#his fucking face looking down at erik always gets me

[univemma]

What's my favourite scene in X-Men First Class? Well, easy, it's the scene where Hank shows up as Beast for the first time in the hangar. Why, you may ask?

Because, after the eternally hilarious exchange that is "never looked better man" "dont mock me" and Hank choking the life out of Erik,

After he puts him down and you can see behind them, we reach my favourite part of this scene:

Alex, who had been 2 seconds away from Actually mocking him, realising that after the bullshit he's been putting him through, Hank would have Genuinely Fucking Killed Him

'Holy shit, do not call him a bozo he will shatter your spine. do NOT-'

#his fucking face looking down at erik always gets me #he pulled that 'even i gotta admit you look pretty badass' out of his ASS fr #when he called him beast i know he was SWEATING LMFAOO #this isnt actually my fav scene btw i just wanted to make the joke #xmen #x men #xmen first class #x men first class #alex summers #havok #hank mccoy #beast #erik lensherr #magneto #xmen movies #x men movies

[henneseyhoe]

Erik takes readers virginity

Killmonger X BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, heavy daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity, Bestfriend!Erik, slapping.

SUMMARY: reader gets tired of being a virgin and asks her bestfriend; Erik to be the one to do it.

Ps. Don’t let !!anyone!! pressure you into giving away your virginity. It should be YOUR choice on when and how you wanna do it and who you wanna do it with. don’t let anyone shame you for being a virgin no matter your age, there is NOTHING wrong with being a virgin or saving yourself or whatever the case may be. This is fiction and strictly for fantasy, it does not depict how losing your virginity actually is, simply because it’s different for everyone…and also because this is fiction lmao. Okay, enjoy<3

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“And you sure you wanna do this? Cause once I get goin’, ain’t no turning back” Erik asked . He had a slight smirk on his face as his tall frame towered over me, making me look up at him and nod. “Yes. I just wanna get it over with” I responded timidly, fiddling with my hands behind my back.

Me and Erik had always been friends since the third grade. He was sort of a bully, but he also protected me all throughout our school years, so I always stood by him. It wasn’t a secret that I had a small crush on him either, and he always made it known that he knew by poking fun at me getting shy any time he’d compliment me, or when he’d hug me as a greeting and sneakily snake his hands down to my lower back just to make me tense up and push him away.

Because of my shyness, this is also what landed me being a virgin at age 20. Since me and Erik were best friends, I told him everything, so he knew that I was still a virgin and made fun of that anytime we’d talk about anything sexual, no matter if it was a joke I giggled at or just a simple conversation in general. Saying things like “why you talkin’? You don’t know nothing ‘bout this” or “virgin Mary over here laughing but I doubt she get the joke”.

It wasn’t like I lacked simple sexual education or anything, I just never did anything. I tried porn, but it got boring fast. I tried masterbation, but I could barely rub my own clit for more than 8 minutes without feeling an odd sensation that made me stop. I understood that it was most likely an orgasm, but the feeling felt like l was ascending to god himself, my entire body becoming too sensitive to ever finish.

When I told Erik about that, he bursted into laughter, almost shedding tears as I explained to him how I didn’t understand how to finger myself correctly either. I probably shouldn’t have told him anything, but in my defense he asked if I ever “stuck a finger up there”, so I just came clean, which was a mistake. And let’s not forget the on going joke he made up with our entire friend group with how he would be the one to take my virginity.

Everyone laughed, including me at one point, thinking it was a joke. Difference was, when he laughed, he was dead serious. Secretly he’d been plotting since senior year when back to school started and I suddenly came back with a little weight that went straight to my ass and thighs, switched my bifocals out for contacts and learned how to lay my edges correctly.

Not only that, but even with all the changes in my appearance, I never switched up. I never decided to fuck with some popular niggas cause they was all barkin’ at me, I never went off an pretended like I didn’t know nobody after the slight boost I got in socials after my ass got fatter, and that just made it better for Erik.

It eliminated all of the niggas that could have potentially broken me off and made me a freak before Erik could get his hands on me, but he knew it’d take some time for me to get on his level.

“So…is this the part where I get naked?” I asked awkwardly, rocking on the heels of my feet. Erik chuckled and shook his head “look, I’m not just gon’ fuck you like that and you don’t get nothin’ out of it. I wanna teach you a lil sumn while we at it” he admitted, crossing his arms, making his muscles press against his fitted black shirt.

“Are you-..are you flexing?” I raised an eyebrow as my eyes trailed to his biceps, the man taking his finger and lifting my chin so I was looking back up at him. “You off topic. Get on your knees”

A shiver ran up and down my spine as he spoke and touched me, a second heartbeat appearing between my legs.

-

If you told yesterday me that I would be on my knees in front of my bestfriend of ten years, with his dick down my throat and his hands on the back of my head to hold me down till my I was begging for air, I would have laughed in your face and walked away. Maybe even would have called you delusional.

“Move your hands and use your mouth” Erik grunted while thrusting his hips into my mouth shallowly, my hands being wrapped around the rest of his shaft, prohibiting him from going any further.

“What did I just say? Move your damn hands”

His gruff voice boomed to show he was serious, making me clench my thighs together tightly. He spoke with a new tone, a tone that had authority and control. An authority and control that I’ve never heard in this instance before. It turned me on.

He tugged at my box braids, making me wince and hesitantly remove my hands, slowly placing them in my lap.

“Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth up for daddy. Just a little wider”

I moaned at his self given nickname and tried to follow his instructions, opening my mouth wider while he slid deeper down my throat. I gagged strongly as he touched the back of my throat, my shoulders shrugging and drool dripping from my mouth whilst he retracted himself a little before easing back in, repeating those motions.

“Breathe through your nose and relax that throat, baby”

he removed one of his hands from my hair and placed it under my chin, helping me gain control of my gag reflexes that decided to be completely against me at the time. I let out a sigh through my nose, finally figuring out how to regulate my breathing as he touched the back of my throat once again, this time pulling back out quicker than what he did before.

“Oh shit”

he gasped quietly, lifting up his shirt and leaning back against the wall behind him as I allowed him to throat fuck me, my spit now dripping into the valley of my titties that were semi covered by a cropped spaghetti strap shirt.

“Just like that, ma. Get this dick wet”

He grunted. I opened my mouth wide enough so my teeth wouldn’t scrape against him again, the man laying a small, painless smack on my cheek any time he’d feel them rubbing against him.

“fuuuck, you finna make me nut all in that throat, baby” He moaned and gripped my hair tighter, his thrusts getting rougher by the second.

I hummed a ‘no’ with violent chokes slipping out of my mouth as he made me go down all the way, my mind racing steadily as I imagined what it’d be like to have him do anything of the sort.

“I didn’t give you a choice” he choked out while his stomach tightened, his abs suddenly becoming more detailed and prominent.

Tears trailed down my cheeks, my brown foundation being mixed in with the salty liquid. He continued his assault on my poor throat, only to stop abruptly and force my head down until my nose touched his stomach. Suddenly I felt a warm sensation trail down my throat, a taste of bitter sweetness lingering on my tongue as he pulled out with strings of my spit mixed with his cum dripping from the tip of his dick.

He used his hand and tilted my head up, forcing me to look up at him again. “Swallow”

he demanded, my head shaking rapidly as I held the remanding bit of him under my tongue.

“This is your first time, so don’t make me say it again and make this night more eventful than it already is, Y/N. I hate going back on my word, but I hate being disrespected more than that”

he threatened, my eyes widening with wonder as to why he said that and what he’d do if I had spit.

Taking no chances, I decided to save my curiosity for another day, building up the courage to finally swallow, licking my lips after. He tilted his head at me and squeezed at my jaw, opening my mouth. Humming in satisfaction, he slid his thumb into my mouth, my lips immediately closing around it and beginning to suck while looking at the man, my watering eyes gleaming in the apartments bright lights as if glitter was placed under my lids beforehand.

“Damn..”

he murmured and slowly pulled his thumb out, replacing it with his tongue as he bent down and laid a soft kiss on my lips. I melted into his touch, my pussy beginning to throb once again with him simply just wrapping his hands around my throat and arm, pulling me up from the floor.

My legs felt weird from being on my knees for so long, my throat feeling weirder from the constant pressure it just endured. He then picked me up bridal style and began walking us down the hall and into my room.

softly laying me onto my bed, he started to pull all of my clothes off one by one, leaving me naked.

I subconsciously covered myself up, and stared at him, most of my focus being on how he was gonna fit inside. He noticed my staring and chuckled while taking his clothes off. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make it fit” he spoke as if he read my mind. “I don’t think it will…” I began closing my legs, the man only gripping my thighs and prying them back open.

“I promise if it hurts I’ll stop”

“Promise?”

“Promise” he reiterated and bent down, kissing up my thighs. Shivers went up my spine as he got closer and closer to my pussy, his breath and mustache tickling my skin. He took his middle and ring finger and spread my lips apart, my juices already starting to leak out from the prolonged playing.

“Look…She already so damn wet for me”

He looked up at me and licked a long stripe up from my entrance to my clit, a moan leaving my lips.

“She sweet as hell too” he smirked before going in, his tongue making love to my pussy as he swirled and flicked it over my clit with a quickness, his middle finger now spreading my juices around my entrance before he slowly eased and slipped it inside of me, making me let out a louder moan.

He began humming and shaking his head from side to side as he closed his lips around my clit, adding suction while attempting to slip a second finger inside of me. I winced and bucked my hips up, my walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers involuntarily.

“I can’t!”

His eyes traveled up my torso until they met mine, a blank look on his face as he disconnected his lips from my clit.

“How do you expect me to fuck you good if this pussy can’t even take two fingers? Don’t tell me you backing out now”

He taunted and licked his fingers clean, a grin growing on his face.

“I’m not! I just…I wasn’t ready right then”

I lied, being scared of him literally ripping me in half in reality.

“You sure?”

He asked teasingly and kneeled onto the bed, gripping his shaft with one hand and rubbing his tip up against my entrance, the tight muscles clenching just from the light touch. I nodded, looking down to watch his actions. He began rubbing his dick through my folds, my juices making every inch and vein he had shine underneath the mood lights in the room.

“You see that shit? That pussy just beggin’ for me, baby” he let out a grunt as he attempted to push into me again, my hand immediately flying to his stomach to stop him. “Wait!…promise it won’t hurt?” His head tilted, his face reading a ‘seriously?’ Look.

“I can’t promise you that. But I promise if you want me to stop, I will”

I stared at him for a while, thinking about my decision. I couldn’t really come up with a reason not to continue other than fear, but I knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.

I slowly moved my hands and Erik took that as a sign to continue, attempting for the third time to push into me, only this time the tip of his dick successfully makes it in, a sigh erupting from my throat.

He watched my face contort as he continued to slide inside of me until our hips were touching.

“Fuck…” I mumbled, taking a deep breath. a moan seemingly interrupted everything else I did after that point, every move of my hips making my clit jump and throb, the pain that was once there before now withering away. He soon began to rock his hips into me, his hands slithering up my body and holding my bouncing titties in place. The stretching felt unbearable for a few minutes, my juices seemingly making it both better and worse.

Better by making the thrusts go smoother, but worse because he was getting deeper by the second, so deep that it felt like a bulge had appeared in my stomach, stopping right under my belly button when he thrusted in completely. I know that it was impossible for him to literally be in my stomach but that’s how it felt. And it started to feel good. Really good.

My mouth was stuck open, letting out pathetic whimpers.

“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Erik spoke suddenly, caressing my jaw softly while looking deep into my eyes. I nodded slowly, my hands reaching up to grip the plush headboard above us.

“Unt, Unt. Talk to me, baby. Tell me how that big dick feel”

he groaned, giving me long strokes that had me feeling delusional.

“Yesss, it feels good, daddy—oh my god!”

My words slurred as he suddenly switched his pace, the clapping noise becoming more obvious. He leaned in on my body and wrapped his hand around my throat, adding light pressure while giving me life rendering strokes, my body shaking under him just that quickly.

“I feel it, princess. That pussy squeezing daddy so tight. Tight ass pussy”

he laid a harsh smack on my thigh and I yelped, my hands flying to his arms and my French tips scratching down his brown skin. I don’t know how he knew, but it felt like I was about to explode, my legs clamping around his hips before he let go of me and spread them back open, using them for leverage to thrust into me deeper, if that was even possible with how he was doing me now.

“FUCK!”

I shouted, my back arching and falling against the bed. He watched as my pussy creamed around him, leaving a white coat of it around his dick, just how he liked it.

“There you go, baby. Get that nut”

He smiled and began rubbing my clit. It felt like electricity was running up and down my body, my eyes rolling far back into my head as I moaned louder.

“Nah, look at me, I don’t want you thinkin’ of anything else but this good dick”

He used his other hand and put it behind my neck, pulling me up a little so that I was slightly folded, forcing me to keep my eyes on him.

looking at him felt different than looking away, as if the feeling intensified. It was like he was stealing my soul with just the glare of his eyes on me.

I felt weak and powerless, my last orgasm taking all of my energy. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it either.

Knocking me out of my thoughts, I felt Erik’s hips snap into me, this time it was harder, one stroke taking all of the air out of my lungs as I gasped, holding my breath in my throat.

“Right there—“

I managed to choke out, my eyes trailing down to where we connected, watching him work his magic.

“What was that?” He asked cockily, thrusting into me all the way and swirling his hips. My eyes shut tightly, taking all of him in.

“R- right-..FUCK!”

I tried to speak, but only curses seemed to do me any good. My pussy was filled to the brim with him, my walls gripping him tightly. He rolled his hips with such skill, the shaft of his dick rubbing up against my gspot with the tip of him reaching the back of my pussy.

Him having a slight curve upwards only added to the pleasure, the curve helping him reach places that only he now knew existed.

He smiled at my response, thinking that he would ‘deal’ with my incomplete sentences later.

“I want you to tell daddy how good this big dick is. Explain to me how this dick make you feel again, princess”

He cooed, his tone becoming sweet which completely contradicted his strokes, his hips speeding back up.

I could barely talk, drool pooling into the sides of my mouth with tears leaving my eyes again.

“I- I-“

“Come on. Say it”

He taunted.

He knew I couldn’t, pressure in my stomach beginning to rise again. If he asked me what my name was in that moment I probably would have had to genuinely think before answering.

“This dick got you dumb, huh? My dumb little slut”

He mumbled, his words sending me over the edge completely. My body thrashed around as I squirted all over his dick, some of it getting on his stomach and chest. The force was so strong that it pushed him out, his heavy dick sliding right on top of my clit.

“Gahdamn, baby” he watched the rest of my juices drip onto the sheets, his dick now jumping from sensitivity.

“I-I’m done”

I breathed heavily and closed my legs, the two limbs shaking as if I had been freezing for hours.

“Nah, you getting the full experience, ma. Turn that ass around”

He grabbed my hips and flipped my limp body onto my stomach, earning a cry from me. He sat on top of my thighs and squeezed my ass with his hands, spreading my cheeks apart before spitting down onto my second hole, taking his thumb and spreading it around before slowly easing it inside of my ass.

I choked out another cry, the strange new found sensation making my eyes roll back painfully, my pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.

After a few seconds passed, he was back to his original pace, pounding into my pussy from the back while slowly thrusting his thumb into my ass, the feeling giving me goosebumps and sending a shock to my clit as he smacked on my ass with his other hand before shoving my head down into the pillows under me, muffling my screams.

He leaned down, getting closer to my ear while somehow keeping up his pace, his dick now twitching inside of me more frequently, showing he was close to cumming if the constant dirty talk didn’t already do that, saying things like

“Imma be the best nigga and the only nigga to ever beat this pussy up like this”

“This good pussy all mine? Yeah? Imma lucky ass nigga”

“She so wet for me, baby. She practically droolin”

“Keep grippin’ like that, you gon’ make daddy nut”

he grunted, smacking my ass harder as he dug into me deeply, my toes curling painfully. My pussy was now drenched, my juices spreading around my inner thigh and lips, more of my cream spilling out onto his dick. I was so wet that I couldn’t even feel him rubbing up against my walls anymore, now only feeling when he hit the limit of my pussy, the ‘wall’ not allowing him to go any further.

“Daddy, please”

I begged, the pillow making it come out in a hushed tone. My pussy felt so filled and overwhelmed, my clit getting so sensitive with the sheets rubbing up against it as I laid flat on the bed, letting Erik do his worst, or what I thought was his worst.

“Fuck—…That’s it, baby, lemme use this lil pussy” we both moaned in sync, the man letting my head come up from the pillow for air.

“SHIT!- I’m about to nut!”

He shouted, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and reckless, wet slapping sounds filling the room, accompanying the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall the faster he got, one of the picture frames on the wall falling down along the line. He pulls his thumb out of me and grips my ass harshly, softly biting the top of my ear.

“Keep squeezing, baby. Just like that”

He hums, kissing my cheek softly and pausing his thrusts, grinding his hips into me.

“Erik-“

my bottom lip quivers and he smacks my ass, making me whimper and drop my head into the pillows, shaking my head.

“Now try again” he adjusts himself on his knees again, scratching his neatly trimmed and glossed nails up the sides of my thighs, swollen red stripes following after.

“Daddy—“ I cried out as I felt him ram his entire length into me once more before filling me up with a harsh sigh and a jerk of his hips.

“Fuck…”

he groans and leans up. Slowly pulling his dick out, he watched as some of his cum follows after him, spilling out of me and sliding down to my sensitive clit, my pussy clenching.

—-

“Damn…is that how sex is for everybody?” I asked. It was about an hour later and I was laying there limp as Erik chuckled, grabbing a baby wipe out of my drawer and wiping me off, my hips bucking once he swiped over my clit with the baby wipe. “Nope. But if you stick wimme, I promise it’ll be like that” he kisses my back “every” another kiss. “single” another. “Time” he smacked my ass, causing me to pull my ass up into the air and whimper, my hand reaching back to rub the spot.

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Hopefully the person that requested this likes it, I didn’t know if they were down with the kinky shit but most of my other work looks like this so fuck it lmao.

#michael b jordan smut #smut masterlist #masterlist #michael b jordan #killmonger fic #killmonger smut #killmonger fanfiction #erik kilmonger x reader #killmonger x reader #smut blog #black!fem!reader #black fanfic writer #black!oc #black!reader #black panther smut #smutty #henneseyhoe

[goldenn-moments]

things I need in young royals s3:

• "I love you" "I love you too"

• MORE👏🏼GOLDEN👏🏼MOMENTS👏🏼

• wille in the eriksson house, at home and at ease w at least simon and linda (maybe even Malin included??👀👀)

• simon in the palace, learning the crooks and crannies of the spots of the castle that wille found comfort in as a child (plus an awkward dinner w the in laws, hopefully followed by a royal bedroom scene, if yknow what I mean)

• rosh and ayub seeing wille again and simon being like "guys he's it for me" and the whole reconciliation that I'm sure will have to happen etc etc

• maddie becoming friends w simon and henry and walter being friendlier to simon, including him more - BASICALLY people at hillerska actually valuing simon for once, omfgs

• on the note of hillerska people, felice and simon teaming up to tease wille AT LEAST once. at least. they have so much material it would literally be criminal for them to not tease wille until he's giggling and red in the face

• more hand holding (so much. an obscene amount, actually)

• as edvin said, wille and simon smiling together

• sara redemption, but I kinda want that to be left open ended bc I doubt simon will forgive her all that easily (he will, inevitably. it's who he is. but he's put her first so many times, I want him to pit himself first for once)

• SIMON FINALLY ALLOWING SOMEONE (aka wille) TO FULLY COMFORT HIM AS HE BREAKS DOWN (I just want my boy to have a nice cry and then get all the hugs from wille)

• wille and simon being together in public and not giving a fuck (I mean, obvi they'll care abt being in the public eye. but they won't have to hide, and they'll revel in that, and that's what matters)

• STELLA AND FREDRIKA CONFESSION SCENE + DRAMATIC KISS

• on that note, also wilmon dramatic kiss (in the rain, after something intense happened, or when they're just horny as fuck I DONT CARE. just give me intense wilmon kisses I can use for edits please and thank)

• more exploration into simons family life (which I think we'll get w the sara arc, however they take it), like giving linda more screen time and bc they're probably gonna bring micke back, someone defending simon from micke if he needs it

• wille telling simon abt erik (and maybe even flashbacks??)

• august getting what's fucking coming to him

• wille AND simon breaking the fourth wall (preferably in the beginning of the first ep, bc I kinda want it to end w them walking away from us. but I'd be so down for the series ending w them both smiling at us)

• a look into how the public is reacting - ngl I wanna see the social media comments, the articles, their friends dissing those who are slandering them and at the same time showing them all the public support (I know) they're getting

• far fetched, but maybe a scene where wille and simon are having a Moment (maybe with simon in the palace👀👀) and krissy accidentally sees it and starts to finally fucking understand that taking simon away/denying him is taking away/denying her only remaining son's happiness (I imagine this taking place after an awkward dinner w the in laws)

• a celebration/party scene where wilmon are together and don't have to stare at each other from across a room or hide somewhere in order to be together

• wille defending simon (against their fellow hillerska students, the royal court, hell even micke, idc)

• simon defending wille (against someone from bjärstad who's making assumptions, krissy, the royal court, any of those idc)

-- basically the boys fighting for each other always

• THEM👏🏼AGAINST👏🏼THE👏🏼WORLD👏🏼

• more protective wille bc wille while he's being Crown Prince Wilhelm??? godDAMN

• simon and wille happy under the sun

• kinda related, maybe simon looking like he has a halo through some trick of the light??? paralleling to his glowstick halo in s1???

• wille panicking and simon being there (wille no longer having to be alone when the world gets too much) (do not enter is written on the doorway, why can't everyone just go away? except you - you can stay)

• wille and simon goofing around and being silly, maybe like trying to cook or trying to study or trying to actually play a video game and constantly getting distracted by each other

• simon getting his daily dose of wille's scent, lmao

• SIMON AND WILLE DANCING. dancing alone in one of their rooms, giggling and tripping on each other and swaying back and forth, wille humming a song he wants simon to sing and simon giggling and singing for him. the kind of dance that isn't for anyone but themselves, where they're wrapped around each other and blissfully in love, unable to stop smiling as they twirl each other around (I also wouldn't say no to a formal dance, like a waltz, where they're dancing together in a ballroom or some shit but the whole world melts away until it's just them. or a party scene where they're w all their classmates but they only have eyes for each other. those would be nice too)

• casual touch. so much casual touch. casually holding hands while walking, one of them resting their chin on the other's shoulder as they talk to friends, an arm around the others waist as they stand, sitting in each other's laps while working in a public space, one laying their head in the other's lap, leaning against each other as other things are happening around them. just - wille and simon being casually physically affectionate and always having each other to lean on, in all ways (and ofc, them always being wrapped up around each other. I'm sure wille's need to be close to simon will help me get this)

• henry continuing his curse of being a cockblock (and someone calling him out on it, lmaoo)

• boris. I want more of boris. give me a whole episode w just boris talking to wille and simon, idc, he's amazing and I adore him

• also more of the choir teacher!!! she believes in simon and I want to see her support him more

• simon singing more and flourishing even more in that area (and wille being a love struck fool every time simon sings even one note)

• MORE THAN SIX EPISODES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

• simon and wille getting invited to a girls night

• simon!!! in!!! makeup!!!! (yes, I'm aware this will likely kill wille. both wille and I are prepared to make that sacrifice if it means seeing simon in at least some eyeliner)

• simon and wille pissing of jan-olof and getting the last laugh

• actually, I wanna see jan-olof just croak. just let him die. it's what he deserves😌

• wille and simon having a good support system

• wille's album for simon growing and being able to see the album that I KNOW simon has of wille on his phone

• wille getting his sweater back and teasing simon abt it

• in general, many pretty, cinematic shots of simon and wille just generally being in love

• random, but what happens to my boy rousseau, who didn't deserve all this drama when he's just a horse who wants to eat hay and run free😔

• simon and wille being regular teenagers and being a little stupid around each other hut that's okay bc they're in love

• a parallel to their first meeting, with simon speaking up abt a social issue that these rich kids have no real idea abt, but this time wille chimes in and adds his thoughts and simon just beams at him, and wille can't help but grin bc he's finally saying what he wants to say, tradition be damned

• kinda random but simon interacting w a kid and wille, despite not liking kids all that much, just melting (I will accept simon being cute in general in substitute)

• oh, so out of left field but more of simon's extended family??? like I saw a post on here abt what linda was saying on the phone in the background of one scene, and like she was talking abt a get together??? idk man, I just want simon talking more spanish

• to go off of that, simon teasing wille and spanish and one of two things happening: 1) wille combusts and dies bc simon is killing him w that, or 2) wille surprising simon and speaking back in spanish bc he had to learn it bc he's a royal and simon combusting instead. I would like either variation please and thank

• linda being wille's mom. ik she's not perfect but I just read a fic where he called linda mama and she hugged him and he said "I love you mama" and I kinda want something like that in canon now, ngl

• OH, on the note of linda - her realizing the pressure simon takes upon himself and trying to lighten his burden bc he's her child and should be carrying it all

• wille picking up simon. we know he can do it. so let him, let him pick up his boy whenever he feels like it

• wille and simon playing with each other's hair PLEASE

• I saw a post say that simon should take up fencing to get that extra credit, and now I NEED simon w any kinda sword. please. omar, do a photoshoot or smth, I'm not above begging

• more power walks from simon and wille

• simon and wille being a power couple in general (I'm thinking twin judgemental stares as they stand w each other, glaring and backing each other up, a team in every way possible)

• just,,,, them. against the world. no matter what comes their way

thank you so so much to @mirabel-on-a-bicycle @darktwistedgenderplural @tagalongifyoudare and @retrieve-the-kraken for encouraging me to post this <3 yall are amazing

#sorry for the weird format i copied this straight from my notes app #and thank you!!!! so so much to everyone who encouraged me to post this #youre all amazing <33 #i love this fandom sm #young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #prince wilhelm #wilhelm young royals #young royals s3 #BC I CAN TAG THAT NOW #YOUNG ROYALS BABY

[clearlydiamondz]

Can you do Erik with a bratty gf glasses wearing girl ????

Rule #1: Refer to me as only daddy or sir

Rule #2: No panties

Rule #3: No cumming unless given you permission

Rule #3: No touching unless given permission

Rule #4: Always be honest

Rule #5: Don't be a Brat, Punishment will meet actions

(Y/N) sadly looked at Erik as he got ready for work. She knew that he was going to be busy all day for his 12 hour shift, probably not being able to see her for the rest of the day but that didn't matter. She needed him. She was mad at herself for being tired when she came over. Her classes had her stuck in her laptop and books, so as she soon as she saw his bed she was out like a light.

Erik didn't mind though, he knew that (Y/N) was working hard to become a RN, and he also knew that she needed her rest. Matter of fact, he needed her to have all her rest for Spring Break that was ahead. He was determined to use her to his content, (obviously with her consent) and he needed her to have all her rest. He took off the entire week just to spend time with her. This was the last day.

"Don't look at me like that." he told her. Her pouting, and her eyes enhanced by the glasses made him want to just call out and fuck her senseless now.

"I just miss you. I haven't had you in what.. two weeks?" she complained. He closed his eyes sighing. The way this girl was so persuasive didn't help his need for her. He grabbed her by his cheeks making her look at him. "Please daddy, I just want to put my mouth on it. Two minutes, please?" she pouted again. His squeeze tightened as her glasses moved on her face, being crooked. She fixed her glasses by pushing them with her middle finger in the middle.

