-” his moan cut his sentence short as a fat warm load was delivered down her throat. But from the position, she was in, she started to choke from how much it was. She popped his dick straight out of her mouth before swallowing it all completely. She sat up showing him that she swallowed it all.

Damn.. he really hit the jackpot with this one...

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They showed up to the party late. It was expected since they spent the entire night fooling around with each other. It was like every single time one of them tapped out, the other would do something to make the other one go. It was a never-ending cycle until they received a call from Omariana that they were outside banging on the door.

They arrived at the party, and a lot of people recognized who Erik was. But as expected, people were shocked to see her there. They knew who she was, they just didn’t expect to see her there. People complimented the girls on how well they did at the event.

“You good?” Erik asked her, seeing that she was getting a little anxious. She nodded her head.

“Yeah… just feel like I’m out of my element a little,” she told him as he chuckled.

“I can tell. Just tell me when you’re ready to go and we can bounce,” he told her as she smiled at him.

“How do you know so many people? I feel like every person we walked past done said something to you.” she joked with him as he smirked back at her.

“I’m really just that nigga.” he whispered in her ear over the music. She pushed him back as he laughed.

“Nah, I’m just kidding. People buy from me. I’m the plug on campus.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. She completely forgot about that. Mariana and the twins would always buy from him. And it explains the endless supply of weed he has.

“Huh. I forgot about that.”

“Yup.. tuition has to be paid some way or another.” he chuckled. She stood up fixing her skirt. “Where you going?”

“Chill. I’m going to the bathroom real quick. The liquor is going through me.” she laughed as he nodded.

After wandering around, she found the bathroom. After peeing, she was washing her hands when she heard a knocking on the door. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a paper towel before opening the door. She was expecting to see a girl drunk maybe, but it turned out as Travis. Did he really just follow me in here?

“(Y/N)? Wait lemme-”

“Travis I really don’t have anything to say to you,” she said to him walking passed him. He grabbed her wrist as she stopped and turned around snatching it away from him. 

“I’m sorry but let me just explain myself. What I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. You know me all too well to know I wouldn’t say anything like that.” he explained himself but she rolled her eyes. 

“But that’s the thing... you did say it. And not just that, you started a fight with Erik for no reason.” she snapped at him. 

“Okay, and I’m sorry about that. But you don’t know Erik like I do,” he said to her. 

“Yeah, lemme guess. He fucks with multiple women, and cheats on them,” she said as he sighed. 

“No, but-”

“If there is anyone I shouldn’t trust, it’s you. You literally slept with Aliyah knowing that she and Erik were a thing.” she snapped at him. “Whatever you have to say about him, let me figure that out on my own. Forreal.” she turned back around but he walked in front of her. 

“Look at you! He’s literally changing you. Smoking weed, drinking and going to parties. This isn’t you!” 

“See, if you hadn’t ghosted me, you’d know that I wanted to do that way before Erik was even a thought. You’re only talking like this because my crush on you is done. Not once have you ever cared about my well-being and what I had going on so why the hell do you care now?” she snapped at him. 

“Everything good?” That voice was all too familiar for (Y/N). She turned around and saw Aliyah coming behind her. 

“Great. I was just leaving.” 

“Oh... you want to talk about me fucking Aliyah but your fucking her ex. What kinda friend are you?” he snapped back at her. “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

“You’re fucking Erik!?” Aliyah exclaimed getting in between the two. 

“Aliyah, please. You were fucking Travis even when you knew I had feelings for him. Then, you had the audacity to freaking tell him. You know what... I’m not entertaining y’all right now.” she went to step away but Aliyah stepped in front. 

“No no. We’re addressing this now.”

Erik noticed that (Y/N) was taking way too long in the bathroom. He stood up from the seat, looking up at the stairs to see a crowd forming. Following the noise, he ran up the stairs past the people to see Aliyah and Travis arguing with her. 

“You’ve literally chosen his side the entire time not giving a fuck what I have to say, but the whole time you are doing the exact same shit I’m doing!” Travis yelled at her. 

“How the - you literally fucked her while they were still dating and y’all were still friends. Aliyah and I are no longer friends!” she yelled back. 

“Nigga, what the fuck did I tell you!?” Erik yelled pushing him back so he was against the wall. 

“Erik forgets about it. Let’s leave.” (Y/N) said grabbing his arm. 

“Bitch are you serious!?” Aliyah exclaimed walking towards her. Erik stepped in between the two of them before Aliyah scoffed. 

“And you’re not finna step to shit.”

“Really Erik? So that’s how you’re getting back at me? By fucking my ex-friend? I feel sorry for you, silly hoe. He’s playing you and you’re dumb ass hell for falling for it.” she snapped at her. 

“Yo shut the fuck up.”

“Nah, she’s telling the truth. You out of all people, and he’s never paid you any mind till now.” Travis replied back. Erik couldn’t even process what he had said next, but his fist connected with Travis’s face in an instant. 

It sent him to the ground before Erik got on top of him. “Oh my god! Erik!’ she yelled, about to grab him but thankfully Jakeen and Kobe pulled him off of him. “Erik chill!” Jakeen said as they pushed him against the wall. (Y/N) looked at Travis to see his entire face and his shirt drenched in his blood. A part of her felt bad for the poor kid but the other half felt content. 

“Bitch ass nigga, you’re only mad that I’m telling the fucking truth,” he said standing up.

“Nah fuck that! How the fuck do you ruin my relationship with this bitch and try to ruin it with (Y/N). You a jealous ass nigga.” he snapped at him. “Both of y’all are some stuck-up ass hoes!” he yelled.

“I’m not about to do this.” she turned around walking back down the stairs. She saw Omariana standing at the door talking with some girls from the dance team. 

“Can you take me home?” she asked her. Omariana looked back at her but her smile faded when she saw her best friend on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/N), what happened. Where is Erik?” she looked back at the top of the stairs to see the crowd that had formed where Erik and Travis got into an argument. 

“I-I’ll explain but can we just leave. Please. I-I need to think.” she said. Omariana looked at her hands to see that she was shaking. 

“Of course, here’s the keys to the car. Lemme grab my things and we can bounce,” she said handing the keys to her. She walked outside to see Omariana’s red jeep by the curb. She went to open it on the passenger side but she saw Erik running towards her.

“(Y/N) stop! Wait, I know how it sounds but that shit ain’t true!” he said running to her side of the car. 

“Erik-”

“No. Look. I know how that sounds and I know you’ve been skeptical at the beginning. That shit might sound like it makes sense but it’s not. You know-”

‘Erik! Get the hell away from my damn car! Do you not see she’s not in the state to talk right now. She’s drunk out of her mind! You’re gonna trigger an anxiety attack!” Omariana yelled running to her car. 

“Oh, my fuck- Omariana shut the hell up! I’m not talking to you!” he snapped at her. (Y/N) hit his chess. 

“Don’t talk to her like that. The hell is wrong with you.” (Y/N) snapped back, defending her best friend. Erik sighed before turning back to Omariana.

“Omariana I apologize. May I talk to my girlfriend in peace, please?” he asked her in a more calm tone. Omariana looked a tad bit shocked at the statement. It’s not like Erik’s to apologize. 

“You have three minutes or I’m running you over. And I’ll be in earshot range so once she says leave you better get to moving.” Erik rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

Wow, even a thank you. 

Omariana squinted his eyes at him before going behind the jeep. 

“Look. Don’t listen to them okay. You and I are the only ones who know what we have going on. He stopped me after you left the parking lot earlier wanting to talk to you and I told him that I didn’t want you talking to him, especially after knowing how he felt about you now.” he defended himself. “Look, if you wanna take some time to think about it, I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ll wait but just look at the whole picture. Please..” he said putting his hands on her cheek to make her look at him. 

“I just need a few moments to clear my head. Please.” she looked him in the eye as he nodded. He kissed her on the forehead before stepping away. Omariana came into view with her arms crossed as Erik looked at her. 

“See... I’m done. And I’m gone.” he gave her one last look before meeting Jakeen on the patio. Omariana opened the door for her as (Y/N) stepped in. 

“Tell me everything.” 

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Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Sensation Play, Nipple Play, Helplessness

Only in the dark and comfort of your bedroom can you feel comfortable watching and masturbating to questionable hentai though it’s on mute. Erik is sleeping beside you and you blame Ash, your bestie for flooding the groupchat with gifs and links to her favorites. Curiosity has you watching an anime girl with a fat oily ass get rawed on a bus seat by the busdriver on her back with her legs in the air, then doggystyle as she holds onto the back of the seat. She sucks her juices off his dick, him pushing into her mouth with her glowy asscheeks pressing against the window. 

Even though the driver is ugly, you imagine your man’s face on him and you’re the one getting your bare asscheeks pressed against the glass for everyone outside to see as he uses your throat. In your fantasy, your wetness coats his hard throbbing dick like it coats your fingers and your nearly silent Lilo Soraya vibrator. You look over at him in a deep sleep beside you on his side, facing away. You don’t want to wake him up by moaning or moving too much since this is your private time to enjoy your more private kinks, but both the video and the vibrator are doing what they’re meant to do. You close your eyes briefly and look back at your screen. Fantasy Erik is thrusting inside you so deep that only his nuts are left out and you’re bouncing so hard on his thick veiny dick taking all of him. Your titties bounce like in the anime and his cum is warm inside you, seeping down your thighs and dripping from your pussy. 

The vibrator has you dampening the seat of your panties and making a small wet spot on your side of the sheet. You turn over on your stomach and go to the next link watching a girl with large gravity defying jello knockers get abducted into a public shower by a faceless man who gets her alone and holds her down forcing her to recieve oral until she squirts everywhere over him and herself, panting with her release. It’s so bad, but he’s so dominant and it looks like it feels good. You almost moan with her, but remember Erik is asleep beside you. Only in a hentai does this shit happen which is definitely for the best, but now you’re cumming on your wet panties and pruney fingers and wetting up your sheet even more. One more video.. 

“Nasty lil bitch,” he mumbles. Immediately you look over and switch the vibrator off, closing the tab, but it’s just him talking in his sleep. He better be dreaming about you. 

You wait, watching him in still silence as he breathes in and out. He doesn’t speak again but his breathing gets deeper. What kind of wet dream is he having, you wonder. You wanna see his face. Quietly and carefully you sit up on your knees and lean over his shoulder catching the second he taps the power button on his phone, darkening the screen and hiding his phone under him. 

“UH UH! ERIK!” You push at him. He was watching some dark and blurry ass porn, you saw it and it looked like hentai. “GET UP!” Sitting back, you grab a pillow to beat his head with. “What you up looking at, porn?” 

Wait. You look up remembering the mirrored ceiling.

“Yeah, same shit you lookin at. I ain’t stopping you, it’s what you like, right?” 

“I thought you were sleep,” you gasp, covering your mouth in shock when you can see his eyes in the mirror as clearly as he can see you.

“I know. You like some freaky shit.”

You drop the pillow and think back to all the kinky nasty porn you’ve masturbated to right beside him thinking he was asleep. Whole time he was probably zooming in using the camera and the mirror to spy, even when you’d stopped and closed your tab thinking he’d woken up. Even when you were still and working hard to not moan, he’d been watching and zooming in on your body and your filthy ass screen. Shit you would never show him. 

Violation! You hit him with the pillow again and he grabs it, throwing it on the floor. “What sketch ass hentai was that?”  

“Whatever, you're so vanilla,” you glare and climb off the bed to hide your face. 

“Vanilla?” He sits up watching you snatch up your pillow from the floor and sit the vibrator on your nightstand while you act busy. “Just how hardcore are you ya lil booger?”

“Hmm. Harder than you lil daddy.”  

“I’m open-minded,” he says defensively. You smirk. He is. He’s open to a lot, but he’s also shut to a lot, arguably more than he’s open to. Anytime you bring up anal or using toys, for example, he shuts down or it doesn’t turn him on and you’ve wanted to experiment with those things for a while.

“Still vanilla,” you plop back on the bed.

“I have my kinks.”  

“Your kinks are straight dick to pussy penetration and getting your dick sucked. That’s about it.” 

“You want me to stick my dick in ya ass, I’m not doin it.”

“You don’t have to, that’s not even what I was-” You sigh, calming yourself. Why are you even explaining yourself? 

“I do have kinks, I just don’t tell you.. But I have fantasies about fucking in public where we could get caught. I would fuck you in a bus.. Or in the parking lot or in the movie theater.”

“Really?” You’re starting to picture it, stroking his thick hard cock as you’re side by side in a dark theater surrounded by unsuspecting people who’re paying attention to the movie, not your hand sliding up and down his length. “I’d like that..”

“I’m horny right now,” he announces. “My dick is hard as fuck, come ride it and let me suck your titties.” 

“Oh you ain’t said nothing,” you chuckle leaning back to throw your leg over his head and bring it down on the other side of him, sliding into his lap. He grabs your hips and puts you where he wants you to sit, holding onto you while you get stable on your knees.

“I believe you mean, yes daddy.” 

You pull your wet panties to the side and guide him into your already wet and pulsing pussy grinding your hips in a circle to get the full sweet feeling of this dick touching every wall. “Yes daddy,” you moan, bouncing your full weight on his lap up and down with him sandwiching himself between your boobs and hugging them to the sides of his face. He sticks his tongue to your chest between them and motorboats, coming out to squeeze them together and pepper kisses on your areolas. “Mm, keep sucking em.” You hold his head as he alternates sucking your nipples while you grind, getting clit and nipple stimulation with penetration all at once. 

“I love your titties,” he says between brief sucks that you feel in your clit. "Your titties so pretty." You’re squeezing him and grinding in circles, panting in his ear that you're about to cum. “Go 'head, cum on my dick.”  

“Uhn, yes daddy,” you moan doing just that while he thrusts up so you don’t stop cumming. He pulls your hips thrusting deeper inside.  “This some good dick baby,” you sigh feeling it touch your soul. “Oh god..”

“Cum, but don't stop fuckin me.”

“Yes daddy,” you breathe into his neck feeling his grip on your your hips, there to ensure you don't stop. "Fuck me," you moan grinding desperately and already on the edge again.

He rolls you over to get on top with his elbows at your ears and your thighs parted wide letting him deep.

"Fuck me, daddy please," you pant covering your sensitive clit while his dick glides in and out of your sloppy hole. You love that it's so wet and covered in your juices. You like watching it go in and out and feeling it slide deep inside as your toes curl. 

He loves eye contact so you look back up into his lust-filled eyes. Your arms latch around his neck and he dives down kissing you open-mouthed, your tongue in his mouth and his in yours while he delivers his signature deep strokes.

"Cum," he whispers into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue while you pant on the edge once more. It's him squeezing your titty and pinching your nipple that sends you over. "Good girl.. guess vanilla ain't so bad huh?"

"Goodbye," you laugh still in your after glow. "It never was bad," you sigh staring at him through the mirror above. "Sometimes I'd like to try new things though."

"And we will.. who knows I might kidnap you and drag you to a motel.. fuck you till you cry. You like that?" He finger enters your pussy and you clench pressing your knees together. "You nasty little slut," he sings in a higher pitch rubbing your sensitive clit. "You really want me to kidnap you? What would you do?"

"Whatever you want," you writhe. "I'll do anything," you moan, letting out another orgasm. 

"Suck my dick right now. Make me nut on them pretty titties."

That was last night's activities, two nights before Halloween. 

As a natural early riser, Erik wakes up bright and early some Sunday mornings to mow the lawn and rake leaves if they need raking. He may wash or detail the car, anything really, but that's his personal time. Today it's the lawn. Tthe sound of the riding lawnmower wakes you up giving you time to shower, change the sheets, make a quick breakfast for two, and clean your vibrator. 

The two of you then go your individual ways for a few hours until lunch where you meet up at Cheesecake Factory around 2 PM, leaving your purse behind on the floor of your locked Volvo. He already has a table in front of the window with bread and your drink, having ordered it and your food for you. 

"It's drizzling," you say sitting across from him and adjusting your seat. You can't really see it through the glass. "How are you? How you doing?"

"You wouldn't believe my day today," he starts in. "So first, I'm on my way to Lowes when this truck merges and almost hits my car just to speed and cut me off."

"Wow!" 

"So then I see them turn on my exit and I'm still behind them. We both get to Lowe's and they fuckin wreck in the parking lot. They hit this other car, I saw it and braked and because of the petty nigga I am, I parked and gave the other car my contact. Afterall, I did see the whole thing."

"And you got a fiance whose dad is a lawyer."

"That's what I told him."

"Well I hit the post office to mail some things for my granny and student loans.. filled my tank.. Then I went in the Spirit of Halloween to look around." You tap your nails together with an impish grin. "I got the fake blood but idk if I should use it." 

His friend Meech is hosting an adult Halloween party tonight and you've been itching to go since you heard of it in early September. You and Erik already have costumes. You're Akasha Queen of the Damned and he's Blade.

"I don't think you need the blood if you're doing your makeup."

"I think you're right but also, vampire with no blood??"

"Your call," he sighs as the food comes. For a while you both just eat and chill, then he checks his phone and you check yours. 

"I'm excited for tonight," you smile getting his eye contact. "And before I get too fall down drunk to say this, I plan to get you pregnant in your Blade costume."

His brow raises. "It's like that?"

"It's like that, baby."

"You gonna talk that crazy to me when we're at Cheesecake?"

"I don't know what it is, Erik, but it's something about," you hiss, rubbing your hands all over your chest and neck imagining him being rough with need, doing anything he pleases. He's looking at you like he wants to jump across the table and grab you out the seat. You can feel it in your stomach and between your thighs. "I just- It's sexy to me."

"Nasty, nasty bitch," he whispers glancing over your shoulder. "I'll fuck you in the Blade costume long as you keep the Akasha cosplay after tonight."

"Deal," you grin. "Be careful lil daddy, I might just bite if you keep turning me on like this.."

"I'm built for it, baby. Bite me, scratch me.. I can take it," he stares. "Can you?"

"Oo-hoo," you shiver feeling a threat laced in his words. "Getting a lil zesty ain't you? I like it." You sip your drink with your eyes still caught on his, neither of you breaking.

"Told you I have my kinks.. I just don't typically share'em."

"You should, I wanna know. Maybe we could uh.. Do something about it." You bite your lip wondering what possibilities lie ahead and he smirks.

"Ok. Hold that thought."

He slips under the table but it's open and anyone who's looking could see him down there. 

"What are you doing," you whisper looking around subtly as his hand goes up your dress.

"Dropped my airpod."

"It's not in there, I swear," you laugh feeling his fingers burrow past your panties to rub your slit. You let your legs open a bit more to give him room to work despite the feeling of eyes on you. "Stop," you whisper, swatting at him. "People are looking." 

He pats the ground and climbs back up to his chair, "Found it," he announces.

"You already knew where the clit was," you joke but he still looks like he's feenin.

"Baby I'm a be real right now," he leans in. "I'm horny as fuck and I need you to do something for me. Go wait in the car, I'm a pay and then I'm a come eat ya pussy in the backseat."

"Right now?!"

"Right now, baby. Get up. Go to the car."

You float straight to the door, not passing go. Then you wonder which car he meant, his or yours. Where is he parked? 

You hit the extra keyfob on your keychain that's synced to his red BMW and head in the direction of the beep, finding him parked a few rows behind your car, between another red car and a black van. The backseat is clean and inviting. The grass seed and mulch he bought from Lowes must be in his trunk.

You suddenly hear a click and sliding door behind you and a man grabs you, pulling you backwards into the sus black van and closing you in. Nobody saw. You kick, but don't even get to scream because it happens so fast, one masked man muffling your mouth with a cloth in his hand that's clamped over your face. Another is squeezing your arms at your side and restraining you. They ballgag your mouth, put a blindfold on you, and zip tie your wrists behind you. They're silent and don't speak otherwise. It’s eerie, but luckily Erik is smart and tech savvy. He also doesn't play about his woman. He can track your phone and he's coming. He's gonna realize you've been taken and know what to do to find you quickly. They probably think you're alone. 

Your job is to delay them for Erik. You struggle knowing you have no chance against two tall muscular men but they hold onto you as the van takes off, driven by a third to a second location approximately ten minutes away. They then pull you from the van, holding you up as you stumble in your heels, blinded. You're sat in and tied roughly to a chair with your hands still behind you as a gloved masculine hand wraps your jaw, you can feel the texture of the softened leather, but what does he want?

"I'll get you my pretty," he growls in your ear going down your spine and into your vagina deep inside. He takes the gag from your mouth.

“Erik, I oughta kill you. You scared the hell outta me! Feel my heart!” He’s laughing but your heart is legit racing. “Is that Meech behind me? Come here Meech so I can–OOH! Can’t stand you niggas!”

“Damn lil booger, you harder than I thought. I thought you’d be whimperin and snottin by now. You ain’t break a sweat.”  

“Nah, she struggled but she was a G about it,” says Meech as Erik snickers.

“Uh guh-guh,” you mock. “Untie me now fuckin dickheads. MEECH! I was NICE to you! What the FUCK?!”

“Bye Meech!” Erik grips your thighs. You feel his minty breath on your face. “It's you and me, kid. All alone in a room. What exactly should I do to you?”   

"Free my hands real quick, I wanna see somethin.."

"Cute," he pats your head. "Hold that thought." 

He walks away briefly and when he comes back you holds something to your nose. You smell it, it smells like Lavender. You love lavender and the fact that he knows that.. one point for him. 

He switches the smell. Vanilla. One more point. Your eyes roll in pleasure from the combination, it smells so clean and cozy and good. 

He massages a hot liquid that smells like a mix of the Lavender and Vanilla deep into the muscles of your neck and shoulders rubbing out all the tension as if saying to your body 'relaaaax'.

"Mm. More of this," your head rolls, your neck feeling loose. "Oh god yes..Right in there."

Now the wonderful smell is staying with you because it's in your skin and you're feeling relaxed as you can with your hands tied, your waist tied to the chair, and your eyes covered.

You're not mad anymore. In fact, now that you know it's your goofy ah fiance and not some psycho you're a little stimulated by this naughty game. You didn't think he had it in him. "You can take the kink out of the shoulders, but you can't take it out of the girl. I'm still super turned on."

"Because you're a pervert.. But that's okay, I like a nasty, nasty lil slut. Long as you my nasty, nasty lil slut. I'm the only one who can kidnap you."

"You can do more than that."

You flinch the slightest amount when you feel a cold sensation on the side of your neck. It’s wet. It's ice and it slides spreading a chill over your skin wherever he moves it. 

You feel his tongue on your neck where the ice was, licking the water droplets. "Let me finish what we started at Cheesecake, I've been craving you. I'm a untie you and I want you to strip for me, but keep the blindfold."

You stand with his help and he unzips the dress helping you so you can remove it. You can do the bra on your own, teasing it off slowly and your panties. 

"Put your arms up."

You don't ask, you just do. Your arms are up. He ties your wrists once more and hooks the binding to something that makes it impossible for your arms to drop. 

Another cold chunk of wet ice trails over your legs and up your thighs as you pick your leg up flamingo-style. It sounds like he's getting it from his drink or a cup of water. You hear his fingers slosh for the cubes wishing it was you he was fingering. The ice swipes up your spine and you get taller. His gloves are wet and ice cold touching your back. He uses those cold wet gloves to cup your breasts from behind, letting ice melt on both your rapidly hardening nipples as he kisses between your neck and shoulder. They feel frozen and too erect, a feeling that's both uncomfortable, mildly painful, and erotic.

"You smell.. delicious," he whispers. Your thighs squeeze together and you moan when he pinches your overly sensitive nipples, following with a simultaneous lil slap on both tits. You still have goosebumps everywhere. 

He moves away and returns with ice in his mouth pushing it into yours when he kisses you, the both of you tonguing it until it melts. A new sensation tickles your bellybutton while his tongue is in your mouth. The soft tickling is then briefly on the side of your neck and inside your ear.  You break the kiss hiding your ear on your shoulder. It felt like something crawling but it was Erik. You know it was.

"I don't like that one," you cringe as he teases you with it once more on your leg. He grabs your ankle and pulls up your foot, pulling off your heel just to tickle the bottom on your foot and snicker as you kick trying to make him let go. He knows you're very ticklish. "Stooop," you kick. You can feel it's a feather when he brushes the whole thing across your foot. He tickles the tip of it on your pussy next and you quickly close your thighs. 

"Oh," he teases. "Sensitive are we? Let me bring you back down."

His follow-up is the hot liquid that you've determined is oil and you can't be anymore happy with this decision. He massages it into your entire body from your arms and your titties on down, spending extra time on your titties, molding and squeezing. You're still relaxed when he takes a fistful of your hair and gently tugs your head back, his other hand sliding down your stomach to your mound for a pussy massage. It feels so much different with a soft leather glove and you like it. 

"Freaky lil slut," he moans. "Just for me though. Right?"

"Yes daddy."

His thick gloved finger slips inside of you.  "Good girl." 

He pulls that finger and it immediately pushes against your lips which you part to let it in your mouth. His other hand squeezes the sides of your neck with gradual pressure. Your hips roll in the air, your coochie aching for something to grind against. You want his face down there, but you also need him inside. You're starting to feel a little lightheaded, meanwhile his leather coated wet finger rubs, rolls and presses the distinct taste of your arousal on your tongue causing you to salivate. Drool leaks down your chin.

You like the intoxicating flavor and you make it hard for him to take his finger from your vacuum sealed lips. "Delicious," you smirk. He licks your chin collecting the spit and drooling it back into your mouth, sucking it right back off your tongue. can feel his touch on your waist and then your thighs. 

He picks up your thigh and does what you've been waiting on, buries his lips into your cavern, moaning and licking you out as you grind his face, eyelids fluttering behind the blindfold. He drags his tongue to suck on your clit and pinches your nipple at the same time while you grind in his face. As you moan with him your muscles pulse with your orgasm. He continues as if you didn't just nut. You can picture his bearded, handsome face sticky with your juices. It's when he looks the sexiest, when he's coated in your fluids. You wish you could see him drowning in them. 

When he's had enough you're still craving dick and he stands and wraps both of your legs around his waist supporting your full weight. Providing premium Grade A beef he bounces you up and down on his BBC as he grunts into you like a savage forcing you to cum all over his dick again and again. 

"You're making a mess of me, I can't stop cumming," you whine. With wrists bound above all you can do is take it and love it, feeling your pussy stretch and slam on that thick pole. 

"I love it when you fuck me like this daddy," you grit taking him with no choice, the thought has you cumming again, whimpering as you unravel in his arms. Meanwhile he sucks on your nipple because it's what he loves to do.

By the time he's satisfied with his orgasm that he loves to withhold to bust on your body, you're a mess. He stands you up and unbinds you, freeing you to sit in the chair to gather yourself, breathe, and remove your blindfold. There he is, face still dewy and beard juicy. You appreciate his dick, so beautiful and covered in you. Your reaction is to pull it to you and suck it, getting your flavor and his mixed in a tantalizing fusion. Your hand swirls on his shaft like your pussy and you replace it with your warm mouth. You swirl and spit and lick watching his dick jerk on its own and swallowing it up into your mouth again. When you rub his balls and do it, he cums again, this time in your mouth and you show it to him before you swallow. 

He bends, kissing you open-mouthed once more.

"We still got the Halloween party tonight..," he says turning to find his pants on the bed. You finally look around and peep the location. 

"Oh no. Speaking of a trick or treat. This is both, baby, I don't do motels. We can talk about this outside," you point getting up to put your dress back on. He zips you.

"It was just for the act babe."

"Yeaugh," you shiver in paranoia leading the way out and waiting for him to show you to his car so you can get in and relax for real. You fasten your seatbelt and turn down his radio a couple notches. "Did you pack up my food?"

"Yeees," he groans playfully. "Lil gremlin.. It's in the back."

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Not As Easy As It Looks

I'm not kidding when I tell you guys that I'm obsessed with Dadmonger.

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

"Bruh, they bout to be late again!" Erik called to you as you chased your five-year-old son, Jojo, while holding your crying one-year-old, Ameena, who was pulling at your hoop earring. 

You ignored him and called out for your three-year-old, "Nasir!" You could feel an impending migraine coming on from your loud children and Erik's nagging. 

Who the hell told me to have three kids in the first place? Oh right... My dumbass believing that Erik's pullout game was strong. 

You finally caught Jojo and gave him a stern look telling him to go to his father right away. Ameena was still bawling for no reason, but your motherly instincts allowed you to overhear something crash to floor in the kitchen. There you found the three-year-old standing in jam, while rummaging through the fridge as if you hadn't fed him ten minutes ago. He was already gaining weight on top of his baby fat. 

"Little boy, we need to leave." You decided to come at him with a gentle approach as a means to calm yourself down.

He looked at you with that innocent smile similar to yours that always melted your heart. Nasir and Ameena looked more like you and Jojo looked more like Erik.

"Okay, Mommy." He calmly replied, walking out the kitchen towards Erik, but you were suspicious. When you go over to inspect the fridge, you could feel your blood pressure rising. 

The child emptied out  every single leftover container into the fridge, and one of the chicken legs had a huge bite. You were so annoyed that you didn't notice the jam soaking into your sock. 

"(Y/n)!" Erik called again. 

You were ready to tell him to shut the hell up, but instead you walked back to the front door. Ameena reached out for her father and stopped her unnecessary sobbing. The two boys were in their jackets and shoes, looking like scholars as if they weren't just causing havoc. 

"Hey, Princess." He cooed at her, kissing her chubby cheeks. He finally looked at you, "Damn baby, Meena got you." He pointed at a stain of vomit on your shirt, just above your left breast. Of course you didn't notice it or feel it until now. The two boys laughed.

You deadpanned, and went to open the front door. "Get out. All of you." 

"Bye, Mommy!" Jojo and Nasir ran out, assuming you were playing.

"You just gone kick us out like that?" He looked fake hurt, but you nodded. "Meena, too?"

"Out, Erik." You held the door even wider. 

"Can I at least get a kiss?"

A frown plastered your face and he took the hint. 

"Damn, your mama is mean as hell. Ain't that right, Meena?" You could hear her babble to him as you locked the door. 

The house was finally silent. Peace and quiet was very rare these days. It was always you who got up early to get your kids ready for school. Usually, Ameena would be asleep, but this morning she had to go see her pediatrician. Initially you were going to take her, but it was your well deserved day off and you needed all of those 8 hours of silence to yourself. You both agreed that he stay out with the kids all day until dinner time.  

Erik was by no means a deadbeat, in fact he cared for his kids a lot. Growing up the way he did and not wishing it on anyone else, he promised to always be there for them no matter what. 

While you got the kids ready in the mornings and at night, he would either be sleeping (due to exhaustion from work) or preparing their lunches and breakfast or dinner. He would also handle some private business that you did not inquire about, he paid the bills and as far as you knew, he was safe. Though it would be nice if he did acknowledge that your job of getting three young children ready was not easy all while maintaining a steady nine to five.

"Mama!" Two small, but heavy bodies jumped onto your bed then crashed into you. How they still have energy, only Bast knows. You were curled up in your king sized bed, binge watching your favourite series on Netflix. Has it really been eight hours already... Internally you groan, but being welcomed by your two sons with so much love always made you happy. 

"Hey, boys. How was your day?" You smiled, allowing the to cuddle underneath your arms. 

"Good!" They both yelled at the same time. Jojo was the first to explain what he learned at school and then what happened after Erik picked them up from school. He took them out to the park, then to the basketball court and then to get ice cream.

"Hold on, the basketball court?" You slightly frown, "Who was playing?"

"Daddy and his friends." Nasir chimed in. 

"Then who was watching Ameena?" 

"This pretty lady that Daddy was talking to." Jojo admitted.

Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, Erik came in the room, Ameena fast asleep in his arms. "Damn, so y'all just gone tell on me like that?" 

They boys giggled and ran away.

"Now before you say anything, she's just a friend. And she don't fuck with dudes either."

You glared at him, deciding not to prolong that conversation. "Whatever, E. Just call me when they're done eating dinner so I can get them ready for bed." 

He chuckled, "Bruh, why you make it sound like it's a challenge?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you friggin' serious?" 

"Yeah, it can't be that hard."

A smirk graced your lip. "Fine then, you take care of getting them ready tomorrow."

"Bet."

The alarm went off for six-thirty. You were already out of bed, almost forgetting your deal with Erik. He remained fast asleep on his stomach. 

You shook him, "Come on, baby. It's time to get the kids up." You said in a soft voice that you used on your children in the morning. 

"Naw, five more minutes." He grumbled from his pillow.

"Ain't no five minutes." This time you violently shook his arm. 

"Aight, aight! I'm up, shit!" He pulled the covers off his body and gave you a serious look. "Why you wearing that?" He looked up and down with hazy eyes at your sports bra and leggings set.

"I'm going to a yoga class." You smirked, and began spreading the bed. "Oh and good luck."

He scoffed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he began to brush his teeth, but Ameena's cry sounded through the baby monitor. His first reaction would be to call you, but you were long gone before he got out the shower. 

Erik was not finished, so he left the brush in his mouth and went down the hall to his daughter's room. She was standing in the crib, holding onto the bars, rattling them. He set his toothbrush down and lifted her out of the crib, rocking her on his side. 

"What's up, baby girl? You hungry?" She only continued crying, so he made his way down to the kitchen with her snuggling against his side. It was already 7:05. 

He opened the fridge expecting to see pre-made bottles, but you always made them fresh.

"Dang, I gotta make this from scratch?" 

He sat Ameena down in her high chair, but this only made her cries even louder. Her little legs banged against the seat as she fussed. 

"Hold on, mama. Let me get your bottle."

He searched high and low for the formula, realizing that he's never paid enough attention to see what it actually looked like. He read almost every label and food item in your cupboards. Not to mention, but it was a big house, with a big kitchen and a lot of cupboards. Just then he remembered, you assigned a special storage for your kids snacks so it would likely be in there. It was higher up so they couldn't get to it, but he did find it. 

"Got it!" He applauded himself and began reading the instructions. He might as well have been reading in a foreign language, not that he didn't already understand a few, but this was very new. Eventually he did figure it out and put the bottle in the microwave for two minutes. 

"Daddy?" A sad voice recognized as Nasir echoed to him. He watched his son enter the kitchen with a pouty face, one hand holding his fuzzy panther. "Where's mommy?" 

"She's out right now, but she'll be back."

"I have to go potty."

"Can you hold it for a bit?" 

"No, I'm gonna pee pee myself." Erik sighed and rushed to take him to the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. "Ah shi- I mean shoot. Hold up." He ran back into the kitchen to get Ameena who was still complaining. 

Her little arms reached out to him as he pulled her out of the high chair. The microwave beeped, signalling that her bottle was ready. He pulled it out the microwave and handed it to her. Just as she was about to drink it, he gently pulled it from her grasp, the silence was broken instantly. She cried even louder than the last time. 

"Daddy!" Nasir yelled from the bathroom.

"Just a second!" He replied, "My bad, Meena." He rocked her again. "Daddy's forgot to test it." He tested a patch on the back of his hand, and it was very hot. Erik set the bottle and Ameena down, getting an ice cube out of the freezer. He put it in the bottle and shook it up, testing it once again. "Better." He picked her up and gave her the bottle. She was finally silenced, suckling on the bottle, tears still falling from her eyes. 

Erik made his way back to the bathroom, only to see a dark blue stain on his son's light blue PJ's. A puddle formed on the black tiles. He noted to clean that up later. 

"I pee peed." Nasir said, on the verge of crying.  

"That's alright, little man." Erik sighed. He brought them upstairs, and set Ameena on Nasir's bed, where she continued to drink from her bottle quietly. "Get undressed, you gotta take a shower."  

Erik went to Jojo's room, entering and waking him out of his sleep. 

"Come on bro, time to get up." 

Jojo groaned and turned his body so his back faced Erik. 

Hell... Erik thought, He's just like you. 

Erik yanked the covers off of his son, "Up! Let's go." 

Jojo went on a frenzy looking for his covers, but failed so he tucked his knees upwards into his chest to keep the warmth. 

Erik scoffed. "You look like me, but you act like your mama." He grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the foot of the bed, "Don't make me drop you." 

There was a slight grin on Jojo's face, like he wanted Erik to do it. Instead, Erik pulled him off the bed, holding both of Jojo's feet with one hand. Jojo finally busted out laughing and Erik set him back on the floor gently. 

"Again!" The five-year-old exclaimed. His bedhead became even more messy from playing. You were planning on getting their hairs cut eventually, but they wanted to copy their father. You kept Nasir's hair in a little puff and Jojo's in mini twists. Ameena rocked her little curly afro. 

"Nah, we're on a tight schedule." 

Jojo huffed, but followed Erik out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You were able to give them baths individually, but he was running out of time. 

"Do you have to pee?" He asked his son. 

"Nope!" 

Erik felt relieved. 

Ameena was sleeping again so he picked up her bottle and placed it on the dresser. He allowed her to sleep while the two boys took their bath. 

"Can we get bubbles, Daddy?" Nasir asked, filling up his rubber duck with water. 

"Not right now." 

"Yeah! Bubbles!" Jojo chimed in, splashing the water with his hands. 

"When can we get bubbles?" Nasir continued to ask. 

The two of them continued to yell and cheer for bubbles while splashing the water. 

"Later, tonight. Right now y'all just need to-" Erik's eyes widened as he watched the water surrounding Jojo change colour. "Jojo! I thought you ain't have to pee, bruh!" 

He only giggled, "Oops!" 

"Eeewww!" Nasir screamed, jumping up and splashing the water everywhere. 

"Nasir, stop, man! Stop!" Erik scolded and tried to shield himself from the contaminated water.

Then Ameena's cries began.

For fucks sake....

"That took longer than it needed to cuz y'all nasty." Erik shook his head at his sons, Ameena calmed down and was playing with the chain around his neck. 

The two boys laughed.

"Y'all think I'm playing." He used a stern voice. The kids were use to Erik being the fun and playful Dad so they weren't taking him seriously. "I'm being so serious right now." 

"Where's mommy?" Jojo finally questioned. 

"She ain't here right now."

"Mama?" Ameena added. Erik looked at her stunned.

"Yo, did you just talk?" He raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Yeah, she said 'mama'." Nasir copied her. 

"How you gone say that when she ain't here, but you won't say dada or baba?" He sighed. Of course he was happy that she was grasping words, finally, but he would've preferred it to be dada or baba. He wouldn't tell you that her first word was mama, you never heard her talk yet and he knew you would hold it over his head.

Erik sighed and looked at the more pressing matter in front of him. By the grace of Bast, Erik had the two boys lotioned up and now he had to get their clothes on and their hairs to look decent. He'd always seen you chase one or both of them around the house with their clothes in hand as they ran stark naked or in their underwear. If they were close enough, Erik would catch them, if not, it was all up to you.

"Now I'm not in a playing mood, so don't even try to run." He was using his military voice on them, hoping that would sway them into seeing how serious he was. 

Too bad that only lasted for a moment. Once Nasir had his shirt on, he dashed out the room. 

"Nasir!" Erik yelled.

"Wait for me!" Jojo followed along, racing out the room in only his briefs. 

"Gah lee, bruh!" He huffed. Ameena was laughing at her brothers and her father, showing off two top and two bottom teeth that were just growing in. "You think this is funny too, princess." 

He stepped outside the room and waited for them to run towards his direction. Nasir was first to round the corner and Erik grabbed him right away. He kicked, screamed and laughed as he tried to break free from his father's grasp. Next was Jojo, who's footsteps grew louder as he got closer. Before he could make it fully around the wall, Jojo tripped and bumped his head into the leg of the end table that held family portraits and a small vase Erik brought from Cape Town that all went crashing to the ground. 

"Ooh, shit." Erik winced, listening to his son do that windup cry that all little kids do. He set Nasir down, "See, this is what happens when y'all don't listen." 

He picked Jojo up with his now free arm, bringing him back to the bedroom. 

"You're alright, man." 

Jojo snuggled into his father's neck, his tears and snot staining  Erik's shirt. Ameena reached out to her little brother and made sad babbling noises like she was trying to comfort him. 

"Look, Meena's checking if you're good." He smiled and sat down on the bed. 

"Are you okay, Jojo?" Nasir's voice was really quiet as he looked at his weeping older brother, who only shook his head.

"If we finish getting ready, I can get you some ice." Erik noticed a hematoma forming on Jojo's forehead. She's gonna kill me...

The boys settled down and allowed Erik to finish getting them dressed and he fixed their bedheads, then they went downstairs. You prepared a simple breakfast for them, as if you knew Erik would run out of time. In fact he did, it was already time to leave. He quickly got an ice pack out of the freezer and handed it to Jojo, and got all of their shoes and jackets on. 

"We ready?" He asked them and they nodded, Ameena babbled in her baby language.

"Never again." Erik just got back from dropping the kids off and plopped down, face first on the sofa. 

You appeared from the kitchen, holding his favourite beer. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?" You smirked. 