"Be a good girl, okay? Daddy will take care of you when he gets home if your good okay? We will go to one of your favorite restaurants, I promise." he told her grabbing his coat and his lunch. He was dreading going into his 12-hour shift at the hospital as a neuro-surgeon.

The two of them met at a medical convention in L.A almost a year ago. Her school decided to do a field trip for all medical students to be able to have a chance of networking. He was a speaker at the convention, and immediately she caught his eye. She was in the front row, taking notes with her iPad with her red zee-loo framed glasses. She asked the most questions, and was the most entuned in the conversation. Obviously, a lot of the girl students were asking questions about him personally because of how good looking he was. (Y/N) was different, she wanted to get all of the details on the health field.

Now, here they are almost a year later, and Erik has have her heart and he has hers. Helping her with her studies, letting have a place to lay her head when she didn't want to be with her roommates.

Her pouting face was now angry, Erik automatically realized it. "Fix your face." he gave her a kiss on the lips as she rolled her eyes. Luckily, he didn't see it as he turned around walking to the door. "Break a rule and your ass is mine! Daddy loves you!" he yelled and he was out the door. She turned around looking at his empty apartment.

12 fucking hours.

She was on hour 8 and she did everything she could think off. She turned in some last minutes assignments, did the laundry, clean out his refrigerator, and cleaned up the entire apartment. She still had time to herself, so she decided to have a little fun. She'll start of small.

Recently just getting out the show, she sat in front of his wide body mirror taking pictures of herself. Some were innocent, some were not so innocent.

Erik sat down exhausted from the five hour surgery of a a traumatic car crash. Grabbing his phone, he saw that their was a few text messages from his dear (Y/N) grabbing it. Opening the text, he immediately put it back to his chest as he saw glimpses of what she was doing.

He turned around to make sure that there was no one staring from behind, before lowering his brightness and looking at the photos. "My God..." he whispered to himself.

There she took an innocent looking picture on the bed with nothing on. He could even see in the picture how she sat where her thighs and ass making her thickness more provident. The only piece of clothing (more like accessory) was those same red framed glasses that made him fall in love even more. The things he wanted to make her do was dangerous.

The next photo was her sitting on the floor, leaned against the bed with her spreading her pussy wide enough for him to see but not enough to see everything. The hints of red on her toes, on her fingers, and her glasses was something that was sending him on edge, especially with her dark skin.

Erik : Did I not tell you to touch yourself.. you tryna get that ass spanked I see.

(Y/N): Daddy I haven't touched myself, I just sent you pictures.

(Y/N): But it's so hard, can I play with one of your pillows daddy?

(Y/N): Technically I wouldn't be touching myself...

Erik : No little girl, what the fuck did I tell you

It was a minute before he received a response. He assumed she was upset with him for denying her a rightfully and much needed orgasm but he didn't care.

He was sadly mistaken.

There in their text thread, was a video of her riding one of his pillows, nipples hard, and clitoris grinding against the pillow. She was definitely in need of a orgasm with the way her clit was swollen and moving against the pillow.

Her eyes was to the back as she continued winding her hips, gripping onto the pillow with one hand and playing with her titties on the other hand.

With his eye twitching, his dick damn near pulsating, he knew he couldn't finish the rest of the shift.

#erik kilmonger x reader #erik stevens #erik stevens smut #erik stevens x reader #killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger smut #erik stevens ua

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 35

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"Andrew, wake up." Andrew felt a hand on his shoulder and he lashed out as he always did. He found himself rocketing towards consciousness as he heard Neil's pained grunt. Panic lances through him as he realizes what he had hit instead of the intruder and he's glad they compromised when he and Neil had started to sleep in the same bed.

Andrew pulls Neil in closer to protect him even as Neil groans at the sudden jolting movement.

He needs to get-

"I already moved your secret pillow knife Andrew." The intruder says as Andrew's hand grasps at nothing. He has a second one but the intruder is now armed and Neil-

"Erik and the Hans Moretti Sword Box are the only combination of me, another guy, and blades being stabbed at me that I will accept. Now, wake up." The familiar sounding intruder says.

Andrew blinks awake.

Nicky's frowning face is staring down at him.

"I need to borrow the Maserati, or you need to drive me to Abby's house. Right now." Nicky says without a hint of the fear.

Or, at least, not fear of Andrew.

"What's wrong with Smith?" he asks holding out his hand for his pilfered knife as he rubs Neil's side where he had lashed out instinctively.

Nicky looks at him for a long moment before handing the knife back to Andrew, "There's...I just feel like something isn't right. I want to be there with him, I shouldn't have left him there." Nicky says.

Andrew didn't disagree.

FF had been relaxed and at ease, drinking the disgusting smoothie that Kevin had forced on him, and Andrew had noticed a hint of a smile on his friend's face.

Then that fuckface showed up and FF had looked worse than when Andrew had stabbed him. He still remembered the garbage that piece of shit had spewed and Andrew hated knowing things about his friend that his friend hadn't told him.

Hated that his brain could piece moments that made a horrible amount of sense now. FF staring at his car the first time before climbing in, how he had requested that Andrew focus on the road, Nicky looking at all of them exasperated "Smithy was going to walk back", and-

“See, you’re still upset over what that guy did. Why are you clinging to the last name of the guy that did this to you?” Fuckface asks from behind them, “He almost killed mom and you. He did kill our two-“

"Stop."

Andrew makes himself stop thinking about it. It wasn't something FF wanted to talk about.

"The keys are where I always put them." he says because he thinks if he gets out of bed he might go hunt fuckface for sport. The thought of seeing fuckface's well fucking face as he hits him with the Maserati is not a bad one.

"Thank you Andrew. Sorry Neil." Nicky says and Neil waves it off having mostly drifted back to sleep as Andrew had rubbed his back mindlessly.

Nicky leaves without another word. Andrew settled back into bed hand still mindlessly rubbing Neil's back. He closes his eyes. He thinks about how FF had looked at those two kids a few weeks back.

He'd looked like a good older brother.

He holds Neil tight, focuses on the feeling of his even breathing on his neck, and listens to Kevin's snoring to think about a monster consuming Daniel whole.

******

Sometimes Matt feels like he misses out on things with his friends. It didn't happen that often and he doesn't regret the Thanksgiving he spent with his Mom and Dan. Not a single atom regrets making hand turkeys with Dan or holding Dan and his Mom's bags during their Black Friday spree.

He still felt ice in his stomach when he heard that some of Nathan's men had come for Neil and that FF had gotten hurt. FF hadn't seemed overly bothered by the injury and Matt was looking forward to having the freshman as a roommate once he was fully cleared by Abby.

FF was a good kid and Matt had a hard time disliking someone who so obviously looked up to and liked his best friend. He'd told Dan about the 'Captain Neil' title and the two of them had just about died talking about how sweet they both found it.

Which is why he feels a certain kind of way when he finds out his Skype date with Dan had him miss out on a face that, based on what he heard from an incensed Aaron, was in desperate need of a punch.

"Where's Nicky?" Matt asks.

"He couldn't stop worrying about Smiths, he doesn't have Friday classes so he mentioned something about sticking with Smiths." Aaron explains over his oatmeal and Matt turns his head towards the wall they shared with Neil, Andrew, and Kevin's room as he hears the blender going. Aaron shovels the remainder of his oatmeal into his mouth, "I gotta go. I'll see you later." he says.

Matt waves his roommate off and wonders what the sudden rush was but it was hardly three minutes later that Kevin Day was bursting into their room without knocking. "Aaron, I need your-" Kevin stops gaze settling on Matt. "Where's Aaron?" he asks.

Matt looks at him, "He just left." he says. Kevin looks to the ceiling in obvious frustration, "Anything I can help with?" Matt asks while at the same time cursing himself for asking.

"Have you had breakfast?" Kevin asks immediately.

"Uh...no?" Matt says.

"Perfect. Drink this." Kevin says shoving a smoothie into Matt's hand. Matt looked at the blue-ish smoothie in his hands and then back up to Kevin. "You asked if there was anything you could help with. Tell me how that tastes." he points at the beverage and Matt recognizes the distinct smell of one of Kevin's health shakes.

"I don't want to do this." Matt says setting the smoothie to the side.

"I'm trying to improve the flavor." Kevin says, "It was brought to my attention that it isn't very...good tasting." Kevin adds sounding like the admission costs him something.

"Just now? You just figured out they taste like butt, just now?" Matt asks incredulously.

Kevin flushes, "Smiths drank it without complaint!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, 'cuz Smithster is nice! Also I think his face is just stuck like that." Matt says.

"There was no way I could have known they were gross!" Kevin argues.

"Kevin, most people TASTE the things they're giving to others." Matt points out and Kevin only grows redder.

"Are you going to help me improve the taste or not?!" Kevin demands pointing at the smoothie, "that's phase one right there." he points at the beverage.

Matt considers it, "This is to make these god awful smoothies taste better for Smithster?" he asks finally feeling like there was something he could offer his friend.

"Yes." Kevin says.

"And you can't just taste them yourself....because?" Matt asks.

"I need multiple datapoints, it can't just be me." Kevin answers immediately.

Matt rolls his eyes but he was not one to deny the scientific process, "Fine." he agrees and grabs the smoothie, "You said this was phase one of improving the flavor?" he asks.

"Yes." Kevin says.

Matt nods and brings the smoothie to his lips.

Bitter. Slimey. Why is it spicy? So Bitter. It's liquid how is it chalky?

He immediately spits it out, "Why does it taste like that?!" Matt demands immediately. "You said it was phase one?!" he hisses.

"That's the control. I needed your opinion on where I was starting." Kevin jerks his head to the side towards the entrance of Matt's dorm, "C'mon, we've got work to do." he says leaving the room without taking his godforsaken smoothie with him.

Matt looks to the ceiling like Kevin had earlier. Honestly, the world had been a darker place since Kevin had to take the required science course last year.

****** There was no singular more 'freshman' thing that FF had done, in Nicky's opinion, than the fact that the kid had early Friday classes. Nicky had gotten to Abby's place late and hadn't slept before, too caught up in a conversation with Aaron.

FF had been awake when he'd gotten to Abby's, staring blankly into the fridge and based on how cold his friend's pajamas were he couldn't help but wonder how long FF had been there. So he herded FF back to bed and FF had pressed his face into Nicky's shoulder and hadn't let go. So Nicky had crawled into bed after FF had nodded his consent.

Nicky had slept terribly.

Still, he woke up with FF's alarm. FF's gaze was about a thousand miles away but he got ready for his two early Friday classes robotically. Nicky shot a text to Aaron and Andrew to let them know that he'd stick with FF for the day to make sure that if Daniel showed up he wouldn't bother FF.

FF walked into a wall as he was texting. "Aw, bud." he says and sets him on a new course.

Andrew texted to tell him that Neil was going to talk with Wymack about not giving Daniel a chance.

He heard another thud, "Oh, Smith don't run into that." he hears Abby say worriedly.

Nicky puts his phone away.

Focus.

He gets FF through breakfast and through the walk to campus. He takes a seat next to FF in his Math class and ignores the narrowed eyes of the person who's usual seat he has obviously taken. He turns in FF's homework, pays attention, takes some notes, answers the clicker questions for FF, and guides him out and over towards his next class.

He sees Daniel being shown around campus by Jack.

He texts Aaron for back-up. The two of them manhandle FF across campus just in time for his Japanese class and Nicky and Aaron swear up and down that they are just there to look in on the class. Nicky hands the clicker off to Aaron since the future doctor's handwriting left a lot to be desired.

Eventually it was done and Nicky and Aaron had to maneuver FF through a truly STARTLING amount of people who wanted to 'have a word' with FF. Nicky remembers that kid from months back. 'The Adonis of the Foreign Language Department'

Eventually through a combination of Nicky's polite declinations, Aaron glowering, and FF walking into another wall they managed to escape the Foreign Language department of Palmetto State University.

"I think we deserve a treat." Nicky says, "Everyone who agrees raise your hand." he adds and raises his own hand before lifting FF's hand up and looking to see Aaron lift his own hand up.

"Are we sure he's okay in there?" Aaron asks waving a hand in front of FF's face as they made their way to an ice cream shop that had excellent waffle cones and was the place that sold FF's favorite triple berry milkshake.

"Yeah, this happens sometimes." Nicky says even if it had never gone on this long with FF having to reboot his system. It feels like his friend may have blue-screened but Nicky's willing to wait it out.

"If you're sure." Aaron says expression giving away how unconvinced he is but he moves along, "Did you do what we talked about last night?" he asks.

"Yeup." Nicky says popping the 'p' at the end.

"Good." Aaron says as he opens the door to the ice cream shop.

****** Andrew is walking to Abby's with Neil, Kevin, and Matt to pick up his car. Nicky had texted Andrew that he and Aaron were hanging out at Abby's trying to get FF to snap out of whatever daze he had fallen into.

"We have to let him tryout and there will be someone from the university there making sure it's all fair." Neil spits the word out with obvious disgust. "Like any of this shit is fair!" Neil kicks a pebble on the sidewalk.

Andrew keeps his thoughts to himself that if Daniel just doesn't make it to the tryouts then there's no issue. This whole mess kicked off because he stabbed FF and Andrew wanted to make it right. FF may not blame Andrew and may still reflexively tell anyone who asks that Romero did it, but Andrew can't forget the moment he looked over and saw his knife in FF's stomach and realized that the blood on his hands was his friend's.

"He might be a good addition to the team." Kevin says.

"Kevin, if you say that one more time I'm going to dump phase 3 down your throat." Matt hisses.

Kevin recoils in visible disgust and notably keeps his mouth shut. Andrew will have to get the recipe off of Matt if it's that effective at shutting Kevin up.

They make the final turn onto Abby's street and Andrew's eyes narrow as he looks at Abby's driveway where there was only one car.

"Where the fuck is my car?" he asks.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #FF - Pt 35 #Fluent Freshman Friday #Ya'll are getting a long one because the Matt POV took me #Jack is showing Daniel around the campus #And the two of them are both growing INCREASINGLY irritated with the other #Because it's two people who can't help but be so far up their own asses #That having to listen to someone be up THEIR own ass? TORTURE. #Jack was showing him around because the Wymack asked him to. #Wymack was hoping that Daniel would leave #Neil was his usual charming self to the board of directors #Which is to say he ripped them apart #Honestly if Andrew was there at the board meeting the last scene wouldn't have happened #Andrew and Neil would be too busy sexiling Kevin to be walking and see FF #But alas #Andrew was doing homework and eating ice cream #Also Matt and Kevin got up to Phase 13 #Because I'm a sucker for keeping up with themes #Andreil

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

What would Erik do if he found out the love of his life got married and had a kid when he went MIA for a few years while on a military mission? Would he track her down at her job and be waiting in the car for her? Would he walk in her office and lock the door? Would he give a fuck about that other plan b nigga?

Destiny had just dropped her twin boys off to her mom’s who agreed to watch them over night so that her and her husband could have some much needed alone time. The kids would be turning two years old soon and Destiny had a lot of party planning to do. She’s s stay at home mom and her husband has a six figure job and pays all the bills. A day for Destiny consists of waking up to get the toddlers together, make her husband breakfast, do her morning Pilates while her son’s played with their toys, take a shower during their scheduled nap time, and then run errands. Errands that includes Home Goods, Starbucks, a pedicure, and a shopping spree, all with her husband’s money.

Destiny didn’t always live like this. Before her husband came into the picture, she was madly in love with a man who she couldn’t keep up with if she tried. Erik Stevens. He was a man full of secrets and living a double life that she knew nothing about because it was for her own safety. Destiny grew tired of lying to her family and friends about Erik, waiting around to start a family and become a wife, watching him pack his bags the next day after he hadn’t been home for 24 hrs. The nerve of him to show up unannounced in the dead of night and thrust ten inches of fat dick up in her with her knees by her ears after being gone with no explanation.

This time around, he’d been gone for two years. Destiny had enough. She blocked him from everything and packed up and moved to Beverly Hills where she got a job as a teacher. There she met her husband who already had a child of his own and they were married within the next year. It’s year three that Erik hadn’t showed up and it’s not like he would be able to find her…right?

Destiny entered her luxury home and went to take a shower and get herself dressed. What Destiny hadn’t noticed is a man dressed in all black waiting for her in her husband’s office. She could see the door was ajar and not thinking anything of it, she walked up to the door only to find the lamp light on. Destiny had an uneasy feeling in her gut. Her husband never left the lamp light on or his office door opened. Destiny pushed it open further and boot covered feet caught her eyes first. The more the door swung back, the more this intruder came to be. Black fitted long sleeve top, black cargos, black boots, shoulder length locs with a temp fade.

“Hi, princess.”

That husky voice could only be from one person.

“Erik.”

She stood paralyzed in that doorway. He slipped his legs from the desk and leaned in, using his finger tips to push the lamp so that it could ignite his face more. When that light appeared across his face Destiny’s eyes went wide. He’s still just as fine as he was three years ago only this time he was bigger; more intimidating.

“Erik—how did you—”

“It was easy. Took me some time to get to you because I’ve been so busy but I’ve been keeping an eye on you. You’re married now?”

Erik picked up a framed family photo from her husband’s desk. Erik reclined back in the chair, fingers stroking his mouth as he studied the photo. It was eerily silent. Destiny watched him with terrified eyes.

“Twins?” Erik questioned.

“Y—Yes.”

“You have the life you always wanted.”

Erik sat the photo down gently. His eyes looked up at Destiny.

“You know, I always thought you’d be waiting for me. Silly of me, right? To think you would want this life with me and only me.”

Destiny looked everywhere but at him.

“You never wanted this, Erik. If you did, you wouldn’t have pushed me away. I was down for whatever back then. Things have changed.”

Hmm,” Erik pushed himself up from his seat behind the desk, “Are you happy?”

“I am. I have beautiful children. I’m a happy wife. I don’t have to wake up wondering if my husband will disappear for months—”

“Your husband ain’t shit, ma.”

Destiny blinked at Erik.

“Excuse me?”

Erik walked around the desk and picked up a folder. He handed it to Destiny. She took it from his grasp and opened it. When she did, the pictures before her eyes shocked her. With a hand to her mouth, tears began to fall from her eyes.

“He’s having an affair. She works for him. It’s been going on since you two have been married.”

“H—I don’t understand.”

Erik started taking steps towards her but Destiny created space between them again.

“Is this who you want to spend the rest of your life with?” Erik questioned.

Destiny looked up at Erik. She still couldn’t believe he was there. All of her old feelings seemed to come back. All the emotions and physical reactions towards him that she kept hidden away. It was overwhelming how one unexpected visit could make that big of an impact. Despite being furious with him, she was happy to see that he was alive and well.

“I had this man’s babies. He proposed to me. So all I am is the mother of his children who takes care of the house while he goes out and does his dirt?”

Destiny’s hands trembled with rage. She thought she would break down and cry but she was more angry with herself than anything. How could she be so stupid? This woman that her husband is messing around with has been around her children. Their busy taking vacations together, her husband purchased her a home, and their welcoming a child.

“Say the word and I’ll kill him.”

Destiny’s eyes snapped up to stare at Erik. She always knew he had a sinister side to him. She always guessed that he was a killer. He didn’t outright admit to it, but there were too many signs hinting towards it. Random stashes of guns, unexplainable bruises and injuries, military-like reflexes. It was just all too telling.

“I mean it. I’ll end his fuckin’ life.”

“You can’t just show up again and think by giving me this everything is good! You left me for two years! What makes you think that I want anything to do with you!”

Erik gave her a sly smirk.

“You never got over me. You only used this nigga as a bandaid. You thought you were in love. Yeah, you had two kids, but that doesn’t mean you truly love him. Probably been a minute since you had that, right? It was a fairytale in the beginning and then reality set in. After the kids he didn’t touch you? After he made you his wife you were to stay home and take care of things? You’re better than that, baby.”

Destiny tried to turn away from Erik but he grabbed her chin to look at him. She didn’t bother to fight him. She knew his words were true.

“I hate that you had kids with that bitch ass motherfucker.”

Erik glanced down at her lips before walking away towards a closet in the office. There, he opened the closet door and Destiny’s hands flew up to cover her mouth. There, bound and gagged was her cheating husband. He was bloodied and beaten.

“He doesn’t deserve you. He never deserved you.”

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[gerec]

Gerec’s Favorite Fics - 2023

Here's a list of some of my favorite fics posted this year. A great big thanks to everyone still writing for this fandom; I know I'm very grateful to have all these amazing stories to read and to share!

Repeat Offenses by populuxe

“Prickly bits aside—hell, for the two of them, prickly bits included—it almost felt like a date. Which is stupid on multiple fronts. Grudgingly buying your ex a meal after he grudgingly bails you out of jail is obviously not a date.”

Five times Charles bailed Erik out of jail—and one time he didn’t.

melt your headaches, call it home by joshriku

Two decades later after the last time he saw Charles Xavier, Erik's children lead him right back to him.

Of course, it's never easy to look at the ex love of your life and realize you're not over them, not even in the slightest.

superposition by borninsideatornado (wip)

erik is a race car driver coming off the worst year of his life. charles xavier may be his last hope.

The Plus-One by populuxe

When Erik grudgingly agrees to play Raven's boyfriend at her terrible family's holiday party, he'd thought the biggest challenge would be staying sober enough to make it convincing. But then he meets Raven's extremely hot—and extremely infuriating—stepbrother, and everything starts to get complicated.

my heart knows your name by borninsideatornado

Once they’ve finally got him in bed, Charles works up the courage to ask if he might stay for a few days, because being rejected can’t be worse than seeing Erik in pain. But Erik only says, “I think that would be good.”

or: charles and erik have been broken up for years, occasionally falling into each other. things might change for good when erik lands himself in the ER where charles works. it’s all a bit of a hanukkah miracle.

This Terrible Desire To Be Loved by riais (jeriais)

Erik clings to his past, Charles detaches from his present. Somehow, they meet in the middle. Modern Au, no powers.

the pride and disgrace by ballantine

I am grand, said Charles. Did you know, I can make people think the sun is shining? I am giving them the most beautiful weather they have ever seen. They don't feel the wind or the rain, only the love of their companions. I am fostering the brotherhood of man, one heart at a time.

“Okay,” said Hank.

twenty four hours from tulsa by intentation

After having self-emancipated (aka run away), Erik's been holing up in a shitty motel while he figures out his next step. When Charles Xavier moves into the room just down the hall, Erik discovers his new favorite pastime: sex.

the pain will remind us of each other by borninsideatornado

It’s always felt alien, the way he feels about Erik. Too big for his body, too much to hold in his heart. But finally, finally, it makes sense.

Because at the end of the world, it’s him. It’s always going to be him. —

when logan lets charles see his future in days of future past, he talks to erik instead.

rendezvous by inthebelltower

“Tell me no,” Erik says. “Tell me to leave.”

Heartbeat by druswriting

People say that it’s a bad idea to be friends with your ex. People say that it’s an especially bad idea to be friends with your ex, if your ex is Erik Lehnsherr.

Unfortunately for him, Charles is an optimist. Unfortunately for him, Charles believes he can make friendship work with anyone. Unfortunately for him, Charles believes no one is beyond repair. Fuck, he’s such an idiot.

Well, at least the sex is good.

Dead Box by ByCandlelight

“We should keep moving,” Raven said softly, and so Erik rose to his feet. There was an ache in his knees that didn’t used to be there.

“Charles would love this planet,” he said unthinkingly, and something shuttered across her face.

Travels with Charles, in Search of America by midrashic (wip)

The world ends, but life goes on—until it doesn't.

Seventeen-year-old Erik Lehnsherr has never left the underground shelter that protects a small band of survivors from an Earth wracked with radiation as its magnetic poles reverse. When the settlement encounters a deadly threat, he embarks on a dangerous odyssey with new arrival, walking encyclopedia, and enormous pain-in-the-ass Charles Xavier in the hopes they can find what they need to save the settlement—before the coming winter or unpredictable magnetic storms bring death to not just them, but everyone they love.

Weak by Sotano (comics cherik)

For an hour he keeps himself alive without a heart, pumping his own blood with his powers. It was never going to last. Magneto dies on the Red Planet.

He's the only mutant in history Charles can't bring back.

Containment by feathershollyandgolly

Guilt swirls within as Charles watches the concrete door slide open. As he enters a hollow prison, both modest and intimidating. He is well aware that what he is about to do is a terrible thing.

Detours Along the Way by AndreaDTX (wip)

Erik Lehnsherr has been elected as the President of the United States of America, the youngest in history and the first ever known Mutant. Charles Xavier, his mate, is right by his side. But as Erik's first term begins, the couple braces themselves, knowing that getting elected is the easy part.

twice saying pardon (In Every World There Is You and Me Remix) by winter_hiems

After the events of X-3, Erik is powerless and alone. By chance, he ends up in an alternate universe – in Genosha, where mutants rule and are safe from harm. In Genosha, there is another version of himself. A version that has Charles Xavier by his side.

Another Love by Mataolma 

One bad day, a stranger arrives at Charles' house. The soldier says his name is Logan and that he was Erik's best friend when they served in the Mexican War. Logan brings bad news: Erik died in the war, and Charles must decide what to do with his life now that the man he loves is gone.

#gerec rambles #cherik #gerec's fic rec #fic rec #2023 favorites #long post #cherigan

[paisholotus]

Lovely

Erik Steven's (Killmonger) x black fem reader

Summary: Erik takes his wife out on their anniversary.

Warnings: Strong Language, Drinking & Smut.

Translations: Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana ( Tell Me What You Want, Baby?) Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana? ( You Gon Let Me Taste You, Baby?) Uhlala undiqinisa, mama ( You Always Tight For Me, Mama) Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho ( Come Here, And Get On Your Knees.) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( I Love You, Too)

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: this is inspired by the Songs Lovely & Poison by Brent Faiyaz. This MF Long, hope you enjoy tho

3rd Pov

Erik and Y/N are celebrating their eighth year anniversary today. Erik planned to take her out tonight. They've been married for eight years and have been together since they were teenagers.

Erik watched Y/N bend down to put on her heels as they prepared to leave the house. His gaze moved over her body, focusing on her ass. He smirked as he licked his lips, revealing his gold grills in his mouth.

He walked behind her, squeezing her ass and kissing her neck. "You look good as hell, mama." Y/N, turn around and mirrored his smirk, showing off her matching grills. She encircled her arms his neck and kissed his lips, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth wider for her, Their tongues swirled around each other, groaning in each other's mouths. Erik tightened his arms around her waist and gripped her ass.

Y/N pulled away, biting on Erik's bottom lip, causing Erik to slap her ass telling her to stop. She let go of his lip and gave him a seductive smile. "Keep that shit up, and Imma fuck you on the kitchen table." He said this while looking her in the eyes.

Y/N let out an audible moan, and Erik pecked her lips again, ushering them to the front door and tapping her ass as they walked out. 

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Erik treated his wife to dinner and shopping, and he bought her whatever she desired. And Y/N got Erik whatever he wanted, which wasn't much considering he claimed he didn't want anything but her butt ass naked on their bed tonight.

He reminded her that the kids were staying with his parents for the night, so they had the entire house to themselves and could be as nasty as they wanted to be.

Erik didn't mind that Y/N wanted to go to this new club that had just opened up in the area because they hadn't been clubbing in a while.

They walked into the club, and to say it was crowded would be an understatement. Y/N had to calm Erik down so he didn't punch someone in the face, because niggas kept trying to get at her right in front of him.