"Them boys is too much." He sat up and took the beer from your hand. 

"Trust me, I know." You plopped down beside him, snuggling into his side. "You did this to us, just know."

He took a swig of beer, "What? How is this my fault, babe?" 

"Last time I checked, you were the only who bragged about your pullout game being strong." You said with an eye roll.

"It is strong, otherwise I'd have more lil' niggas running around. Not just by you." 

You punched him in the chest, "Fuck you, bruh." 

"Aye, I'm just saying." 

You knew he was telling the truth. Erik was the definition of a whore until he met you.  

"So you really just out here getting me pregnant?"

"And I'm tempted to do it again." He set his drink down and pulled you underneath him. "How long before we gotta pick 'em up?" He rhetorically asked in a lustful tone.

"No, we ain't doing this!" You laugh, placing your foot against his chest. "You don't learn do you?" 

"We make mistakes all the time." He shrugged with a smirk. 

"Boy, whatever." You smiled at Erik.

(Start/Finish: April 12, 2019)

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[soft-for-them]

Havok and Torment - Alex Summers x plus size reader - Headcanons

Summary: The reader is a mutant and is taken in by Charles and Erik, she gets close to Alex.

Trigger Warning: Mention of bullying, bad home life and pain.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This is a re-write of some old headcanons that I've deleted.

. With a backpack and a bin bag filled with everything you’d ever need when running away from home you had hoped to flee to California or Hawaii, not picked up by two men called Charles and Erik, two mutants just like you.

. You had ran away from home. Well to rephrase it, you had moved out from home because you were an adult… without anyone knowing. Technically if anyone ever cared about you then you’d be a missing person, though because you were an adult by then even if someone had filed a police report they wouldn’t care.

. The day you ran away you were like an angry child, the black bin bag like your very own bag on a stick, a stash of money in your pockets and some food for the road.

. Your reason for running away? Well there are too many to list but being a mutant was a near death wish around the parts you used to live, that paired with a verbally abusive family and the bullies from highschool still beating you up despite now being an adult with a job.

. (Ok maybe working at a fast food drive through isn’t the most classy but you need the cash and the experience on you CV.)

. Before the boiling point when you’d just been put in the care of your extended family, when you were just a fat mess of hormones and pimples like clockwork the bullying had begun. You were moved to the middle of nowhere America because of the bulling at your last school but it still followed you.

. The pushes and punches never seemed to hurt you, only the words did.

. No literally, you were the opposite of ‘sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me.’

. It started as people walking into your shoulder. Fine it happens. Then it became being purposefully tripped up. Ok, surely that was a one-time thing? But when word got around that you hardly got hurt, that you were like a punching bag well the bullies flocked to pick on you.

. You would come home from middle school with the faint feeling of where the punches where punched, footprints on you back and trousers torn at the knees but with no actual injuries, not cuts or bruises, not even a weeping knee.

. The bullies though you hid the injuries well and you so called family never took any notice of you at all. When you’d get home you’d just sleep, no one could wake you up, not even an earthquake. Every day was like a ground-hog day of pain and misery but no proof, apart from you tears, that any of this was happening.

. You had become antisocial and quiet by the time you were ready for high school you didn’t talk unless it was purely academic related and you just looked grey.

- And because of this you became the ‘disgrace’ of the family, the black sheep. Your Aunt would say deeming words like ‘Why can’t you be like your cousins and try!’ even if you got straight A’s on every test. The bullies would scream over the crowded hallways things like ‘GOD DAME IT (Y/N)! Can’t you fucking talk like a normal person.’ making other students laugh and stare.

. Their words hurt so fucking much, they hurt so much that you did some things that you regret to this very day. Those hidden lines on your body will always be a reminder of that, though you’d never show anyone, well only one person but you hadn’t net him in your high school years.

. You had realised that you were a mutant when you were fourteen but it only became a rumour when you were a bit older.

. A girl you don’t care about to remember her name, the girl who had torment you ever since you could remember, had decided to make you her personal punching bag more than other people did.

. Gone of the days of being called a ‘fatty’ instead she’d beat you up so bad that you’d never be able to move afterwards. The pain was there for a minute or so, a painful reminder that you still felt something even just for a second, before dissipating to faint throbbing and achy joints.

. When the girl saw that her abuse did nothing physically to you she stopped. She just stopped like she’d never made your life a living hell.

. She stayed away from you like the plague.

. The rumour started to go around about you being a mutant. Others tried to harm you but only you could harm yourself. You acted innocent and oblivious, to you mutants weren’t real for if you’d ever let on that you were aware of them, aware that you were one, then you’d be taken away or maybe even something worse.

. The day you decided to leave your town was the best day of your life. You woke that day and realised that you were an adult and could do whatever you wanted to. You made your bed and rang up work declaring that you were quitting, you happily lied to you family saying you would be gone for an hour of two, you bags hidden in the hedges at the front so they didn’t see.

. With spare change and a boost to your mood you took the first bus you saw and road to the end of the line. You walked down highways and back roads, hitch hiked with total strangers, you were unafraid.

. For a year you visited roadside attractions like a tourist, stayed in dingy motels and blagged food from pit stops.

. One day whilst sticking your thumb out a van filled with hippies all looking like Joh Lennon and Yoko Ono stopped and let you in. They were heading for New York, they talked about how the seventies yet to come where going to be their decade of revolution.

. Two days after, parked on the side of an empty road, the van hot boxed and filled with weed smoke a guy singing off tune folk songs a bright yellow taxi pulled up beside to you.

. You were in the middle of nowhere, like tumble weed and farmers’ fields type of nowhere.

. Two men emerged from said taxi, the smarter looking of the two knocking loudly on the side door of the van, both of them introducing themselves as Charles and Erik.

. “Whoa, we are in our right to park here.” The John Lennon wannabe, well one of them, had said, a bong still in his hands.

“We’re not cops.” The taller one had said his voice a bit accented and deep, the turtle neck nothing like what the pigs would ever wear.

“That is very obvious Erik.” Charles had said, the faces now matched to the names they had given.

. They were mutants too.

. Erik pulled the metal stem from the bong in Lennon’s hands, a sly comment about smoking coming from his lips whilst Charles had raised his fingers to his head only to be met with only pain.

. This got the taxi driver, Darwin, out of the taxi. 

. “Your pain… I-You're so hurt.” His voice had croaked and his face had gone red as Erik and Darwin held him up.

. Thank fuck you were the only person not to have taken any magic mushrooms for if the van filled with non-mutants knew you were a mutant well who knows what would have happened.

. Somehow, you agreed to going to this ‘facility’ with the three mutants, not really because your mutation but because you had nothing to lose and you really wanted to shower in warm water. 

. “Um, can I-“ you had pointed to the bathroom to the side of your monotone but clean bedroom, waiting for the ok from Charles and Erik. They really were like two dads with the way they had hovered at the door of your temporary room.

. They allowed you to shower with no weird business but soon enough they had pulled you away into a room filled with other mutants closer to your age.

. Getting to the facility only to be bombarded by a load of energetic mutants had made you feel nervous and panicky. You had froze when too many of the new faces tried to introduced themselves with their loud booming voices which caught the eyes of one Alex Summers.

. The noise of the room had gotten louder and your body had begun to move towards the wall, your tried to blend into the background but you had realised that he was doing the exact same thing.

. He caught your eye and he smiled a small smile. It made you heart flutter with warmth.

. For the rest of the day you slept in oversized clothes and a bundle of blankets until an all too happy Raven dragged you out of bed to hang out with everyone.

. “Come on (y/n) it will be fun, you’ll be around your people.”

“I only came here because I’m homeless and fucked, I need sleep, maybe tomorrow I can ‘hang out’.”

- She dragging you to the living room anyway.

. You were drowning in an oversized hoodie with no foot-ware on with dent lines on your face from your deep sleep. The only seat left was either near Banshee or Alex and well Alex was quiet and looking at you with wide eyes so you had to sit next to Alex.

.Your eyes dropped from being so tired, your plush thigh touching his without you realising it.

. Alex understood you. He really wanted to be alone from everyone also but was made to sit with everyone else.

. Throughout the night he kept looking at you to see if you were ok and you were just staring into space.

. He thought you were cute, he felt like just wrapping you up in his arms in a big cuddle pile for comfort.

. “We should think of code names. We’re government agents now. We should have secret code names.” Raven had begun making you jerk out your trance, Alex snapping his eyes away from your soft face, “I want to be called Mystique.”

. Despite your eyes focused on Mystique as she talks and encourages everyone else to think up their code names you aren’t really paying attention. Really you just want to read a nice book or wrap yourself back up in a blanket and go back to sleep.

. Time ticked by, the feeling of Alex’s eyes gracing you every now and then as you try and concentrate. It wasn’t a creepy feeling, more of a feeling of someone looking out for you, a protector of sorts.

. Your eyes flicker towards Alex his blue eyes connected with yours.

. “You might want to cover your ears.” Sean said in the background as your cheeks turn warm.

. You hear nothing of Sean’s warning.

. Alex coved one of his ears whilst tapping your shoulder to alert you to the loudness about to come.

. He was too late.

. The high pitched scream shattered the table and your eardrums. Pain shot through your ears but despite their ringing you knew that they weren’t damaged, you felt no blood dripping nor were you deaf.

. “Shit, are you ok?” a soft touch on your arm had brought you back to your wits, your face gazed up to a concerned looking Alex who looked like he was about to cry and punch Sean at the same time.

. He was the only one who seemed to realise that you’d took the full force of the scream, that you hadn’t covered your ears. Only when he bent over to check if your ears weren’t bleeding was when people started to notice.

. “Yeah, my ears are just a bit throbby, no damage.” you said below a whisper.

. You looked around to concerned faces and said “I’m all good guys, carry on.”

. So the name giving continued with the showing of the different mutations, Alex more closer to you side, your thick thighs defiantly touching his now.

. “Alex, what is your gift? What can you do?” You perked up to Darwin’s question.

. Alex tried to get out of showing his mutation but you spoke up in curiosity and protection.

. “He doesn’t have to show anyone…” you said, “O-only if he wants too.”

. His smile was sweet, his mind boggled as he thought about whether he should show his mutation or not. Never the less Alex stood to show everyone.

. The red swirls from his body captivated you, it made you want to hold him just like he wanted to hold you, you had never seen such dangerous but beautiful spectacle before in your entire life.

. There was a connection between you two, it was the lonely ones sticking together, even when he was displaying his mutation he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

- At some point you felt tired and ultimately you fall asleep, you face leaning on the shoulder of Alex.

. You missed the shit show that went down for you were fast asleep, you missed the death and destruction because you were so tired and weak.

. You felt bad.

. Very bad. 

. Thoughts like ‘If I were awake I could have done something!’ raged in your brain, you blamed you mutation for making you sleep so quietly, you blamed the softness of the sofa and the warm feeling of Alex.

. Charles told you that being too tired might have been a side effect of you mutation, that there might be something bigger that what you have. He want to train with him but you felt dejected and sad to agree.

. You go quietly, all moved to Charles’ mansion.

. Alex walked close to you as you all arrive, his knuckles touched your hand, the connection grounding you.

. Charles grinned like a fucking idiot because he could hear Alex’s thoughts about you.

. They were VERY loud.

. He left everyone to get acquainted with the manor, to relaxed and calm down from the troubling things that had happened but all he could hear was snippets of Alex’s thoughts of you.

. Charles would be just doing his thing, playing chess with Erik or reading a book, and thoughts like ‘I wonder how (y/n) is doing’ or ‘I should go and talk to her.’ would travel to Charles’ mind.

. Charles would telepathically answer Alex’s mind questions, surprising him wherever he would hear Charles in his mind.

. One day you saw Alex storming out of the mansion into the green grass outside and call it instinct but you just had to follow him. You needed to see if he was ok, you needed to see him ok.

. “Alex!” you were dresses in a slouchy knitted jumper and corduroy jeans, only in socks and no shoes, hair down and a mess.

. He turned around to you his one angered face turned soft and sweet, his shoulders not covered by the sleeveless grey hoodie slumped. His outfit was covered in burn marks, his face dripping with sweat.

. Your appearance, all cosy and sleepy looking, made him low key melt.

. “I can’t do it! I burn every fucking thing.”

. He never raised his voice around you, he just sounded so sad.

. You grabbed his hand with both of yours, your voice quiet and composed said one thing.

. “I have an idea Summers.”

. That idea being you standing beside the mannequin whilst he tried to hit the middle one with his mutation.

. “I can’t (y/n)!”

. You whisper echoed around the metal room, you voice determined.

. “My mutation has something to do with healing, you can’t hurt me Alex, I know you can’t.”

“I-I…”

“Please trust me Alex.” 

. He hits the middle mannequin without a single injury. You jumped for joy whilst he let out a breath of relief.

. Ultimately you ran up to him, almost hugging him your hands shaking his shoulders with a bright smile on both of your faces.

. You not decided to show the small burn hole in sleeve of your jumper. 

. Eventually you had to show your mutation, when the time did come everyone was gathered in the garden like they were about to see something great.

. With Charles in front of you, the rest including Alex are stranded near the walls of the mansion, you stood ridged and slightly scared.

. “(Y/n) when I looked into your mind I felt so much pain but I also saw power. You mutation is brilliant. Nothing can harm you except yourself but you still feel paint.” Charles begun, “I believe that pain builds up inside you, it makes you tired and worn out because I believe all you power is building up to something.”

. Charles babbled on with his theory, a theory of stored power from you pain.

. You blanked and looked over to Alex who smiled at you.

. “I believe, no, I know that you can harness that pain, that power, that’s my hypothesis.” You looked back at Charles with wide eyes, “Realise that torment (y/n).”

. For hours you and Charles stood out there in the cold, frustrations running high. Everyone else had gone inside but Alex still stood near, sometimes reading most of the time watching you.

. “It’s not going to work. Your hypothesis is wrong Charles.”

. You went back inside, Alex a little behind, your feet took you to the living room where Raven and the rest sat.

. You sit close to Alex, who ever so slightly touched your hand, giving you some comfort.

. “I see that you failed (y/n).” Erik said with a smirk.

. At that moment you finally grabbed Alex’s hand, you face turned annoyed.

. “I see you couldn’t move the metal dish.” you said rather loudly.

. “Well at least I can use my mutation.” Erik barked back.

. You stood up quickly, angry and pissed, Alex’s hand still in yours.

. Your face twisted in to tears as Charles tried to stop Erik from speaking any more, an incredible force built up in your body like pressure shooting upwards every pain you ever known turned into a dull ache as a bright blue light, wispy like flouting dust, flowed out and around your body.

. It looked like dust particles in sunlight, soft and magical like, but the particles stopped mid-air as you anger boiled over.

. A strike of blue hit Erik hard, so hard that he tumbled backwards losing his breath.

. Alex grabbed you plush body in to a bone crushing hug, partly to stop you from storming over to Erik and inflicting more damaged and secondly to calm you down in his warmth.

. The magic like power absorbed back into your body. You felt sleepy and achy.

. “There it is. That torment. That power.” Erik bellowed as he touched his split lip, his grin big and menacing.

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[urelliee]

“sometimes i wish i could just make myself disappear.”

- sypnosis: what could happen if people were just joking around about your appearance? even though you shrugged it off, you couldn’t help but wonder if you weren’t enough for charles. so you decided to distance yourself from your own lover. and he couldn’t resist to look inside your head.

- characters: charles francis xavier! x fem!reader

- genre: angst and fluff!

- warnings: jealousy, anxiety, insecurities, body dysmorphia, and no mentions of Y/N. (charles has his own nickname for reader!)

- contents: 877 words, 4,665 characters.

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Third Person’s Point of View:

you’re at a party where you and the rest of the x-men’s are celebrating their first successful journey to the space. you’ve stumbled upon to a group of teenagers who were your pupil from your history class, they were talking about something. and it intrigued you because you heard your name. curiously, you leaned closer by a tree, and started listening.

“have you guys noticed something about our history teacher? her body is starting to get thicker as they go on a mission, what do you guys think she is doing there?” a girl asked, with a mocking tone.

“probably not doing anything necessary for their missions, and only eating. she’s very annoying lately!” a girl replied, with the same tone. and it meant that they reciprocated one’s feelings. everyone on that friend group started laughing. your eyes started swelling and a tear was building up, like an onion was being cut by someone.

you walked it off and went to a restroom. you took your top off and kept looking at your body, at your face, and your thighs. they were right, you were getting thicker. and it’s starting to bothering you the more you stare. finally, you put your top on again and went out from the restroom.

as you walk and walk, you saw moira and charles talking. charles leaning in to whisper something to moira, and moira being really shy. jealousy rushed over to you like a train hitting someone.

you heard someone calling out to you and erik was further away from charles. and charles looked at you, you could feel it. quickly, you walked over to erik and hugged him tightly.

“i saw you at the tree, looking at some teenagers. what were they saying?” erik said with a serious tone. he wasn’t asking, he was demanding for an answer. erik also held your face with his two bare hands, owning both sides. and he saw your teary eyes, and quivering lips. he knew that it must’ve been something really serious because he has never seen you this vulnerable in your 12 year friendship.

“i-it’s nothing really! just had some allergy reaction to those pollen! you know how i’m vulnerable to those.” you said as you blocked your head from being able to be seen by any telepathic people. you knew that charles would look inside because of the fact that you walked pass him without even stealing glances or a smile. like he was nothing.

“come on, you know that i am not believing any of that shit. just tell me and i won’t hurt a soul. i promise you that.” erik started to caress your cheeks and you hugged him by the waist and put your head on his chest.

“am i becoming fat?” you asked and erik pulled away from the hug and held you by your shoulder blades, he looked at you with that concerned look. the ones who always makes you melt whenever you started feeling vulnerable.

“no, you are not. you’re fine just the way you are.” erik said with a tone that hints sympathy, and it’s killing you. you felt like a burden.

Charles’s Point of View:

i feel enraged, by seeing them like that. it was supposed to be me. the one who she hugs very tightly, and the one who she cries to. so i had no choice but to look inside her head. and i couldn’t reach in, i knew that she would block it in that case. so i instead looked at erik’s head, looking at his point of view.

“i feel like a burden erik! i mean come on, charles is being very intimate with moira! i’m his girlfriend. shouldn’t i be the one who is that close to him? god, i just feel so fucking sick. why am i starting to feel…” my lover said, with so much pain in her voice. and god, it hurts me so much.

“insecure?” erik said, with his concerned voice. the ones that i wish were mine. “meine prinzessin, you’re a fallen angel that was heaven sent. you’re a blessing. no matter your weight, you’ll still be the same person that charles has fallen in love with. i’m his best friend, i trust him with you. we’ve been on bad terms yes, but if you love him. i can’t do anything to stop that. also, do you know how much he loves you? moira and him are working on something you can’t know right now. so be patient and wait!” erik said, and i smiled. knowing that he didn’t hate me that much.

i stood up and excused myself from moira, and went towards my girl’s direction. erik spotted me, and also excused himself. smiling to him because of the fact that he respected us. and i got to salute that for him.

“oh my, darling. why are you ignoring your love one?” i said with a hint of sadness, my eyes swelling. and holding my arms out to reach her cheeks, and caress her. as i wipe the tears out.

god, it fucking hurts.

“you’ll never be a burden, erik was right. you are a heaven sent. and i love you so god damn much. angel.”

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this was so rushed! anyways, enjoy luvs </3

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[kaeyankat]

What I'll write for

Oneshots, headcanons (All x reader, no ocs or canon x canon)

Some au's or themes I'm good with: Yandere, poly, love triangle, celebrity, monster au, etc. Themes I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER: Angst (Death of character or reader included), cheating, r^pe, abuse, certain Kinks (Non-con, bathroom kinks, extreme pain, etc)

In mature posts, all underage characters are AGED UP past 18.

Seven Deadly Sins

Meliodas, Ban, King, Gowther, Howser, Gilthunder, Griamore, Slader, Arthur, Helbram, Gloxinia, Zeldris, Estarossa, Monspeet

One Piece

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Ace, Akainu, Smoker, Coby, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Shanks, Benn Beckman, Marco, Kid, Killer, Law, Buggy, Crocodile, Cracker, Katakuri, Bartolomeo

Fairy Tail

Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, Loke, Laxus, Bickslow, Freed, Elfman, Lyon, Hibiki, Ren, Eve, Bacchus, Sting, Rogue, Orga, Rufus, Jellal, Midnight/Macbeth, Erik/Cobra, Zancrow, Mard Geer, Jackal, Zeref, Acnologia, Larcade

Vampire Knight

Kaname, Zero, Ichiru, Akatsuki,Hanabusa, Senri, Takuma

My Hero Academia

All Might, Aizawa, Present Mic, Vlad King, Aoyama, Iida, Ojiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Monoma, Mirio, Tamaki, Shinso, Enji, Keigo, Fat Gum, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Kurogiri, Mr. Compress, Overhaul

Hunter x Hunter

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, Pokkle, Silva, Chrollo, Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Uvogin, Wing

Potentially Others, Ask. But these are the main characters. I do not do Females.

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[yespolkadotkitty]

"We're snowed in and there is not a lot of space and heat" with your choice of Joel character? Maybe Heller? 🥰

Oooooooohhh

Words: 900 ~ Pairing: Erik Heller x female reader ~ Warnings: Brief mention of an attack and rescue

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“Now what do we do?”

Erik Heller turns from the window. You both woke up to this white-out, snow beyond the door that looks knee-deep. Today Heller was meant to be taking you home from this uninhabitable place, but that doesn’t look likely now.

“Now we wait,” he replies, in that annoyingly calm way of his.

“For days?”

“If necessary, ja.” He stalks away from the window and grabs some logs from the pile by the door. “I will stoke the fire.”

You glare at the line of his broad back as he piles the logs he felled yesterday on to the wilting flame in the fireplace.

This cabin is a waystation for soldiers-for-hire like Erik. A job he seems very good at, if the speed at which he rescued you from opportunist bandits is anything to go by. You’ll never forget the flinty look in his maple-brown eyes during the stand off. All parties made it out alive, incredibly, but one of the bandits is going to be walking funny for some time after Erik put a bullet in his calf.

“This should warm you up,” Erik says, still facing the flickering flames, the red and orange greedily licking at the fresh wood.

Your heart softens. It’s hardly his fault that it snowed so hard. You are in the mountains after all. “Thankyou,” you say. “Shall I make some tea?”

“Coffee, if you don’t mind,” he says in his low, pleasantly musical German accent. You learned German at school and the accent never struck you as particularly seductive until you met the tall, blond man currently turning over logs in the iron hearth.

“Sure.”

You busy yourself in the small kitchen area, making tea for you and coffee, black, for Erik. When you turn with the mugs in hand, he’s standing looking into the flames. His grey knit sweater looks impossibly soft. You want to reach out and put your palm over his heart, feel the organ beat under layers of wool and skin and muscle, but you don’t. Because you barely know him.

“Here.”

“Thankyou.” He inclines his head slightly, like a 1940s gentleman. That look would suit him. Grey waistcoat, tweed jacket, smart shoes.

You shake the image off. “I don’t suppose there are any boardgames here?”

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Hours later, you’ve played four games of Monopoly. Erik has a very dry sense of humour and a quick wit. Unfortunately, wit alone can’t keep you warm. The fire is burning steadily, but the cabin is a large space and the snow outside is making the building cold, even if you continue to chain-drink tea until you feel like your organs are floating around inside you.

You must shiver noticeably, because Erik mutters your name.

You look up. “Hmm?”

“You should have told me you were still cold.”

“I’m fine.”

He grabs your hand. You know your fingers are like ice, and he swears lowly. “You are not fine. You will catch your death.”

You huff. “Sounds like something my mum would say.”

“Then she is a sensible woman,” he mutters.

“For God’s sake if you ever meet her don’t tell her that. She’ll be immediately casting you as her son in law.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth you regret them. “Sorry,” you blurt out. “It was a joke. You’re probably already married. Or with someone.” You look away. Your face is burning.

Erik squeezes your hand gently. “I’m not married. Or with anyone. There was a woman, a long time ago, but.. She died.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” On instinct you wrap yourself around him for a tight hug. His heart beats steadily under your ear. “Me and my big fat mouth.”

He chuckles and the sound is lovely and deep from your position on his chest. “Doesn’t matter. Come on. Let’s get you warm.”

You open your mouth to say yes, it does matter, but then you gasp when he lifts you up into his arms. You panic for a second, clutch at his arms and boy, he’s jacked under that sweater. “What are you doing?”

“Bed is the warmest place here. Thick sheets, and my old CO taught me a trick about heating up beds.”

When you snort, he huffs. “Not like that. You’ll see.”

He sets you down on the bed with a gentleness surprising from someone his size.

When he returns five minutes later, he’s holding something wrapped in a bundle of cloth. He peels a little back to show you a brick.

“Put the brick in the fire, wrap it up, slide it at the foot of the bed under the sheets. A hot water bottle.”

You wiggle your feet down until your toes just brush the hot bundle. It’s divine. “Oh,” you moan.

A muscle in Erik’s jaw twitches. He turns to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To guard the door,” he grates out.

“From who? The snowdrift is three feet deep! And the guys who grabbed me were opportunistic. Would they really see wading through three feet of snow an opportunity?”

He nods slightly. “Fine. But I can’t stay here with you. It’s not safe. For you.”

You furrow your brows. “You won’t hurt me.”

“No. Not that.” His gaze flicks down your body, lust darkening his beautiful eyes, and you think: oh. Everything inside you heats.

Then you hold out your hand and say, “Stay anyway. I want you.”

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[lag1995-fics]

Hi!! May I request a dadneto fic of them calling each other dad and son for the first time? 🥰

Of course my love I’m a total sucker for dadneto. ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy

Dad.

Summary: Peter didn’t need a dad and he was sure Erik didn’t want a loser like him for a son. His father had already had the perfect family and had them snatched from him. Peter like he usually is was wrong.

Warnings: Peter has low self worth and anxiety. There’s a bit of angst but nothing heart wrenching. I don’t even think I cursed this time but I might have.

Pairing: there isn’t one just some good old fashioned father, son bonding. Maybe Cherik if you squint and turn your head to the left.

Words: 1408

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Peter had been avoiding Erik like the plague since the older mutant had moved into the school to help with construction. Peter may be twenty seven but telling someone they missed out on twenty seven years of their child’s life wasn’t an easy thing to do. Peter knew if he couldn’t tell the man at the end of the world then it probably wasn’t going to happen.

His issue was he had already opened his fat mouth to Raven who kept trying to trap them in a room alone together. She had even gotten Charles in on it. Sure Erik had a right to know he had another child but it shouldn’t be Peter's responsibility to inform the man he had a child much less adult twins. His mother had really dropped the ball on that one.

Peter was content to just continue living his life as if everything was the same as always. He didn’t need a dad, he was a grown ass man at this point. He was afraid the information would only make Erik even more depressed. He had seen a picture of Nina in his snooping and he had determined that the tiny girl was everything he wasn’t.

She was beautiful with a tiny freckled nose and big blue eyes. She couldn’t be a loser like her big brother who up until a couple of months ago had still been living in his mother’s basement. Why would Erik want someone like him in his life much less as a son.

“Peter you’re spiraling” The professor's voice echoed through his head and Peter groaned frustrated. He pounded on his ear like he had water caught inside.

“Peter you should tell him I can be there with you if you’d like” The professor's meddling voice came again causing Peter to lose that round of Ms. Pac-Man.

“You see Professor, I would do that but I know he doesn’t want a loser basement dweller for a kid.” Peter shot back turning up his music even louder letting the voice of his generation sweep over him. David Bowie was a king and nobody could tell him otherwise.

“Peter, you aren’t a loser, you took on Apocalypse by yourself and lived to tell about it, rather loudly I might add. You also are starting a teaching position here in the fall. You are such a good kind hearted person don’t degrade yourself that way.” Charles scolded. This was an ongoing argument between the two men and it never seemed to change his mind.

“I mean, is a P.E. Teacher even a real teacher Professor?” Peter asked.

“Physical Education is a very important role in children’s lives”Charles retorted to the unconvinced twenty-something. Peter could feel the frustration bubbling up inside him. He jerked in surprise when his watch that was laying on the side table forgotten began to vibrate. He snatched it clasping it around his wrist taking deep even breaths just trying to calm down.

So he inherited more than just the x-gene from his father. He had a secondary mutation, that was just great. He would have to be even more cautious than he already was. He knew Raven would try to trigger this in front of Erik if she found out. Which she would with her brother being a freaking mind reader.

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“I need all staff members to my office for a staff meeting” Charles' voice echoed loudly in his head. He zipped to the office finding that Charles and Erik were already there. He should have taken his time and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“Peter, how are you? I haven’t seen you around much” Erik greeted the silver haired mutant politely.

“Oh you know I’ve just been around” Peter waved him off and he could feel the professor’s eyes burning into him like Scott’s lasers.

“Peter did you know that Erik will be staying on a our new foreign language professor?” Charles asked and Peter could once again feel the frustration start to bubble up.

“Really? I thought the government gave you an island or something?” Peter asked pointedly, ignoring the professor’s smug grin.

“Well I decided that I should stay, one thing apocalypse was right about was mutants needing to stick together” Erik explained and Peter was suddenly regretting taking this job.

“Isn’t it delightful Erik is fluent in so many languages German, Russian, French, Spanish, and even Polish. Peter isn’t your mother originally from the Ukraine?” Peter wanted to glare at the older man but couldn’t...not without giving himself away at least.

“No she’s originally from Poland she moved to the Ukraine after being liberated with my ciotka” Peter bit out unknowingly feeding Erik valuable information.

“You are Jewish?” Peter wanted to run, he supposed he had Jewish blood he had known his father was Jewish.

“Romani” Peter answered shortly, trying to hint that he didn’t want to talk about it. He also wasn’t technically lying to be Jewish your mother technically had to be Jewish.

“And your last name is Maximoff?” Peter could feel the anxiety build up in his throat cursing his seventeen year old self for dropping the fact that his mother quote “knew someone who could control metal”.

Erik began staring hard at the boy taking in his features. He began to see a resemblance to Magda, his ex wife. He tried to explain it away he was probably Marya’s child, but how likely was it that Marya would give birth to a child with a mutation. He knew that Django and her husband didn’t have any mutation that he knew about.

Erik’s calculating gaze only served to push Peter that much closer to an anxiety attack. He could feel his already swift heart rate pick up even faster with his emotions. He could feel the cool metal of the watch hum and he fought the anxiety. The last thing Peter needed was to give Erik another clue. Controlling metal would be like a neon sign yelling I’m your son.

“Your mother was her name Marya or Magda?” Erik asked, still studying the nervous man. With his mother’s name all the metal in the professor’s office began to hum and vibrate. Peter began internally cussing as Erik’s eyes went wide. He started to bolt out the door but was held in place by his watch and the zipper on his jacket.

“Peter” was all Erik could say and suddenly Peter began to wonder if the professor hadn’t called the staff meeting and only let him and Erik know. That was something he should have expected from Raven not the professor. It seemed being a meddling meddler ran in their family.

“Uh yeah?” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck trying to get the metal in the room to stop vibrating.

“Your mother, her name was Magda” Erik remarked, it was a statement not a question. He couldn’t help but wish the Wanda was here with him. She had always been the smarter twin.

“Ummm yeah” he confessed. Erik’s face looked like a cross between anguish and pure joy. Anguish that he had missed so much of his child’s life and joy that he had been reunited with said child. This was Anya’s baby brother and Nina’s elder brother. Erik knew that he would protect Peter with all of his might from now on. Erik would not waste another moment.

“My son” Erik’s voice was thick with emotion as he started down his adult child. Peter went to look at Charles for help but cursed when he saw that the wheelchair bound man had excused himself without Peter or Erik noticing.

Erik staggered forward wrapping his arms around the man and Peter melted. Peter may not have needed a father but that wasn’t to say he didn’t want one. He had always craved male companionship, he had always looked forward to visiting his aunt and uncle as a child. This was different though this man was his father, something his uncle Django tried to be for him but never really could. Erik’s hug was warm and safe and strong and he suddenly felt like he was fifteen years old again.

“Dad,” he muttered, finally squeezing the older man back fighting back tears. He had thought Erik would be angry, that he would think that Peter was trying to replace Nina. Erik wasn’t angry though, Erik was relieved he had his family. His family might not be whole but at least he had part of it.

“You have my mother’s eyes” Erik informed him, as he pulled back to further examine Peter’s face. Peter had always thought that his eyes were a dull brown, he had always wished they were bright like his mother and sister’s were. He supposed this was better, if he had his grandmother's eyes that meant that a part of her lived on.

Peter knew that he needed to inform Erik of Wanda, but that could wait a few more moments. For now all Peter wanted to do was soak in his father’s acceptance and love at least for a moment

Thank you please feel free to request.

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[jotunn-loki]

my king

FANDOM: marvel, mcu, black panther PAIRING: erik killmonger x female!reader RATING: explicit, NS//FW!!! WARNINGS/KINKS:  throne sex, praise kink, daddy kink, bj, power dynamics, blackmail? ish? a little at the end that’s implied ig

SUMMARY: An ally of the royal family, you were sent on a stealth mission to gather intel on the new Wakandan Empire with Nakia, but when she escapes without you, you are left behind and must...face the consequences.

NOTE: I just re-watched Black Panther last night and I couldn't stop thinking about erik stevens/killmonger, especially an au where he wins and holds power over well, everything??? so then i wrote this at 3am lmao. Reader is female and on the chubbier side:)

You are kneeled in front of your king, weight digging into the solid cold tile of the throne room’s floor, making you grimace in pain. It feels like you’ve been here for hours, even though it’s just a few minutes, and you know that it’s probably because of the way Killmonger’s hand is on the back of your neck, grip squeezing you gently, a wicked smirk on his face. “Looking pretty down there, princess.”

Of course, you are not a princess, but you appreciate the sentiment. And the pet name, which seems to be a favorite of his. You know only too well how Shuri would most likely destroy you on the spot right now for “stealing” her title—or at least get Okoye to do it for her—but right now, that doesn’t matter. Shuri’s fond annoyance can wait...or what would be fond annoyance if you were in anything but this situation. Fond annoyance would be reserved for you butting in to respond to someone addressing her, maybe teasing her in front of the Avengers. That’s what fond annoyance would be for.

Not for anything like this.

Because right now, you’re not sure that if Shuri, much less anyone else in the royal family, knew where you were, she would ever talk to you again. They ordered you on a stealth mission with Nakia to infiltrate Erik Killmonger’s tightly-secured nucleus of the Wakandan Empire, and yet, here you are on your knees before him, staring up at him as he imposes over you with heavily lidded eyes that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

It’s not that your mission has...failed, per se. You managed to get Nakia to the vaults she needed to access in order to re-transmit the old intel from before Wakanda’s takeover, and she slipped by you with practiced ease, giving you a terse yet respectful nod of her head and slight smile. You had both been extremely stressed; you couldn’t blame her.

And now she has escaped. You hope. You were not so lucky, instead dragged to the throne room and unceremoniously dumped before Erik Killmonger like a discarded whore. Maybe that had been the point.

The chamber is empty now, and every harsh pant of your breath can be heard echoing across the tiles. It’s beautiful, and ironic, and you wish that in another life, you could be here under pleasanter circumstances.

“Know why I brought you here? ‘Stead of killing you on the spot?” Killmonger suddenly asks, and his grip on the back of your neck tightens. You groan in pain, but also because this is somehow extremely arousing, and for a third reason, too: you are ashamed of your own bodily reaction.

Gasping out a breath, you say, “No. Why did you, my king?” Another sharp intake of breath as Killmonger draws you in, free hand drifting to your ass and pinching it. You wince, shame flooding through you along with arousal, and you let out a small whine.

Killmonger’s smirk widens. His actions have told you answer enough.

You are practically on his lap now—well,  just your head is, for your knees are still pressed stubbornly into the tile. And this lap… His legs are spread wide, even wider than usual to accommodate your head being pulled between them, chin tilted up to stare at him defiantly.

As if he can sense your thoughts, he shifts his hips, slouching lower in the throne so that his crotch is almost pressed in your face. “Huh, princess? This what you want? My fat cock in your mouth?”

You moan, practically salivating at his words, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “M-My king—”

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you mumble.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear.”

“Fuck me, daddy!” you nearly scream, this time unable to stay quiet, as he has quietly slipped his fingers beneath the band of your underwear and is now ghosting over your clit in a tease. Fuck, you want him so badly, despite the ruin he’s brough to Wakanda and the whole world. It only makes you feel more ashamed, and that alone sends another burning spike through you.

With your admission, Killmonger grins. “That’s right, babygirl. Beg for your king.” You moan as his fingers begin to stretch you open, large and thick, preparing the way for his cock, for right now, you are nothing but a vessel for him to empty himself into, a fucktoy, a lost spy whose last chance at survival is to cum on the cock of the most powerful man in the world.

“Use me however you want me,” you beg, nearly a whisper.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Aight then, if you say.” His reluctance is not nearly as convincing as he would have it seem, however, for the statement is followed by him pushing your head back to the ground so forcefully that it hurts, and then pulling his fingers out of you with a slick sliding sound, arms coming to rest on either armrest of the throne he sits in.

He looks down at you and spreads his legs just a little further. “How ‘bout if you can get me close to cumming, I’ll fuck you, how’s that, princess?”

Quicky, you nod. You’ll do whatever it takes to please him, even if that means taking him in a whole nother way.

His lips twist to the side as if to say, well get to it, then, and you do, hands flying to undo his pants and push away the sides of the long robe he’s wearing. Soon, his cock finally springs free, and you grasp in eagerly, giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth, tongue dancing along it skillfully.

It’s not long before Killmonger takes control, though, and it becomes less of you giving him a blowjob and more of him fucking your face, dick pumping against the back of your throat furiously and without mercy. He is always without mercy. You choke on his length and size, but that only empowers him further, and he grins as he takes your hand and presses it down onto himself, making you bob along at his pace.

That’s new, and you feel like you can’t breathe, but that only serves to make you even wetter, so you let him continue to fuck your mouth, and when a thick pulse courses through his cock, you can tell he’s close, so you tear your head away before he can cum.

“Fuck,” Killmonger curses, breathing heavily. The part in his robes reveals his chest, heaving with his near-orgasm, and cautiously, you run your hand across it, feeling each of the burn scars against the skin of your palm. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt, but it only intrigues you.

Finally, with wide, pleading eyes that you can only hope look bratty, you meet his gaze again. “Will you fuck me now, my king?”

“I did promise you, princess,” he admits, dabbing at his own precum and prodding your lips with his wet finger. You open your mouth to lip, cleaning his fingers with a skillful tongue. “But you better take those clothes off.”

Though feeling a little self-conscious, you do, unwrapping the basotho blanket from your neck and the tighter layers underneath. Finally, you slip off your undergarments, leaving you bare in front of him.

Erik Killmonger’s eyes travel slowly when he’s assessing a situation, and this time, it’s no different, his gaze appreciative as it lingers on the curves of your hanging breasts and the swell of your hips and ass. “Come over here, babygirl,” he says to you, nearly a whisper, and you do, about to kneel in front of him when he stops you with a soft kiss to your lips and a hand clenching a cheek of your thick ass. “None ‘a that, now. I didn’t kill you for a reason, right?”

“I, uh—” You break off in confusion, unsure of where he’s headed. Didn’t he just want someone to fuck the shit out of? And you were there, so willing, so eager?

He smirks as he realizes that you have no idea what he’s talking about. “We’ll worry about that later, princess. Right now, I’mma fuck you senseless.”

Your pussy clenches at his words, and he grins at that, grabbing you and pressing you onto his lap so that your legs are folded on either side of him. The throne is large enough that it’s still comfortable, even with his legs spread out as wide as they are.

Slowly, you begin to ride him, moving faster when your body becomes more impatient. Erik hisses, hands settling on either side of your hips and using the padding of flesh there to aide you in bouncing on top of him with ease. “That’s right, princess. You’re doing so good. Fuck yes.”

It’s heaven, right here, and it sends a rush of thrill through you to know that this man fucking your pussy is one who’s killed hundreds of people, who largely rules the entire world with a fist made of vibranium. Not literally—though you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to replace one of his own fleshy limbs with a metal one.

“Oh, my king, I’m so close,” you moan then, feeling your body’s tide reach near its peak. “Please, daddy—”

“Cum on my dick, princess,” he hisses in your ear, allowing you to ride him through your orgasm as obscene sounds emit from your mouth and your hands grip his shoulders, serrated and roughened as they are.

When it’s over, you collapse onto him and the throne, curling onto your side, plushy skin such a contrast to his muscled frame. You almost could fall asleep, if there wasn’t that one pinprick of fear, and of course, the omnipresent hatred festering for him in your heart.

“What were you talking about for a moment?” you finally ask him, eyes closed and head resting on his shoulders. He is absentmindedly running a hand across the bare expanse of your body, tracing lazy circles across the curve of your stomach and down to squeeze your thighs in appreciation.