 

They sat down and ordered drinks, scowling at the trash music and laughing at the people on the dance floor who couldn't dance for shit.

They raised their glasses, clinking them together, and sipped the strong brown liquid. Hearing Brent Faiyaz play throughout the club, Y/N's ears perked up and she smirked.

She took Erik's hand in hers and pulled him up. "Let's go dance, Daddy" He returned her smile and let her lead him to the dance floor.

I almost fell in love with you

After the club last night

It don't know what you do

Money's gonna treat you right

Erik turned her around and gripped her waist as she whined into him. Erik copied her movements and put one hand on the back of her neck, pressing down on the arch in her back, making her throw back her ass harder on him.

Girl, don't act like you changed

When we both know you can't

And I know you love me

Cause i think you're lovely

Erik picked her up, turned her around, and pressed his lips against hers. Y/N sucked on his bottom lip and stucked her tongue into his mouth. Erik grabbed her jaw and pushed his tongue down her throat.

Girl check my coat

Drop that as on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

He pulled away from her and stared at her with lust in his eyes. "You ready to go, baby?" He said, smirking down at her.

Girl, check my coat

Drop that ass on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

She licked her lips and smirked at him and said, "mmhm, I'm putting dat ass to sleep tonight." Erik smiled back at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head.

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Nasty time 😏😏

Erik slowly pulls away from her lips making her let out a whimpering sound, causing him to chuckle.

"Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana?" He demands licking his bottom lip and her eyes followed the movement her being reminded all the things his tongue can do.

Her clothes and his clothes fell in a pile on the floor within seconds. They haven't had sex in awhile because of how busy they have been, Erik picked Y/N up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, walking them to their bed.

Know you ride it right

I might just die tonight

But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)

I know it's bad for me

And you know it tastes so sweet

I think I need your abuse baby

"Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana?"

Erik mumbled biting down on her neck, making sure to leave a hickey. "Stop teasing me, baby." Y/N whined. He flips her over so he's on top of her, Y/N felt his dick and began stroking him through his pants receiving a deep groan from him.

Girl, you do damage to me

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby

He folded her legs to her chest and slid in and she let out a deep moan at the fullness of him. Y/N forgot how long and thick Erik was, she hissed at him stretching her out. She grabbed on to his shoulders as they rocked against each other, moaning in sync. One of the many things Y/N  loved about Erik was he never had a problem about being vocal.

"Fuck! Uhlala undiqinisa, mama." He groans biting on his lip, staring into her eyes. Y/N smirked and kissed his lips, scratching up his back making him moan.

Girl, you know I play my role when I'm inside that

With my hands around your throat I know you like that

Girl, I'll do anything

To hear you scream my name, I love your game, I do, I do

He kissed on her neck and trailed his kisses down the valley of her breast before his mouth latches onto her left nipple. He pulls away and gave the other one the same attention, slightly pinching the other one, making her let out a high pitch moan.

"You...taking...this dick like a pro, mama. Fuck, clench around me again." He groans and Y/N could tell he was close to Cumming by the way his thrusts became sloppy.

Hey, oh-oh

Girl, you do damage to me (you)

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby (woah-woah-woah-woah)

He pulled out making Y/N whine at the loss of her climax fading. She looked at Erik confused and seen how dark his eyes were.

"Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho." He growls at her, but she eagerly stood up and followed his directions. He slapped her ass and she dropped down to her knees taking his length into her hands.

He grabbed her throat and made her look up at him, "who dat pussy and mouth belong to?" Y/N moan at the pressure he was adding to her neck. He took his dick and slapped her cheek, "WHEN I ASK YOU SOMETHING, YOU ANSWER THAT SHIT!"

A/N: I'm sorry but that made me cackle a lil bit 🤣🤣

Y/N quickly nodded and said, "I'm all yours, N'Jadaka." And he slammed his dick into her mouth making him groan. "This your dick, huh? Then take that shit?" A string of curse words came out his mouth, watching all the saliva she was collecting from using both of her hands.

"Gah damn baby Fuck! Just like that....DAMN YOU NASTY! But that's why I love you baby. Keep doing that shit, and imma put another baby in yo ass." He moaned out throwing his head back in pleasure.

Erik choked his breath getting caught in his throat. He shuddered and he shot his cum down her throat. Y/N sucked and licked him clean and stood up giving him a kiss. Erik picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist laying her back on the bed.

Girl, you do damage to me

But I love it babe

Oh, you're poisonous baby

He brushed her hair out her face and kissed her forehead. "Happy Anniversary, baby love." Y/N smiled at him softly and kissed his lips, "Ndiyakuthanda" She mumbled. He pulled her closer and wrapped both arms around her, pulling the blanket up. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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[nareyacute101]

Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

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[ghostsprettymama]

Mona Lisa.

" your wish is my command,"

A/N: my first writing hopefully a Story maybe, leave a like while u at it :3  (modern au, t'challa, shuri, and Erik have no familial relations, minor characters are mentioned but no sexual events with them.)

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warnings: peer pressure, manipulation, violence, drug use, smut, 18+ please, swearing,  oral, alcohol use. And

word count: 3,203 words 17,166 characters

Pairings | gang member ! Shuri x Black! reader, the reader having a crush since childhood.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

Part two. Part three.

Y/n L/n a girl with her family finally moved back to her hometown, she sure missed her old friend Shuri. Her sneaky ass was happy since she knew her friend still lived in ATL, specifically the neighborhood her family stays in.

Shit, for sure she was tired of her brother Erik's loud ass snoring, "mom can you wake him up? He's so loud!" She said, annoyed at his obnoxious snoring. He sounded like he was having the dream of his life, shit maybe you would sound like that too if your bitchass would sleep when told to😒.

"He gets that from your father, querido. Wake him up gently, i dont wanna hear his whining." (darling). your father had taken offense to the smart remark, giving your mother the side eye and a stank face. " Well, they both got your sass, and be quiet cuz ik damn well you didn't forget who was driving," he said, playing with her. Your mother put her hands 

up as a fake surrender. You wanted love like your parents, but yk nobody in ATL gonna give you that.

You shook your brother, not as gently as your mother wished, but he'll be alright. After enough shaking he woke up stretching, then of course staring you down. "can't have shit with you around Y/n always gotta be the #1 hater for what.." he said, looking at you like you had lost your damn mind. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on Instagram.

Then you came across your childhood best friend's Instagram page. It was her. Shuri, your cheeks went a little red, and your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. 

You Followed her, wanting to dm her but hesitated to, but you proceed to stalk her account, like some photos, and watch her story, something in you was proud. She had a big platform and was making a lil' money off of it. Good for her. You wanted to dm her and yet you hesitated, After all, she might not know who the hell you are, knowing you'd look crazy as hell dming her, even more, crazy saying stuff she probably won't remember.

Erik glanced over shaking his head " Aint that the one girl you like" he cocked an eyebrow staring you down, he already knew the answer but wanted you to say it "She’s no- you tried to speak and yet got interrupted by your brother. "yeah right, ever since we was 5 all you did was play with her, and only look at her. Shit, I remember you throwing a ball at her brother's head for being mean to her" he said, shaking his head " you do like her but you're  1.) in denial 2.) oblivious" he finished. 

Damn, he ate that, he even left you speechless, you stared off trying to think of a comeback knowing damn well you don't got one, your grip of steel loosened on your phone and he took it dming shuri for you.

Suddenly you snapped out of it trying to get  your precious baby back, but of course, your brother is stronger and "better". he kept one hand on ur face keeping you away from the phone, as he texted shuri for you.

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Erik pov

"Damn," I said biting my lip, "Told you so," My younger sister Y/n said, "Mann you ain't tell me shit, at least she remembers your shy ass." I said kissing my teeth and making a sound with it, throwing the phone back to Y/n.

I gladly will support my Lil sis thru this, I just don't fw her brother, and T'challa doesn't fuck with me. 

We keep it lowkey and don't fight in front of them, it ain't their business anyway.

She should date Shuri anyway, T'challa 's hoe ass doesn't deserve my sister anyway.

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Y/n pov

I smiled at the message, my eyes lighting  up with joy, I can tell Erik is happy that I'm smiling at least, my dad parked in front of our house, damn it's big, telling us to gtfo the car.

I quickly texted shuri something hoping id get a good answer. 

(darling)

Then you heard running in the house and a woman came out, your eyes went up and down her body scanning her to see if it was shuri. your shuri.

you looked at her fit and slim body, her wearing a sports bra and jogging pants so low that you could see her v line,  you moved your eyes to her upper body, her unmarked pretty chest,  her untouched neck and collarbone, and last but not least her face looking as if it were sculpted by the gods, my god her jawline.

Her jawline was something you could mark up for the world to see, and her pretty plump lips were kissable, soft, and plush. her pretty button nose. You enjoyed it dearly and it complimented those beautiful eyes.

I shook my head that you don't like her. At least you thought that, you didn't even know why your mind was thinking like this.

You ran up to her and hugged her tightly " SHURIII I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!", you hid your face in the crook of her neck and then gave her a friendly kiss, she lifted you, your legs automatically wrapping around her built waist. "y/n!  Sithandwa! " Shuri wrapped one hand around my ass to cover it  since my skirt was rising and the other around my waist

"Y/n! the movers are finished, you and Erik enjoy being outside me and your pa are gonna set stuff up" my mom yelled as she and dad went inside slamming the door.

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SHURI POV

she smirked at the messages shaking her head, shuri got up from her bed and quickly got dressed.

Of course, she remembered her childhood best friend, she thought about her and wrote about her, for 13 years straight in 35 hub notebooks. 

But of course,  Shuri wouldn't let her know allat, she wanted to have some fun with the girl, so she checked y/ns pages looking at posts, highlights, and everything.

Damn, she grew up.. She looks different now, especially her body... haven't seen her in a bit. damn, that ass. she liked a video of her working out at the gym, Shuri's eyes went to her chest as she bit her lips. exiting off her page.  I'm not gonna do anything dumb, take it slow, it's your bestfriend shuri you can't fuck around with her like them flings at school. she smacked her head, before she turned around opening the blinds of a window close by her  bed, she saw a car hoping its y/n, and her heart raced as she squinted seeing Erik in the car.

She knew it. y/n was there, and she got a notification from Instagram, from "Y/n 🫶🏽" she confirmed that it was indeed her in that honda civic.

Shuri texted back w speed, running out of her room and almost falling down the stairs, her speed startled her older brother T'challa  " Girl what the fuck are you doing running around like a damn cheetah???" said T'challa giving his sister a look like she lost her damn mind.

"what's got you in a rush 'anyway?" T'challa said standing up, towering above the 5"8 female slightly.

Shuri looked him up and down, returning his curious look with a stank face " if you don't back your black ass the fuck up.." she rolled her eyes stepping back "Y/n's back and I miss her so I'm gonna go see her outside. come out or not grouchy ass " shuri walked outside, her brother following behind watching from the door Frame.

" damn.." me and T'challa both said under our breathes looking at y/n, "you can tell she's checking you out, her gayass can't even hide it" T'challa laughed quietly staring at Y/n then his mood changed seeing erik lean against the car, and watching him

Shuri knew damn well they didn't fuck w each other, hes not as dumb as Y/n with social cues. It was shuri’s turn to study y/n, shuri slowly traced her eyes up the curvy woman's body, stopping at her pretty breasts, she bit her lip snapping out of it when y/n jumped on her. "ingaba le ntombazana isisidenge itsibela umntu inxibe isiketi esifutshane..." (is this stupid girl jumping on someone in a short skirt...) said T'challa, his voice raspy when speaking his native tongue.

 "Watch your mouth," Shuri said in a threatening tone, understanding Xhosa while the Beautiful girl in her arms didnt. Her doe eyes looked at shuri then T'challa.

Erik got closer sitting on the step.

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Y/n's pov

When she looked at T'challa he stared back, her innocent eyes lost in his eyes full of things she wasn't ready for, he smiled innocently while his eyes meant something else, it felt like a cat hunting a mouse.

She looked away eventually letting T'challa win the stare-off turning her head to Erik as she yawned

"Erik can you believe it! they still remember us!" she giggled with a smile, Erik nodded staring at the sky as it began to rain down hard "mmh it's raining.. I don wanna ruin my hair..." she sighed. Erik motioned to grab her  from shuri and she repositioned her to be at her side

"Easy big and strong, you guys can stay with us till the rain stops" said shuri looking at T'challa with pleading eyes hoping he'd say yes.

T'challa looked at Erik, his eyes saying "fuck no" only because it's T'challa. "mmh.." he thought abt it yes come in" he nodded moving from the door.

They came in one by one, shuri sitting by Y/n, Erik on the steps, and t'challa sitting at the door.

Eventually, the tension eased, and they'd all be heard laughing and talking about stuff they missed in their childhood, that or reminiscing. 

Shuri would notice y/n is fast asleep, her head on her lap.

"so.. does she still like me?" shuri eyes Erik " she was blushing when she found your page and was acting like a middle schooler too shy to text you yada yada," said Erik leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

Shuri smiled "I just wish she would say it" she shook her head gently, stroking her head, running her hand thru y/ns braids.

"I'm gonna bounce, I rather sleep at my house, and have her home when 

she wakes up" Erik left and T'challa had gone to his room.

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SHURI

"let's get you somewhere nice to sleep."

she gently would pick up y/n  bridal style,not trying to wake her, she locked the doors before moving upstairs to her room.

Shuri would take her shoes off and put her in some old pjs she had. tucking her in and getting with her.

shuri closed the blinds and the curtains, dimming the lights and getting ready for a rest.

hours later

Shuri woke up to  y/n watching tv, she shook her head and went under the covers and appearing between y/ns legs laying her head on y/ns lap.

"Hey ma. Shouldn't you be leaving?" shuri said in a raspy morning voice. this got Y/n soaked to her core, she noticed the sudden heat but was too tired to embarrass her about it. 

"Ma? that's a new nickname." y/n looked down at her stroking her head, shuri hummed while Y/n watched tv. " you know I'm so glad that you remember me, shit, 'd cry if you didn't" said y/n

shuri smiled chuckling" let's get some drinks yeah? im thirsty" she gave a tap to her butt causing y/n to jump. Shuri left 

first to the kitchen leaving y/n upstairs.

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Y/n

Y/n blushed, thinking that it was weird for friends to do this. but it was shuri, and she didnt mind at all, when she got off the bed, she went to the bathroom to find herself in a shirt, Shuri's shirt and  pretty panties she had on.

did she... Y/n thought to herself, blushing.  they were both girls and friends, she shook her head, overthinking it, skipping on down the kitchen and there she was, drinking from the bottle, Hennessy. she had a cup for y/n  ready to join her . "to my friend coming back!" she smiled, clinking her bottle yo y/n's cup.

"I um, never had any before shuri. I dont know" y/n said kind of worried, looking at Shuri with her pretty doe eyes " dont be a pussy n drink up." her voice sounded commanding, not the usual soft tone she had with y/n.  but either way, something in y/n liked it, she got more aroused and obeyed shuri's orders automatically, she didn't know why but she just wanted to please her.

She gagged at the taste sticking her tongue out in disgust but drank every cup poured for her till she was giggling on the table.

"man i should get home shuri" y/n would  hiccup looking at her. but  got no reply, shuri was texting sb. Her body wasn't too far from y/n, so she pulled her closer with her legs putting the phone aside. 

"Put the phone down. I want attention * hiccup * " y/n  said tracing a finger down her body, "damn shuri you look so goooood..." she tightly closed her legs while staring, shuri looked at y/n then her phone, deciding to play the intoxicates ones game.

"Don't need T' stare y/n.. tell me what you like,"  shuri said. y/n had the drunk confidence, she didn't feel shame temporarily "i like everything I see..." your hands went up and down her body as you bit your lips. "but these clothes gettin' in the way.." you slowly would look down her body, your pussy turning into Niagara falls.

Shuri gave a light tap on your ass before feeling you in all the right places, but she wouldn't go further without your consent. "can i- "just fucking touch me shuri" you hissed out, obviously wanting shuri so bad " say it then princess" shuri said looking into y/n's eyes, but it wasn't her soft look anymore, she was hungry, hungry for you.

" Please shuri, I need you so bad, everything you do just fucks with my mind, please just fuck me already " you whined out, sounded like a melody to her ears, she'd move stuff off the counter putting the alcohol back in the fridge. then went back to y/n  moving her waist more towards her, Y/n would support her body with her arms as shuri took y/n’s panties off  spreading your legs.

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You gasped at her strength, how quickly she grabbed your legs and spread them, you were shocked you were doing this with your best friend, damn, didn't know Hennessy made bitches gay.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty pussy being so soaked just for her, "all this just f'me Y/n? " she chuckled " y- before you could even get a word in her mouth attacked your pussy, her tongue causing you so much pleasure, your body grinded and rocked against her tongue, your pretty moans filled the room.

Shuri gripped your thighs glaring up at you, damn she was sexy from this angle"Sthandwa, let me take care of you" (my love). You nodded your pretty doe eyes rolling back at her tasting you and abusing your clit "fuck shuri I feel something in my tummy" You said feeling the knot form in your stomach "that's good, js means you’re gonna cum soon my Inbazana " said shuri taking a break from attacking your pretty pussy.(my girl)

"mmh why did you stop shuri" you whined as she'd chuckle " hold it f'me yeah?" she said as she went back to tasting you, her tongue doing tricks against your clit. "i-ill try," you said stuttering from all the pleasure you were getting, grinding against her tongue again since her hands moved, your head tilted back as your eyes rolled back, you moaned softly not wanting to wake T'challa up.

then you felt her long fingers enter you, you arched your back moaning loudly, a soft tear falling from your eyes "Ah? do you like it sthandawa? like feeling my fingers" she slowly thrust them in your pussy as her tongue will still attack your clit, nice and slow this time.

She began to gently suck her lips against your clit at the same pace, your hand moving to her hair automatically, you couldn't even control your body right now, all you were doing was speaking and acting on impulse.

She kept going swapping with sucking and licking your clit, you whined wanting to cum so badly " please shuri please can I? I wanna cum so bad please" you whined, looking at her with your pleading doe eyes, this whole time her eyes remained on you, every reaction of yours turned her on to the max. You began grinding against her faster, you needed her so damn bad.

"Hmm..." she thought about it going faster with her licks and sucking, her fingers finding your g-spot and abusing it, you threw your head back moaning, not caring how loud you were, suddenly you heard that T'challa was up and moving "please let me cum shuri please. ill let you do what you want to me for a week." she smiled at that deal nodding, making it final

The girl attacked Y/ns pussy her fingers brushing up against the g-spot nice and good, her licking and sucking causing y/n pure ecstasy as she squirted in shuris mouth, T'challa was almost near the kitchen before she licked her clean before moving her from off the counter, keeping her panties.

"What the hell is going on with all this damn noise Ri?" said T'challa dressed in only sweatpants and damn was he built

"ah.. yeah we were talking, now we're gonna go back to sleep bye!" shuri ran with y/n back to her room locking the door behind her.

T'challa sighed turning on the kitchen light and seeing the mess that happened " did these niggas... fuck on my counter... and not clean it up" he looked repulsed cleaning up after them

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The two girls cuddled each other, Shuri's leg resting between y/ns thighs, they looked at each other and smiled, shuri closed her eyes beginning to drift off to sleep

"Are we still friends...?" Y/n said, looking up at her hoping she'd say yes, Shuri opened her eyes and smiled " of course" she kissed Y/n's head before closing her eyes and her own

As they slowly drifted off to sleep.

#shuri #shuri x y/n #shuri smut #erik killmonger #t'challa #black reader #shuri fic #shawtytharula #Spotify #shuri x black!reader #wlw smut #princess shuri #shuri black panther #mcu smut #black panther smut #shuri udaku #lesbian #letita wright #monalisaseries

[lokisivy]

Haiiii could I get some fluffy head cannons for Michael b Jordan or killmonger? Like him being a gentleman or something? I like flufffff

backstory if you want

Erik has always been known as cruel or a murderer but no one ever l you had met him in uni before her went to Afghanistan. yes he had changed when he came back he was always mad. he would fuck it out and you were there. Although you never talked to him during his time in the marine when he came back he looked for you. he told you how much he missed you thought he was just calling for a booty call since he never send you anything during the time he was away. it turns out he knows how important getting your PhD was for you and he knows you would get distracted waiting for him.

he was very affectionate he always cuddled and gave you kisses but after coming back from the marine you had to ask for them he would hesitate but with time he becomes the same person you loved before.

He cooks dinner for you when you're working late in the lab. Even though he is a horrible cook, the effort makes it all better than the food.

his not that great at saying what's on his mind but he shows it in a physical way.

that time he was mad about you going out alone at midnight to a sketchy area to get an element you needed for your project.

he was scared to lose you he just got you back.

"You can't be risking your fucking life like you have fifty of them!"

"Why are you so mad nothing happened to me."

"You could've been killed Y/N or worse raped or sold! I saw a lot of shit like this and it's way worse than being dead!"

"Erik Im fine I get that you were scared for me but you yelling at me won't fucking change anything."

he knows your right he isn't used to talking calmly

"I'm sorry... it's just I can't lose you, so much time has run out on us." he sat down on the couch

"I know baby but we have the rest of our lives to make up for it." you knelt in front of him.

he kissed you so passionately knocking the air out of your lungs.

he didn't stop there he made you ride his face as a way of saying sorry.

it was fucking amazing the way he pushed your cunt harder against his face while he took it all. you actually thought he loved it more than you did because he came with you even though he did not touch himself, just an occasional rub to get rid of the aching pain from all the pressure.

he always took really good care of u when it came to pleasuring you.

he always hugs you when you were sad, got you food when you were hungry and would get you flowers just to make you happier on the good days.

he never failed to make it good for you and these small gesture makes you fall in love more with him.

#killmonger imagine #erik killmonger #michael b jordan #creed 3 #adonis creed #adonis #erik kilmonger x reader #micheal b jordan x reader

[randomshyperson]

New Romantics - Chapter Five - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 4.606k

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Chapter Five - The First Apologies

Novi Grad, Tuesday 07:35 pm

"Looks like someone had a fun night." That was the first thing Wanda heard entering the house. It was her own fault, of course, she had spent the whole way back with a silly smile on her face and even as she took off her shoes and coat at the door, her murmur of Good Night to her father in the kitchen was more content than usual.

Erik was chopping vegetables and offered a wink to his daughter who tried to disguise being caught. 

"Yeah, I was with my friends." She commented, and Erik let out a soft exclamation, tossing some tomatoes into a pot.

"And how is Jean, and Eve, and what was the name of the other one, Anna, right?"

Wanda swallowed dryly, and took courage, approaching the opposite countertop. "I don't hang out with those girls anymore, papa." Erik was surprised, but it was more curiosity than anything. He continued cooking but hummed in signaling that he was listening. Wanda sighed. "We had a fight, and we stopped being friends."

He wiped his hands on a dishcloth, looking at his daughter. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. You guys were so close. No chance for reconciliation?"

Wanda shrugged. "I fucked things up-sorry." She regrets the swearing with a look from her father, who shakes his head in a short laugh saying it's okay. Wanda sighs again. "I made a bad mistake, and I hurt them. And they hurt me back. So I don't think I have any chance of making things right."

Erik nodded, reaching up to kiss his daughter's forehead. "Young people fight all the time, friends mostly. If time doesn't heal the wounds you have, it's okay to move on. You just need to know that you can always talk to me, okay? I miss that." He says, and Wanda smiles, briefly hugging him by the waist before leaving the kitchen to take a shower.

Pietro, who is lying on the bed with the door open, gets up in a jump as soon as he sees her pass in the hallway, and calls her quietly. Wanda turns to her brother with curiosity.

"You're having dinner with us tonight right?"

She laughs confusedly. "Yes?"

He nods eagerly. "Great, I have to talk to you two about something."

"Pietro, you are acting so weird, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, but it's important. I'll talk to you at dinner." He insists, and she frowns but eventually gives in on not bothering him.

As she is sorting clean clothes for the shower, her cell phone rings. Her face lights up immediately when she unlocks her phone and there is a picture on Instagram marked with her name. It is one of the doodles you made of her playing the guitar, and you posted it on the stories.

She replies to you with "When will I be able to take the painting home?"

And she feels her heart miss a beat when you respond with "The painter is coming with it, sorry."

She sighs as she flirts back, "I don't see the problem."

You send a shy emoji and a heart, and Wanda thinks it best to get in the shower before her family notices the color of her cheeks.

Novi Grad, Tuesday 08:24 pm

The pasta was delicious, and Wanda never ceased to be amazed at what a good cook her father was. A few minutes into dinner, chatting away, she almost forgot about Pietro's earlier anxiety, but he sure was growing tense by the minute.

When Erik finished telling them about the mid-year event the Hospital was thinking of doing, his eldest son cleared his throat and put down his fork.

"There's something I need to say."  He announced half-pale. Erik frowned and took a sip of the red wine.

"What is it, boy?"

Pietro swallowed dryly, exchanged a look with his sister, and replied:

"I'm quitting the track team."

Erik gave a confused laugh, "Pietro, don't be ridiculous. How do you plan to get a sports scholarship if you're not on the team?"

Pietro stares at his father, "I'm not going to college anymore."

Erik laughs again, thinking it is some kind of joke. He exchanges a look with Wanda, but the girl is equally surprised by the whole thing. Erik stops laughing.

"What is this, huh? Some kind of teenage crisis? If you wish to change your major, let's talk about it. But you are going to college. I made sure that you, both of you, got a good education and opportunities-"

"Crystal is pregnant."

The table falls completely silent for a full minute. Wanda moves first, and it is to pick up the bottle of wine and take a whole sip. Erik is in such shock that he doesn't even react to it.

"I beg your pardon?" The man then asks, as pale as his son.

Pietro looks like he might start crying at any moment. "She, we want to keep the baby. Take responsibility. We're not going to college, we're going to raise this child together, our families have some structure after all, and if one day either of us wants to go back to school, it will be at another time."

Pietro continues listing the reasons why this is a great idea, and about getting a job and living in the beach apartment, but Erik starts coughing. He puts his hand to his chest, and Wanda is screaming just as he starts to fall over onto his side.

"Pietro, for the love of god, call an ambulance!"  She holds her father up before he hits the ground, but he is clearly having a heart attack. "Daddy, hey, look at me, try to calm down."

"Too young... to be... a grandfather..." He manages to gasp beyond the pain.

Novi Grad, Wednesday 09:45 am

"Slow down, watch your step..."

Erik laughed weakly, patting his daughter on the shoulder. "Wanda, I'm fine, it was just a scare." He assures her, but she grimaces, adjusting her grip around his waist to help him into the house.

"A preinfarction is not a scare, Papa, it's a warning. You need to take it easy." 

"I can get into the house on my own, thank you." He frees himself from his daughter's help, and she sighs at the stubbornness, looking back to get some support from her twin brother, but Pietro - who is carrying the hospital bag - just shrugs. "I should get back to work soon, my patients need me."

"Absolutely not!" Wanda declares following him around the house. "The doctor said you have to rest. We've already called Dr. Palmer to let her know about your absence."

Erik sighs in frustration and sits down on one of the couches. "But-"

"No but, papa. You will rest, and that is final." She declares seriously, and Pietro closes the door as he enters. He takes the suitcase to the laundry room, and Wanda goes to help her father with his boots.

Erik thanks her with a smile, but when Wanda gets up, he holds her hand. "Honey, you should be in school."

She makes a soft grimace. "I can't think about school with you like this."