“You wanna stay?” he asks. It’s an almost answer, and you frown. “Why should I do that? You’ve destroyed everything that’s important to me.”

“Then let me be that new important thing,” he says in reply. “Rule with me. Be my queen.”

“For the sex?”

He shrugs, and the movement is massive. “For everything. Whatever my babygirl wants.”

You suck in a breath. It’s tempting, for sure. But it’s also a betrayal to everything you’ve worked so hard for. “I can’t,” you admit.

“Then I gotta kill you,” he whispers. “And that’d be a shame, yeah?”

You swallow. Look at him. Swallow again.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: well, lmk what you think!! (imma just be hiding under a blanket embarrassed that i wrote something this smutty). this fic is also posted by the same name on ao3, but i’m not linking it because then tumblr will hide this post lol.

TAGS: let me know if you want me to make a taglist!

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[timextoxhajima]

Not For Sale: Week 4

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Genres: Fluff | Slice of Life | Comedy | Angst | Teenage Romance | Thriller

Warnings: swearing, inappropriate jokes LOL

Word Count: 2.5k + 19 SM screenshots

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan @youreverydayzebra @fayqj​ [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

A/N: this chapter has quite a few screenshot images so try not to click on them to view as there are still blocks of texts in between!

OC is memorising her notes to: Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No. 1

The morning dew hangs in the air like a reluctant stench - you know, the kind where it smells like a mixture of plants and coffee and vehicle exhaust. A stifled yawn still manages to creak through your lips as you hop onto the bus, taking a seat in the row before the back 5-seater. By dumping yourself in it with the home-made tea in your hand, you resign to the week’s regiment once more. 

The bus turns around the corner, giving you the perfect opportunity of watching students run across the road like traffic wasn’t a thing and a car couldn’t run over them at any given time. It stops at one of the dorm bus stops, and the doors hiss open.

The vehicle subtly jerks as more students hop onboard, and your attention is cemented so solidly to the outside world that it takes more than a few calls to get your attention - a tap on your shoulder.

Pulling one side of your earpiece out, you silently greet Heeseung, who was with two other boys, one around his height and the other slightly shorter. They shift backwards and sit directly behind you, Heeseung conveniently taking a seat next to you.

Great, now I gotta-

“Do you guys take MH (music history) together?” The shorter boy rests his chin on the back rest of the bus seat and looks down at you. 

“Yeah, we do.”

“I’m gonna bet Heeseung’s already fallen asleep.”

You glance at the boy, then back at Heeseung, who tuts his lips and tries to smack his friend over the head. 

“Yeah, he has. Knocked out like a light in the first lecture,” The smile that stretches across your face is motivated by the snickers and smirks on his friends’.

“Anyway, I’m Jake,” He lifts an arm over the seat, awkwardly offering you his palm. “This guy’s Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon nods and provides you a little wave.

Politely taking Jake’s hand, you give it a bare shake. 

“How’s MH? We’re planning on taking it next semester, actually. But Heeseung over here doesn’t seem like the best person to ask about a curriculum.”

“He probably isn’t,” Playful, beady eyes search his for a moment. “MH is fun if you’re really interested, I suppose. But the first test will probably determine how strict the marking scheme is. We don’t know the format or the rubrics.”

“Oh...” The disappointment in his voice is heavy as he subtly reels backwards. “Damn, I don’t wanna mess up my freshman report card though,” Jake’s laughter ensues and it’s a combination of warmth and embarrassment. 

“It’ll be messed up this sem if you don’t buck up for PA,” Sunghoon leans back in his seat and pulls out his phone. The module abbreviation doesn’t ring a bell, and your eyes naturally dart back and forth between the three boys.

“Oh, Physio and Anatomy!” Jake informs enthusiastically. 

“Oh! That sounds pretty cool. Is it a main module for your course or...?”

“It’s a main module. We’re all Sports Science students so we have to take it.”

“What?” Your attention zooms back onto Heeseung. “You’re a Sports Science student?”

His brows furrow in natural disappointment, eyes dulling and lips pulling up into a sneer. “Why is that surprising? What do you think I studied, then?”

“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like the kind.”

“Sports Science has a ‘kind’ now, huh?”

“I was just saying it was unexpected,” Shrug it off. He rolls his eyes and you turn to Jake, who was chuckling from behind. “Is it fun? Physio and Anatomy?”

“No, it sucks, what the Hell,” Aggressively shaking his head, Jake flares his nostrils and looks away. Then he turns and violently ruffles Heeseung’s hair. “This man was supposed to help us since he took it in his freshman year but now that he’s a second year, he doesn’t give a shit.”

“What?” Heeseung jerks at your surprise, turning to you like you just said something unformidable. His fingers reach up into his hair in attempt to comb it down after Jake’s interception. 

“What?” Jake’s eyes flit between you and Heeseung. “You didn’t know Heeseung is a second year?”

“No!” The exclamation runs your throat dry. “I thought you were a freshman!”

“Aye, she just said I look younger than I really am-”

“Oh, stop-” Sunghoon finally butts in, reaching over and tousling Heeseung’s partially combed-down hair, receiving a slap on his hand. The younger giggles as he pulls back, but the whites on Heeseung’s eyes are glaring with annoyance. 

“Oh, dang. Well, I guess now you know,” Jake nods with some measurement of surprise as the bus approaches another stop. “Oh, this is us! And... it’s raining.”

“What? It’s raining? Shit,” Sunghoon leans over Jake and stares out the window, completely ignoring his personal space. “I freakin’ told you the weather forecast said it’ll rain.”

“The weather forecast isn’t even accurate half the time!” Jake pushes Sunghoon off the outer seat, and he scoots over to stand on the isle. The bus kind of screeches to a stop, nearly throwing Sunghoon off balance as he tries to stand before the vehicle actually comes to rest. 

“Anyways, it was nice to meet you...?” Raising a brow, both Jake and Sunghoon give you your attention but Heeseung’s soul has half dissipated into the depths of Monday Blues. 

“y/n!”

“It was nice to meet you, y/n!” Jake follows closely behind Sunghoon, who’s already waved. “Don’t forget about dinner later, Heeseung!”

“We’re getting ramen!” Heeseung yells ignorantly down the isle, earning looks of discontent from other passengers - but he doesn’t care. 

“OOOH YAY!” Jake screams back, already at the bottom of the stairs. 

“NO, WE’RE NOT.”

The door hisses shut, and the bus overtakes where Sunghoon and Jake have walked to the road junction. Heeseung leans forward in his seat, enough for them to see him through the glass as they shelter their eyes from the rain and wave you off. 

When he leans back in his seat, your eyes gravitate towards the wet trails down the window, where the raindrops have gotten bigger and heavier. 

“Have you started studying for the test next week?” 

“Of course,” It takes some slight effort to peel your attention away from nature’s drawing on the glass. “Haven’t you? It’s 3 weeks of heavy content.”

“I only redid my notes for Ancient Music.”

A disgusted sneer tuts your lips. “Ancient Music is nothing compared to last week’s.”

“I’ll worry about last week’s content this week.”

“Then worry about this week’s 12 hours before the test?”

Heeseung’s grins a Cheshire smile, eyes beaming as if the test wasn’t a 20% chunk of his final grade. He offers a shrug, with one of those stupid arrogant-frat boy smiles. “What can I say? That’s how second-years roll.”

“You’re gonna regret it.”

“Well, I’m not gonna regret much because we have that deal, remember?”

Your pupils shrink into the corner where Heeseung is in your peripheral view, and he’s got that sneaky-slash-pursed smirk dancing on his lips like he’s got you in a checkmate - which he has. 

“Did you just proclaim me as your tutor without me proclaiming anything?”

“Yup!” He sucks in a breath and holds it as the bus stops and he stands. “You agreed last week. Anyway, we’re here. Let’s go.”

Tailing after him, you follow him down the bus, head tilting downwards to avoid the slightly-heavy rain. Pausing beneath the shelter of the bus stop, students have stopped and started taking out their umbrellas or jackets or simply dashing across the road into the building. 

The last car in sight moves off, and the students around you dip their heads to hide under their hands and jackets. Your right foot is just about to leave the curb, but a harsh grip abruptly stops you from moving forward, yanking on your left arm and pulling you back onto the curb. 

Looking at him with a frown, your lips part to berate him as the last student leaves the shelter. “What? Don’t you run in the rain?”

“'Course I do,” He mumbles, eyes not even bothering to look at you as he swings his bag around to the front. Through a barely-sized hole, he pulls out a varsity jacket. “I just can’t afford to have my tutor catching a cold a week before a 20% test so, no. You’re not allowed to run in the rain.”

Fluffing it open, you now see his last name and varsity number printed in red on black. The university’s logo was printed on the left breast, and right below the crest was the word ‘dance’.

Looking back up at him with widened eyes, he throws it over your head, pulling the collar a few inches over your forehead. 

“What- Hey!” Your sentence is cut short in the form of him sprinting off without warning, hands holding onto his bag straps tightly, attention on his feet as he makes it across the road and into the building. 

Dropping your head and making sure there were no incoming traffic, you step off the curb and speed-walk across the asphalt, holding the jacket above your head. 

“You never told me you were in the school team,” Pulling the jacket off your head, you fluff the droplets off. The beep that sounded from the lift panel turns the button red, and Heeseung turns on his heels to look at you.

“Why would I? It’s not an important detail.”

“It would explain why a bunch of people were trying to take pictures of you during the first lecture,” You hold out the jacket back to him. “You’re some kind of superstar and my dumbass doesn’t know.”

“Think whatever you want to think but it’s not that serious.” He chuckles, shaking his head and glancing at his jacket. 

The lift doors open with a ding and Heeseung doesn’t wait for you to respond. leaving his jacket with you before walking in. 

“Are you coming or nah? ‘Cause I’ll just-” And he jams his finger onto the close button, the doors beginning to slide shut. 

“Heeseung!”

“Dude, at least try.” Now seated next to you and within range, you nudge Heeseung’s arm. Startled, he immediately locks his phone like he were guilty of something, and he shoves it away into his pocket. Squinting at him and shaking your head, you turn back to your notes.

“It’s like you don’t have a test next week,” Highlight. “And I’m responsible for your final grade? Pfft. Y’know, having a tutor doesn’t mean whack unless the student bothers to keep up.”

When the silence in your ears sound more like the lecture hall’s wheezing air-conditioner, you turn and side-eye him. 

“Are you done?” He cocks a brow, smug. 

“No,” You turn back to your notes. “But I’m gonna stop because it’s not gonna change the fact that I’m your tutor.”

“Hey, it takes alot of faith to put so much trust in a tutor, okay?” Heeseung leans forward, resting his cheek into one of his fists. “So, when do we start?”

“Not today or tomorrow. I have a creative writing assignment due this Wednesday.”

��I almost forgot you have other modules.”

“I’m doing four this sem, so my life isn’t just about MH.”

“What’s your creative writing assignment about?”

“A letter to the universe.”

Heeseung pauses, and you glance at him for a split moment before resuming your focus on your notes. 

“That’s your assignment?”

“Yeah. Why?”

He subtly shrugs, lips pouting in thought. “Sounds pretty cool.”

“It is.”

Silence. 

“So... I guess I’ll see you Wednesday? After your creative writing class, I assume? I have Biomechanics in the early afternoon so maybe we could go get dinner then we can study in the night.”

“I can’t do night times. I usually get back home by 8 or 9.”

Heeseung falters again. “Right, I forgot you don’t stay on campus.”

The disappointment slurs through your lungs when you can hear his voice get lower; softer. Quick. Offer another solution.

“I’ll make an exception. For your dumbass.”

“Aw, really?” His voice is loaded with mischief.

“Shut up, you’re paying for dinner.”

“Only if I get to choose!”

Problem? Yeah sure, ‘problem’.

The jacket that Heeseung had lent you to shelter you from the rain earlier this week was now snug around his shoulders. He’s got his forehead plastered to the smartboard, smartpen in his fingers as he’s struggling to memorise the content from the last 3 weeks. 

Scratching your head, you’re subconsciously forcing yourself to look away - but you just can’t. Unfortunately for you, there was something alluring about the way he talks, the way he entertains you without even trying, the way he’s just there and you don’t think you’ve bothered so much about someone before. 

Then the guilt starts to chip away in your gut. This is unfair, you think. I can’t even tell if I actually like him and yet I’m feeling guilty to Jay? Why do I have to go through this torturous cycle of figuring out if I like someone... on my EXCHANGE SEMESTER?

Heeseung jolts his head off the smartboard, scribbling down whatever just popped into his head. 

Medieval: 6th to 14th century

“Medieval lasted from 6th to 15th.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I knew that. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

That was not cute, at all, but why did your heart want to burst?

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Leaning back in your seat, you stretch your arms and yawn, pushing yourself off and shaking out your legs in a bid to tear your attention away from him for a moment. It’s overwhelmingly disgusting, to know that the moment you turned away, all you wanted to do was to turn back. 

No. Self-Discipline.

“What time is it?” He talks to himself. “Oh, shit- It’s almost 12-”

“Yeah, your two braincells couldn’t get the first 2 chapters down by 10 and that’s why we’re still here, you idiot,” Your fingers press against your temple as you look out the glass doors of the vacant tutorial room. 

“Well, hey!” He exclaims, and in the reflection off the glass doors you can see that he’s written a bunch of things on the smartboard. Eagerly picking up his notes, he goes to match them. “I think I got everything up to Week 3!”

“No, you don’t. You didn’t even get the Medieval time period right.”

“I have Classicals left and I’ll be all good to go for next Monday!” He wheezes, clenching his fists and cheering himself on silently. “My brain’s done for the day, let’s go.”

“I think I’ll stay for abit more. I like this momentum,” You turn, having finally calmed your nerves. 

“What? No,” Heeseung looks up from shoving his notes into his bag. 

“What do you mean ‘no’? You go and I’ll stay - It wasn’t even a question.”

“But... you don’t even live on campus. Public buses at this time are irregular and- no, no,” Then he walks to your corner and starts packing your belongings for you. “I’ll send you back to where you stay.”

“What for?” A frown curtains your brows as you rush over, slapping his hands away from your things but he ignores you instead. “Leave my things alone, I’ll go home later on my own-” 

Then he shoves himself between you and the table, cutting your access to your belongings. Suddenly, it’s like his height is in your face, now that you’re not that far from him and neither of you were sitting. The flush starts the stubborn engines of your heart and you flare your nostrils in a bid to inhale deeper breaths. 

“I’ll send you home and that... wasn’t a question.”

Something in your cheek twitch, and you stare at him, in self-hatred, as he turns and packs your things for you. 

All of a sudden, you kind of wish you weren’t staying just 5 minutes away from school. That would mean more than 5 minutes with him. 

The traffic light at the junction turns into the green man and he strides off the curb first, feet light against the asphalt as he stares at the tips of his shoes. Once across the road, he turns, cautiously walking backwards to face you while remaining a safe distance. 

“How did your letter to the universe work out?”

You wrote about how unfair life was. How unfair it was for your father to drag you across the country - yes, that’s a grudge you’re never going to let go of. You wrote about having Jay take care of you and be such a great person to be around. You wrote about falling into that gray area where you couldn’t tell if you were in love. Maybe it was infatuation. You wrote about Heeseung’s eyes and how they look like Bambi’s. You wrote about Jay’s laughter echoing through the museum because he couldn’t contain his laughter over a joke he made himself. You wrote about how much you missed home.

You wrote about how much you’d cry and be torn apart when your time here is up.

“Boring.”

Heeseung laughs under his breath. “That’s what you say when you’re expecting an A, right?”

Yes. 

“No.”

“Liar,” He turns on his heels again, a keychain on his bag swinging about. Something in your gut sinks when he goes quiet, eyes wandering around the familiar yet alien environment. He’s probably seen these buildings in passing from a bus out of campus or when he goes to supper but he hasn’t deliberately walked along the streets. 

“I’m here,” Slowing down outside the security gates of the apartment building, you swing your bag to the front and pull out a keycard from the outer pocket of your bag. “Thanks for... sending me home.”

“And thank you for tutoring me. I don’t think I would’ve gotten to Medieval today if I didn’t study with you.”

“No, you didn’t get to Medieval-” You roll your eyes and sigh. 

“I’m gonna go, so... I’ll see you... tomorrow?”

“You want to study MH tomorrow? Again?”

“Why, don’t we have a test on Monday?”

“I need a break.”

“And I need my grades.”

You sneer at him, sucking on your upper row of teeth. “I’ll consider it. But word of advice, start on Classicals if you can’t do Week 3 well.”

“I’ve done Medieval-”

“No, you didn’t,” You turn on your heels and walk towards the gate. 

“Medieval lasted from 6th to 14th century!” He whispers loudly, the words coming out more like hisses. The gate beeps as it scans your card and you push yourself through the entrance. A chuckle runs your throat dry in the cool night, and you let the gate close behind you. 

The metal bars block some parts of his face, and you hesitate to shift. Just to see him one more time.

But he shifts, and his sparkling eyes finds you in between the metal bars. Even in the dark, you can see the glimmer in his eyes. 

“Bye, Heeseung.”

“Bye, y/n,” He pauses, then offers a tiny smile. “Goodnight.”

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[anime-kia]

Insecure (Plus-Sized)

A big thank you to everyone who submitted their insecurities on my last authors note, I appreciate it so much! For these two stories, I won't be adding smut, just some fluff I guess and Erik is gonna be a softie again, sort of. Enjoy!

No warnings.

Relationship: Erik x Plus-Sized Reader

"Either the weight gotta go or I go." Your boyfriend, Simon, bluntly demanded you. He was always the one to bring your weight into an argument. It wasn't like he had a six pack and a chiseled body, but he was normal, so to speak. 

Simon wasn't the only one who would lecture you based on your size. There were your friends and family members reminding you to eat healthier at every event or family function. It wasn't like you were unhealthy, your genetics played a huge role in this. Not to mention your office job didn't require you to move around a lot.

"I'm working on it, I swear." You pouted, bitting into a loaded hamburger. It was cheat day, you had every right to treat yourself once every two weeks after a long week of work. 

"Seriously? You're eating a greasy ass burger right now and you 'working on it'? Look at your stomach girl, one of my homeboys asked me if you was pregnant."

You set the burger down and stared at your belly that was covered in an oversized shirt. Not even two bites in and you suddenly felt full...

"Eat a salad, go to the gym or something. Shit." He huffed, walking into the other room. 

That night you stared at yourself in the mirror before getting into the shower. You stared at every roll, every stretch mark, every flab and every curve. You pulled and poked at the skin, watching it shake in response. 

In high school you were made fun of, especially in gym glass. Sure you weren't the only one who had a little more meat on your bones, but for whatever reason you stood out. Years of torment put you in a dark space where you believed that you looked disgusting. Throughout college, body shapers and girdles were the go to, they gave your body a more curvy look. 

The many compliments from men gave you back the confidence that was destroyed. You continued to wear the shapers, deceiving anyone glancing at your figure. Sure you built up false confidence and sure your rib cage and lungs felt bruised when you removed the garments in the night, but at least it scored you a handsome boyfriend.

The praises in the beginning were nice, and you felt so comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to invite him over while you wore just a tank top, and shorts to hangout. It wasn't obvious in the beginning, but Simon didn't like surprises, all he could think about was how well you hid your excess fat. But, he liked your personality, so he stayed. 

He hadn't said anything about your weight, nothing that you caught onto anyway, until this day. You sighed and decided that it was time to make a change.

"If you're interested, we do have personal trainers as well, but that's all up to you." The receptionist slid you your new membership card. "We're excited to have you as a member." 

"Thank you." You placed the card into your wallet and grabbed a brochure just to see what else this gym offered. A personal trainer, huh?

The last time you went to the gym was back in college where you'd have enough time to workout, memberships were included in the tuition.  

You walked through the halls, heading towards the locker room. Surprisingly, for a gym it didn't smell as sweaty and gross as you originally imaged. Rather, it had a metallic and rubbery scent because of the new equipment. 

You placed your gym bag onto the bench and opened it up, taking out your water bottle, and headphones. You began undressing out of your jacket and jeans, wearing a sports bra and the matching leggings. A few women walked into the change room and you immediately felt like covering up. They were all so well shaped: toned arms, flat stomachs and trim legs. One of them glanced your way and quickly turned back once she noticed you were looking and you did the same. 

You sighed and put your bag into a locker, grabbing a loosely fitted t-shirt before closing it. There's no time for moping. And with that, you went into the gym, ready to get a good workout. You didn't exactly have a regimen, but you knew the treadmill would be the best place to start.