He gives her a sad smile, "But you need to. Wanda, I know about your grades, you can't afford missing classes."

The girl flinches in surprise and takes a moment to face her father again. "You're not.... angry?"

He sighs. "No, dear." He assures. "I was a little upset that you didn't come to talk to me about it when I got the call from the principal, but with work, I ended up leaving it on the back burner and for that, I apologize. Is there anything I can do to help you, maybe finding you a tutor?"

She shakes her head immediately. "I'm studying already. My new friends are helping me."

He smiles, stroking her hand. "So I still have a kid who's going to college?"

Wanda laughs, leaning over to kiss her father's cheek. "I'll think about it." She jokes, placing a hand on his chest. "Get some rest papa. I don't want to bury another parent, okay?"

Erik swallows dryly, but nods in understanding, resting his forehead on Wanda's for a moment before adjusting himself against the armchair.

Wanda only left the house after separating some snacks for Erik and checking to see if he was asleep. 

Novi Grad, Wednesday 10:00 am

Wanda is surprised that she managed to make it in time for history class, but she has to admit that she wasn't going to absorb much - She was too worried about what happened to her father to care about the Sokovia Revolution.

T'Challa was surprised to see her enter the room. "Maximoff, the guidance counselor told me about the incident with your father. You didn't have to come today."

"I kind of need the grade, professor." She clarifies clumsily, but he is anything but sympathetic.

"I would accept the activity another day. Are you sure you don't want to return home?"

She looks away, at the curious stares of some, but sees the described 'Mid-Year Assignment in the corner of the blackboard and sighs. "It's okay, Professor, really. My father insisted that I not skip school on his behalf, and he is needing to avoid any concerns."

T'Challa did not insist further, waving for her to sit then after giving her an assuring smile.

The committee girls' Facebook group was boiling with messages - Pietro had told someone about Erik's condition, and the news flew at such a speed that by the time Wanda left history class, the whole school knew about it.

She was approached by the girls with hugs and messages of support as soon as she stepped into the yard, and she giggled awkwardly at the gesture.

Natasha was talking about being there for her when you left the French classroom and came into the courtyard to join the group. Wanda tried to disguise her anxiety, but you simply hugged her and she almost had an actual heart attack.

"Hey, I heard about your father. How are you, and him?" You are asking worriedly, and Wanda is repeating the same things she said to the girls, but she holds you back much tighter. You release her a moment later, smiling as you say it was good news that nothing terrible had happened, and Wanda is very aware of the audience as you stroke her cheeks. 

Someone clears his throat behind you, suddenly, and the circle opens to another group that has approached. Vision doesn't seem at all pleased by the closeness between you, and grimaces. 

"Do I get a chance to hug my girlfriend too?" He sneers, and Wanda resists the urge to pull you back as you step away from her. Vision wastes no time in taking her by the hand to lead her further away from the group, asking about Erik and she wants to run off, suffocating with his attention. "So? I imagine the party won't be happening now that your father almost died."

She blinks in confusion and indignation. "What are you talking about?"

He chuckles shortly. "Baby, your foolish committee party." He clarifies with his hands in his pockets. "A surprise you forgot, you haven't shut your mouth about these girls since you met them."

Wanda adjusts her backpack uncomfortably. "Yeah, sorry if I forgot about a party while my dad was in the hospital. Why are you bringing this up now anyway?"

He hesitates, but then sighs. "There are some kids from NYU working at Dad's summer club. I invited them, wanted to create a friendship for you know, have some contact in case I choose New York." Vision explains meekly, but when he raises his hand to her face, Wanda pulls away at once.

"New York? What the hell are you talking about?"

Vision sighs impatiently, glancing quickly at the group a few feet away from them. "Don't make a scene now, okay? Remember the dinner I had with the guys from Novi Grad? Well, that didn't work out. They rejected my letter of admission, saying I lacked authenticity. They gave me another chance to speak, the day we arranged that lunch with your dad, that's why I couldn't show up. But I didn't do well in that either. I decided NYU was a great second plan."

Wanda gasps indignantly. "Vision, I wanted to go to NYU." She recalls with angry tears in her eyes. "You told me not to try, that we should study together in Sokovia. You manipulated me-"

"Jesus, what is this now?" He cuts her off angrily. "Manipulated you? What are you, five? I made a suggestion, which matched our plans before. And now it doesn't match anymore, it's no big thing."

"It was my thing!" She shouts indignantly, and he flinches, not because of her outburst, but because of the curious looks at the fight. "I wanted to go to New York to study music! You know that! You said it was stupid and childish. That Dad would never let me do something like that. You insisted until I missed the deadline!”

"Wanda, calm down-"

"I'm so fucking sick of you! Of your little games. It's been like this since we met, I can't take it anymore!"

"Stop it, will you? You're embarrassing yourself."

She sniffles angrily, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be with you anymore. Go to New York, and go by yourself."

He chuckles incredulously, hesitating again. "Wanda, come on. Are you really going to be mad at me for choosing a decent future? A career?"

"Do what you want with your life, Vision. I've had enough of you."

She turns around, but he grabs her by the wrist. "Enough of this, you are clearly shaken by what happened to your father. Let's talk another time." He insists, trying to hold her face, but she pushes him away, to the point where she starts to cry.

"Let go of me, I don't want this anymore!"

The confusion makes the group react. Stark pulls his brother by the arm, and Wanda moves away to hug you and hides her face in your collarbone before she can even think about it.

"Come on Vison, let's go, you guys talk later..." Tony tries to appease things, but the taller blonde is looking at the scene and gives a wry laugh.

"Oh, I see what's going on here." He declares bitterly. "You're fucking her, aren't you darling?" He spits out the accusation, and Wanda can feel you tense up; your grip loosening. She tries to hold you tighter. Natasha and Yelena look ready to start fighting, and Tony's friends are watching for any movement.

"Vision, this isn't the time-" Tony starts but its Vision frees herself from the grip.

"I'm not even surprised, nor am I the first one you've cheated on!"

Wanda sobs indignantly, but it is she who releases you and turns to him with anger. "Don't you dare, you bastard! You know damn well what happened!"

"What I know is that you have no opinion of your own! You're doing what everyone else thinks is cool because you're a goddamn freak!

You move forward, but Natasha holds you back and Wanda gasps indignantly. Tony is in shock at the aggressiveness, and Vision takes the opportunity to continue spitting his venoms.

"You know I'm right. You seduced me to get out of the shadow of your friends and try to be popular but that backfired. And now you're dating a girl to make yourself look cool, but I have news for you Maximoff. You will always be a weirdo and a freak. Never smart enough, or pretty enough, for me or anyone else. The worst part is that you are an opportunistic slut!"

Wanda doesn't know when she left the courtyard - Everything was half blurred by her tears. But she saw the confusion, she felt herself being pushed away from the fight when you escaped Nat's grip.

She didn't see when you hit Vision, not the first time, not the fourth time. She didn't see the blood on his face, or your broken ring on the ground. 

Novi Grad, Wednesday 10:27 am

Sitting in the waiting chair in the boardroom are Yelena and Natasha on either side, Pietro and Clint on the opposite, and Wanda, all trying not to be so anxious.

From the people who walked around during the entire time you were in there with Tony Stark, Wanda heard at least a dozen whispers about the fight. She wasn't so much surprised that someone recorded the whole mess, she was genuinely worried about the penalties. 

Vision was in the infirmary, getting stitches, and she was considering storming into the office when you left with Tony.

The girls stood up along with her, and you were not smiling.

Tony sighed upset. "They were both suspended." He spoke up, seeing the way you were crestfallen. The reaction was immediate, but Tony assured everybody that they tried everything they could to get the Principal's decision changed and that this was better than an official report of assault. He left the scene with the boys, exchanging a quick look of apology with Wanda, before going to the infirmary after his brother.

Wanda approached you, well aware of the dried blood on your hand and shirt, but you shied away from the touch she tried. 

"Sorry." She said.

You forced a smile at her, sighing slightly as you stole a quick glance at Yelena and Natasha approached the principal who had just left the room in an attempt to convince him of how unfair the whole thing was. 

"Don't be, I'm just in over my head right now." You clarify upset. "I think I'm going to lose my scholarship because of the suspension. And if I'm not in school, my student visa has no validity." Wanda almost despairs, ready to join Nat and Yelena, but you hold her hand, keeping her with you. "I have a bunch of phone calls to make right now, but I need you to remember that nothing that idiot said is true."

"I don't give a damn about Vision. I care about you, what can I do-"

You chuckle lightly and must have decided to make her more of a mess, because you simply move closer to her face, losing the courage at the last second. Taking a deep breath that Wanda can feel on her cheek, you merely rub your nose against hers, making her blush very profoundly. "Don't worry sweet girl, I'll figure something out. I'll be busy for a while, but I'll call you when I can, alright?"

Wanda doesn't have time to overcome her shyness and react much - Soon the principal is calling you to take you outside the school grounds and you are offering her a parting smile before following the man.

Novi Grad, Thursday 01:12 pm

Wanda did not have a good day. With the whole school calling her a backstabbing bitch, you and Vision - who had a broken nose and a cut stitched in the middle of his forehead - suspended, she wondered how she was going to survive the rest of the year.

The mid-year vacations weren't that far away, but she felt she might suffer some sort of attack by then when she found a 'Die, heartless witch' note inside her locker. 

Yelena was ready to start a revolution, but she assured her friends that she didn't give a damn about this story. She just missed you and wanted to know how things were going.

You hadn't called yet, and this only increased her anxiety. Nat and Yelena mentioned that you were under a lot of stress right now and that you were sleeping late at night because of phone calls with the scholarship people and your parents.

When school ended on Thursday, Wanda just wanted to go home and be left alone, but when she went to the bathroom and bumped into Eve, she couldn't miss the opportunity.

"Can we talk?"

The girl continued adjusting her makeup in the mirror, but to Wanda's surprise, she didn't treat her aggressively, humming in agreement.

Wanda took a deep breath. "I am so sorry for what happened between us, Eve, I really am." She then started trying to control the emotion in her voice. "But we still have a senior year ahead of us, and it doesn't have to be hell. I fucked up, and I regret it. I remember how it was before when we were friends. How lucky I felt to have such nice girls wanting to hang out with me. I tried, always, to take care of you the same way you took care of me because you were the best friends I ever made." By now, Eve was also having trouble holding back tears, but Wanda smiled sadly and continued. "There isn't a day that I don't regret destroying that. Thinking about what I did makes me feel bad as a person. But I can't keep living with those regrets poisoning me, Eve."

"Wanda..."

"Please let me finish." The smaller one says, and the other nods softly. Wanda swallows dryly. "It doesn't matter if things were terrible between you and Vision, how you talked about dumping him every day, and about how it was just sex. It doesn't matter that I was in love. You were my friend, and if I had the chance to change things, I would never have broken your trust. I'm just really sorry. For lying to you, for ruining our friendship. You didn't deserve any of this." Wanda sniffles softly. "I don't need you to like me again, or for us to be friends I just wanted you to know how sorry I am for all of this, and I want this tension between all of us to cease to exist."

Eve sniffles slightly, and nods. "Okay, Wanda. No more fighting." She says, and Wanda breathes a relieved breath. "And while we're being honest, I have to confess that I wasn't angry with you for very long. I guess I was just being spiteful for no reason. You're right. Vision was, and still is, a complete asshole, and I think I failed to warn you that you deserved much more than someone like him."

Wanda nods tearfully, and Eve smiles, reaching up to wipe away her former friend's tears for a moment with the bar of her sleeve. "Thank you for forgiving me." She murmurs, and Eve nods, offering her a tight hug for a brief moment. Wanda sighs deeply in relief, and before she lets go of Eve, she jokes, "Do you think Jean can forgive me too?"

Eve laughs, breaking the grip. "Of course, make a speech like that and she'll be all over you again." Teases the girl, but Wanda frowns in confusion.

"What? What are you talking about, and what do you mean, again?"

It's Eve's turn to chuckle with confusion and then look at Wanda in utter surprise. "Oh my god, Maximoff, you have no idea, do you?" She declares, and Wanda shrugs her shoulders cluelessly. Eve shakes her head in disbelief. "Wanda, for heaven's sake. Why do you think Jean was so enraged by the theft of another girl's boyfriend? It wasn't for my honor or sisterhood codes, or whatever weak excuse she's made in the last few months. She can't accept that you started a secret relationship with someone who wasn't her."

“W-what…?”

Eve chuckled, finding amusement in the other's cluelessness. "Wanda, she was in love with you.  For a long time, I thought you knew."

"No, I had no idea..."

Eve sighs, patting the other's shoulder. "Well, there it is then. She had to get over it the hard way, and she has all this bitterness because she thinks it's unfair that you like girls but never looked at her." Eve confesses casually. "Maybe she just needs a little more time. Or therapy. Or both."

Wanda chuckled weakly, running a hand through her hair and trying to understand how she never realized this before. Eve goes back to putting on her makeup, and Wanda sighs. "I have to go home. See you around?"

"Sure, sweetie. Good luck with your Romeo." 

Wanda giggles, her cheeks warming.  "What?"

Eve stares at her through the mirror reflection, a small smile on her lips. "Everyone's seen the video of the fight, it's on Instagram. She's pretty, your friend. And having someone to defend you like that without hesitation? Super hot."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wanda leaves the bathroom laughing shyly. 

She is in the exit hallway when her cell phone vibrates, and it doesn't help to change the color of her cheeks when it is you calling.

Wanda takes a deep breath and answers on the third ring.

"H-Hi, hello." She says clumsily, receiving a short laugh from you that makes her legs wobbly. She stops walking, leaning on the hallway wall. 

"Hey, Wands, are you busy?" You ask, and it's her turn to chuckle softly.

"I'm the one who should ask." She jokes. "How are things?" She asks and can imagine you shrugging casually as you always do in person. You are smiling on the other end of the line.

"Messy I guess." You mutter. "Don't worry, I think I'm working it out. My parents will contact the school, and try to put up a good image for me with the principal or whatever... But that's not why I called." You say taking a deep breath. "I miss you."

Wanda feels her heart miss two beats in a row, and her face warms deeply. She bites back a smile and gives an embarrassed little laugh. She feels so stupidly in love that it's almost silly.

"Yeah?" she manages to retort. "I missed you too."

You mimic the sound, grinning softly and probably blushing as much as she does even though Wanda has no way of seeing it. "Good to know." You murmur shyly before clearing your throat. "So... I know things are a bit of a mess right now, and the chance of me being deported is pretty high, but..." Wanda complains softly about your joke, but you just laugh softly without apology. "We could hang out if you have some time. Maybe at your place or mine, whatever works for you…"

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, one hand brushing her hair out of the front of her eyes. "I don't want you to leave, Y/N."

"Yeah, I don't want to leave either. Especially now that..." But you shut up, swallowing dryly and part of Wanda knows why and it makes her heart speed up all at once. She bites her lip and there is a moment of silence between you until she sighs.

“I know technically you can't be at school, but could you walk me home? I shouldn't go across town with Dad recovering alone..."

"Oh, of course, Wands, don't worry, I'll walk you home." You assure her tenderly. "And maybe I could stay for dinner?"

Wanda smiles shyly, nodding even though you can't see it. "Yeah, that sounds nice." She confirms with her heart racing and her stomach full of butterflies. Not much different from the state you are in.

You smile, and she hears noises in the background of things being knocked over, probably you getting ready to pick her up. "See you soon then. Bye."

"Bye." She says meekly, and there is a moment that you just stay on the line before you share giggles at the same time before hanging up. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #new romantics #skamverse collection #alt er love series #elizabeth olsen x reader

[anime-kia]

Mother’s Day?

Lmao sorry, another Dadmonger story.

I couldn't come up with a unique Mother's Day special with the reader celebrating so I used this plot instead. 

Mentions of infertility, otherwise, no warnings.

Enjoy!

Relationship: Single Father Erik x Dance Teacher Reader

Erik always loved when his daughter came to visit on the weekends. Despite having to deal with her irritating mother whom he should've left years ago, Aaliyah always brought joy to his usually busy and hectic life.

He was quite surprised when his arrogant, loud-mouthed baby mother was knocking on his door at seven in the morning, calling his name like Sabrina from Madea's Big Happy Family 2. 

It didn't irritate him that she was at his door so early, seeing as he was already up since five, working out. But it was Mother's Day today and there was no reason for her to be disrupting his peace.

As soon as the door creaked open, the eight-year-old was already in his arms. 

"Hi, daddy!" She gave him a tight hug, the patterned beads on the ends of her hair bounced off his cheek as they made contact.

"Hey, princess." He lifted Aaliyah and gave her a kiss on her cheek above the dimple that matched his. "Go on inside, I'll be there in a second." He said after setting her down.

When Aaliyah was inside, he stepped out and closed the door leaving a small crack. 

"Brianna." He simply said with a distasteful look on his face.

"What? You looking like it ain't your turn to spend time with her."

His eyes narrowed, "It's Mother's Day though." 

"And?" She shrugged her shoulders and copied his stare, "It's your weekend with her. I got shit to do." 

Erik almost laughed, not at her but at himself. This is the bitch that I got pregnant? 

"What's so funny?" She asked, resting her hand on her hip. Her nails caught his attention, ridiculously long, pointy and bright. Now that he took a better look at her, he could see and assume the exact reason why she had the nerve to pull something like this. 

"Nothing, except you tryna go out and be the thot that you is instead of spending time with your daughter. You ain't send her to one of ya little family members cuz they would've clocked your ass for pulling this stunt." Erik ridiculed her, and every factual statement he said had her eyebrows furrowing and fists clenching harder. 

"Fuck you, Erik!" She yelled, pointing her index finger to his face. "You the last person to be judging me."

"Nah, fuck you for being an ain't shit ass mother." With that, he went back inside and locked the door in her face. There was a thump against the door, followed by the sound of her flip flops going down the porch. He sighed and went to go look for Aaliyah. 

Erik tried to keep arguing and fights to a minimal whenever Aaliyah was around. It was quite difficult considering her mother was an obnoxious loud mouth who had no class or shame. 

Aaliyah knew they didn't get along, in fact even she didn't get along with her mom that well. Brianna was one of those people who shouldn't have kids, but still has them anyway. They didn't really share a mother-daughter bond at all, Aaliyah would get that from other women in her life. Brianna would rather spend time partying, drinking, hooking up, and other stuff that she should've put to rest after she became a mother.

The only reason he wasn't able to take full custody over his daughter was because the judge was quite biased against the infamous ex-Killmonger and there was no way a man like that could raise a child in love. Of course it did take a while for him to recover, thanks to his family in Wakanda, but he was one hundred percent a stable man. Also, he was way more capable to care for his daughter than Brianna ever could. 

For one, Erik lived in luxury. He lived in a better house, drove a nicer car, ate tastier foods, and resided in a safer neighbourhood. In fact, he paid for all of Aaliyah's necessities even at Brianna's request. Her clothes, shoes, school supplies and extra curricular activities like dance and swimming. 

Brianna on the other hand moved around a lot, couch-surfing, she didn't drive, McDonald's was often her first choice of meal, and she spent a lot more money on her appearance and other things that should come last versus taking care of her basic needs. 

But in the court house, she used her mother's living as a cover up for her own. Decent house, fair neighbourhood, working, stable. 

He recalls how furious he was when the judge denied him the rights to his child. He knew that Brianna only did this to spite him and also for her own personal financial benefit. Child support was expensive. 

"Aaliy-" He walked into the living room to find her curled up in a throw blanket on the sectional sofa, fast asleep. Her overnight bag was resting on the floor. He let her sleep, seeing as it was still very early. 

Usually, she would be dropped off on a Friday night and they would wake up around ten or eleven the following day. On Sundays, they would wake up even later around twelve.

Erik spent the rest of the morning in his gym, finishing off his workout that was interrupted. He liked to play music that was loud enough to vibrate the walls, but his baby girl was asleep so he opted to keep it relatively low. 

An hour went by and Erik finished his workout. He took a hot steaming shower that fogged up the entire bathroom, then moisturized and got dressed into a white t-shirt, light grey Jordan sweater and black basketball shorts. It was a habit to wear his gold chain that was tucked behind the hoodie. 

More time had passed and breakfast was served, eggs and pancakes. Aaliyah was up and ready, climbing onto the bar stool. He slid her plate towards her, along with the maple syrup bottle. 

"That's that real maple syrup. Not the sugary shit ya mama feeds you." He watched as she examined the glass bottle. "But be careful not to drop it, aight?"

"Okay, daddy." She twisted the cap off and used her two small hands to drizzle the syrup onto her pancakes. She ended up drowning them and part of the scrambled eggs, but she liked it that way. 

Weird. Erik thought. He took a seat beside her and poured the syrup onto his pancakes. "So what we got planned for today?" 

Aaliyah's bright face toned down, and her chewing slowed. "Well..." He waited for her response as she swallowed. "Mama was supposed to come to ballet with me. My teacher said bring your mommies for the Mother's Day dance class!" Her fist rested under her chin, "But she isn't here."

He stared at his daughter, reminiscing on the feeling. Erik knew exactly what it was like to not have someone there with him. All the basketball tournaments, school events, and graduation ceremonies. It was no one except him and if he was lucky, maybe one of his foster parents would attend, but that was as rare as a blue moon.

"I uh... I'll take you." He hesitantly said.

"But you always take me, daddy." She didn't understand what he meant, seeing as her classes took place on the weekends so Erik always dropped her off anyway.

"Nah, Li. I mean I'll join the class with you. Only for today." He put his pride behind him today, only for his daughter though. As long as his friends and family didn't see this, everything would be alright. 

She started cracking up at Erik's offer, throwing her head back in amusement. "But you're a boy, not a girl!" 

"I'm a man, actually. And so what, you got the coolest dad. We gon' have more fun than the rest of 'em." He smiled at his daughter's enjoyment. The two finished their meals and got ready to head out.

On the ride there, Aaliyah couldn't stop sharing her excitement. She often spoke about her dance teacher and how much she loved her. 

"She's so pretty, and so nice! And she dances so good! I wanna be like her when I grow up!" 

Aaliyah would always talk about her teacher with Erik. The one time she tried to talk to Brianna about her, that resulted in Brianna cursing the teacher off and claiming that she was trying to steal her daughter away.

To say Brianna was an irrational, nonsensical, drama queen would be an understatement. 

Erik's nerves spiked as they entered the building. Of course he could dance, but not to the point where he could be a professional. He was more of a man who had rhythm and could do little bits and pieces of hip hop. Though he was graceful, quiet and fast on his feet, ballet was most definitely not one of his specialties. 

"This way, daddy!" Her pink tutu bounced as she pulled him towards a brown door, similar to a school classroom door. Outside, there were mothers and daughters all lined up. The little girls were all so giddy and excited, jumping up and down and yapping to their mothers.

He hadn't realized it, but Aaliyah was tugging very hard at his arm. Erik was forming a resistance as they got closer. 

"Ungh!" Her little grunts finally were audible in his ears, "Come! On!" Her ballet slippers slid on the tile floor as she tried to tug him.

"Oh damn, my bad." He eased up and allowed her to bring them closer to the door. The mothers immediately took notice of him, some eyeing him longer than they should've. Some looks of confusion, some of lust. They were already talking, but he could sense when the conversations switched to be about him.  

Aaliyah was already talking to a group of young girls, sharing their excitement about today. He could hear her boasting about him, even when they questioned where her mother was.

There was classical music playing on the inside for a while, and Erik was praying that it would continue non-stop. He checked his watch; 1:59.

And as soon as the clock struck 2:00, the music stopped. 

Another minute passed and the door finally opened, a set of older girls about twelve to fifteen exited. The younger girls squealed in excitement, lining up beside their mothers and Aaliyah to her father. She squeezed his hand and bounced up and down.

"Aye, you bout to pull my shoulder out." He complained. 

"Oops, sorry daddy!" Aaliyah apologized and relaxed a bit. Instead, she swayed their arms back and forth. 

The line started to move into the room and he assumed that he missed when they were called in. Admitted, Erik was quite interested to see who his daughter bragged about all the time. Being the last to step in, he closed the door and finally turned around. 

Erik was beyond surprised to see a young black woman teaching the class. Not that he was underestimating her abilities, but when he thought of a ballet teacher, he pictured an old, white, grumpy-looking lady. Also, black ballerinas were not represented as much, so this was quite the surprise. He assumed that the teacher loved Aaliyah so much because she was a grandmother, and grandparents love children, but he got the exact opposite instead. He was thrilled in fact, and Aaliyah was correct, she was beautiful. You were beautiful. 

"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Miss (Y/n) and I'm happy that you're all here for this Mother's Day class." Your smile was so vibrant and bold, lighting up the entire room. Your eyes made contact with Erik's, a chill raced through your body. He was very handsome. 

He was broad and had a lot of mass, which easily showed through his clothes. You were digging the dreads that laid to the left of his head.

However, you were not surprised at all that her mother wasn't here, but you were shocked when he showed up instead. You were expecting not to see Aaliyah at all, but nonetheless you didn't question it. It warmed your heart to see how much he cared because the lack on her maternal side was very apparent. Aaliyah viewed you as a motherly figure, you knew that. And it didn't bother you at all, she was a sweetheart.  

"Alright, so we'll start off with warming up the muscles then we can start with pliés."

You did simple stretches and warming up with the class so no one would get injured. Jogging on the spot, high knees, jumping jacks, lunges, toe touches, the basics. You did take notice of how fit Erik was, and he was quite flexible too. Though he was wearing a sweater, you could clearly see how muscular his arms were. You couldn't help but stare. Only to be stopped as he caught you. 

You looked away, and stood up from your lunge, "Alright, moms and dad, can we get you on this side of the room." You pointed to the left where the taller bar was, and the girls used the shorter one.

The barre routines you pulled together were relatively simple. Though this was a third-level RAD (Royal Academy of Dance) ballet class, you had to alter it so the inexperienced parents could have their fun too, without stumbling or getting frustrated because ballet can be irritating. 

"So we're gonna start with our feet in first position and hold for two counts, one... two... Arms through port de bras to second position, three, four." You demonstrated as the participants followed. "Demi-plié and stretch, demi-plié and stretch, rise up, hold, hold and lower. Grand plié, bringing your arm through port de bras and stretch, turn to the other side." The kids were happy at the simplicity, but half of the parents already looked winded. You smiled, "Easy enough?"

There were some sarcastic agrees, which was understandable. 

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it." You smiled at the parents, hitting play on the stereo. You physically demonstrated the steps on the first side, but on the second side, you walked around the room correcting technique. 

Erik felt stupid, but no one was judging him as far as he could tell.

You lifted Aaliyah's chin gently as she had a habit of staring down at her feet. "Eyes up. Turn out your feet, and make sure you're resting on all ten toes." You fixed the rest of the girls' arms, posture, and feet positions then switched to the adult bar. 

Big yikes, was all you could think of as you watched half of the mothers attempt ballet. The other half were ex-dancers so they were able to do the exercise properly and Erik wasn't bad at all. No, he wasn't perfect, and you betted that if he trained when he was younger, there was no doubt he would be the next Mikhail Baryshnikov. You could tell that he has trained in some areas that required him to be agile and flexible. 

"Very good, Mr. Stevens." You praised him. He felt himself smirk. It was nice to receive approval outside of the bedroom or work.

The only thing you fixed on him was his elbow because it was drooping, and also because why not get a close-up of his massive arms. You adjusted posture and arms on the rest of the ladies.

"Nice finish." You applauded as the song came to an end. "I see we have some natural talent in the room, how many parents are or were dancers?" About five raised their hand. You asked them what discipline did they study and when, if they performed and other dance-related things. 

Just like the ballet language itself, it was all so foreign to him. He didn't even try to comprehend what you were discussing. The most he knew were pliés, so when you got to saying the other barre exercises, he was at a loss.

Battement tendus, battement glissés, rond de jambe, and that wasn't even a quarter of the ballet glossary.

Finally finished with barre work, the class was in the centre facing the mirror. 

"Hold up, it's more?" Erik asked, with a heavy breath. All that leg kicking and pliéing had him tired. He grew a newfound respect for ballerinas and all dancers for that matter. 

Everyone giggled.

"Of course, Mr. Stevens. I only did a third of the barre exercises though. We still have centre, corner and character to do." You smiled at him. You lied though, there was no way you'd have enough time to do the whole syllabus, and also it was a Mother's Day class, not a regular one. 

The look on his face was hilarious, everyone's giggles escalated into laughter. 

"You're already tired, daddy?!" Aaliyah asked in shock as if she didn't have sweat beads on her forehead. 

"Hell y- I mean, yeah I'm tired." A while ago he was doing just fine, it only goes to show that he was actually putting in effort. His hard work opened you back up to the idea of hosting a Father's Day dance class. 

The first two years you hosted the Father's Day dance, only three or four would show up. It was a shame considering how cute of a bonding experience it would've been for both parties. Erik was your solid proof. Only if they could put their pride down for just an hour.

"So for this next exercise, we're gonna be doing turns!"

"Yaaayy!" The girls all cheered, as turning was their favourite. It was nice to see because when you started out dancing, turning was not your specialty. You were better at jumps.

"Can I get a partner to demonstrate this exercise?" 

To your surprise Erik's hand raised.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens? Looks like I'm taking your partner, Aaliyah." You joked.

"That's okay! He said he wanted to!" She had a mischievous smile on her face. 

Erik's face heated up as the others made noises, he felt so childish. It reminded him of the time the class found out about his first crush back in middle school.

Either way, demonstrating with two adults worked better than with a small child. 

"So, what you're going to do is place your hands on my hips." He did just that, his cologne was faint but smelled very fresh and masculine. "And just rotate me as I keep my feet in first and imitate walks like a penguin." You demonstrated as you spoke. "Can anyone tell me what these are?"

They all raised their hands excitedly, ready to share their knowledge. 

"Ellie?"

"Chaine turns!" The little blonde exclaimed. 

"Perfect! Now make sure you keep your arms tight so you don't hit your partner."

The grip he had on your hips was surprisingly a lot more gentle than you expected from such a large man. For someone with no experience, he was a great partner. The audience applauded and you gave them a quick curtsey. 

"Now you can have your partner back, Aaliyah." You smiled at the girl who was staring in awe at her father and a woman she wished to be one day. "After the partners in front have turned four times, you may start, okay?" You hit play and a more upbeat song played through the speakers, catching the ballet uneducated off guard. "Alright, so we're gonna start in three, two, one."

You watched as they taped their feet, shimmying their shoulders a bit as they waited for their turns. Not many people knew, but ballet wasn't strict to only classical piano music, it came in all forms.

You singled for each group to start, "Eyes up! Keep spotting! Keep your heels together, ladies! Turnout!"

Though you did have to remind her to spot the wall and not her feet, Aaliyah was the most consistent out of the rest of her class. She had so much potential and you hoped that she would continue dancing in the future. 

"Very good, everyone! Take a little water break and we'll get started on our second last routine of the day." 

The class awed in disappointment that it was already over. This was actually a first, usually, they were excited to leave. But syllabus work was never as fun as leisure classes like these. You were slightly more strict when it came to teaching syllabus. 

"Can you open this for me, daddy?" Aaliyah handed her white and pink water bottle over to her dad. 

He twisted it enough to remove the pressure, "Ah, it's too hard. Here, you try again." 

"But if you can't open it, then how will I?" She pouted. 

"Show me your muscles."

She lifted her small arms and flexed.

"Ahh, there they are. Now put 'em to use, girl." He placed the bottle back into her hands. With her might, she easily twisted the lid off.

"I did it!" She celebrated.

"Aye, there you go princess." Erik smiled, pulling his daughter into a hug and planting kisses on her cheek.

The mothers watched in awe at the father and daughter. They would've loved for their husbands to be as affectionate and loving with their children, but they were either too busy or too "manly" to be like that. Erik however, did not care. He would love and be proud of his seed no matter what. 

You too gushed at the interaction. It made you become hopeful- about the possibility of having kids. 

"Alright everyone, time for some grand jetés!" 

The clanking of water bottles being put down, and ballet slippers padding across the floor filled the room.

"Can someone tell me what a grand jeté is?" The girls raised their hands in excitement just like that last time. "Amelia?"

"It's when you run and you jump and do a big split!" 

"Perfect answer!" You applauded the light skin girl with brown freckles. "Mr. Stevens, can I get you to help me demonstrate once again?"

"Yeah, of course." He stepped out of the line towards you. 

"So the goal of this one is to get really high but also to get a nice big split. Parents, you're going to assist in the height factor and girls, your goal is to get your legs as wide as possible, alright?" You stood in front of him and placed his large hands on your hips. "I'm going to chassé, then take two steps and brush my leg out to do the split."

The first run was slow, making sure that he could keep up. For someone with no experience in ballet, he really surprised you. His coordination was excellent. 

The second time around, you picked up the pace and on the jump, he got you very high off the ground, as if he's practiced this before. He gently set you down and  for a brief moment, his chocolate eyes met with yours. You smiled at each other and turned to face the class.

"Give Mr. Stevens a round of applause! That was amazing!" He bowed in acknowledgment.  After the claps became silent you said, "See how high we got? That's how high you want to get on your own one day." Obviously that was just encouragement, a person can only jump so high. 

You played the music and just like the last time you signalled for each partners to start. The mothers who were previous dancers got their daughters at very good heights, you could tell they were giving them pointers as well. 

"Eyes up! No développé, make sure you're brushing your leg! Turnout! Stretch that back leg! Point your toes!" 

It was funny to see the mothers who had no dance experience trying to keep up with their daughters. Some of the girls got jealous as they watched Erik lift Aaliyah over his head. They were in a world of their own, laughing joyously as they made it to the opposite corner of the room.

"I want to go that high, mommy!" 

"We're too low!"

"Higher!"

The mothers looked at their children with incredulous looks. That simply meant, no. 

One of the girls, Maya tapped Aaliyah's shoulder. "Can your daddy lift me?" She asked, there was no shyness in her voice. That girl was very bold.

Aaliyah looked up at Erik while pulling on his hoodie. "Daddy?" 

"Wassup, princess?" 

"Maya wants to know if you can lift her too." 

He was stunned at first, "I uh- Yeah, sure." He smiled at them both. "As long as Miss (Y/n) is okay with it."

"Miss (Y/n)! Miss (Y/n)!" The two girls called out. You were checking your notes for the next class routine.

"Yes, girls?" You asked, a little startled. 

"My daddy offered to help us jump higher if that's okay with you!" 

Quite the surprise, "Yeah, that's fine." 

After Maya was lifted, the other girls screamed "Me too!" 

He looked dumbfounded, it made you giggle. 

"How about this, one jump from Mr. Stevens and then you have to try and jump higher than that, but remembering all the corrections we've been working on throughout the year. Deal?"

"Deal!" They all cheered. The mothers looked very interested as well.

You started the music up and the girls lined up beside Erik. They each took their turns, and you could see some improvement already. They were jumping higher, which resulted in better splits. The mothers recorded, proud of their daughters and still in awe of Erik. 

If they saw him on the streets, they would've assumed that he was up to no good. This soft, child-loving and friendly side was shocking to not only them, but to himself as well. 

They all finished, and Erik was sweating. You wanted to ask him to take his sweater off, but that might be flirting a little too hard.

"Good job, ladies! And that was awesome Mr. Stevens!" You gave them a round of applause, the mothers joining in as well. "For our final lesson, we'll be doing révérence. You can choreograph this piece with your moms- and dad, but it's going to be really short. Two counts of eight, three max. I'll give you five minutes to come up with your routine." 

Each pair went off to their own section of the room to practice. 

Erik had no idea where to start, he was usually really good with formulating a plan, but ballet? Yeah, right. Good thing his little sidekick was the expert. She already had something in mind. 

"Okay so, first we're going to walk, one, two- Turnout your feet, daddy."

"I'm trying, Li." He grunted as he fixed his feet. This ballet shit was a lot harder than I imagined. 

"Then you bring your arms up to first and then to second, like this." She demonstrated for him and he followed suit. She looked at his arm position, droopy elbows, and corrected them. "Like that. Don't drop your arms, okay?" 

"Yes, princess." He complied. Already, he could tell she was going to be a great leader. 

"Then I'm gonna lift my arms up and you pick me up and we do a turn, then you put me down and we curtsy with our arms in demi-seconde." 

"Demi-what?" 

"Seconde, like this!" She showed him the arm position.

"Aight, lets run this again cuz I already forgot."

Aaliyah placed her hands on her hips, "Really, daddy?"

"Yeah, come on." 

The two practiced their routine as did the others until you finally called time.

"So, who wants to go first?" 

Of course Aaliyah's hand shot up, but you wanted to give someone else a go. Besides, you had to save the best for last.

The moms who weren't dancers went first, they were... Well, you've seen worse let's just say that. Then the ex-dancers went, very graceful and lovely routines. It made you wonder who was the choreographer because they were doing some things that you hadn't taught the class. Lastly, it was Erik and Aaliyah's turn.

The first part of their routine was very simple, but very cute. After he spun her and set her down to do their curtsy, he took her hand and placed  a small kiss on the back and she did the same. It was so adorable, the mothers awed along with you. 

"Excellent work, everyone!" Erik hadn't realized how much fun he was actually having until you announced that class was finally over. "I hope you all have an amazing rest of your Mother's Day and I'll see you next weekend."

Time does fly by when you're having fun. 

"Goodbye, Miss (Y/n)!" They all said and exited the room, all except Erik and Aaliyah. 

After class, Aaliyah would spend time talking with you about anything. She would tell you about her family life, school and anything that was holding her interest at the moment. It was habitual, and it made Erik more curious about you. 

Erik watched as the eight-year-old ran into your arms. 

"Hey Aaliyah, did you have fun today?" You asked holding onto her, similar to a mother.

"Yeah, so much fun! I told you my daddy was very strong!" 

You laughed, "I didn't doubt it for a second." You stood up and looked at him. 

"So y'all be talking about me while I'm not here?" He chuckled, arms folded over his chest. 

"Only good stuff." You assured him with a grin. "I wasn't expecting you to be so graceful though."

Erik shrugged, "I am a big nigga." 

You raised an eyebrow. 

"She's heard everything already, but she knows not to say it. Right, Li?"

"Yes, sir!" She gave him her biggest toothy grin.

"Aye." He pulled five dollars out of his pocket and handed it to her, "How about you go get something from the vending machine, princess."

"Okay!" She accepted the cash and skipped out of the room. 

Now all that remained was you and Erik. It wasn't necessarily tense in the atmosphere, but you felt shy for some odd reason. His stare was enough to make you want to hide your face and blush. Sure handsome men have been around you, but something about Erik was more intense. 

"So, you met her mom, right?" He suddenly asked.

"Yeah." You wanted to laugh thinking of that ridiculous woman, "She was ready to take me to court after caring about her daughter. She said I was trying to take her away or whatever, but I can't help it if Aaliyah likes me. Besides I love kids."

"Yeah, sorry about that. The girl is crazy." 

You nodded quickly, agreeing with him. 

"Do you got any kids? I mean you look pretty young, but..."

Your heart sunk, "Well... I haven't um... Been able to conceive so no. That's kind of why I spend a lot of time with kids, to make up for the loss."

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, no. It's fine, really. I've only tried it a few times with one person, and after the multiple failures I was too scared to try again so we gave up on each other." 

"Damn, I really didn't mean to bring that up."

"No, it's alright. Really." You sighed, "For now, I'm more focused on helping these kids get better and enjoy ballet cuz it can be a lot of fun." 

You could still see he was slightly upset by your news, so you decided to change the topic. 

"So Mr. Stevens-"

"Erik." 

"Yes, Erik." You smiled, "I'm curious to know about your natural talent. Did you dance when you were younger?"

"Nah. I always knew how to dance, but not this ballet shit. I was in the Navy and I did a bunch of training that made me work on stealth. I guess it counted for more than military stuff." 

"Ohhh, okay that makes sense."  

It was silent for a moment, until both of you tried to speak at the same time.

"You first." He insisted.

"Well I was hoping that I'll see you next month for the Father's Day dance class. I stopped doing them cuz the dads wouldn't show up, but I mean a big, strong guy like you decided to come to the Mother's Day class, so I thought, why not? I would love to have you again, it was really fun."

"I did this for Aaliyah, let's make that clear." He stated, attempting to come off as if he didn't enjoy the class.

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, "Ballet isn't only for women. I'm sure you would've been the next Carlos Acosta if you started out when you were younger." 

"Who?" Erik raised his eyebrow. 

"He's a ballet dancer. But anyways, you should come. We can do more lifts and tricks, it'll be fun."

"We?" He gave you a suggestive look. That only made you blush and turn your head.

"Anyways! So will you be joining us again?" 

He scratched his beard, "On one condition."

"Which is?" 

He knew you were quite interested after he caught you staring more than once during the class. "Let me take you out on a date and we'll see what happens from there."

You were taken aback, "A d-date?"

"Yeah, I wanna get to know you more and see why my daughter likes you so much." 

Your heart was beating so loudly, you were convinced that Erik could hear it. "I uh- y-yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Great." He smiled, showing off his gold fangs that you just took notice of. 

Aaliyah came back with two packs of skittles, a pack of starbursts and Doritos. She watched you both exchange numbers. "I'm back!" 

"Ready to go, Li?" He turned to his daughter after you finished giving him your number.

"Yep! Bye Miss (Y/n)!"

"Goodbye, sweetheart. See you next weekend. Bye Erik, see you soon." 

He winked at you as he walked out, "Bye, Miss (Y/n)."  The door finally locked, and the butterflies that were flying rampant in your stomach had finally settled down.

"What was she writing in your phone?" Aaliyah asked Erik while eating a handful of Skittles.

"None of your business, girl." He replied, taking the bag of starbursts out of her hand.

"Aww, you never tell me anything!" She huffed.

"That ain't true." He disagreed, popping two pink starbursts into his mouth.

"Yeah!"

"No."

"Yeah, it is!"

"No, it ain't."

The two bickered back and forth until they were in his Range Rover. 

"You like her, don't you?" Aaliyah teased. 

"Uhhh." He wasn't sure if he could answer that truthfully or just start another debate with his daughter again.

"It's okay daddy, I like her too." She said, buckling up as he started the engine.

He grinned at her through his rearview mirror, "Yeah, she's cool."

"Can we get ice cream?" 

"You got ice cream money?"

"Daaadddy?!" She whined.

"I'm just playing, let's go." He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the ice cream parlour. 

Happy Mother's Day! - I know this wasn't that much about Mother's Day, but I didn't want to write your typical Mother's Day one-shot. I wanted to make it unique. 

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. If you haven't guessed it, I am in fact a dancer. 

I do ballet, acro and jazz (I've done other dances, but this is what I've been doing this year). I didn't want to get too technical with the ballet glossary terms because it would come off as gibberish, unless you are a ballet dancer as well.

If you dance, let me know. What style? If you do ballet, are you with RAD? I am. 

Thank you for reading!

(Start/Finish: May 10, 2019 - May 11, 2019)

2023 Note: Forgot to upload this on Mother’s Day, so here it is on Father’s Day instead :P 

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

[the-wanderer-2022]

Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 7 - Dark Namor x Reader

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

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Her head whips back like a lightning bolt. It as if icy water has been poured down her back, the feeling of hands and fingers and breathing and the mist coming from her mouth in the cool air is all so much.

(Y/N)’s heart softens a little when she sees her brother at her side. They are sitting in the dimly lit fog of a cavern. She scans the room, struggling to see anything for a while, until him. And how she could have missed him is a wonder. He is within arm’s reach of her.

Seeing him up close is no easy feat to endure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure, but when she sees his face, it feels like looking at a ghost. Is it passion or insanity she gleams in his eyes as his calloused hands roll down her cheek, his breath heavy.

“My beautiful, beautiful (Y/N).”

“I . . .” The voice that has always been hers now seems strange to hear. “I am not yours.”

Not trusting herself to say more, she goes silent but the King appears undeterred.

“I have waited so long for this moment. Eric. Leave.”

“She’s uncomfortable . . .”

“Without reason I assure you. Do not be excessively troubled for her, it could be very hazardous to your health.”

It is clear Erik is torn but at her nod, he squeezes her hand and leaves.

“You dare threaten my brother?”

“I threaten everyone my queen,” he smiles with all the warmth of a boa constrictor. She flinches when he takes a seat next to her, wrapping her in his arms. Her attempts to struggle appear almost unnoticed by him.

“Fear is the most effective tool my love,” he whispers, leaning closer and inhaling her hair with long deep gasps. “You will see that in time.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“I said let go . . .”

“I’ve waited an eternity to hold my mate in my arms. You don’t know what that does to a man (Y/N). How many days and nights, drawing you, dreaming of you, the scent of your hair, the richness of your perfume. The last time you were here . . .”

“The last time . . .”

He touches a finger to her lips. “Forgive me. I spoke too impulsively.” He paused, her face in his grip, not letting her turn away. “We do not want to anger the gods.”

She laughs but there is no mirth to it. “My heart aches for you my King. Not at the top of the food chain after all.”

Her expectations are disappointed as he chuckles in return, ignoring the insult. “Call me ‘my King’ again. It reminds me of . . .” His gaze flickers to her lips. “Old times. You know I really do love you (Y/N). It started as a tiny spark but now, sometimes I swear I feel it burning my insides up . . .”

“That doesn’t sound healthy.”

“Oh I know it’s not!” he roars, his eyes twinkling with laughter. “I know it’s not. But you haven’t seen me before you.” His eyes glisten, empty husks. “You don’t know how bad I can get. I’m damned without you but if you remain, then perhaps . . .”

“You’re insane.”

“Love drives men to insanity.”

“Clearly you’ve never met my ex . . .”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she knows she has made a mistake.

“Yes . . . your dear Erik has been educating me about your surface world.” He twirls a strand of her hair around his fingers before drawing her face to his with a snarl. “I doubt I will ever have the chance to meet these so-called exes of yours. What with them being deceased and all, it might make setting up a meeting difficult.”

“Fucking let go of me!” (Y/N) snaps and the effort it takes to kick herself free from him almost sends her flying down the stairs. “You’re crazy! You’re insane! And I don’t know what the fuck you want with me but I’m having no part in it! I’m gone! I’m out! Gone! Now give me my brother and take me home!”

“To your father?”

“Yes to my . . .” The satisfying smirk he has on his face makes her want to grab a stalactite and impale him with it. “What?!”

“I warned you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I warned you that love makes people insane.”

“You son of a . . .” He grabs her arm in mid air as she tries to strike him, bawling so hard it’s a wonder she is able to see straight. “I hate you! I fucking hate you! I wish I’d never met you! My body, my brother, my father! What else are you going to fucking take from me?!”

“Come now my beloved,” he murmurs, kissing her clenched knuckles. “You are going to hurt my feelings. You wanted to go back to your father. Now he is no more and hence there is nothing for you to go back to. You’re where you always should have been. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

With every word his face becomes more distorted, his eyes ever shadowy, he looks like a demon sent from the pits of hell and she is just crying and crying and crying and his eyes are as devoid of emotion as could be.

“My little feather serpent goddess.”

#namor headcanon #namor x reader #wakanda forever #yandere namor #black panther 2 #dark namor #shuri #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #namor imagine #feather serpent goddess #feather serpent goddess chapter 7

[tiredeyesight]

shattering emotions

description : you turn to erik when your powers get out of control leaving the xmen heart broken taking an especially hard toll on ororo, when you come back the usually composed storm shatters

word count : 761

a/n : the end is kind of short sorry about that. anyways storm 🫶 also i’m mad in love with the erik actually having a daughter figure and not being a cranky old man but honestly that suits him lmao. i hope you enjoy this read! my requests are still open as well💓

you left when the moon was high in the sky, stars directed you exactly to his location. you knew the costs of going to erik for help rather than charles, but erik had always been more patient, caring towards you. he was like a father figure. your mutation had been going out of control and made you feel like a safety hazard around everyone, so for everyone else’s sake you left.

the xmen were heart broken and distraught as they each read that small note on a sticky note on your bedside table. however ororo, your girlfriend, broke down into tears after reading the small note. questions and thoughts ran around her mind at the speed of light. your disappearance caused her to isolate herself and barely taking care of herself too.

erik was the same erik you knew and cared for, despite being on opposing sides of this war the two of you had grown fond of the other. he helped you take interest of your new more powerful abilities and guided you on how to use them. more or less of the rest of erik’s team was fairly welcoming as you stayed as a guest for a while.

it was late at night and sleep couldn’t take over your body. guilt began seeping into your pores and going through your veins, was ororo alright? you made a personal leave date and escape back to the school in hopes everyone would accept you again.

you woke up after a dreadful sleep yet again. as you prepared for the day charles voice began to become louder and louder in your mind. you tried to ignore the familiar voice protruding around in your mind but as soon as the words, ‘ororo needs you y/n, she isnt talking to any of us and barely taking care of herself.’ you just needed a few more days to master the rest of your new abilities but you could do it later. ororo needed you.

as you began packing up your stuff rather quickly and not so carefully. a knock came to your door. fuck. ‘y/n are you up? we need to start training in 5 minutes’ erik’s voice slowly began to flow into your guest room. ‘uh yea i’ll be out in a little sorry’ you uttered out. you knew he would be okay with you going back to the xmen, he knew that you would go back. but you felt so bad, he was a father to you. but you had to go and you had to tell him

‘erik’ you called out, ‘yes y/n?’ he responded. ‘can you come here i need to talk to you.’ he opened your door within seconds and instantly asks ‘are you alright?’ ‘yes i’m fine erik, um but i need to go back to the xmen. i want to stay here and spend more time with you but i need to help those at the school and i feel so bad but we both knew i would have to leave soon.’ you softly spoke as tears welled up in your eyes. ‘y/n it’s okay, we both we knew it was going to happen sooner or later. i wish we were on the same side but two different people and two different perspectives. your like a daughter to me, i won’t hold it against you’

a smile was brought to your face as he said those words. ‘your like a father to me as well’ you admitted as you packed away your final items. you left the site with a singular hug to erik.

as soon as you got back to the mansion of a school you instantly fled from peering eyes to ororo’s room. she was curled up in her blankets on her bed staring into the abyss. shit. was she like this the entire time while you were gone? ‘go away’ she mumbled.

‘i’d rather stay’ you said in response. she shot out of her bed looking in you direction. ‘you.’ she said ‘how could you just leave with out a spoken word to me or anyone here!’ you stood there quietly as she admitted how much you had hurt her. tears began flowing through her eyes as she moves closer and closer to you wanting to feel your warmth after what felt like centuries.

‘i’m sorry ororo, i really am’ you apologised over and over again. ‘i understand your connection with him but you can’t just leave without a word.’ as she began to calm down she uttered ‘i love you’ which you uttered right back.

#ororo munroe x reader #storm x reader #xmen x reader #marvel x reader #wlw #erik lensherr x reader #magneto x reader #angst

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Break Away.

A Couple’s Getaway Sequel

Chapter four.

The story continues in Dubai where Nicole and Erik reunite

Warnings: Smut. Lots of SMUT

Word Count: 21k !!!!

will tag later:) I’m so glad to get part four out for ya’ll! please like, comment, and reblog! 

The strange thing about seeing Nicole for the first time in months is that it felt like nine years had gone by. She looked totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then she looked at him the way she always has, as if no time has passed between them. 

That was before she turned away and flounced out. 

The area around him became too claustrophobic and he impatiently pushed his way through the growing crowd to get to her. The harsh request to get the fuck out of his way slipped past the curl of his top lip as he drew closer to the restrooms. A few vibrant women brushed past him laughing and flipping their hair when he found the frosted glass door labeled womens in gold. He stood there contemplating with a deep crease in his brow before pushing the door forward and entering. 

He almost ran into an elderly white woman on her way out of the restroom. She turned crimson for a second then she gave him a dirty look. Erik stepped away and allowed the woman to leave, not giving two fucks what she thought. The click clack of his dress shoes against the porcelain stone was deafening. The bathroom mirrors above the sinks created multiple reflections of him and the dim lights made his skin appear more russet. A toilet flushed and Erik’s raven-colored eyes zeroed in on the third stall. The door opened and a flustered Nicole stepped out. She rushed to the sink and began washing her hands and when she reached up to dry them his presence startled her. 

She noticed him and she’s rooted to her spot. He didn’t have to hear her heartbeat to know that it had to be pounding away at her chest. She just stared with unblinking eyes. She didn’t even shake. Just there in total paralysis. Erik’s eyes took their time drinking her in. That round face he still found adorable and precious. The deep brown of her skin has saliva gathering in his mouth for a taste of her. He could tell she’d been working out. She’s full-figured, strong, and sexually attractive. He could see that rotund ass from the front and the swell of her breast in that eye-catching dress thrilled and infuriated Erik all the same. 

He sensed that she wanted to speak, but his presence made that difficult. Erik approached her with tentative steps, one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other extended to touch her. She didn’t back away from him when he finally made it into her private space. He could smell the fruity, floral scent of her perfume and it took all his strength to keep from kissing her. Nicole’s cinnamon eyes didn’t shy away from him. She held his gaze head-on and didn’t back down once. He loved that shit. Her sweetly curved mounds had a sheen of sweat over them and it made her look even sexier. 

“Why did you run away from me?” Erik questioned.

“…what are you doing here?” She asked softly.

“Business. Nik…why did you take off like that?”

Nicole pouted her lips in a way that looked naughty to Erik and he had to bite down on his fleshy bottom lip. Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal. There was so much they both wanted to say but couldn’t. When his fingertips touched her wrist, then gliding up her smooth arm, Nicole gasped and tilted her head up at him. He felt it immediately—the great attraction to Nicole hot and heavy beneath his fingertips. 

“Why?”

“Because…you shocked me by being here, E. This is the last place I expected to see you.”

“You threw a nigga off too,” Erik inched closer, “Damn, I can’t believe you’re standing here right now…”

“I know,” Nicole looked away to stare at their many reflections through the parallel mirrors, “After finally hearing from you—”

“If you think I’m gon’ let you leave this bathroom tonight and go our separate ways you got another thing coming.” 

Nicole’s mouth dropped open.

“I’m serious. I haven’t seen you, heard your voice, smelled you, touched your skin, for months, Nik. I’ve been going fucking crazy wondering if you would ever talk to me.”

Erik—”

With one large hand raised he silenced her again. 

“Let me finish. Look, I know I fucked up not telling you about Arnelle and Sha. I know I have a lot of making up to do and trust me, I have some ideas in mind, baby girl.”

Erik grabbed Nicole’s chin and forced her to look at him. He could see the light reflecting in her eyes. Even the gloss of her succulent lips. She was so goddamn beautiful. He shook his head to focus and when he clenched his jaw he noticed her lips part. She was killing him softly. 

“Fuck, baby…I’m trying to be real with you right now. Why are you so fucking gorgeous?”