Forty-five minutes had gone by a lot faster than you were expecting. You stepped off of the treadmill and looked around the room for another machine you could possibly test out, but that would have to be for your next visit. You wanted to come fully prepared next time.

You set your gym bag on the floor, "Simon, I'm home."

He appeared out of your shared bedroom in a fancy outfit, "Wassup?" 

"I just got back from the gym... Where are you going?"

"It's Von's birthday, we going to the club." He adjusted his sleeve.

"Am I not going?" You frowned.

"Nah, it's his bros only."

Something seemed off about this because Von was really cool with you, he always invited you so what was different?

"...Alright, have fun." You kissed his cheek. 

"Thanks, and I made dinner. Check the fridge." He shuffled passed you, and exited the apartment. 

You took a shower, and got dressed into your pyjamas. You went to the fridge and pulled out a lidded container. When you opened it, you were expecting a proper full course dinner, but that man really had the nerve to leave you a plain salad. The thought was nice, but once again, you're not unhealthy just chubby.

Either way, you still ate the salad while watching reruns of the Halloween series. The salad was decent, but not filling at all, you were still hungry, but you didn't eat anything else for the rest of the night. 

By time 2 o'clock rolled around, you were nodding off. Simon should've been back by now, he had work in the afternoon. You checked his social media, but he hadn't posted anything on there yet. So you went to his other friends Instagrams and Snapchats, but also, nothing.

Maybe he'll be here by three...

You tried your best to stay awake, but you passed out as soon as three o'clock hit. Simon arrived home at seven in the morning. You slept in on Sundays so he wasn't worried. He found you asleep on the couch with your phone resting on your cheek. He took it off, placing it on the table and shook his head in pity. 

You figured out the perfect workout regimen the following week and you fixed a schedule where you would go to the gym three days out of the seven: Mondays and Thursdays after work and Saturday in the afternoon. Sometimes you would take an extra class, whether it be Zumba or a fitness class.

You became a frequent at the gym and you definitely didn't go unnoticed by a tall, burly looking male with dreads. He loved to watch you workout. He enjoyed looking at how your eyes were always filled with determination and passion. He enjoyed your transition from being sloppy to knowing exactly what to do and perfectly. He loved the evolution of your regimen, from the treadmill to the dumbbells. Your body was a bonus; every roll, every stretch mark, every flab and every curve. 

He made sure to be doing some kind of exercise that faced you when you were doing squats, planks, sit ups or push ups. He could really admire your body that way. Some would call it creepy, but he didn't give a single shit. 

His favourite thing was to see you smile and discretely applaud yourself after you completed a workout. Though he knew you'd return as you usually did, he hated to see you leave, but loved to watch you go. 

Simon was going out a lot more and not bringing you. Especially to places that allowed you to be more expressive.

For example, his cousin was throwing a pool party and you recently bought the cutest yellow bikini. You were more than excited to wear it because the gym had given you more confidence in your shape, but Simon said it was a 'family-only event' so you stayed home and let him go alone.

Then there was another time when you were invited to a club and you picked out a dress that had a cut out in the stomach area. Before you could even zip up the dress, Simon demanded you wear something less revealing because "Nobody needs to see all of that."

He was really a damper in your self-esteem and you started to question him, "Are you embarrassed because of me?"

"No not because of you."

"Then what is it?"

"It's that fat, girl. You been going to the gym for how long, but you still got too much weight."

You stared at him with a glare, "I'm healthy though and I dropped a few pounds."

A hand ran over his face, "It don't look like it." He bit back.

You went silent and decided to not continue to argue. 

He was embarrassed... Anyone could see that.

A few days had passed since the argument, it was all you could think of at work. It bothered you so much that during your lunch break, you googled different doctors that could do liposuction near you. Your boss had noticed your lack of progression and positivity, which was unusual and he gave you the option to go home early and rest up. 

When you got into your apartment, a few things were off. On the ground, there were a pair of black stilettos that didn't belong to you and a red trench coat resting on your coat rack that also didn't belong to you. 

You balled your fists, nails digging into your palms as you walked towards the bedroom as silent as you could. As you got closer you could hear moaning and grunting, and it didn't sound like it was a film. To add to everything, the familiar squeaking of your bed made it all the more real. 

You pushed open the door and behold, the expected. Simon pleasuring another female in your bed, upon your covers that you worked hard for and paid for by yourself. 

"So this is why you been out late, huh?" Your voice startled them both and they scrambled away from each other. 

"Baby th-"

"Shut the fuck up! If you say that cliche line, I will cut your dick off right here right now!" You yelled, pointing at him. "I wish I could say I'm surprised, but I'm not. You're a judgmental prick, and a fucking hypocrite." As you got closer, you jabbed your acrylic nail into his chest making sure it left a mark. "Get the fuck out of my house. GET OUT!" 

The mystery girl had already taken her leave, you didn't see when.

"Let's talking about this, please." He begged.

"There's nothing to talk about Simon, either you get out of my home or I'm calling the police." 

"Come on, girl."

"Get the fuck out!" 

"I was all you got, nobody gone love your fat ass anyway."

That set you off. You slammed your fist into his cheek. At first you were surprised how strong that hit was, but you could thank the gym later. 

"Fuck you, I was doing great before you came in and made me feel like something was wrong with me. Maybe you're the problem. You probably picking fun at me because you dealing with your own insecurities. Little dick having ass bitch, get the fuck out!"

He held his cheek and stumbled out the apartment. 

You threw all of his stuff out and changed your lock. If he came back in time, he would be lucky enough to gather some of his belongings, if they weren't stolen already by anyone passing by. That Rolex was worth a lot, it would be a shame if someone got to it first.

This all happened on Monday. You decided not to go back to the gym, if you did, it felt like you gave Simon some kind of victory seeing as he was the one to recommend it in the first place. But after two weeks of being stubborn you finally got back into the groove of things. Sure you were crying or eating whatever the hell you wanted to every night, but the gym allowed you to blow off steam. 

The male who was watching you the past few weeks had asked about you while you were away, worried that you might've cancelled your membership or maybe moved away. But when he saw you walk in wearing your sports bra and a pair of shorts, he felt relieved and had to talk to you this time. 

You usually had a happy kind of determination on your face as you worked out, but this look was filled with anger and rage. You even tried the punching bags, giving them solid hits. The male was surprised, impressed even. 

You radiated, not-giving-a-single-fuck and he enjoyed that. He could fully appreciate that your outfit gave him a better view of what you've been covering up. Your body was like a work of art to him and he wanted to be the one to claim this masterpiece. 

You stayed at the gym a lot later, waiting for the evening crowd to clear out and eventually they did, so all that remained was you, him and two other people who were really focused on their workouts. 

You were running on the treadmill again, with fifteen minutes to go and he was on the pec deck staring at your bum.

You could feel it, it was quite obvious being that you two were the only ones occupying this side of the gym, and it was more obvious without your headphones.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." You rolled your eyes, still not facing him.

"That's a great idea." And seconds after his husky voice responded, you heard a snap.

You paused the machine wide eyed, I know he did not... You got off and looked at him, the left side of his mouth tugged upward in a suggestive smirk.

"Delete it." You command.

"You told me to take a picture though."

You sighed irritably. "Look, I'm not in the mood right now." 

"I'm only playing." He showed you his camera roll and no picture of your bum was there. Rather he had a collection of photos that showed off his body, African artwork and some videos that might've had to do with a party. 

You begin to walk away but he stopped you. "What?" You asked sharply.

"Damn girl, I just wanted to say what's up."

"The sky. Goodbye."

"Whoa chill, shorty. You mad and shit."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not interested."

He cackled, "I wasn't asking, dang. But anyway, you good?"

"Yeah I'm 'good'." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Well usually when you come in here, you look happy. And I didn't see you the past week, so I thought something was up." 

"Are you stalking me?"

"Nah, I just notice beautiful things."

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, "Wh-what?" 

He gave you another smirk, "I'm Erik by the way." 

"And I'm still not interested." You began walking away.

"Not even in a personal trainer?" But that stopped you. "I could give you a few pointers or whatever, I'm not certified, but I got the technique. It's some things you can work on."

"What things?" 

"I saw you at the punching bag tryna blow off steam, but you was doing it all wrong. Your knuckles hurt don't they?"

How did he know? You thought it was suppose to hurt, just like any workout you get into for the first time.

"I can help you out, no bullshit. I won't try anything." He stood up from the machine and you could admire his towering form. His was muscular and thick, it made you feel inclined to trust that he knew what he was doing. After a minute of thinking you gave in a gave him your number. 

He walked you to your car as it was late at night and anything could happen to you. 

"So I'll call you tonight?" He flirted and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. 

He opened the door for you. "Very funny. But I'll see you on Saturday." You got in and buckled up as he locked the door. 

"Bet." He smiled as you drove off and went to his own car.

It didn't take long for Erik and you to become close. You became the power-couple at the gym. He had a way with words and he made you happy. Of course there were arguments, and you had mentally prepared for him insulting your figure, but it never came.

Erik would always question why you ate salads instead of a proper meal and you said it was to lose weight. He scoffed at that. On your cheat days, he joined you. For a man who has such a nice physique, he ate like a horse. None of that healthy shit either. He ate loaded hamburgers, pizza with extra toppings, oily chips, and a bunch of other junky unhealthy foods. He actually encouraged you to eat whatever you wanted to, in moderation of course. 

You did cook normal meals too because obviously too much junk would clog your arteries, killing one of you eventually, but it was nice to have someone who didn't care about what you ate occasionally.

"Should I wear the green dress or the purple one?" You asked Erik, who was lying in bed on his phone. 

He looked up at the two dresses in your hands, "Neither."

"What you mean neither?" 

"I don't like them." His attention went back to his phone.

You rolled your eyes, "Why not?"

He got out of the bed and pulled you to the bathroom making you face the mirror. "Give me one." He held his palm out and you placed the green dress in his hand. "Look." He held the dress against your body, "You look like a damn kid in this one." 

It was true, it reminded you of your eighth grade graduation dress. Unflattering would be the best way you would describe it, there was nothing special about it.

"Gimmie the other one." He repeated his actions. "The only good thing about this one is the v-neck thing you got going on."

Simple and boring. It was a straight cut dress, with a pinch of scandal as it allowed a peak of cleavage to show. 

"So then what am I suppose to wear?"

"That two piece you got hidden in your closet."

You stared at him as if he were crazy, "Absolutely not."

"I ain't never seen you wear it, show me something new, baby girl." He planted a kiss on your neck.

You remember picking it up at the mall. Gorgeous and sexy, an outfit that screams confidence. The bottom was a long black slim flitting skirt and the top was a cheetah print cropped spaghetti strap. You were more than excited to show off your new outfit to Simon, but when he said it wasn't made for you, you decided to hide it in your closet and never wear it again. So how the hell did Erik find it?

"You do not want to see me in that."

"Yes I do." His hands snaked around you, pulling you close.

"No you don't, my belly is gonna be all out."

"So what?"

"So... People won't like it."

He broke into a laughter, "W-wait a minute, wait a minute. You give a shit what people think?" He continued to laugh which made you frown.

You attempted to push him away, but he held you tighter. 

After his fit of laughter he asked, "Oh shit, you serious?" And you simply nodded.

"Look at me, all these rolls, fat and stretch marks. Who wants to see all that?" 

"Me, baby. I want it all." He slid his warm hands under your shirt and rested them against your stomach. 

"Boy, stop lying."

"Who said I'm lying?" 

"Everyone I've known has always judged me. Always saying I'm too big or I need to workout and I need to eat healthier... I tried to ignore what they had to say, but if I'm constantly reminded of what I look like, of course I'm gonna feel some type of way."

He stared at you through the mirror as you vented to him.

"My ex... He was the worst. Always demanding me to lose some weight. He even made me chose between him or my weight. I really thought he cared about me, but he used me for sex. That asshole didn't even go out with me in public." 

"Damn..."

"I know. He even said sex was no fun with me, he said my big ass was too heavy to carry."

You watched a signature smirk grow on Erik's face again, "Really?"

"Ye- Erik! What are you doing!?" You were easily lifted off of the ground into Erik's arms. You can't recall the last time someone had lifted you and Erik did it with such ease. 

"He was just a weak ass bitch." 

"Put me down!" You begged.

"Aight." His gold canines shined at you. 

Your back hit the bed gently and Erik climbed over top of you. 

"What the hell?" You asked him. 

"So, we ain't never had sex cuz you afraid I was gonna judge you?" He stared intensely into your eyes, causing you to look away. "Girl, I don't care what you look like. Only bitches worry about that shit."

You didn't know what to say, you were surprised actually. 

He planted a kiss against your stomach then trailed up to your neck, whispering into your ear, "I'm tryna make you thicker." His lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

To say your first time with Erik was amazing would be an understatement, he could really do some things that Simon couldn't. 

Erik loved you for you and not for your body. Thanks to him, no one could tell you anything because you knew that you were beautiful no matter your shape or size. 

I hope you guys enjoyed! 

But I'm just say something real quick: I've been noticing a trend in the Killmonger x Reader stories. Majority of them say plus-sized reader in the insert (and I'm not bothered by that or anything) but when you get to reading the story, there are no inserts about the reader's shape. Maybe the very end might say, "Erik kissed your thick thighs." But that's about it. What's the point of adding that if you're not going to mention it any other time??? The purpose of putting that description is so the reader knows what the story will be about... There are a lot of other things I notice too, but it's none of my business ☕️ I don't like to spill tea if it's unnecessary. 

I try to avoid adding the readers size or what not, but if I do make a mention to it, I usually say it from Erik's POV. For example, Erik is a big guy. So you would be smaller than him no doubt, unless you are similar in size to him. But generally speaking, he would be bigger. So if I say "your small hand" that's how Erik would see it. Get what I mean?

Anyways, thanks for reading! 

(Start/Finish: October 19, 2018)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

[valeriethepussycats]

He Saw Her Light

Mini Series

Magneto x child reader, Teen Jonathan Storm x child reader

A/n- the year is 1998 so your 12 year old.

Summary- After findings out that the Thieves Guild is in New York. You hatch a plan to bring them down, with help from unexpected friends.

“It’s been a two years since You had to leave Gambit and New Orleans because of The Thieves Guild. You hasn’t heard from him and you know why. You father tried to keep it from you but you found out. There was a Thieves Guild in New York. That’s why he’s not in New York….why he couldn’t stay. He wants to protect you from them. You was currently in your room looking at some files on Odessa Drake the leader of the New York branch. You has been tracking Odessa for weeks ever since you found the files on her in Coulson’s desk.

You had been gathering Intel on there whereabouts and was going to stop them. You glanced over at your desk to see a picture of you and Gambit and a small smile forms on your face but your moment was short lived when a sudden knock comes from the your door. You knew exactly who it was.

Emily Preston. Your babysitter, she was a newly agent of Shield and your dad wanted to know if she was cut out for it. So Emily was sent to watch over you for five days, most of all the new Shield agents did. (so this was normal to you.) You liked Emily, you and her always did fun stuff together. So that’s what you were thinking Emily do.

Quickly, you puts the files under your pillow and pick up Game Boy and pretend to play it.

“Come in.” You said.

Emily walks inside the room. “Y/n, you’re going to be meeting someone important today.”

“That’s great.” You said with false cheerfulness. “Has my father decided when he’s going to let me start my training.”

Emily smile. “All in do time.”

You give Emily a small smile. “Ok...I’ll be ready.”

“Ok.” Emily said as she walks out the room, closing the door until it’s cracked.

“I’ll finally be able to stop them.” You said with a firm persistence.

Emily smiles to herself as she walks away.

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Upstate New York

After disband of the brotherhood Erik Lensherr Who also goes by the name Magneto. Moved from country to county until people forgot he was Magneto. When he finally made it state side he adapted to a normal life. (Well as normal a mutant can get). He got a job working in a factory. Erik didn’t understand why he had a job. If he ever needed money he could simply rob a bank. So, When the day came were Erik was tired of taking the verbal abuse from his boss he was going to quit and destroy the factory. But a woman around his age had stopped him dead in his tracks and asked for directions and when Erik looked into her eyes he knew he was a goner. He had found a reason to stay at work. Magda Maximoff that was her name, she made Erik see that there was some good in humanity and he was finally happy. But soon his happiness would run out.

Erik walks into his house covered in grease and see Magda sitting in a rocking chair knitting a blanket. He smiles mischievously as he walks up to her.

“Oh don’t you dare!”

Erik gives his wife a big fat kiss despite the fact that he is covered in factory grease.

“Now I’m going to have to bath.”

Erik place a hand on her on large stomach. “How was she today?”

“Very active.“ Magda said with a smile. “Have you thought of any names.”

“Umm....I like the name Wanda.” Erik remarked.

“Wanda....what a lovely name.” Magda declared with a smile.

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You and Emily are walking the street of Manhattan and You instantly thinking of your time with Gambit. Your first time coming to New Orleans he took you to his favorite Jumbo restaurant and You ate till your heart consent. Now days You don’t get to eat Jumbo and it makes you sad. Emily nudges You to get your attention. No 12 years old should have a worry face.

“Y/n.” Emily started. “I know you miss Gambit and the things you two did together but ...I was hoping we could do some of those things.”

“Thanks, Emily.” You said with a small smile. “Where are we going anyways?”

“We are going to see a scientist about your powers.”

Emily and You walks into a building and up to the elevator man. You’re look around the lobby until a boy walks over to you. He was about a two or three older then You and he had short hair Brunette, his eyes were blue with a hint of green, and he was very much taller then You.

“Are you new in the building?” The boy asked.

“No, I’m here to see some scientist.” You answered as you finally look at the boy.

“My sister’s boyfriends dad is a scientist.” The boy replied. “Who lives in this building.”

“Then I’m probably gonna go see him.” You said with a tight-lipped smile. “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Johnathan, but every one calls me Johnny.”

Emily looks over at You and see her talking to a boy and smile.

Maybe I’ll ask Nick about giving Y/n some more free time.

“Ma’am, the doctor will see you now.” The Elevator man said.

“Y/n, time to go.”

“Well I gotta go see you around, Johnny.” You said walking over to Emily.

“Later, Y/n.” Johnny replied.

Emily and You gets on the elevator and goes up to the 10th floor. You can help but to think of a different types of ways You could use your powers to stop The Thieves Guild to bring them down. The elevator opens and Emily walks out but You hesitates as You looks around the apartment and sees different Science equipment.

“Ah..Ms. Munroe.” A voice announced from behind a curtain. “I’m so glad you could make it.” The man pop up from behind curtain and gets a rag to wipe his hands off. “Nathaniel Richards.”

“Emily Preston.” Emily said shaking his hand.

“And you must be Y/n Munroe?” Richards said as he shakes Your hand.

“Yes..” You voiced.

“Your father called me about your powers.”

“So you’re going to be teaching me how to control my powers?” You said excited. “As soon I get control I’ll will be able to do anything.”

“No, my dear your father wants me to take away your powers.” Richards revealed.

“What....” You said.

The sky darken as lightening comes from Your eyes. “Why....why....would he do that.”

“Because you’re out of control....like how you are now.” Emily voiced. “No child should have the much power.”

“You knew...how could you......you know how important my powers are to me!” You yelled.

A force of wind shatters the windows, Emily and Richards duck down so they don’t get hit with any shards of glass or debris. When they finally thinking it’s safe Emily and Richards stand up and see You are nowhere to be found.

A/n- so I thought I’ll make an mini story about why Erik is so involved in the reader life in the up coming story Forever Mine.

#Magneto x child reader #Teen Jonathan Storm x child reader #Magneto x Reader

[kinktae]

bitchin’ || pt. 5 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 6k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: drunk sex, sober sex, fingering, handjob, sum tongue dick action, y/n has her first orgasm lol & JK getting a FAT ego about it

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART FIVE

“Man, I wish microwaveable popcorn was a thing when we were kids. Remember what a pain it was to make popcorn over the stove?”

You and Jungkook were sat up against the side of his bed, a bag of popcorn in between you.

“I once set an entire pot of kernels on fire when I was ten. The whole stovetop just whooshed into flames.”

You nodded at Jungkook’s words, “You know, that really doesn’t surprise me.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook laughed.

“I always figured you were a chaotic child,” You mused, taking a swig from the bottle of vodka, “my question is… why were you allowed to use the stovetop unsupervised at ten years old? Where were your parents?”

“Lawyer parents, remember? I did whatever the hell I wanted.”

You frowned, “Well, what happened? Did you burn the house down?”