“I’m listening,” Nicole whispered weakly.

“That ain’t got nothing to do wit’ it. I know you’re paying attention. I haven’t been near you in so long…”

“How do you think I feel?” Nicole spoke with a tremble, “I—”

The bathroom door pushed open and Erik wrapped an arm around Nicole’s waist, pushing her inside the stall she came out of and closing the door. Her back is pressed against the door and Erik is practically standing over her with how much taller and bigger he is compared to her. They just stared at each other while the few women occupying the restroom walked in and out of stalls, cleansed their hands, and refreshed their lipstick. Nicole took her hands and with her nails she dragged them down Erik’s chest. To avoid making too much noise, Erik buried his face into her neck. 

The pain Nicole felt in her chest and shoulders was because of her state of shock. Her breathing changed. The muscles in her abdomen constricted. Time seemed to slow down. She’s still trying to comprehend what she’s seeing and feeling. It had her so clumsy that she had to relieve herself before she soiled her panties. She doesn’t recall ever feeling this electrified by any man, not even her ex-husband. It’s unbelievable. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Nicole placed one hand on the back of Erik’s neck and the other around his tie. 

He felt like a big teddy bear against her. A smile crept up her face and she had to close her eyes to stop the tears. Words can’t describe this feeling. The sudden butterflies that flutter in the pit of her stomach has her taken aback. When he nuzzled his face against her neck she giggled softly. When the bathroom fell into silence again, Erik lifted his face to stare at her beautiful face again. He kissed a path across the bottom of her jaw and down her throat, pausing over her pulse to suckle gently. 

“Yes,” She hissed as he nipped and turned her head to give him full access. He laved over the spot like a cat marking its territory and then sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. Nicole jerked in his arms and held him tighter to her, whimpering. Erik growled then with satisfaction, a deep resonant sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. A sensual haze surrounded them and it made Nicole realize just how close she was to tearing off her clothes and letting him fuck her in that bathroom stall. Nicole came up for air and Erik reluctantly removed his lips from her sugary skin to look at her. 

 He lowered his head and Nicole elevated hers and when his lips touched hers she would have melted if his hands on her waist didn’t keep her still. Erik pushed deeply into her mouth as she forced her tongue into his. They battled, both wanting to feast on what they had denied themselves. Nicole clung to him as her head twisted to the right then the left. Each time she moved, she drove deeper inside his welcoming home. As if the sound of a timer reached their ears they separated. They stared at the swollen lips that they had denied tasting for months. Erik grunted with glossy eyes and plunged the thick muscle against hers and pulled her head to the side, giving him deep access. He took her mouth, bruising her lips and when she fought back he sucked on her tongue, growling low as he rubbed his growing erection against her. 

“E…E,” Nicole placed her hands on his face, “slow down.”

“Now you know I can’t do that, baby,” Erik breathed out harshly, “you taste so fucking good and I miss you.” 

He said that he missed her with a breathy voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He ignored her and continued to kiss her until he could feel her shivering with anticipation. Her breasts were a tantalizing offer for him the more her chest pressed against his. Nicole took charge and grabbed his handsome face. She used her thumb to rub against his full lips and then pulled his face in towards hers. Nicole kissed his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead. One of her hands is on the back of his neck, holding him, guiding him. 

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting it playfully, alternating between his upper and lower lips. Erik closes his eyes and now she kisses his eyelids. The velour of his suit tickled her fingertips and when she stopped kissing him to just admire him from head to toe, Erik frowned and it was so adorable that it made Nicole giggle. 

“You need to stop teasing me, Nik.” 

Nicole reached behind her to open the stall door. She breathed out and walked over to the sink to fluff out her hair and cool off. Erik stood firmly behind her and rubbed up and down her sides, kissing along her neck and dragging his teeth across her skin. Nicole wiggled and bumped him with her booty, causing Erik to rock back on his heels. Through the mirror, Nicole could see his expansive flesh straining the front of his slacks.

“That tickles,” Nicole stared at him through her lashes, “you’re really here.” 

“Yeah. So are you.” 

Nicole was no longer tipsy from her drinks at the table. Speaking of the table…

“Shit, they’re probably wondering where I am.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“My friends. I told them I had to go to the bathroom and it’s probably been over ten minutes.” 

Erik turned Nicole around to face him and grabbed both of her hands, bringing them to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles. Nicole couldn’t look at him without smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry,” Erik lilted, “I’m sorry for all that shit. For dragging you into that mess on the balcony with me and Nelle. I should have kept it cool but after everything you told me, I couldn’t look at that nigga the same. I just can’t help but think like…what if it was just me and you from the jump?”

“It’s okay, Erik. I forgive you. I’ve forgiven you for a while now actually…”

He dropped his gaze to her hands. The absence of her wedding ring made it feel more real. If only he could experience the same thing with ease. Nicole lifted his chin so he could look at her. Those puppy dog eyes made her swoon. 

“I forgive you, E. All that is in the past. Truthfully, I was afraid to speak to you. I figured moving on would be better…maybe it still is…”

Erik’s expression hardened. He didn’t like the sound of that. Not when she’s right here. 

“But we both know I can’t stay away from you…yeah?”

Nicole’s smile and the apples of her cheeks made the corners of Erik’s mouth turn up and the hairs on his arms to rise. 

“…but I can’t deny that I missed you too, and that I haven’t wanted this for some time. Even my friends knew it.”

“They know about me and you?” Erik lifted a brow.

“Oh yeah. I don’t keep anything from them.” 

“Oh word?” Erik chuckled.

“Are you mad?” Nicole asked with a curious tone.

“Nah. No. Let me meet your friends.” 

Nicole’s eyes grew wide.

“Ha…what, ma? You scared?”

“No,” Nicole tilted her head, “okay…maybe a little…”

Erik swung her arms around his waist and he pulled her into a hug. He swayed her from side to side, not wanting to let her go.

“We should get going,” Nicole said.

She grabbed Erik by the hand and led him out of the bathroom.

“And then I told her, I said, bitch, get out of that house right now! Don’t let that man convince you otherwise!“ London spoke with a slur.

“Damn right!” The other girls shouted in unison. 

The ladies clinked glasses before finishing off their drinks. The waiter hadn’t come back so they could order their main courses and neither of them questioned what was taking Nicole so long in the bathroom. Figured it was a line to even get a chance to use it. Brooklyn and Serenity talked quietly with flirtatious touches and giggles. Gianna, Ximena, and London watched them while snickering behind their glasses. 

Ximena took one look over London’s shoulder and she could make out Nicole walking back to their table hand-in-hand with a guy that towered over her. One look at him would make you panting hot and wet. She picked up a guy this quickly on her way to the bathroom?! The closer they got, the more she could perfectly make out bulging muscles. He wore a black, silken shirt that clung to his muscled frame and tight, black slacks showing off his toned legs. He is truly, desperately handsome, and stylish. The style of his black-brown hair caught her eye as well. Tapered locs neatly side-swept.

“Looks like Nicole found herself a fine ass man on her way to the bathroom!” Ximena spoke eagerly. 

The other four women abruptly turned in their seats to see and London took in a sharp breath while Brooklyn’s mouth dropped open. They were too stunned to speak, their reactions mirroring Nicole’s. Their friend finally made it back to the table with her fingers interlocked with his, eyes darting everywhere, avoiding their gaze. The gorgeous man, however, allowed his eyes to drift over them with a slight curve of his lip. He turned a lascivious grin on Nicole and playfully nudged her with his broad shoulder. 

“Ladies…um—this is Erik–”

“We already know who he is,” London announced before Nicole could even finish.

“Not all of us,” Gianna automatically replied before reaching out to shake the sexy man’s hand, “I’m Gianna. Nice to meet you, Erik.” 

“You as well,” Erik shook her hand briefly.

“Nik? Did you know he was going to be here?” Brooklyn mouthed to her in an attempt to whisper but everyone at the table could hear her. 

“No. It—it’s just a crazy coincidence.” 

Nicole bashfully looked up at Erik before hurriedly averting her gaze again. 

“So–wait, you two know each other?” Ximena questioned while nursing a new drink in her right hand. 

“From back home, yes,” Erik peeked at Nicole, “Is it okay if I join you, ladies?”

Everyone spoke at once, announcing their acceptance, still in a state of confusion and shock to even understand what was happening. The liquor played a part in it all as well. 

Erik pulled out Nicole’s chair and pushed it in like a gentleman before taking an empty seat that Serenity happily pointed out for him. Erik made himself comfortable and removed his velour jacket, folding it neatly over the back of his chair. He brought one arm up and over Nicole’s shoulder, his eyes taking in everyone at the table with a teasing smile. London was bursting at the seams to speak. She turned her attention to Nicole for answers but her friend was too busy blushing prettily. 

Their waitress finally showed up to take their orders and all the ladies except Nicole had figured out what they wanted. She was skimming over the menu with Erik, giggling at times, nodding her head whenever he pointed at something and explained to her quietly what it was. Finally, after five long minutes, Erik ordered for the both of them and kindly handed his menu over to the waitress. 

“That was rather sweet of you, Erik,” London snarked. 

Nicole looked across at her best friend and silently begged her to chill out. 

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t intend on intruding. You see, I hadn’t expected to see Nicole here in Dubai at all. To see her in person for the first time in months…You get where I’m going with this, right? London, Brooklyn, it’s good to see you both. I hope everything is good.” 

Brooklyn gave Erik an amused smirk, “No need to apologize. It’s good to see you too, Erik. I’ve been great, actually. You?” 

Erik snickered and looked across at Brooklyn, “Busy. That’s why I’m here in Dubai. Work.” 

“I’m Serenity, nice to meet you,” Serenity waved at Erik with a smile.

“Are there any more fine men like you on this business trip, Erik?” Ximena piped in, an amused giggle escaping her lips. 

“Uh, there are men but you ladies are too good for any of them so,” Erik licked his lips and fought off a laugh. 

“What do you do, Erik?” Gianna asked.

He’s an architect,” Nicole spoke for him while Erik finished taking a sip of her water. London gave her friend an incredulous look. 

“Ooooh! That’s so cool! I was between majors and decided to do engineering instead!” Ximena squawked.

“Still a great career with plenty of opportunities. What exactly do you do?” Erik asked. 

“Systems is my main field,” Ximema responded happily. 

“That’s dope. Not many women get into engineering so it’s always refreshing to see that.” Erik said. 

“Okay, so can I ask the question?” Serenity said with a huge grin, “How did you two meet?”

Nicole locked eyes with Erik and her round cheeks lifted with her smile, “Rooftop bar and restaurant.”

London silently chuckled behind her hand. Only her and Brooklyn knew what was really going on between them. 

“The minute I laid eyes on her she stole my breath, I mean…look at her? She’s fucking beautiful.” Erik’s eyes heated up with blatant, wild lust. 

Nicole’s eyes slid to his and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“Whew,” Ximena fanned herself, “I thought this drink was going to be the only thing to heat me up!”

All of the ladies giggled. 

Erik knew he should at least inform his group that he would not be returning tonight. But this mouth-watering, beauty sitting next to him with her enticing fragrance and whiskey-colored eyes had his full and undivided attention. With a fingertip, Nicole traced his lips, letting her lovely eyes follow the movement of her nail sliding across his mouth. 

She still couldn’t believe that he was sitting here with her at the most unexpected time. She never really  believed in the development of events beyond a person's control, but slowly she began to understand. The way his onyx eyes stared at her in amazement and desire made her stomach tighten with need. It took the strength of an army to fight the urge to kiss him then. Nicole turned away from him and Erik lightly pecked her cheek. 

“You two are SO CUTE!” Serenity said, eyes musing at them both. 

“So, I guess that means you’ll be coming with us?” Nicole questioned with a weak voice. She wanted confirmation. 

“For tonight, yes,” Erik’s brows frowned with frustration, “I have to let my team know about my plans. Where are y’all staying?”

“Atlantis Resort. It’s so nice. We have rooms with an aquarium,” Nicole said. 

“Sounds dope. I’m at the Bulgari Resort. It’s more common for business. I’d like to come wit’ you…stay the night?”

Nicole couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her face against his neck, breathing in his cologne. Even touching him sent electric shocks up her spine! She didn’t want to let go of him. He looked damn good, even better than the last time she saw him. That’s the thing with Erik, you see him once and it leaves an impression, then the next exchange is ten times greater. He’s more handsome with each occasion. It’s also the fact that he exudes BDE. 

While the ladies asked him drunk-induced questions, Nicole just looked at him with awe. She followed the movement of his plump lips when he spoke, she memorized the contour of his nose and jaw, and her eyes even strayed to his hair that she loved so much. No other man with dreads has ever made her pussy jump like Erik has. She recalls one time when he mentioned wanting to cut his hair to Shaunice. Nicole had to control her tongue, but she wanted to tell him that he looked good with them and it added to his sex appeal. She blamed it on the liquor she was drinking. 

“Nicki, you want another drink?” 

She blinked to focus, brought back to the now and out of her trance. Erik rubbed circles on her back and when her eyes lifted to his face, she could see that he wanted to laugh, probably at how hard she was staring at him. 

It’s your own fault for being this damn fine. 

“Hm?” She hummed whimsically. 

“You want another drink?” Erik questioned with a quirk of his right brow.

Nicole replied with a nod and Erik ordered for her, an unspeakable understanding between them that she was rendered speechless at the moment. 

After a short time, their food arrived and Erik simply ignored the insistent buzzing of his phone in his pocket. He didn’t drink too much but he did sample whatever he ordered Nicole. He felt possessive of her. No way was he going to let her out of his reach again. With everything going on in his life currently, he needed to keep her close. It kept him sane. While chewing on his savory food with spices and herbs, he couldn’t help but scoot her chair closer to him. A giggle floated around the table at his action and he loved to witness the elevation of Nicole’s cheekbones whenever she tried to fight off a blush. 

Don’t hide it, gorgeous.

This woman was his undoing. Thoughts of going back to her hotel to be alone with her stirred things within him he struggled to control. He could feel her relax into him while she talked with her girls, smiling and taking small sips of her drink so as not to ruin her lip gloss. He could still taste traces of that gloss on his own lips. Erik greedily swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. Not only did he feel himself grow stiff, but he also felt a warmth in his chest that reminded him of the feelings he had for her. Feeling he feared to share. 

Behind his smirk and calm eyes at that dinner table, a burst of emotion inside of him fought to get free of its caged confinement. The energy at the table filled with dazzling excitement worked to keep him in check. He really wanted to pull her close and stick his tongue down her throat. He wanted to place her in his lap and feel every inch of her body with his gluttony for her. He wanted to skip this meal and go back to her hotel to make up for lost time. But he had to be patient. Things still needed to be patched up. He’s still legally bound to Shaunice. He needs to be careful with his actions if he plans on making her his one and only. But, it’s so hard to ignore the pleasurable ache in his groin to have her all over that goddamn hotel room tonight. 

“I didn’t realize how late it is,” London said while checking the time on her phone, “Should we get desert to go?”

“I’m so stuffed from all this seafood I don’t think I can add dessert on top of it,” Ximena said while rubbing her belly.

“It’s all these drinks!” Brooklyn added. 

Nicole waved down the waiter and he arrived to clear the table. Shortly after, he returned with a check that had all the women gaping. 

“Holy shit, five hundred dollars!”

“What the fuck did we get,” A drunk Serenity said. 

“I’ll take care of it.” 

All eyes fell on the man at the table. 

“Erik, seriously?” Nicole questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” 

Erik took the check and added his card. He closed the checkbook and slid it towards the edge of the table for the waiter to grab, “it’s the least I can do for joining you ladies on such short notice.”

Him and that charm.

A collective ‘thank you’ with glittering eyes erupted from the table. Erik replied with a boyish grin. Nicole knew he had the money to cover the bill but she felt a little put out that he did that. She hoped it wasn’t because of her. 

“E, why did you do that? I know you got the money but…we could have taken care of it,” Nicole whispered low enough for the both of them to hear, her lips almost touching his ear.

Erik turned to her, their noses barely touching, “It’s a kind gesture that I wanted to do, Nik. It’s not just because of you. I like your friends and it’s my way of saying thank you for allowing me to sit here.”

His soft voice made her shiver.

“Okay,” Nicole shrugged, “Thank you for that, E. That was really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Erik sealed the compliment with a chaste kiss. 

Nicole pulled back to rub her gloss from his lips with her thumb. They locked eyes for a minute, neither one of them turning away until all the ladies started gathering their things to leave. 

“I gotta make a stop to speak to my work team first, I’ll be out right after, okay?”

Nicole nodded, “We’ll let our driver know to wait for you.” 

Erik vacated his seat first to help Nicole out of her seat. When she finally stood up, he pulled down the bottom of her dress and placed a kiss on her neck. 

“E, go,” Nicole said with a gentle push at his sturdy chest, “we’ll be outside.” 

Erik gave her a final smile, all dimples, and gums, before walking away. 

“Ooooo, looks like someone is getting D tonight!” Brooklyn spoke excitedly.

“You have some explaining to do Missy,” London said with an accusatory tone.

They carefully walked out of the restaurant into the cool evening, spotting their hotel transportation. The driver noticed them coming and opened the automatic doors with a push of a button. Gianna trotted around to the driver’s side in her heels to inform the driver of one more guest that will be accompanying them. Serenity and Brooklyn climbed inside first, hand in hand, and then Ximena joined them. 

“You had no idea that he would be here?” 

Nicole gave London a flat look, “No. I was walking to the bathroom and we passed each other. Something told me to turn around and that’s when I noticed him.”

“That’s so wild,” London shook her head, “He’s so head over heels for you, Nicki.” 

“I know,” Nicole exhaled with a shaky breath, “It’s so scary.” 

“The way he looks at you?” London asked.

“His look, his energy…”

“Girl, you have a lot on your plate!” London shouted.

“I’m sorry. I saw how annoyed you looked at the table. I know this is supposed to be a girls trip.” 

London shook her head with a roll of her eyes, “Initially I was a bit vexed but you two hadn’t seen each other in months and I know how much you care about him and seeing the way he looked at you tonight made my heart swell. I’m good, plus, who’s to say I won’t be sleeping with a fine man on this trip?! If Brooklyn, Serenity, and you can get some, why can’t I?”

Nicole cackled at her best friend. 

“Here he comes, he’s so big!” London jokingly said.

“Shut up.” Nicole teased. 

Erik approached them with his suit jacket in hand, more than ready to join them for the evening. 

“All set. Ready to roll?” He asked. 

Nicole grabbed his hand, “Hell yes.” 

London entered the van and then Erik helped Nicole inside before he joined her, the doors sliding closed and the hotel driver taking off.

They arrived at the iconic entertainment destination set on 114 acres of the iconic Palm Island. The ladies filed-out of the resort van and through the lobby doors, stumbling in five-inch heels and laughing. Nicole is hand-in-hand with Erik, shaking her head at her friends, feeling her own drink but full of nerves more than anything at the moment. Erik watched her with keen eyes, uncaring of her friends' wild antics. All he cared about was Nicole. His calloused hand possessively holding hers, squeezing to gain her attention so he could smile handsomely at her, had her stomach doing somersaults. 

“Stop looking at me like that, E,” Nicole said with a soft spoken voice. 

Any other time, she would be able to meet his gaze head-on. She wanted to hide her face against his neck. Erik leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss on Nicole’s hair. They finally made it to the elevators, Gianna waving at them to hurry before the doors closed. Erik pulled Nicole in front of him to enter the elevator first. The doors closed and her friends watched as Erik bent forward and started peppering light, ticklish kisses along her neck and exposed shoulder while his hands encased her waist. The ladies watched with thunderstruck expressions, Brooklyn unable to contain herself when she reached for her phone to snap a few candid photos. 

“We already know what she’s getting into tonight!” Serenity shouted.

Everyone, including Erik, laughed boisterously. 

“Shut up, y’all!” Nicole giggled.

The private elevators finally stopped and Erik and Nicole were the first to exit. London decided to join Gianna and Ximena for the evening to give Erik and Nicole some space. When they entered their underwater suite, Erik’s eyes lit up with astonishment at the immense floor-to-ceiling windows into the massive aquarium. The suite has an upstairs and downstairs, each room a private area of two bedrooms each for the ladies. Erik stood before the gigantic aquarium, the blue hue of the water cloaking his body. Nicole took a seat on a plush sofa to remove her shoes, watching Erik with his hands in his pockets. 

When the coast was finally clear, Nicole walked over to him, leaning her left shoulder against the glass, her mocha skin shimmering with the body glow she wore. Erik felt her presence and cut his eyes at her, the shining black orbs holding so much emotion there. Lust. Admiration. Adoration. Happiness. Possibly something deeper. It was exciting and thrilling but also scary. After all, trusting someone with your heart is no simple task. What if it gets broken? If you're afraid of opening your heart, it may even stem from deeper fears of vulnerability, getting hurt, abandonment, or failure. 

“What’s on your mind?” Nicole questioned cautiously. 

Erik followed a pool of tropical fish with his eyes before exhaling slowly. 

“How crazy it is to be with you right now. How much I’ve missed you. I beat myself up for months after Cabo. I fucked up by not telling you straight up about Arnelle and Sha. You were probably disgusted wit’ me for how I handled things.”

“I…,” Nicole licked her glossy lips, “I was angry, yes. I felt like…you not telling me…meant that you were trying to use that against me. I know it sounds crazy. I was just so mad at everybody that night. Mainly at myself to be honest,” Nicole traced the veins on Erik’s hand with interest, “I—for a while, I’ve been having doubts about Arnelle and me. I suspected he was messing around on me before Cabo and I didn’t press it. If I would have, then maybe…”

Nicole trailed off. She closed her eyes for a second before shaking her head. Erik faced her, concern embedded in his features. Nicole finally looked up at him and when she saw the worry crease in his brow, she used her thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. Erik grabbed her hand and kissed it, then he pressed his nose against her knuckles and inhaled her succulent fragrance. 

Nicole smiles, “You know what’s so crazy?”

Erik chuckled, “What, Nik?”

“You’re making me nervous.” She announced.

“You? Nervous? Around me?” 

“Wild, isn’t it?”

Erik smirks, “Nah…you were scary as hell back in Cabo. No shock, baby girl.” 

Nicole pushed him playfully and Erik caught her hands in a firm grip, pulling her towards him and licking the side of her face with one long swipe of his tantalizing tongue. 

Nicole blushes before licking her lips to speak, “I mean…that all changed though. I was bouncing on that dick not too long after,” Nicole dragged out with a sultry voice. 

Erik pressed his face against her neck, “Oh, I ain’t forget how much of a true rider you are.” He whispered. 

The deep rumble of his chest has Nicole’s legs feeling like jello. 

Erik took in the view of her while leaning against the aquarium, his eyes traveling from her beautiful legs all the way up to her braided hair styled in a low bun. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked up at him through her lashes, the water reflecting off of her beautiful face. Erik stepped closer, hands in his pockets and as he approached her, he thought about the two of them finally being intimate again, his hands wrapped around her braids. Nicole stared at him, one eyebrow slightly raised, her hands pressed against the glass.

“We don’t have to have sex tonight, Nik,” Erik drawled out in his deep voice.

Nicole nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip seductively and Erik’s eyes watched with interest.

“Then we would both be lying to ourselves, yeah?”

“...yes,” Erik admitted, tracing Nicole’s jaw with his knuckles.

Nicole leaned into Erik’s touch, “I want nothing more, than to have you inside of me, Erik…your mouth and hands all over my body…I’ve gone on too long trying to hide what I really want…”

Erik was about to speak but Nicole sealed her lips with his. With a growl, Erik lifted Nicole and she wrapped her meaty thighs around his waist. Her back rested against the aquarium, body trembling in anticipation as he held her in his strong arms. Erik held her tightly, Nicole’s arms circling his neck, unable to control her shivering. Erik’s hands slid up and down her spine, pressing her close and feeling her warmth. He broke the searing kiss and dragged his lips across to kiss her cheek, then back to her lips. Nicole kissed him back, hard and passionately. Erik could feel the stiffness of her nipples press into his chest as he held her tighter. He sucked on her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, then on her upper lip. She sucked his plump lower lip into her mouth and dragged her teeth across it as she release it. Their fevered kissing goes on like this for a few more moments.

"Here, let me see, baby," he crooned, gently guiding her neck to his mouth and placing kisses and licks upon the throbbing pulse in her neck. 

"That's dangerous, you know," she admonished, pulling away. "Kissing on my neck like that.” 

He arched an eyebrow at her. "You remember who you talkin’ to?" he teasingly countered. "But it's too late for you now," Wiggling her on his clothed erection, he grinned. "I like it dangerous, Nik."

Nicole laughed prettily. "That's one way to look at It I suppose." Playfully, she whipped him on the arm. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Keeping her arms about him, he palmed her ass. 

Erik’s eyes lit up with smoldering, unabashed lust. 

"Have something in mind already?" He rather naughtily asked, his voice lowering into that register of husky that did things to Nicole’s sanity.

“I plan on making that dick cum more than once tonight,” Nicole whispered. 

Erik carried Nicole over to one of the plush sofas to lay her down. 

"Yeah?”  he replied, Nicole’s arms dropping from around his neck. Erik loomed over her, “I like the idea of you on your knees between my legs…that beautiful ass in the air…my dick in your mouth while you look up at me...I’m going wild in that pussy too. Wanna see what you did to me, baby?"

Erik didn’t have to grab her hand, Nicole was already halfway there, her eyes unblinking and watching his reaction. Erik was still positioned above her, half-lidded eyes fringed with lashes never looking away. Her fingers cupped his bulge and Erik’s eyes rolled shut. He dropped his forehead to her cheek, hips thrusting into her hand desperately. Nicole squeezed him between her index and thumb, memorizing the shape of his girth down to the swollen head that was warm to the touch. 

“Too much pressure?" She asked, her mouth going dry and nipples hardening. 

Erik moaned, and the sound shot straight to Nicole’s already-throbbing clit, "Oooh," he sighed. "Your hand is so soft, Nik... Don't stop touching daddy like that.” 

Tugging his iron hard bulge taut to get a reaction from him again, Erik jerked and groaned in pleasure. He lifted his handsome face to watch her stroke him. His pink tongue peeked out to wet his lips as his breathing increased, eyes dark and sultry. "Yesss," he hissed, closing his eyes and relaxing into her hand, holding himself up on his hands. Nicole spread her legs for him and Erik didn’t hesitate having his way with her. He stroked her fat pussy lips through her lace panties, lost for words at how soaked she is. 

“Your pussy is always so fuckin’ wet, Nik. And so fuckin’ fat and soft.” 

“I love that you love my pussy so much,” Nicole giggles, “And your dick is big and tasty.” 

Erik circled Nicole’s clit from her nasty words. 

“You’re such a freak,” Erik smirked, “I should make this pussy cum all in your panties for talkin’ like that. Keep talkin’ like that and watch what I make this pussy do for me.” 

Nicole’s mewling has Erik’s sack twitching. He used his thighs to open her legs more so he could watch. He kept her pussy covered and admired the way the glistening edges of her pussy lips almost swallowed the crotch of her panties like a sandwich. Her hand on his crotch stalled when Erik created a sensual rhythm on her clit that had her moaning and begging for more. 

"That's it, baby," he coaxed her legs further with gentle hands under her calves, bending her knees up and out, opening her wide for him. "Let me make you feel good." 

He could watch her come undone 24/7. He couldn’t contain the way his heart thrummed against his chest wall. She was his undoing. This beautiful, amazing woman. 