Jungkook took this moment to grab the bottle from you, taking a sip of his own.

“Hmm? Oh no, the maid just put it out, and I went upstairs to play Atari or something.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

“You rich kids are annoying.”

Jungkook merely flashed you a smile, popping a kernel into his mouth as he chewed it languidly.

“Did you know that Francis Crick and James Watson didn’t actually discover the double helix shape of DNA?” You brought up suddenly, eyes wide.

“What?” Was all Jungkook could reply, too drunk to understand the sudden turn the conversation had taken.

“Yeah! They actually based their findings on a colleague's. Rosalind Franklin. Her images are what revealed DNA to be in the shape of a helix.”

Jungkook’s said nothing, his eyes quietly resting on you, clearly intoxicated.

You quirked up an eyebrow, “What?”

“Nothing you’re just… so lame.” He observed.

“Hey!”

“No, no, no. Lame but, like, in a cool way.”

“Was that meant to be a compliment? Because I’m still offended.” You deadpanned.

“Isn’t it interesting that even when drunk you’re still a nerd? Like does your brain ever shut off?” Jungkook continued, eyebrows furrowing as if your intelligence was indeed some unsolved mystery.

“Are you even listening to me, meathead? Rosalind Franklin discovered DNA’s shape yet those two dinguses got all the credit! How the hell is that fair?”

“Woahhhh… that’s kinda bunk.” Jungkook’s eyes went round.

“Totally bunk!” You emphasized, throwing your hands up in disbelief.

For a moment, silence fell over the two, soaking in the injustice of it all.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence.

“Tell me about the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Your eyes flickered over to him, equal parts confused and surprised at where he had chosen to take the conversation.

Then again… this was Jungkook you were talking about.

“Mine was the night after prom in my car outside my date’s house.”

You hardly paid Jungkook’s confession any mind, too in your head to even absorb any additional information.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with Erik…” You explained vaguely, still trying to sort through all your sexual encounters with your ex.

“Okay, then what was the best sex you guys ever had?”

Tilting your head to the side, you furrowed your eyebrows.

It wasn’t like sex with Erik was terrible. You loved him and loved that you got to be intimate with him in that way. But as far as which time was the best… well, you supposed they were all pretty much the same.

“Maybe the night of my 18th birthday? It was the closest I ever came to–” You cut yourself off, your words falling from you before you could think about what it was you were about to reveal to Jungkook.

Jungkook's head cocked to the side, causing his hair to shift.

"Closest you came to what?"

“To, uh… an orgasm?” You admitted, a shy smile on your face.

“You’ve never orgasmed during sex?!”

Your hands flew out to cover Jungkook's gaping mouth, giggles filling the room.

“I mean… no, not really.”

“Not really?!” He let out a breath of disbelief.

"It's not like either of us knew what we were doing. We were each other's first time." You shrugged.

This answer didn't see to satiate him, however, as he shook his head, “Y/N, you really are missing out. You should make sure your next partners are better.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve just got a pool of people interested in me to pick from.”

The messy-haired boy scrunched up his nose, flashing you a look as if he was questioning your IQ.

“Of course, you do! Listen. Believe me when I say some guys dig that whole subtle yet sexy nerd thing you got going on.”

“Uh, thanks. I think?” You replied stiffly, staring down at the bag of popcorn that was growing increasingly empty. Was that Jungkook's doing or yours?

Your drunken curiosity was sated the second a handful of popcorn found your fake boyfriend's mouth.

“What about you?”

Jungkook paused at your words, turning to you in muddled confusion.

“Have I orgasmed during sex?” He frowned, mouth full of the buttery snack.

“No, you dickwad." You snickered, grabbing the bottle from his side, twisting back on the cap. "Are you into nerdy girls? Or do you only like girls who only like you once they think you've lost interest in them?”

It was a dig at Kiri, you knew it was, but quite frankly you had just enough alcohol in your system to not care. As far as your interaction with her went, she was not a nice person enough for you to even consider feeling bad.

“Is this your way of asking if I’d fuck you? Because the answer is a hard yes.”

You let out a laugh, lightly shoving Jungkook’s shoulder, ignoring how his breezy comment had made your stomach flip.

“I’m serious. I’m curious as to what kind of people you’re attracted to.”

“Honestly, I can't remember the last time I genuinely liked someone. I mean, I know when my dick likes someone but…”

Jungkook could see the confusion cross your face.

“Wait, what about Kiri? Don’t you like her?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.” He shook his head as if to refocus his thoughts.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't understand why you want to get back with her so badly. She left you for your fraternity brother. I don't think your relationship is very healthy— for either of you." You confessed.

You had been thinking about this ever since the first day you met Jungkook; it was only just now that you had gotten the chance to tell him.

“There's a lot of history between us, Y/N. She's my best friend... or at least she was. I don't know. Things are different now, but it's hard just to call it quits after all this time."

For a split second, you wanted to ask if he even still loved her, but realizing it really didn't matter, you held your tongue.

"You guys look good together." You said instead. "She's hot, you're hot. You're both in Greek life..."

Had he been sober, Jungkook would have undoubtedly commented on the fact that you had called him hot, but instead, he just drunkenly nodded, murmuring a small word of agreement.

"Tell me about Erik." Jungkook spoke finally after the two of you fell silent.

You let your head fall back, resting against the bed.

"What about him?"

"Everything. How did you guys start dating? What was he like? Why did you guys break up?"

You let out a hum, bringing your knees to your chest.

"We were both in the biotech academy, although he went to a neighboring high school. We met at a chemistry competition, actually." You began, wrapping your arms around your shins.

"Ah, yes, the beginning to every dorky love story." Jungkook nodded, coaxing a soft chuckle from you.

"Yeah. You could say we looked good together too."

Jungkook shifted, bringing an arm up to place on the bed as he leaned into his side to get a better look at you.

"He was kind of perfect, you know. Charming, good looking, smart... like, really smart. The kind of smart that inspired me to work harder because, well, I really wanted to be a girlfriend he could be proud of."

It was strange to hear you talk like this. As far as Jungkook knew, everything you did was for yourself. Not in a selfish way but in a way that was empowering and self-governing; he couldn't really couldn't imagine you living any other way.

“So then why did you break up?” Jungkook asked, eating some more popcorn. "I mean, other than his inability to bring you to climax."

"He asked me to marry him."

Jungkook paused mid-chew.

"Woah, right after high school? That's crazy!"

You gave him a soft smile, "Actually, I said yes."

Jungkook’s mind was whirling. You had agreed to marry your high school sweetheart? The idea wasn’t super far fetched, certainly not in the town where the two of you were from, but it certainly didn’t feel like something you’d ever do.

You watched expectantly as Jungkook’s gaze fell onto your left hand’s ring finger. It was free of any kind of jewelry, however.

"Erik was a wonderful boyfriend. He used to shower me with compliments; said I was beautiful, funny, and all he could ever want, but, you know, he never once called me smart.”

You straightened up, waving a hand in front of you as you began to clarify what you meant.

“Obviously, I don’t need to be reminded that I’m smart. I’m confident in myself and my abilities. But it’s true, he never acknowledged any of my achievements.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. You had said it matter-of-factly, but he could imagine how hard that must have been for the person you loved not to take the time to recognize how hard you worked.

“At first I didn’t really mind all the sly comments and disinterested replies– if anything, it just propelled me to work harder; I just wanted to impress him. It didn’t matter in the end though. Because no matter how many extracurriculars I joined or how many tests I aced, it was never enough to interest him.”

“But he was so charming and otherwise a good boyfriend so I never really said anything. I loved him. So, I said yes.”

“But… you didn’t marry him.” Jungkook added. You nodded through a sigh.

"It was the day after he proposed, I had just found out I was granted my scholarship that would take me to college here, but instead of celebrating with me, he got upset. He didn’t understand why I was so insistent on going to college when he was going to become some bigshot doctor that make enough for both of us. He said he would take care of everything.” You recalled. "And I know that's all some people want to hear– that they'll be taken care of. But..."

"But not you." Jungkook said.

"I want to be able to take care of me. I want to be able to wake up every day and do something I love... and I want the person I love to be excited about that, too. To encourage me to follow my dreams. And as much as I loved Erik, I wasn’t willing to let all my hard work amount to nothing. I had something to prove to every teacher that doubted me, to my dad– to myself.”

Jungkook wished he could articulate all the thoughts that were running his head. He would tell you that he understood that you made the right decision. He wanted to say that Erik was an asshole for ever making you feel like you weren’t enough. But Jungkook was drunk and his heart was pounding too loud as he watched the way your breathing grew heavier, clearly somewhat emotional.

“Erik needed someone to depend on him, to sit at home and listen to his day, all while being smart enough to hold a conversation as long as it was about him and his achievements. Once I came to terms with that, I gave back the ring." You revealed.

Jungkook ran his tongue over his bottom lip, the surface dried out from the popcorn’s salt.

"How did that go?”

“Actually, surprisingly well.” You mused. “Don’t get me wrong, we were totally crying like idiots — we were each other’s first love after all — but he admitted that he was surprised I said yes in the first place. I think he really hoped I’d be the kind of wife he wanted, but, deep down, he knew that I just wasn’t that girl.”

“I think you were wrong about him.”

Turning your head over to the frat boy, you furrowed your brows together, “Huh?”

“You said he was some super-smart genius, right? I think you’re wrong. Only a moron would ask a girl like you to shrink yourself just so he could feel big.” Jungkook glowered.

You said nothing, bringing your chin to rest on top one of your knees as you stared at the suddenly angry boy beside you.

“If anything, Erik couldn’t cope with the fact that you were probably smarter than him. I know my man ego is frail, but god damn his was paper-thin. You’re formidable, Y/N. Completely and utterly capable of anything you set your mind to and anyone who gets scared off by that isn’t worth your fucking time.”

“Jungkook…” You muttered, a strange feeling in your stomach fluttering.

“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.

“The sun?” You laughed.

“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”

Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.

“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”

And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.

His hands found your waist, ushering you onto his lap so that he could kiss you easier, wasting no time in reciprocating. Gripping your thighs, he left out a sigh as your mouth found his neck.

“What are you doing, silly girl?” He cooed, causing your insides to squirm.

“Guess I’m also a frisky drunk.” You muttered into his neck, letting your tongue run against it.

“Yeah?” Jungkook hummed, letting his eyes fall shut.

“Well, I have drunkenly kissed Yara more times than I probably should.” You admitted, pulling away from him.

“And here I thought I was special. You’re a heartbreaker, Y/N.” Jungkook let out a dramatic scoff, hand slapping against the side of your thigh ever so lightly.

He was expecting a witty comment in response, or at least a drunken giggle. What he wasn’t expecting was the way you’re eyes were fixated on his revealed torso, a shy but unmistakably wanton expression on your face.

“What is it?”

Your eyes flashed back up to his in surprise.

“Tell me. If there’s something you want, you have to tell me so I can give it to you.”

“W-What?” You stammered.

“You’ve been ogling me ever since I walked into your dorm.” He continued coolly. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re indifferent towards me, because I know you’re not.”

He sat up suddenly, causing your ears to heat up as his face suddenly neared yours.

“So, if you want something, tell me.” He muttered lowly, one of his hands grabbing yours as he pressed it against his torso.

Biting your lip, you let your fingers run against the firm surface of his abs before, to both your and Jungkook’s surprise, your hand found the crotch of your fake lover’s sweats.

A sharp breath came tumbling from Jungkook’s lips as you began to palm over his already semi-hard cock. For a moment, Jungkook wondered if he had drunk himself stupid and that this was just an inebriated hallucination. The feeling of your mouth finding his collarbones told him very quickly that he was, in fact, still awake.

“This what you need, hm? Need my cock?”

You let your teeth nip at Jungkook’s hot skin, protesting against his mocking words. Your actions did nothing to deter the boy, however, as a low moan fell from him.

You could feel the way he had stiffened under your hand’s ministrations, thrilling the most primal part of you.

Fingering the waistband of his sweats, you let out a heavy breath, “This is wrong.”

This was extremely wrong. You should not be seconds away from taking the dick of your pretend boyfriend into your hand, especially when he was planning on going back to his ex. Speaking of which, Kiri was probably still somewhere downstairs.

“Morality sucks.”

You pulled away from Jungkook’s neck with eyes wide. He had a cocky smirk on his face, undoubtedly smug at the way he had quoted Glen Lantz just now. It was the kind of expression that any other occasion would summon a scoff from you but given the circumstances, you couldn’t help but return it back to him.

“Get on the bed. Lay down for me.” Jungkook ordered, causing your stomach to do a flip.

You gave him a timid nod before moving up from his lap.

You had hardly had your back on the bed before his mouth found yours, newfound desperation in his movements. You struggled to keep up with the kiss, too consumed in the feeling of his warm palm making it down the fabric of your sweater, running under it as he searched for the button of your pants.

With his tongue against your neck, his hand found slipped between your thighs, pressing against the wet patch of your underwear. You flinched, it had been so long since someone else had touched you like this.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly, pulling away from your neck. He wanted to make sure it was okay to touch you like this.

“Yeah. Just been a while.” You confessed, face hot.

And just like that, his touch lightened, trailing up and down your clothed slit carefully. It was meant to be gentle but his feather-like touch caused your hips to jerk, the feeling trying you crazy. You could hardly stay still as he began to kiss you, fingers slowly quickening in speed.

You tugged at his hair, knowing now the way he liked it and you preen with pride as it made him rut against your thigh.

Whining as he suddenly sank two fingers into you, Jungkook broke the kiss, moving to sit upon his knees to get a better look at you as he began to fuck into you.

You were certainly a sight to see, eyes struggling to stay open as you lost yourself to the feeling, small cries escaping you as he rolled over your clit. His free hand was gripping your thigh, enjoying the way it was shaking under his touch.

As much as you wanted to maintain yourself, your hips had a mind of their own, rolling up to meet every thrust, desperate for his touch. Jungkook’s eyes never left you and it wasn’t long before it became too much.

“Jungkook... stop staring at me.” You whined, finally.

“Sorry, you’re just so sensitive. I like watching your reactions.” Jungkook admitted lowly, chuckling as you moaned in response to a particularly hard thrust.

Heat rocketed up to your neck, forcing you to look away.

“S-Shut up, I hate you.”

“Considering how wet you are for me, I have a hard time believing that, baby.”

“Dammit, just fuck me already.” You begged.

As much as the thought of coming undone on his fingers appealed to you, you would be damned if you left this party without his dick going inside of you. You didn’t know if you’d ever get another chance like this one and the alcohol in your system would be the perfect excuse for doing this in the first place.

Jungkook felt his balls tightened, the idea alone exciting him.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He teased dryly, moving back in between your legs, hand gripping the edge of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Wait!” You cried out before you could stop yourself, immediately wishing you could take back the exclamation.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jungkook worried, eyes growing wide in concern.

“N-No, leave it on.”

Dammit, dammit!

It slipped out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop yourself.

You had a massive crush on Johnny Depp, so the second Jungkook pulled up to your dorm dressed as Glenn Lantz you knew you were done for. The idea of Glenn Lantz fucking you had you embarrassingly excited and now Jungkook knew that.

You were expecting Jungkook to laugh or make some slick comment that would inevitably convince you out of letting him put his dick inside you, but to your surprise, he merely smirked, first wrapping around his cock as he lead himself to your wet entrance.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he sunk into you, the stretch stealing a breath from you. Shutting your eyes, you felt as he finally bottomed out; it had been so long since you had felt this full and you almost forgot the feeling.

Jungkook cursed into your neck, kissing the skin there to calm himself down. You felt so good wrapped around him but the last thing he needed was him cumming early and you thinking he was a one pump chump.

Your soft whines and the way your hips were moving into his was his sign to start moving, clearly adjusted to him inside you.

You should have expected that Jungkook would be good at his, but the way he instantly found the right pace and angle caught you off guard, robbing you of a moan.

“Fuck.”

You sounded so pretty like this and Jungkook’s chest swelled at the thought that your sounds were for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me.” He grunted.

Gripping the back of his neck, you brought Jungkook into a kiss, missing the way his tongue tasted against yours. The kiss didn’t last for long as an unfamiliar feeling formed inside you, causing you to shut your eyes close.

Jungkook hardly noticed, his cock was pounding in you as he chased after the way you cried out his name.

“Jungkook– ah!” You lost footing of your voice, momentarily distracted by a particularly hard thrust.

“Ah, fuck. W-Wait, stop.”

Jungkook froze at your words, licking at his lips as he pulled away from your neck, stilling his hips.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, eyes running over you to see if he had somehow hurt you. Your breathing was labored and you were biting down onto your bottom lip, hair fanned out on either side and if Jungkook weren’t so concerned, he would’ve taken a moment to admire just how beautiful you were like this.

“Y-Yes, I’m… I just...” You breathed, hips jerking up into Jungkook’s.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by him, of course, and it wasn’t until he realized just how tightly you were wrapped around his cock that he understood exactly what was wrong.

“Do you need to cum?”

The question alone elicited a whimper from you and within a second, Jungkook’s thumb found your clit.

A high pitch moan left your swollen lips and Jungkook took that as his cue to rock back into you.

“You’re just so wound up, huh? Wanna come all over my cock, is that right?” Jungkook was at your neck now, tasting the salt on your skin as he whispered filth into it.

“Jungkook— fuck!” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m making a mess of little pussy of yours, aren’t I? No wonder you’re so desperate to cum. You need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.” Was your weak reply, your heavy breaths nearly swallowing up your answer entirely.

“You’re okay, ah, I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and think about how nice my cock is stretching you out.” Jungkook grunted, his own orgasm starting to catch up with him.

A broken came tumbling out at the sheer intensity of stimulation, especially as Jungkook grabbed on of your thighs and pushed it up to your chest, allowing for a deeper angle.

“Doin’ so good. So good for me.” He rasped out, so close to cumming.

It was Jungkook’s words of praise that finally sent you over the edge, back arching against the bed as white spots filled your vision. You could only vaguely make out the feeling of Jungkook pulling out of you to release his own climax onto your stomach, pulling up your sweater just in time to save it from the ungodly cum stains.

You flopped back onto the bed with a huff, eyes wide and still shaking from the aftershocks. Jungkook was rubbing at your thighs encouragingly, watching the way you slowly came down from your orgasm.

For a moment neither of you said a word, pants and heavy breathing filling the air instead.

“Holy shit.” You finally broke the silence.

That was what you had been missing out on all these years?! You felt robbed.

“Hey... Just curious but was that your first orgasm like ever?” Jungkook asked innocently. Your reaction was just so earnest and innocent and although he knew your ex never made you cum, he wondered if even by your hand you had never climaxed before.

You met his eyes briefly before turning your head to the side, clearly embarrassed.

“...Yes.”

“Really? So when you touch yourself, you don’t–”

“I already said yes, didn’t I?” You snapped, bottom lip jutting out slightly. Jungkook didn’t care much for your tone, but given the circumstances, he let it slide.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve taken my time– eaten you out until you came or something.”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” You answered vaguely, wishing more than anything for the topic of conversation to shift.

To your surprise, Jungkook’s hand found your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t know why he felt the sudden urge to but he just knew he wanted to.

His request came as a surprise to, considering the two of you had just done a fair bit more than just kissing. You nodded automatically, humming in content as his mouth found yours for a kiss that was far less rushed than previous ones.

The two of you exchanged the gesture of affection lazily, Jungkook’s fingertips brushing against your waist as your breathing slowed.

“I'm sure you don’t wanna hear this but knowing I’m the only person who has ever made you cum has inflated my ego like you wouldn’t believe.” Jungkook confessed as he broke the kiss, causing you to scoff.

“Right, because I’m the reason your ego is the larger than our fucking solar system.”

Jungkook’s expression fell flat, eyes turning cold as you began to giggle.

“Bite me, nerd.” He glared despite the way the sides of his mouth turned up at the sound of your laughter, moving to kiss you once more.

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“So...” Yara began, hands clasped together in front of her. “How was the party?”

Yara, Jungkook and you were sat at the library, where the three of you had planned to meet after the party to catch up on some work.

What was unexpected, however, as the way the two of you had taken a seat across from Yara with guilty expressions and far more hickeys than she had recalled counting on either of you.

The moment you averted your eyes as she faced you, she knew you were keeping something from her and she already was playing out a couple of scenarios that might have gone down at the party.

“Good.” Jungkook answered uneasily. Yara hummed, locking her eyes onto the squirming boy.

You had known Yara for a long time and had become somewhat immune to her intimidating ways, but Jungkook had only known Yara for a month or so. Hardly enough time to build up immunity.