I love you. 

“You like the way daddy stroke this pussy?” He asked, so freaking turned on by her lying here, completely at his mercy with her legs wide open. 

She arched her neck. "I love it," she whispered, her cheeks and neck covered with sweat from her obvious arousal. Between her legs, she was very damp. Almost puddle-like.

"It feels so good. Don’t stop.” She said. 

With a precise swipe of his thumb, he had her arching her spine off the sofa, saying his name. Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa with a firm grip. 

“You miss this?” Erik questioned. 

“Daddy, yes,” Nicole moaned.

“Who made this pussy wet?”

“You,” Nicole whispered. 

“Beg me…” Erik spoke huskily as his thumb roves over her clit; he wanted to suck it in his mouth. 

“Daddy, keep making my pussy wet…I want more.” She begged. 

Dropping to his knees, he bent between her open thighs and watched how his strokes affected her. Erik had to see that pussy again. There was no way he could continue torturing himself. When he peeled her lace panties to the side, he was greeted with a delicious, slippery ooze that connected to the crotch of her panties. He cursed when his eyes feasted upon her beautiful pussy again. It gave him the same rush like the first time. Her seated across from him, playing in her pussy. 

The skin of her rosy labia darkened as blood rushed to the spot from his insistent stimulation, and glistening fluid leaked out of her opening to run down her slit. Capturing some on his tongue, he licked upwards through her seam, causing her to loudly exclaim her pleasure. She was too sweet, too tempting… He flicked her clit; up, down, side-to-side, pulling on it delicately with his lips, stretching it upwards and out with his fingers, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue. Again and again, he teased her this way, while his free hand reached desperately to undo his clothing, quickly shrugging it off.

He needed to be inside of her. Now. 

“Fuck!” Nicole pulled the front of her dress to the sides and freed her breasts.

She found the base of Erik’s head, her own thrust back against the arm of the couch. His tongue is hot and wild all over her pussy. She loved it when his lips introduced themselves to her clit and inner folds, sucking and kissing every crevice he could reach. 

Bare-chested, shirt open,  his pants popped and unzipped, he freed himself into his palm and began stroking, even as he suckled hard on her erect bud, wanting to quickly bring her to climax. He reached up to cup her left breast with his free hand, pulling her nipple at the same time as he sucked her clit, and her hips bucked against him. She was positively soaking under his lips and chin now, her little breathy cries crescendoing as she quickly approached the edge.

“Erik…Erik…shit…I’m gonna cum for you!” Nicole cried. 

The moment she came, he rose up, knelt on the couch grabbed her waist and slammed himself inside her silken, sodden pussy. 

"Oh, shit! Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight!"

“Erik!” Nicole exclaimed. She was caught off guard with the introduction of hard, fat dick. 

 He fucked hard, going deep, "I love how your pussy feels squeezing me…keep gripping this dick," he commanded, riding her good, his hips shuttling fast from the start. "I miss this…I miss this so much…I want you creaming on my dick again."

Nicole couldn’t believe how hard Erik fucked her. He couldn’t control himself long enough to make it to the bed. He folded her up on that couch and dropped all ten inches of daddy dick deep in her wet tightness like a piston. This was pent up sexual frustration and an inability to contain his addiction. He wanted it passionately with her, but the taste, feel, and sight of her spread open for him made him lose his damn mind. The walls of her pussy hugged his dick perfectly. What he wanted to say was how much he fucking loved her. 

“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd!” Nicole cried out. 

He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure she was sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on her walls for a squirt in return. 

“Erik…fuck, Erik, daddy, slow down…you’re gonna make me mess up the sofa…shit…feels so good…ERIK! FUCK ERIK! FUCK!” 

Nicole convulsed beneath Erik and a loud groan flowed from her mouth. Erik’s hips collided with Nicole’s one final time and when he felt her thighs quake around his waist and the wetness from her release he leaned in, grabbed her by her jaw, and tongued her down. He denied himself a release to feel her cum on his dick again. The feeling alone almost ruined him. 

“I’m not sorry,” Erik spoke in a hushed tone, “You don’t understand the hold you have on me, Nicole…”

Erik couldn’t remember the last time he ever wanted a woman as bad as Nicole and that thought frustrated him. He thought he’d found that in Shaunice, but all this time he was looking in all the wrong places. Erik shut those thoughts from his mind and retracted his hips, leaving the warm, silky cavern between her legs. 

“I need a minute,” Nicole tried closing her thighs but they ached so bad, “I need a massage before we go another round.” 

“I’ll carry you, don’t worry.”

“Erik I’m too heavy—”

Erik scooped up Nicole from the sofa and carried her bridal style out of the lounge area of the underwater suite. Nicole guided him to her room; the double doors of her room. His slacks dragged beneath his heels and almost fell to his ankles since he didn’t fix himself. Erik opened her doors and walked with her still in his arms, the dreamy aquarium views with thousands of marine animals setting the tranquil, romantic ambience. 

Erik placed Nicole on her feet and she began to undress. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and made himself comfortable behind her, stroking her back. Hot teeth and lips nipped small bites and kisses along her shoulder and down her back as he bent to follow her spine, until he was forced to kneel to reach the sway of her juicy bottom. Erik traced his hands up and down her legs, even while placing nipping kisses upon her waist and hips, her fleshy butt, the backs of her knees. It was done so lovingly, so assuredly that Nicole felt her heart break all over again.

Erik was a man she needed. It’s so scary how much she realized that, even when she was still married to Arnelle. The more his tender kisses peppered her skin, the more she thought about what life would have been like if she were married to Erik. Nicole blinked back tears and tried to focus on the sensations Erik was giving her. She wasn’t angry with him for thrusting inside of her so suddenly. She’d probably have done the same thing. Turned him on his back and climbed on top of him. It still gave her butterflies to witness how anxious and unrestrained he was to be connected with her that way again. 

Crawling around to the front, Erik wetly laved over her hip bones, following the dip downward into the vee of her thighs, his hands smoothing over every inch of skin within easy reach. When his tongue naughtily dipped and licked straight through the center of her pussy, Nicole gave an inarticulate cry of pleasure. Running her fingers through his soft locs, she held his mouth in place as he carefully rasped across her clit with his teeth, her insides fluttering with renewed arousal. She hadn't been at all prepared to be swept away quite so thoroughly nor so quickly by reawakening desire, but in less than a heartbeat, she'd lathered his mouth and chin with her essence.

Feasting upon her with a beauty that made her control slip away entirely, Erik spent long moments attentively sweeping and suckling upon each plum-colored lip, kissing her quivering flesh with tenderness. His tongue lowered, rimmed the pink, oval opening of her sex and sunk deep inside, fucking the clenching depths of her slit with slow, insistent thrusts. His thumb began to stroke in circles around her swelling, fleshy clit even as the devilish tip of his tongue found that little sensitive spot on the upper inside of her pussy and began stroking over it with deliberate pressure. The simultaneous stimulation proved too much. A whimper escaped her panting mouth as she tightened all of her lower muscles reaching for her ruin, and a moment later, she was tumbling headlong into ecstasy, devastated by him once again.

Heart beating so fiercely that her temples ached from the pressure, Nicole dropped down into Erik’s arms, as he gathered her up and slid her onto his lap. They stayed like that, unmoving, holding onto each other, finding momentary respite in each other's embrace.

After long minutes, Erik sighed and, using his fine, honed strength, he got them to their feet. Lifting her weight easily in his arms, he carried her bridal-style to the bed, where he laid her down with care. They took time to assess each other in silence, relying to find and uproot all unspoken nuances behind their guarded expressions. It was once said that what was written in the face – in every line and curve and the amount of light contained in the meeting gaze - tells you a person's most intimate story. 

With gentle hands, Erik turned Nicole onto her stomach. Warm, calloused hands smoothed across her shoulders a beat later, massaging gently. The tension in her body melted away in an instant, and her breath returned to its normal paces. The rush of blood in her ears receded, and she lay pliant under him, giving herself over to his tenderness, forcing her muscles to relax. He glided over her back, clearly familiar with the technique of a good rub. His thumbs rubbed up and down her neck, working out her tension, they manipulated her shoulders and arms, kneading under the shoulder blades and loosening knots, they followed the curve of her spine down to her hips, where they discovered unexpected stress.

Sliding between her legs, he parted them further, and concentrated on her thighs, calves and feet, driving away all tightness. That task done, he slid back up her body. His breathing intensified as he neared her still-moist sex and paused, his thumbs resting right in the dip, a hairsbreadth away from parting her folds. He seemed to be struggling with inner demons as he lingered, suspended between actions.

Unable to guess his mood just then, Nicole stayed perfectly still, waiting on his decision, unsure what was the best course at that moment. One of his hands lifted off her thigh. In the next moment, a finger softly swiped against her opening. She turned her head into the bed sheet and moaned. He repeated the action and she shuddered, feeling her walls tighten and her body prepare for her second sexual initiation.

As if reading her thoughts, Erik’s knees wedged in closer, forcing her legs to widen, shifting her center of gravity. His hands gripped her hips, tilted them up, forcing her backside to fit tightly to the hard jut of his solid length. He pulled back, aligning the head of his dick perfectly, and with a single, deep thrust was sheathed within her to the hilt. She gasped at the sensation of being filled by him again; he stretched her out, bumped against her cervix, and filled her up until she rode that thin line of pleasure-pain.

As slowly as he had with his tongue, he thoroughly claimed her, careful not to bruise or to cause her discomfort as he surged into her depths, angling his stance to provide maximum stimulation for them both. The chorus of her gasps evolved into shallow, mewling wails as he raised her hips higher, changing the angle so he could stroke her, teasingly massaging her engorged, swollen clit in circles. His hips pumped continuously through the lush heart of her, the rhythm increasing in fervor as her sumptuous arousal bathed her thighs and the curls of his pubic hair, making them both sticky. 

“You’re so, fucking wet, baby. And the way you look right now with my dick deep inside of you…”

Need swelled, expanded to encompass her whole being. Nicole squeezed her eyelids shut and threw herself into the great wave of pleasure. Lifting her face to the ceiling, she bowed her back and screamed in bliss. Behind her, Erik’s efforts increased, his pelvis ramming against her as he took her hard, desperate.

“You make me go so crazy in this pussy, baby,” Erik said huskily, “That's it, Nik. Fuck me back. Fuck me, girl. Throw that shit back on me."

Nicole raised up on her hands and thrust back against Erik, clapping sounds louder, "Yes, oh God, yes!" she screamed as her orgasm rushed through her like a gale-force hurricane. Whipping ribbons of pleasure stung her and brought bliss such as she'd never known. Her body hummed and pulsed with it, shivered and surrendered to it.

Gripping her hips hard, Erik placed one hand around the front of her neck, and another on her waist, and crashed into her over and over; they collided with loud slaps of wet flesh.

“You never run from this dick, Nik, I love that shit. You take all this dick so well,” Erik praised her between strokes.

“Because this is my dick…this your pussy?” 

Erik groaned loudly, slapping Nicole’s ass.

 Nicole threw it back on Erik aggressively, “I can’t hear you, daddy…is this your pussy or not?”

“Yeah, this my fuckin’ pussy,” Erik finally answered but with a shutter. 

“I got you ready to bust in this pussy, daddy?” 

Erik popped her on the ass again, much harder than before. Nicole moaned for him and bounced her cheeks. 

“You ain’t have this pussy in months. You better fuck me all over this room like it’s your last time ever having this pussy, okay?” Nicole commanded with a sultry voice and a bite of her lip. 

Erik threw his head back and mouthed ‘fuck’ to the high ceiling, the length of his throat looking appetizing. 

“Cum inside of me…remind me of how good it feels to have your cum deep in me…Unh, fuck! Erik!”

A dozen passes and with a pained groan and a blast of hot air across her back, Erik came in her, his hips bucking against hers with each jet of his seed. He roared in completion and triumph. Collapsing against her as his release washed over him, Erik pressed his sweaty forehead against her back.

 "Love you… love you, my girl," he murmured between labored breaths. Against her back , his heartbeat raced. "Mine, all mine. Not… not letting you… go. Stay… with me. Always, always."

Hot, sticky, and greatly over-stimulated, it took Nicole three tries before she could make herself disentangle from Erik’s sweaty, slick body. Somehow, they'd ended up switching positions again, so that they'd continue this time with her on top. She finally looked down at him, searching his eyes for an explanation. Her chest tightened with anxiety as she played back in her mind what Erik had just told her. 

She didn’t even think he fully registered what was said. He’s panting, locs tousled and resting against his forehead like a messy bang, skin heated and damp from their sweat. His eyes are closed and lips parted, the slightest shimmer from his gold slugs peeking through. His dick is semi hard and pressed between her folds, pulsating like his heartbeat. 

“Erik…did—did you just say that you love me?”

Nicole stared at him for long moments, memorizing the angles and curves of his face, neck and the bit of his torso that peeked. He really was a handsome devil, wasn't he?

 "Erik?"

The way he tilted his head and carefully arranged his features told her that this was unexpected and not meant to be said out loud. 

“Yes, I do love you, Nik.” He finally said.

Nicole forced her gaze to meet him again without tearing up. Inside her chest, her heart skipped two beats. 

Erik continued with a piercing stare, “I’ve always loved you…more than a friend…more than I should have.”

He was waiting for her to say something, and the moment felt thick with tension. Her neck cricked with it.

"Since before Cabo?" she finally managed, forcing her gaze to meet his again.

Her lover's dark, obsidian eyes didn't flinch as he slowly nodded.

"S–seriously?"

Another careful nod.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she wet her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue and stared off to the side. 

Nicole’s blood pounded in her temples, "I love you too.”

“…But?” Erik questioned, looked away, his face tightening up in discomfort. 

“There is no but,” Nicole spoke quickly to reassure him, “I just…I’m…this is all so much at once.” 

Nicole blinked away tears, forcing them down. Erik lifted into a seated position and caressed Nicole’s bare back, his lips kissing along her neck. She sniffled against his shoulder. Both hands on each side of her face, he forced her to look at him. He placed his forehead to hers and stared at her with all sincerity. 

"I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you, Nik. After getting to know you, I hated seeing you with Arnelle. I never acted on anything before because I didn’t want to step outside of my marriage…thinking it was just some stupid, fucking infatuation towards you. I could only hope that if you feel it stirring too, you would want me the same way.  Anywhere, any time, I could give you what you need. When we were alone in Cabo, I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I wanted you so bad, Nik. I didn’t want Arnelle and Sha to show up. I wanted you to myself in Cabo. And the time apart made me realize all of that.”

Nicole allowed his confession to wash over her body. She couldn’t believe his words. All this time? Nicole thought back to her therapy sessions and how much she would beat herself up for having feelings for Erik. Just like him, she wouldn’t allow herself to admit how deeply she felt for him. Beneath all of the back and forth between them, there were feelings brewing. 

“I felt so…so dirty thinking the things I thought about you, E. I had so much shit going on, the miscarriage, my PCOS, Arnelle cheating, how I wanted my marriage to work no matter what because I wanted someone more than anything. How I hated myself for not being able to give Arnelle what he wanted—a family. And all this time, you were right fucking there,” Nicole’s bottom lip quivered and it became harder to speak, “Why didn’t I meet you before? Why couldn’t I have run into you and married you? This is all so crazy but–but these were my thoughts! We’re no better than Arnelle and Sha—”

Erik shook his head quite firmly. "We’re nothing like them, you hear me? I won't let you sit here and blame yourself and ridicule yourself over something that wasn’t your fault,”  Erik held her tightly to him again,  "You're my girl. No one else will ever touch you or hurt you again. I'll kill anyone who tries, baby. Arnelle was still in love with Sha after all these fucking years and…baby, forget that, shit. You’re here with me, right now, and I love you. I mean what I say, Nik.”

“Nicole wiped her tears, “I love you too. I love you and I feel so relieved saying it. E, I tried so hard to forget you. I even jumped into another relationship to try and get over you.”

Nicole leaned back to watched his body language carefully, paying particular attention to the tightness around his eyes as he spoke, "You we’re seeing someone else?”

Nicole sighed, unable to meet his gaze, “Yeah…his name is Andre.”

His blazing onyx eyes turned soft and he shook his head, “I have no reason to be jealous.”

“You’re right. Because, I only want you, E.”

Nicole decided to shift things back to intimacy.

"Do you believe me when I tell you that I find you to be the most desirable man that I have ever known?" she asked, locking her gaze onto his and forcing him not to look away with the power of suggestion. 

Erik’s features transformed from a set, jealous curiosity to a sincere, excitable eagerness, the moment Nicole reached between her meaty thighs to grab Erik’s shaft in her hand. She positioned herself lower so that she could lean forward and wrap her lips around his big dick. 

Erik once again couldn’t believe how good of a dick sucker Nicole is. All jaws, no teeth, lots of tongue, extra sloppy, and straight-up nasty. He tried to bite back the loudest groan but when she took him all the way down her throat Erik—uninhibited and loud, moaned. He watched her with a defeated look as she lowered her mouth over and over on his girth like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit. 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, Nik,” Erik spoke huskily, “You’re the one, baby, always been that girl.”

Nicole released her suction on his dick with an audible pop and teased him with light strokes of her tongue, “I know, because only I can make this dick cum the way I do, baby. Only I can make you feel the way you do.”  

There is no pause, she just keeps going and going. She’s committed to the sloppy top and Erik loves that commitment and spit everywhere. He wouldn’t even have to tell her, Nicole would take that dick and suck it, always going hard on the dick. She accepted the challenge of taking him all into her mouth and even between gags she still kept going. 

“So sexy…you’re so sexy…oh, fuck, you got my dick so fuckin’ stiff right now.”

Nicole hummed and purposefully made the knob of his dick hit her uvula so she could administer more spit to the task. Erik’s eyes slightly crossed and his abs flexed with each stroke. He was going to lose it. He was going to bust an enormous load down her throat. 

“I wanna fuck your mouth but you’re doing so well…should I keep still and let you eat daddy’s dick up?”

Nicole whimpered in response. 

His teeth leisurely dragged across his bottom lip as a slow ‘fuck’ flowed from his mouth. It was music to her ears. A definite pussy wetter. She wanted to hear him say it again and again. She gently tugged on his sack and gave it her all, spit flying and getting all over the sheets. She drew back and spat on his dick, Erik moaning softly. The rigidity of his dick down to the tightness of his balls received pleasure. He couldn’t go on like this and not feel that pussy. He needed that pussy. 

“Get back on this dick, Nik…nah, I’m talking ‘bout that pussy…you see what you did? Huh? You wet my fuckin’ dick up. I wanna feel that creamy pussy wrapped around me…uh-huh…get your thick, beautiful ass up here…”

Nicole lifted herself up and lowered down onto him. Speedily, she started to bounce on him while propping herself up on his chest. Erik's arms splayed out. She found a comfortable position on her feet and brought her hands to her knees, continuing to ride him, dropping all her weight down on him. Erik frowned his face in ecstasy and Nicole could watch him make that face all night and she intended to. 

“Ain’t no way you riding my dick like this,” He couldn’t believe it, “no hands baby?”

“All for you,” Nicole spoke, slightly out of breath but her stamina was on a whole other level, “Didn’t I tell you this was my dick?”

“This your dick you better stay seated when I cum too I’m blasting all this nut deep in you!” Erik spoke through clenched teeth. 

She was too creamy and tight. 

“Mmm…fuck…oh, fuck…yeah, baby…mmm…yeah, baby, take that fuckin’ dick…it’s so fuckin’ deep inside you baby…”

Nicole’s breasts swayed and circled seductively in Erik’s face, and every time she came down on his dick, Erik could see her cheeks smack against his thighs. Erik strokes her nipples and slapped her titties around, mouth-watering at the visual of all her curves. She stared straight into his eyes, never looking away, mouth hanging open, and tiny gasps filled Erik’s ears.

“Take that dick…take that fuckin’ dick, bitch.” Erik spoke deeply with lust. 

It always did something to Nicole when Erik called her a bitch. It was his accent and the gruff way he said it. Like he was commanding her. 

“Take that shit…you’re my nasty little slut, baby? You’re my nasty little dick riding slut? Huh?”

Erik cuffed Nicole’s left ass cheek and then thwacked her aggressively. She rode him harder, the dick hitting her pussy so good that she squirted in his lap. Her body trembled and her feet gave out. She fell to her knees over Erik’s body and continued to convulse. 

“All that work to make this fat, wet pussy, cum all over this dick,” Erik grabbed Nicole by the back of her neck and smashed his lips into hers. They tongued each other down, Nicole moaning into Erik’s mouth while his hands massaged all over her back to her ass. 

“You’re so fuckin’ wet on this dick, baby,” Erik whispered, “you know I’m not finished with you, right? I still gotta fuck you some more…”

“Remember when I told you that you can’t fall in love with me?” Nicole raised her hips, Erik’s dick still as hard as a missile. Nicole positioned herself reverse cowgirl and pressed her pussy on his face. She held his aching, hard dick in a tight, feminine fist. Fuck, her grip felt good! Watching between their bodies, Erik caught the whole show as she lowered her mouth onto him, stretching her glossy lips around his head and sinking low, taking him down her throat in one glorious motion.

“Yeah…I remember,” Erik ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, tasting the sweet release from her entrance, and placing kisses on her pussy lips, “And I’ll say it again, I love you, Nik.” 

She licked away her creamy release from his length and lifted off of his face. Erik met her halfway and both of them flicked tongues. They did it slowly, savoring each other’s taste. Erik took it up a notch and sucked the tip of her pink tongue into his mouth. Nicole would nibble on his fleshy bottom lip, loving how soft it is. Very quickly, they were both ready for more. 

“Turn around…you know how I want you,” Erik said with a hushed tone. 

Nicole arched her back with her ass pointed in the air. She looked back at him and wiggled her hips, each cheek having a mind of its own as it bounced. Erik's eyes trailed from her big, melanated booty down to her sultry eyes. The deep blue hue of the room from the aquarium made her body look a thousand times better. Mocha skin glistening and reflections from the water surface on her gorgeous face. 

“You know this position you’re in right now is my favorite, right?” Erik said while caressing her ass.

Nicole slowly nodded her head while biting on her finger in a flirty manner. 

“But you gotta arch deeper than that so I can stand in the pussy, baby,” Erik climbed off the bed and stood behind Nicole. She moved in front of him and bowed her back more, arms straight in front of her and palms flat on the bed. Her legs opened further and Erik could see nothing but pink pussy waiting for him. 

“Open those legs wide for me…oh, yeah,” Erik tapped the tip of his dick on her clit, “I’m a fuck this tight Lil’ pussy all over this room…and when we get back to LA…”

Erik went in slow from the back. It's so solid and her wetness is just coating him. it all just feels so good and for Nicole it felt like the first time all over again. He went slow and steady, each time he sank deep he would press down hard so she could feel it in her stomach. Nicole closed her eyes and moaned softly into the sheets. Erik breathed harshly through his flared nostrils. 

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby?” He spoke with a whisper, one hand on Nicole’s hip, making her grind her pussy back and forth on his dick. Her wet pussy started making noises and Erik’s eyes closed, his hearing more alert now so he could catch every single squelching, moist sound her dripping inner folds created. 

Nasty, baby, so nasty,” He bites his lip, unable to control his hips as they start thrusting up, back and forth, matching her movements, “Let daddy dig baby, let me push deep in my pussy, baby. Let me remind you that this is my pussy.”

Erik propelled his dick as deep as he could go, Nicole’s gasps of utter surprise making him go harder. She fisted the sheets and smashed her face into the mattress, the fabric giving her hard nipples the right amount of friction. No amount of water surrounding them could create the tidal wave that was Nicole’s ass rocking off of Erik’s sturdy hips. 

“You gon’ get all this dick and nut…and no I’m not fucking stopping...if I gotta fuck you all night I will... you deserve every inch for having a pussy like that between your thighs.” Erik said between groans. 

“Daddy,” Nicole looks back to catch Erik’s eyes and found another use for her hands. Holding those cheeks open. Her inner thighs were shaking out of control but Erik never lets up, his hands keeping her hips still in that position, his hips knocking into her ass and the back of her thighs. 

“Ohhhh….shhhhhha…fuuuck….mmmmahhh…fucckkk…that nut is right there…”

“Yes!” Nicole screamed as her orgasm rushed through her. 

“My dick is deep in this pussy,” Erik uses the thick flesh of Nicole’s ass to pull her pussy all the way up to the tip of his dick before slowly bringing her back down to the base, “Come on, ma, arch that ass and take this dick…I’ve been waiting to get back in this pussy…don’t hold out on me baby…don’t hold out on me.”

Nicole sat up on her hands to try to relieve the pressure of Erik’s dick sinking deeper inside of her. Braids in her face and eyes filled with unshed tears, no matter how much she tried to back off that long dick, Erik was right there with her, giving his all in each gut busting stroke. 

“You like when daddy make your lil’ pussy creamy, hmm?” Whack whack, “I asked you a question, Nik. Pussy is so wet and good, baby.”

“Yes! Fuck yes,” Nicole cried out, “Daddy, I’m so sensitive.”

“Cum on this dick…cum on this dick.” 

She released another flood on his dick and Erik vacated her pussy. Nicole rolled over onto her back to look up at him through glossy eyes. Erik stood between her wide legs, two hands stroking over his long, thick dick in a twisted motion. Her eyes fell to his hefty sack swinging between his muscular thighs so inviting. 

“Bring that dick back over here,” She brought her legs back so her knees could touch her ears, “I want you to finish in my pussy, daddy.” 

Erik was back inside, both of them sighing with pleasure. No talking, just completely in the zone, Erik held Nicole’s thighs back, face neutral minus the constant fluttering of his eyelids. He watched every single emotion on Nicole’s face like a movie. Dreads hanging, sweat dripping from his forehead, and tongue constantly licking his lips, Erik looked even sexier to her in that moment than ever before. He looked this way because of her. Because of how good she made him feel. Because of how much he loved her. 

Nicole sobbed tears of pleasure, “Daddy please don’t stop fucking me,” Nicole spoke beneath him, a breath leaving her body unevenly with each downward Pump, “even when I make daddy’s dick cum, don’t stop. Don’t stop giving me that dick, daddy. I want you inside me forever. Please, please, please, stay inside of me. Oh…fuck! Don’t stop fucking me—”

Erik, up on his hands, body looking magnificent, hips slowly grinding all that good dick inside of her, he bent forward and took Nicole’s nipples into his mouth. He hummed with a jagged breath as his lips and tongue tasted her breasts. The sensation made everything ultra sensitive. Somehow, her legs ended up over his shoulders. Nicole welcomed the deeper thrust of his girth and even squirted just for him again. 

“We both needed this, didn’t we?” Erik whispered between licks and sucks, “I needed to show you just how much I love you, baby…”

Erik took in a sharp breath between his teeth. He was so close. Nicole rubbed along his chest and abs, held his lingering gaze and not once did she move away from the increased frenzy of his strokes. 

“Cum…cum in your pussy…that’s it…keep going…you’re so close…dig deep and paint my fuckin’ walls.” Nicole coached Erik with a silky voice that tightened his balls.

She continued, “You look so fucking good, Erik…you’re so handsome…I’m so lucky to have a sexy nigga like you fuckin’ my pussy…”

He pounded away at her little cervix until his balls were properly drained. With each thrust Erik lost more and more control until eventually he started cumming, her pussy convulsing and milking him of every last drop.

“Ahhh, fuck…mmm…FUCK, look what you make me do. Fuck, I’m yours baby…gah damn!”