She suppressed a smirk. Target acquired.

“That’s good.” Yara said, glare unmoving.

If Yara really were the supernatural creature you sometimes insisted she was, she would’ve heard the way Jungkook’s pulse quickened, fists under the table clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to flee.

Jungkook felt his stomach churn as she quirked up an eyebrow at him, mouth pressed into a straight line.

“Y/N and I had sex—”

“Jungkook!” You turned to him in disbelief.

“Holy shit!”

Jungkook’s face scrunched up in regret, sinking back into his chair as your best friend’s jaw dropped.

“We agreed we weren’t gonna tell her.” You pouted.

“Shit, I know, I’m sorry but did you see the way she was looking at me?!” He cried, a finger coming up to point at the petite girl sitting across the table. “That stare isn’t human.”

“I can’t believe this! You guys did the nasty and weren’t gonna tell me?” Yara gaped.

You flinched, glancing around to see if you were disturbing any neighboring students. “I was gonna tell you… eventually.”

“It’s like she was in my head. Like she could see inside me– all my thoughts, my secrets, my innermost feelings...” Jungkook muttered, hands coming up to press against his temples.

Yara continued on, ignoring the traumatized boy. “I’m hurt, Y/N. Not as a manager, but as your best friend. That is totally not something we would ever keep from each other.”

“I was afraid that when I told you, you were gonna think this changed things!” You urged.

You really had planned on telling Yara, you just didn’t want to do it with Jungkook in the room. Yara already seemed to have this preconceived notion that you were trying to actually date Jungkook and the last thing you needed was that idea confusing him.

“Well, does it?” Yara pressed.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered over to you suddenly, equally as curious as Yara to hear your response.

“...No. No, of course not.” You shook your head.

“Kiri’s definitely pissed.” Jungkook cleared his throat, eager to change the subject. “Y/N put on quite the performance last night.”

The sides of Yara’s mouth curled up wolfishly.

“Oh, I bet she did.” She mused suggestively causing you to blush.

“Not like that, you nympho.”

“Did you guys talk to her?” Yara inquired, ignoring you.

You nodded.

“Is she the worst? Do we hate her?” Yara squinted, leaning in close as she directed your words only at you.

A nervous giggle left you, sparing Jungkook a cautious glance. She was his ex-girlfriend, after all...

“Uh, she’s… I mean, you know, I’m the girl who is dating her ex so...”

“I see.” Yara picked up on your hesitancy to speak ill of Kiri as she sent you a slow nod, immediately understanding what you were trying to say.

Kiri sucked.

Jungkook was sat in his chair, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he watched the girls’ interaction, as if something was being said that he couldn’t quite hear.

“Also... She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.

Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.

“Yara?”

“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”

Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.

Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”

“No, nothing. I was just expecting more of a reaction is all.” You waved your hands dismissively.

“Pshh, I don’t care where Eunwoo is getting his dick wet.”

“Are you sure–”

“Let’s do some homework, yeah?” Yara cut you off with a tight smile that you didn’t fail to miss.

You watched as your best friend reached for her textbook and threw it open, hardly paying you any further mind. Looking over to Jungkook, you found him already turned your way, his face twisted in mild concern.

It wasn’t something you had ever brought up with Jungkook – or Yara for that matter – but you always had a sneaking suspicion that Yara cared more about Eunwoo than she let on. As much as she insisted that Eunwoo’s feelings had scared her off, a part of you wondered if Yara’s own feelings didn’t have a role in that fear as well.

Offering Jungkook a shrug, you too turned back to your work laid out on the table in front of you.

A few minutes passed through; you were rewriting your notes when you experimentally spared Yara a glance, only to see a deep furrow on her face. Something was clearly bothering her.

“Yara?”

The girl in question slammed her pencil down, opening her mouth immediately, “Not that I give a rat’s ass about Eunwoo – because I don’t – but I can’t believe he’s dating someone already.”

“How long were you guys together?” Jungkook wondered.

“Like three months.” Yara told him through a frown.

Jungkook hummed, “Well, when did you guys break up?”

“A week after school started.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to move on?” He offered, unsure of how to comfort her.

Taking in your best friend’s sour expression, you bit down on your lip.

“Yara, are you... jealous?” You assumed.

Immediately, Yara’s eyes found yours, green eyes growing wide.

“Jealous? Hah! My cold, dead heart doesn’t know jealous. What I know is that Eunwoo is a fucking idiot.” She scoffed. “This is the kid who called me every day for two weeks after we broke up professing his love for me. How is he just suddenly over me and dating someone else? That someone being Jungkook’s bitchy ass ex?”

Yara glanced over to Jungkook as if an afterthought, “No offense, jockstrap.”

“You did not just call me jockstrap.” Jungkook deadpanned.

“Hey now, Kiri’s not a bitch, I never said that.” You defended weakly. Yara flashed you a look. She had known you for too long not to be able to read in between your words.

“You really are such a class act, Y/N. Truly admirable. However, you should know that if she throws even one snarky comment my way, I’m knocking her teeth in.”

“Yara!”

“I’m serious. It’ll be lights out for Miss Kiri.” Yara insisted, intertwining her fingers and stretching them out in front of her. A laugh escaped you against your better judgment.

“In that case, remind me not to let you out of my sight if she comes to Y/N’s event.” Jungkook laughed nervously, unsure of just how serious the small but frightening girl was being.

Yara’s looked over to you with wide eyes.

“So, does that mean...?”

You perked up in your seat. You nearly had forgotten.

“Oh, yeah! It’s happening! I’m throwing my event!” You announced excitedly.

“Holy shit, finally! That’s amazing, Y/N, congrats!”

“Well, it’s not set in stone yet–”

“Nah, Tae’s true to his word. If he says he’ll help, then you can count on him.” Jungkook reassured.

“Who’s Tae?” Yara cocked her head.

“My frat brother and head of Beta Tau Sigma’s finance committee. Y/N pitched her idea to him last night and he agreed to arrange funding for the event.” Jungkook went on to explain. A smile found your face as you recalled the interaction.

"This Tae guy sounds bitchin’.” Yara approved with a nod.

“Yeah, he really is like a brother to me.” Jungkook smiled.

Suddenly, you wondered if Taehyung was who Jungkook went to for advice. Was Taehyung his Yara? You really never gave much thought on who Jungkook’s friends were but, strangely enough, the idea of meeting them intrigued you. Especially if they were all as lovely as Tae.

You watched in silence as Jungkook and Yara continued on with their conversation, a warm feeling falling over you at the sight of them getting along and enjoying each other’s company. Even if Jungkook was just your fake boyfriend, the thought that he and your best friend and could be friends made you happy. Maybe foolishly so but happy nonetheless. Selfishly, you began to wonder if there was any way the two of you could stay like this after he got back with Kiri.

“I dunno, jockstrap. I just think The Shining is boring.” Yara shrugged.

The subject had somehow shifted in the time you had been spacing out, falling victim to your thoughts. Horror movies now seemed to be the topic of interest.

Jungkook shook his head defiantly.

“Okay, firstly, psychological horror is meant to be slow-paced and secondly, call me jockstrap one more time and I’ll rip up your John Cusack posters and force-feed you the scraps.”

Yara let out a cold laugh, crossing her arms over her chest, “Bold of you to assume I don’t already want John Cusack down my throat.”

A laugh came tumbling out of you, taking in Jungkook’s horrified expression, not expecting such a vulgar response.

Yeah. Maybe having Jungkook around permanently wouldn’t be so bad.

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You had made it very clear to Jungkook that the two of you having sex was a one-time thing; your copulation had been a momentary lapse of judgment fueled by the way alcohol made you both irrationally horny.

So the second Jungkook’s fingers found the skin on your thigh, you couldn’t help but stiffen.

“Meathead.” Was your warning.

“What? Your skin is soft.” He muttered, not taking his eyes off his book. “I’m not doing anything wrong…”

Your teeth found the plush of your lip as you fought the urge to press your thighs together.

You and Jungkook were sat upon your bed days after the Halloween party. Inviting him over to study had been your idea, trying to make a point to Yara that the two of you could go back to normal after sleeping with one another.

For the most part, things had been normal. Sure, maybe you could argue that Jungkook stared at you a little more than you were used to but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t just pin on the fact that that boy often spaced out. Your face just happened to be where he liked to focus on it seemed.

So when while studying his palm found the top of your thigh, you paused your reading, glancing over at the boy cautiously only to discover him, seemingly, emerged in the book of his own.

It wasn’t until his fingers suddenly began trailing up and down your thigh, rubbing circles into the supple flesh that you realized the gesture wasn’t near as innocent as you initially assumed.

“Right?” Jungkook cooed, attention suddenly on you as he trailed his fingers further down your thigh than you should have allowed.

Your ears felt hot.

As much as you wanted to push his hand away and stop his ministrations here, another part of you was replaying the way the same handheld and touched you the night of the party in your head.

You met Jungkook’s eyes; he wasn’t even bothering to suppress his smirk that cocky bastard.

A small sigh found you as his fingers discovered your inner thigh, dangerously close to where your panties were dampening underneath your pajama shorts.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“N-No, nothing wrong.” You stuttered quietly, opposite leg rising up to bend at the knee to allow Jungkook’s hand a point of entry.

God, this was way more embarrassing when you were sober. You weren’t some lust-driven sex hungry animal, you could easily resist his advances if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to. You had gone two years without having sex and you’d be lying if you didn’t think back to that night you shared with Jungkook often.

Your thoughts were interrupted, breath hitching as you felt Jungkook’s slender fingers slipping underneath your shorts.

“You’re a strange girl, Y/N. You like to pretend like I’m just apart of the contract yet here you are. Letting me touch you like this.” Jungkook hummed, fingers trailing up and down between your thighs, lightly running against your clothed core.

You let out a whimper, handing coming around to wrap itself around Jungkook’s wrist, urging him to apply more pressure.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” He mocked. You opened your mouth to reply when he found your panty clad clit, effectively silencing you.

“W-Wait, Yara’s in her room.” You hiccuped, hips jerking forward as his thumb singled out your clit, rubbing against it.

“Oh, how rude of us. Should we go knock and ask if she wants to join?” Jungkook teased, eliciting a scoff from you.

“God, you’re so–”

Your mouth shut itself closed, biting back the moan that threatened to make its way out as Jungook sank his fingers into you.

“Fuck.” Jungkook muttered, preening in the way you felt. So wet. So tight. And all for him.

His eyes moved from the sight of his hand fucking itself into you to your profile. Your eyebrows were furrowed, face scrunching up whenever he curled his fingers up into you a certain way. He could see the way the muscles in your jaw clenched and unclenched, clearly holding back some of your more lewd sounds in fear that your roommate might hear.

He’d have to do this again whenever Yara wasn’t home. He’d love to hear the way you’d whimper his name.

“That feel good?”

Jungkook was beside himself, he knew he should be keeping it down but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear you– the way your voice would shake and stutter deliciously.

“So good.” You whined lowly, head turning to meet his eyes.

Jungkook was definitely too good at this. He had two fingers rocking into you skillfully, slowing down only to turn his attention back onto your throbbing clit. Your shorts and underwear felt damp, slick with your arousal and you knew you’d have to change the sheets underneath you.

“Can I, ah... can I touch you?” You asked through several uneven breaths. You felt the sudden need to touch him– to make him feel as good as he was making you feel. “Please.”

“So needy for my cock, huh? Even when I’m not about to fuck you, too.” He licked his lips, hand coming over his crotch to palm at it.

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, baby.”

Jungkook let himself relax back against the way, cock twitching in anticipation as you clumsily reached out to take his already hard cock from his pants.

And so that’s how the two of you found yourselves, hands down each other’s pants, voices hushed as you pleasured each other in secret like a pair of desperate teenagers.

Even as you both began to shake with stimulation, your hands didn’t stop, both of you set on getting each other off.

Jungkook felt so hot and heavy in your hand; you didn’t get the chance to fully take in his fucked out expressions last time but now that you were watching the way his jaw went slack and low, drawn-out groans fell from him, you couldn’t help but think he looked so attractive this way, hips rocking up to meet his fingers as you let yourself get off to the thought that you were making him feel this good.

Jungkook was in absolute bliss.

Your chest was rising and falling lightly, your bottom lip held hostage between your teeth innocently as your hand pumped his fat cock. He knew you were trying your hardest to stay quiet but the way your eyes were watery and small mews escaped you sporadically spurred him on, letting himself be noisier than you probably would have liked.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. Making such a mess of your sheets. Fucking messy girl.” Jungkook cooed between shaky breaths of his own, obviously just as close to climax as you were.

Suddenly, a cry fell from your lips and the hand Jungkook had placed around yours to help in pumping his increasingly hot shaft quickly relocated itself to cover your mouth, catching the rest of your lewd noises as you finally came around his fingers.

“Atta girl. You did so well.” Jungkook praised, your eyes wet as you rode out the last few waves of your orgasm.

You were shaking; this orgasm had hit you hard and you didn’t know if you would ever get used to this feeling. You hoped not.

Jungkook pressed a kiss against your cheek affectionately and before you could give yourself a minute to even out your breathing, you pulled away from him, repositioning yourself between his knees.

You placed a tentative lick against the glistening tip of his cock, eyes locked on his as he continued to jerk himself off. He grunted, moving his prick closer towards your face as you let the flat of your tongue run up the length of him.

“Wanna taste you. Cum on my tongue, yeah?” You purred as you pulled your lips off his tip, a small pop sounding out.

Jungkook nearly choked, swallowing the sob of a response he nearly gave you. You were so fucking beyond hot like this. He hadn’t heard you speak so outwardly filthy before and all he could think about was how your words would sound if you were choking around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, open your mouth.”

You obliged greedily as he tightened his grip around himself, his abdomen tightened and hand stilled, a hot white strip of cum landing on your tongue. Like the good girl Jungkook groaned out you were, you stayed open-mouthed in front of him obediently until he was finished.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, tucking himself back into his pants as you moved back to take your place beside him, wiping at your mouth.

“Well. That was fun.” You grinned shyly, suddenly giddy.

“Mm.” Jungkook agreed, thumb coming up to wipe away your cheek, where some of his cum had found itself. Your mouth opened on its own accord, tongue sticking out for Jungkook to clean his thumb with. You didn’t particularly care for the taste but you enjoyed the way his eyes turned a shade darker as he watched you swallow his cum.

"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.

“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.

“You think?”

“Totally. Think of it as... a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.

“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”

You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.

“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.

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Part 3: Vikings - Kissed by Fire

Summary: After several months and with her husband now at her side, (Y/N) anxiously awaits the arrival of her family but is soon visited by unexpected visitors. 

Pairings: Ragnarssons x Stepmom reader (platonic), Ragnar x reader (romantic)

A/N: Seriously, thank you all for the lovely feedback and support to this little series. It really means a lot to know y’all like it. :D 

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Several months had passed and the bond (Y/N) had with her stepsons was stronger than ever, over time the boys began to prefer her company and did everything they could to help her in her pregnancy. Her husband, Ragnar had already returned from his raid and just like her was filled with a nervous excitement at the birth of their first child. But of course, there was a slight sense of dread as some time prior, (Y/N)’s family had sent a message that they would come visit to see her. Had it been any other time, she would have welcomed the visit but having their company so close to the birth of her child felt far too soon.

As the only daughter, she had been fiercely protected from men and the world by not just her father but by her nine brothers as well. Considering she was married to Ragnar, a fierce warrior that was always risking his life with danger, the overprotectiveness did not make sense to her at times. Although, it may have been because she was once told that she would only marry someone filled with greatness and Ragnar had that in spades.

Which explained why (Y/N) now sat with her sister wife Aslaug and little Sigurd in the main hall. The ships of her family had been spotted; Ragnar accompanied by Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Bjorn had gone to greet them at the docks as (Y/N) could give birth any day soon.

“You look unwell, sister” Aslaug laughed. “Perhaps I can have a thrall fetch you a tonic to settle your stomach.”

“I am fine, sister. What I am feeling is nervousness as I have not seen my family since my wedding in our lands” (Y/N) said. “Perhaps I should have them fetch one for you, as you had much to drink prior.”

Aslaug scowled at this and snatched Sigurd from her lap. Instantly, the little boy squirmed in discomfort and wiggled in his mother’s arms to reach for (Y/N).

“Mama! Mama!” Sigurd cried with his arms stretched out for (Y/N).

“I am here Sigurd, no need to fuss” Aslaug said through gritted teeth.

With a bit of difficulty, (Y/N) sat up from her seat and gently pried the fussing boy from the arms of Aslaug. Bouncing him on her hip, Sigurd quickly calmed down and nuzzled into his stepmother all the while babbling in content.

“My Sigurd does not like to be held that way” (Y/N) stated.

“He is not your Sigurd” Aslaug sneered.

“At this point, sister. He is not yours either” (Y/N) shot back.

Rather than reply, Aslaug huffed in anger and poured herself more wine as she turned her gaze toward the door that was opened abruptly. Ragnar with help from the boys announced his arrival, but before he could get another word all nine of his brother-in-law’s cheered with glee as they spotted their sister.

“(Y/N)!” they shouted, stampeding toward the young woman.

Almost instantly, the young woman was engulfed by a massive hug from all of her brothers and she giggled with absolute delight at their affection. If there was one thing that she had missed from home, it was being in the center of the embrace of all nine of them. After a few moments, they released her and quickly spoke to her.

“You look like you’re ready to pop, (Y/N)!”

“When will our nephew be born?”

“Can you already feel the little one kick?”

Many other questions were thrown at her, but having been used to it, she waited until they had all gotten the questions out of their system and they eventually fell silent. Feeling a tug at her skirts, she looked down to see Hvitserk looking in fascination at all of them.

“Mama, who are they?” he asked.

Tenderly placing a hand on his head she answered, “These are your uncles. My annoying brothers.”

At this the group protested good naturedly and she pointed to each of them. “That is Antonius the eldest followed by Erik, Alexios, Cole, Athel, Bjarke, Endre, Gunnar, and little Halvor.” To her brothers, she happily introduced her family. “Brothers, you have already met my husband Ragnar and his eldest son Bjorn. But may I introduce my sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd as well as my sister wife Aslaug.”

Gunnar the tallest of the bunch placed a hand on Ubbe’s shoulder, “This one looks like he will be a strong leader.”

Ubbe practically beamed when his newly introduced uncle complimented him. While Antonius placed Hvitserk on his shoulders.

“While this one with his looks will surely have all the women chasing after him.”

Hvitserk merely laughed at his uncle’s compliment as he tugged on the man’s braids to steer him.

“Now with that out of the way, let us feast! To celebrate your arrival and the upcoming birth of (Y/N) and I’s child!” Ragnar said, clapping a hand onto one of his brother-in-law’s shoulders.

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Oddly enough, the feast did not get too far along as (Y/N) went into labor quickly and was ushered into a room to give birth. Leaving her brothers and stepsons outside to wait as Ragnar accompanied her into the room for support.

“Uncle Bjarke?” Ubbe hesitantly asked. “Will our Mama be okay? I can’t hear anything and when Sigurd was born there was a lot of screaming.”

“Well little one, it is different for every woman. (Y/N) and I were the last children born to our mother, and it is said that she never knew she was going into labor until I was nearly out of the womb” Bjarke answered, garnering a chuckle from his brothers. “But Endre, Cole, and Halvor were born to our father’s second wife. Her pain was so intense, she near fainted after each birth although I think it’s because of how fat they were as babies.”

His answer soothed the young boy that despite his age, did his best to remain strong for his younger brother. So it went, that after moments of silence either Ubbe or Hvitserk would ask their uncles a question until they heard the cry of a baby through the door. All exhaled in relief but gasped when another cry followed not long after. Excitement thrummed through their veins until a thrall stepped out and said that they could come greet the newborn children. It was an amusing sight to see such brawny men and the boys waddle as quietly as they could into the room.

It was certainly a sight, with tired breaths and a smile of contentment on her face, (Y/N) held a small bundle in her arms. Looking up from the swaddled baby, she whispered for Ubbe and Hvitserk to draw a little closer. Hesitantly, they got on top of the bed to be closer.

“My sweet boys, this is your brother Agnar” she whispered.

“We’ll teach him to be brave, Mama” Hvitserk mumbled bringing tears to her eyes at the sweetness of her boys.

“Your father” she pointed out. “Is holding your little sister, Kari.”

It was in this moment that Ragnar Lothbrok had never seemed more content, sitting next to his second wife (Y/N) as she held his son Agnar in her arms. While his sons were seated so comfortably with their stepmother as he held his only daughter Kari lovingly in his own embrace. 

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