With one hand, Nicole gripped Erik’s left ass cheek, nails digging into his flesh. She locked her legs around his neck and with tiny jerks of her walls, she helped empty his balls. FULLY. 

“Nik,” Erik spoke her name against her lips, “Oh my god, baybee, daddy couldn’t hold it in anymore…Nik…”

“Yes?” Nicole responded.

“I fuckin’ love you,” Erik nibbled on her jaw possessively. 

“I love you too, baby.”

She dragged her tongue over his lips and Erik opened up for her. They kissed passionately, neither wanting to let the other go. When they finally came up for air, Erik wrapped his fingers around Nicole’s neck, applying little pressure. She looked him up and down with a bite of her bottom lip, those beautiful almond-shaped eyes that reminded him of maple syrup blinking at him. 

“Ain’t no chick badder than you, baby…you’re so damn beautiful…everything about you just gets me…”

Nicole felt it. He was still so hard. 

He smirked at her, “Yesss…you see what I’m saying?”

“I think if we don’t take a break now, we’ll be too raw and sore to keep going. Let’s take a hot bath.”

Erik kisses Nicole’s collarbones before withdrawing his hips. A small puddle of his ejaculate oozed from her tight opening. Nicole spread her labia for him and moved her hips in a sultry whine, showing off her cum-filled puss. 

“You are dangerous,” Erik said. 

A Roman-styled bath made of marble, complete with steamy water that already smelled of relaxing oils that were sure to ease her bruised, well-used body awaited them. 

they stepped into the bath. 

"Oooh," Nicole let out a contented sigh, "That feels good." 

Erik grunted in agreement, adopting a position across from her so he could take her foot between his hands and begin massaging away with an expert touch.

 "Oh, shit, that's good!" Lolling her head on the edge of the bath, she glanced over at him with a goofy smile. "I so love you."

Erik chuckled deeply, “Do tell.” 

“You’re so damn fine it KILLS ME!”

She splashed him with soapy water. 

“And so are you,” Erik kissed the ball of her right foot, “So beautiful,” He sucked her pedicured big toe into his mouth, “Out of this world gorgeous.” 

“STAWP! I’m blushing,” Nicole said bashfully with a bat of lashes.

His perfectly white grin was perfectly wicked, “I love to watch you blush. You may find it annoying, but your high cheekbones make you prettier.” 

“And your dimples make me melt,” Nicole replied.

Erik watched her carefully while massaging her feet. 

“What?” Nicole questioned.

“Nothing…I just like looking at you.” 

Erik’s glistening chest puffed out as he took a deep breath in. He exhaled and brought his lips to Nicole’s ankle and kissed her all over. 

“Being with you is like…It’s like I can be myself.” Erik admitted. 

With her other foot, Nicole dragged her toes over the ridges of his abs, “Tell me more.”

“I feel relaxed and in my element wit’ you. I always have the best time of my life when you’re around. I feel like I can talk to you and be real wit’ you. You give me butterflies, believe it or not.”

“Nooo, butterflies?!” Nicole pouted, “You are so cute.” 

Erik licked his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, “You just got this hold on me.” 

Erik dropped her foot in the water and Nicole crossed the water to his side. Erik wrapped his arms around her and Nicole sat in his lap. Their lips connected again, pausing in between to stare each other down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how things ended, Nik.” 

He dragged his wet fingertips over her shoulder, transfixed by how bitter-smooth her mocha skin is. 

“E, the past is just that. Neither of us can change it. I've done some things I'm not proud of either. I walked away from you and I assumed you were using me. I know that it wasn’t like that with you. Never was. It was all natural with us.”

Erik stared at her lips as she spoke. 

She continued with a soft spoken voice, “…But I don't think any differently of you. This... thing... inside of us both, it's so incredibly powerful. Hell, our connection is so strong that we were ready to fuck ourselves raw and I know the sexual energy within me matches yours – I can feel it," She kissed his cheek, his jaw, working her way towards his lips, “And my heart is racing like crazy…it always gets like that when I’m around you.”

Erik swooped in and captured her lips in a scorching kiss, cutting her off. Against her hip, he grew incredibly hard, and between her thighs, her arousal burned, renewed in its fervour.

Lifting her easily in the water, he had her turned and bent over the edge of the tub and her legs spread wide in a straightforward series of moves. Slowly, he worked his thick dick through the swollen, tight layers of her pussy, entering her a bit, pulling back until only the tip of him was inserted and then pushing in a little further. Her sore, tired body loved every moment of being opened back up by him. 

“Yes, Erik,” she all but pleaded, tilting her hips back to give him a better angle. "Go deep."

He accommodated her request with several more thrusts, finally burying himself to the hilt in her snug pussy with a low groan that vibrated through the room. Instead of slamming into her, as she so desperately wanted, however, he stilled. 

“Grip the edge and hold on,” Erik bid her with a deep rasp. 

It hurt so good! She was crying out in long, wailing moans for him in no time.

 "Daddy... oh, fuck, so damn good."

His strokes were precise and slow. He smoothed her braids from her back to kiss up her spine to her ear. 

“This is for you…you know I’m addicted to watching you cum, right? You ain’t gotta answer, baby, just know that daddy need you to cum all over this dick.” 

She mumbled incoherent words of amazement and pleasure, her legs and arms uncontrollably quaking, her heart an out of control monster raging in her chest. Erik gently moved his hips as he spoke, tenderly stroked her aura with his, working her arousal back up. 

"I'm going to fuck and love you every single day for the rest of our lives, Nicki," He kissed her shoulder, working towards her throat. "My sweet..." He kissed over the bite mark he'd left earlier, causing shivers throughout her body. "Sexy..." He licked the spot on her neck at the same time as two of his fingertips – pre-moistened and slick - rimmed her back entrance, tickling it, making her insides clench with tight need, "Chocolate-coated piece of perfection."

Biting down on her throat, he restated his claim upon her, piercing her small, ringed hole with his wet fingers and shoving them in all the way, even as his hips jerked hard against her once more. He filled her up and fucked her just like that, his fingers moving at the same pace as his shuttling dick. 

The experience was incredible, the sensations inexplicable, shattering. It took only a minute, and Nicole orgasmed with a scream of ecstasy.

 “I'm your woman!”  she loudly proclaimed, finally believing it, understanding what it meant – including the ultimate repercussions: there would be no one else touching her like this. Erik was it for her.

He groaned in pleasure at her words; they tipped him over the edge, in fact. He exploded into her, filled her with his seed again... again... and again. Each surge flooded her, until his excess cum dripped down his length, combined with her essence.

Collapsing back into the tub together, both shaking with the intensity of their coupling, they clung to each other for an anchor. Sore, exhausted, Nicole turned slightly in his lap and pressed her mouth to  his neck, biting down, needing to reassert her claim, too.

Erik chuckled and held her close, tilting his head to give her unfettered access. "Yes, mamas, I'm all yours, too."

They finished bathing and without drying off they slipped beneath the sheets, Erik spooning her from behind. As much as they wanted to continue having sex, their bodies were too exhausted. Rest was more important. They slept well into the late morning and when Erik rolled over to change positions, his phone began to ring on the carpet. He shot up slowly, half-lidded eyes scanning the underwater paradise surrounding them before focusing on the floor. Nicole is tangled around him with her leg thrown over his hips and her head on his shoulder. 

Erik looked down at her and smiled. She looked amazing, a real sleeping beauty. He kissed her forehead and carefully freed himself from her soft, thick body. Erik tiptoed to his slacks and crouched down to pick them up. He snatched up his phone from the back pocket and saw five missed calls from Shaunice. One look over his shoulder at a sleeping Nicole, Erik entered the bathroom and cracked the door. He turned on the sink and called Shaunice back, wondering what she wanted. 

“Where are you?” 

He could tell she’d been drinking. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Out of town. What’s up?”

“When are you coming back? We need to talk.” 

Erik leaned his elbows on the sink and spoke with a low voice, “If it’s not about you signing those papers, we don’t need to talk about shit.” 

“Why are you being such an asshole? Did I curse at you? Did I give you an attitude? No.”

Meanwhile, Nicole felt the absence of Erik’s presence. Her eyes blinked open and she stared up at the high ceiling, a yawn stretching her lips. Arms up above her head and back arched, she stretched her tired body and smiled at the pleasant ache of post-sex. Nicole sat up on her arms, eyes searching for Erik and when she found him, she noticed the stress lining his face and the tension in his body. When he paced near the crack of the door, she could see him speaking into the phone frustratingly. 

There’s only one explanation for that. 

His dark eyes spotted her watching him and he spoke his final words quickly into the phone before hanging up. Nicole waited for him to emerge, not wanting to pry. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. She wouldn’t push. She’ll try not to push. Nicole sat up against a pile of pillows and covered her chest with the sheets from the chilly air. Erik finally resurfaced from the bathroom and he didn’t meet her eyes. He placed his phone on the bed and took his place next to her again. Nicole leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, hoping to get him to look at her.

“Good morning. Slept good?” She asked.

“Morning, baby girl. Yeah, I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” 

Erik rubbed his nose and his eyes fell to his lap.

“Do you…wanna talk about it?”

“Uh…”

Erik chewed on his bottom lip.

“E…”

“It was Shaunice,” He finally answered.

Nicole froze at the mention of her name. 

“She wanted to know where I was,” Erik scratched his hair.

“That’s all?” Nicole looked at him. 

“Nah,” Erik tilted his head, “It’s complicated.” 

“Just say you’re still married to her, E.”

Erik could sense the irritation in her voice. 

“I am. But not for long,” Erik finally met her eyes, “I’m leaving her.” 

“Hm,” Nicole frowned, “And how is that going for you?”

“Fucking nightmare.”

Nicole shook her head, “She doesn’t want to let you go so easily? Tuh…”

“I want a divorce, she’s not accepting it.”

“E,” Nicole turned to face him, “Listen. I love you, but…this shit needs to be handled.”

“I know,” Erik spoke sternly, “I’m handling it.”

“She needs to learn boundaries. We both know if she finds out about us, she’s going to come for me and I am trying to leave the past in the past but if she tries me…I’m not sorry for what I do to her.” 

“Nicole, I don’t want you to worry about it. We’re gonna meet up sometime within the next week to discuss things. I’m hoping it’s her finally agreeing on things.” 

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to control this. I just—”

Nicole paused. She took Erik’s hand in hers and caressed it with her thumb. 

“Look at me,” Nicole lifted Erik’s chin, “And know this. You’re my man. Which means you don’t belong to her. Which means that as long as you’re married to her, she will continue to have this hold over you. I can’t sit back and watch that happen.”

She could tell in his eyes that he was beginning to panic. Nicole smoothed a hand down his cheek soothingly.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to know that I love you and that I’m not gonna sit back and watch her selfish ass play you. Did you know that she was still seeing Arnelle after Cabo?”

Erik glared straight ahead, “And she won’t admit it.” 

“And can you believe that Arnelle called me talkin’ about him missing me?” Nicole laughed, “They can have each other. As long as you made her sign a prenup you should be good.”

Erik looked at her with sad eyes. 

“Oh, E. Seriously?” Nicole hit him on the back, “what the hell were you thinking?!”

“That this could last forever. That she was the one. That I could make it work. I’m stupid, I know, baby.” 

“E…”

“Listen,” Erik brought an arm around Nicole’s waist firmly, “I have a postnuptial agreement that needs to be signed along with the divorce papers. As long as she agrees, everything is good.”

“And what if she doesn’t? Huh?”

Nicole pushed away from Erik and climbed out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and Erik scooted towards the end of the bed so he could watch her. She disappeared behind the door to use the toilet and when she finished she walked to the sink to cleanse her hands. Erik strolled over to the bathroom and leaned against the threshold, watching her wash her face. She splashed water on her face and then grabbed a folded hand towel to dry. Nicole noticed him standing there and locked eyes with him through the mirror.

“I’m just upset for you. I wish you didn’t have to go through all of this. You don’t deserve any of that. You’re really a good man, E. She’s gonna do nothing but try and tear you down and take you for everything you own. I don’t want to see that happen to you. So, yes, I am worried. There could be a chance that she doesn’t sign the papers—”

Erik made the effort to sound reassuring, “She’s going to sign them.” 

“E, baby,” Nicole shakes her head, “This is Sha we’re talking about. I’ve seen her petty, and you LIVED in it.”

“I’m not taking that. I’m tired, Nik. This is gonna end and her signature will be on those papers. I’m not accepting that. I know I fucked up. I know it. And I don’t want you worrying about this shit. I got this, okay? Just know that your man will be free from this bullshit real soon.”

Erik approached her and flipped her around. He had her pinned between him and the sink, her chin in his hand and his thumb rubbing circles against her bottom lip. 

“This ain’t your battle, baby. This is my fuckin’ mess, and I’m gonna get it straight. You know what I want you to do?”

Nicole’s eyes blinked up at his slowly, “What’s that?”

“I want you to keep being the best you and I want you to smile and know that I got this. Now, repeat after me…”

Erik captured her lips in his and Nicole almost floated away. 

“I love you,” Erik said.

“I love you,” Nicole responded.

Erik kissed her again, “I trust you.” 

“…I trust you,” Nicole let out a shaky breath.

With one final kiss that made her pussy clench, he said, “And I won’t worry my beautiful self because daddy will handle it.” 

“And I won’t worry my beautiful self because daddy will handle it,” She echoed back.

“That’s right, baby…”

Erik couldn’t believe that she was here with him. It still felt so surreal.

“I wanna take you to dinner tonight. Just me and you. I know this place that’s intimate. I want to make this our first official date. You down for that?”

“Of course,” Nicole replied happily, “Me and the girls have a day full of activities then I’ll be free.”

“I can have you picked up, you can pack something small to stay the night. That sound good?”

“Mm-Hm.”

“Good. I can’t wait.” 

Erik kisses her lips again before stepping back. Nicole turned to brush her teeth. When they were finished in the bathroom, Nicole found a robe and wrapped herself in it while Erik got dressed in his formal wear. Checking to make sure everything was secure, he took a seat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. He had already made a call for his transportation to pick him up from the resort. Nicole watched him with an erotic gaze, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. 

“I don’t want you to leave me,” Nicole said, “Why do you have to leave me?”

“I know, beautiful. Shit sucks for me too. Won’t be for long, I promise.” 

Nicole made her way over to Erik and got down on her knees. Erik watched her closely, his thighs parted for her to nestle herself between them. 

“Can I take care of you before you go?”

Before Erik could give her an answer Nicole’s fingers popped the buttons on his slacks and brought his zipper down. Yanking his pants and his briefs down to his ankles, Nicole bared him fully. He was already hard and hung. Just one touch and he reacted to her. At eye-level with his dick, it seemed even larger than before, and a more daunting challenge. She had to pat herself on the back for taking this monster into her mouth. Staring at his third leg had her thinking about the width stretching her.

“Damn, baby,” Erik smirked, “Still amazes me how much you love to be on your knees for me, girl.”

“All for you,” Nicole said with pleasure.

Nicole gripped him. Above her, Erik’s breath exploded from his chest as he sighed in eagerness. Lifting the heavy, thick weight of his dick in her hand again, Nicole stroked over the silken flesh. 

“Put it in your mouth, baby,” Erik demanded in a husky timber, guiding her head forward, “Go ‘head and eat this dick up.” 

Enthusiastically, she did as he wished. Nicole parted her lips and cushioned the engorged head between them, allow her tongue to tease the sensitive, hot flesh as she gently sucked on it. Silken flesh stretched over an iron-hard core which throbbed in her hand—was there anything sexier? Her mouth suddenly filled with saliva and the taste of him…so delectable and wet. The heat of it melted around Erik’s dick, drenching him. He gasped and jerked in response, and an unexpected rush of delicious pre-cum filled her mouth as his body surrendered to her. Nicole ringed the engorged head and lapped slowly and easy over the tip, encouraging more. 

Whatever this man wanted she would damn sure deliver. He was so warm and full in her mouth. All this dick fucked her last night. If it wasn’t in her pussy it was damn sure in her mouth. This was all hers. There is no way she would give this up. 

Salivating, Nicole opens her mouth wider, bringing her lips down and around his wide tip before lowering at a moderate pace, widening her lips the more she gets lower and lower. She made it her mission to get most of that meaty dick down her throat. She sat there with his dick sitting in her throat, allowing her saliva to dribble out from between her lips and down his shaft. She tighten her throat with tiny contractions staring up at his handsome face from that position. 

“Ugh, fuck,” Erik’s head extended back, Nicole watched his adam’s apple bob up and down from his deep breathing. He brought his head back down when he heard her gurgle on his dick. Bottom lip between his teeth, Erik laid back on his elbows so he could watch you go to town on his fat black dick. 

“That’s it baby,” He spoke quietly through clenched teeth, “you know I gotta go...how fucking dare you? Suck it good slut,” His eyes rolled shut, “Suck that long, black dick, baby...you can tell you love what you do...Stay focused on your purpose and please your Daddy. No distractions…”

“Have you cumming down my throat?” 

Nicole started throating him over and over, taking him in fully. She left him speechless and covered in spit. 

Gluck, gluck, gluck.

She kept going, another jolt and a second spurt of pre-cum filled her mouth and made her moan in pleasure. Fuck, he tasted so good. 

“Gahdamn!” Erik cried as his hips thrust a third time, releasing more of that delicious fluid, “you got this dick spittin’ girl! Never did that shit before. Got a magical mouth on you!” His heavy D.C accent made the words more sexy. 

Nicole smiled at that, feeling a heady sense of power knowing she was able to fog his mind and make his body react as no woman had. 

“Oh? Just like that? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, sucking up big daddy’s dick. You better swallow all this nut, Nik.”

Her lips tightened and she used one hand to gently grab his heavy sack and tug lightly. He almost shot off of the bed. 

“Unh, fuck baby—”

All that delicious cum. All that nut targeted the back of her throat. Nicole graciously drained his balls, sucking and sucking and sucking until he was emptied. She popped her lips off to jerk his dick, her eyes watching his slit to see if any more cum would spill over for her. Little droplets appeared and she took her tongue to tease his slit. Ain’t no cum hiding from her. 

“So good,” Erik said with a guttural rasp. 

Nicole lifted to retrieve a wet cloth and when she returned she cleaned Erik off and he stood to get dressed. When he finished, he grabbed Nicole and kissed her while palming her ass.  

“You make me wanna say fuck this job and stay wit’ you,” Erik said in a tired voice. 

“I don’t want you to do that. We’ll see eachother again tonight.” Nicole said in a voice soft with affection. 

Nicole walked Erik out of her room within the suite and insisted on going with him to the lobby. They took the elevator down and strolled across the busy lobby hand-in-hand, neither one of them wanting to let the other go. His transportation was waiting for him and Nicole tightened her grasp on his hand. Erik looked down at her with a sad smile.

“Tonight,” Erik kissed her hand that’s still in his, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Nicole mewled. 

Letting her hand go, Erik kissed her lips in farewell and climbed into the back of the van. Their eyes remain locked as Erik waves goodbye, Nicole returning the gesture before turning to go back inside.

It’s windier today in the city and Nicole wished she would have worn pants instead of a dress. The girls and herself had been touring the city for four hours since brunch back at the resort. They all wore head scarves in different patterns with shopping bags filled with souvenirs. Nicole bought an evil eye protection hand chain in gold and pink sandals that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. 

They were on the hunt for a Henna Salon for almost an hour and were ready to give up until a tour guide helped them. They found the Salon and was instantly convinced with all of the beautiful variety of designs advertised in the windows. Nicole wanted henna on her hand and foot, a mehndi design. She decided on a reddish brown color that looked radiant against her complexion. 

“It’s so gorgeous!” Nicole studied the finished work with excitement, “Thanks so much.”

She paid the designer and left a tip before lifting from her seat for the next person. London was currently purchasing henna to take back home with her and Nicole thought it would be a good idea to do the same. She joined her best friend at the register and opened her handbag to grab some more money. London stared at her over her right shoulder and smiled mischievously.

“Don’t think I forgot about your special guest last night, Nicki.”

“I didn’t expect you to forget London,” Nicole teased.

“How was it?” London questioned.

“Like it was our first time having sex again. It was everything, London. So good I could have wrapped my body around his leg and begged him not to go.” 

“So…are y’all together-together now?”

“I hope so! you two are so cute!” Serenity chimes in excitedly. 

“We are, actually. He told me that he loved me.” 

London’s brows raised and Serenity squealed.

“What’s going on over here?” Brooklyn asked, Ximena, and Gianna bringing up the rear. 

“Erik told Nicole that he loved her, awww,” Serenity pressed a hand to heart, “I could tell by the way he looked at you.” 

“Is it really love or is he pussy-whipped?” London questioned. 

“Both.” Nicole quipped. 

“Ooooh, shit!” Gianna exclaimed. 

“We should go before it’s too late for the Sky Observatory,” Nicole added her purchased bag of henna to another shopping bag. 

The ladies filed out of the Henna Salon and headed for the Sky Views Dubai. It’s in the heart of downtown Dubai with thrilling attractions, one including a slide down from the 53rd floor of a high-rise building within a glass capsule. You can look down as you slide through a suspended transparent tube or take in breathtaking views from the stunning 25 meter long glass floor. 

When they arrived, it was packed with tourists as expected, so they all decided to try the observatory first. They traveled to the 53rd floor, vlogging and taking pictures of everything. They ride within the panoramic glass elevator to more than 220 meters above the ground was thrilling. Once they made it to the floor, they stepped out onto a glass floor, a spectacular view of the city’s fabulous skyline and shining coast. 

Nicole had Brooklyn take a few pictures of her standing in front of the large window, peering out at Downtown Dubai, wearing a soft velvet patterned dress with tan mesh and black gladiator sandals. Afterward, they took a trip to the edge of all-out excitement. Gianna and London were too scared to ride the slide so they recorded the others sliding down. Nicole had asked if London could record on her phone so she could send it to Erik. 

After sliding down, hunger struck them again so they all decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to the hotel. They got a table at Serafina Dubai. It’s said to have the best pizza and pasta in Dubai. They were led to outside seating near a gorgeous waterfront. Drinks were ordered and while they waited, the ladies discussed what other plans they had for their trip.

“Red dunes should be next for us. I want to ride a camel and have lunch in the desert,” London stated. 

“Fine with me,” Nicole replied after taking a sip of her lemon water, “I’ll be out with Erik tonight for dinner and then I plan to spend the evening with him.”

“Did he mention his wife?” Brooklyn asked. 

Gianna and Ximena shared a look. 

“They’re getting a divorce.” Nicole said, “I don’t want to think about that. It’ll only piss me off.” 

“I’d be careful.” London remarked. 

“Screw his wife. I say elope!” Serenity said.

“Elope? Girl, you crazy?” Brooklyn teased. 

“Why don’t we figure out what pizza to get,” Nicole implied. 

The topic was left alone for now but Nicole could sense that her friends were concerned about Erik’s situation. Speaking of the devil, Erik texted Nicole back after an hour. She read his message with a half smile. 

Erik: You look great baby ❤️ and I’m glad you visited the observatory. I’ve been busy mapping out the design plan for this new project here in Dubai. It’s gonna be a big one. Can’t wait to see you 😘

Nicole: Looking forward to seeing you too 😚 don’t work so hard! Muah! 

The marble tiling sends chills up her legs as her bare feet pads across them. She made it to the sink, stopping at the marble countertop to apply her chestnut lip liner. After lining her lips, Nicole applied a red gloss. She stepped back to observe the finishing touches. The fitted, mesh dress that left nothing to the imagination hugged her body in all the right places. Satisfied, Nicole left the bathroom to put on her black lace-up platform heels. 

There is a private vehicle waiting for her and Erik texted her to let her know that he was outside. Butterflies gathered in the pit of her stomach and when she walked out of her room into the main area of the suite, the other ladies were lounging around with drinks in their hands, gossiping. They planned to go to a hookah lounge tonight. 

“You look good, Nicki!” Brooklyn shouted from her seat on the sofa. 

The others agreed. 

“Have fun tonight and be safe.” London said. 

“I will. I’ll let you know when I make it.” 

Nicole left the suite and headed towards the elevators. 

Outside, a luxury Mercedes awaited her. Erik stepped out dressed in black jeans, a black short sleeve linen button shirt, and white Alexander McQueen sneakers. A diamond Cuban link hung from his neck, white gold earrings decorated his ears, and he’s wearing several iced Cuban rings. He completed the look with a black halo turban that Nicole loved. 

In his hand are two dozen red roses and Nicole pouted with doe eyes. She accepted the flowers and a chaste kiss from him before he opened her door. Nicole carefully entered the car and when she was fully seated, Erik shut the door. He joined her shortly after and asked the driver in Arabic where to go. He leaned back in his seat when the car took off and turned to look at Nicole with a fire in his eyes so intense that it made her heartbeat accelerate. 

The cityscape was a constellation of lights, as if each one was a star of Earth. People moved about to their destination, whether it be a party or restaurant. The different sounds surrounding Nicole let her know that Dubai is full of nightlife to experience. Erik caressed her inner thigh with his fingers while staring out of his window. The man who was once the bane of her existence once again speaks an all-too familiar tune to her. Actually, it shouts, sings, and tugs at her heart strings. 

She constantly struggled with rhyme and sound reason, knowing that he must know that her love is so much deeper than hers could ever possibly be. She finally felt like she found the love of her life. And yet the thought of him still being attracted to that leech made her sick. Nicole inhaled the scent of her roses to calm her nerves. 

“You’re mine,” she whispered into her flowers, under her breath. 

“What was that gorgeous?”

Nicole’s eyes shot up at Erik who had been watching her. 

“Just happy to be with you right now.” 

“Hmm…we’re close,” Erik stretched to plant a kiss on Nicole's shoulder, “I think you’re gonna love the place.” 

They arrived shortly after. The peak of fine dining in Dubai is not merely a figurative experience. Rising 442 meters from the ground, At.mosphere sits on level 122 of the world's tallest building, complementing an exquisite array of gastronomical wonders with extraordinary views of the Arabian gulf. At.mosphere’s culinary team boasts a critically acclaimed menu of exclusive creations. Erik reserved a table, paying top dollar for the date night. 

The view from the ascend to the restaurant deserved to be captured. Nicole snapped a few photos and snuck one of Erik staring out at Dubai with his hands in his pockets. He offered to be her photographer for the evening and when they exited the elevator, Erik instructed her to pose with her roses out on the balcony before they entered the private dining establishment. Nicole found a spot and positioned herself so that she was looking over her shoulder at Erik, her round ass in profile and the vivid red roses resting against her chest. She gave him a bright white smile and Erik paced around, snapping pictures from different angles.  When he was finished, he reached for her hand and they entered the restaurant. 

They were seated directly in front of a window, the white clove and grey cedar candles giving light to a seductively dim, upscale dining experience. Erik ordered them both a blueberry ginger sour and truffle chicken ceasar salad with scallops. As clichéd as the term soulmate may be to some, Erik knows with no uncertainty that Nicole is his. His woman. Everything stressful going on in his life right now he wanted to forget and enjoy this moment with her. No longer will he miss out on living the life he wants. He spent years trying to please Shaunice, thinking that it was exactly what he needed. 

Nicole’s eyes traveled his chiseled jawline, around his plump lips, and took a voyage to his perfectly trimmed goatee. Erik’s luscious lips part too reveal pristine, white teeth. Her seductive almond eyes that reminded him of a feline commanded him from across the table. It feels good to be able to eat dinner with her and openly express how much he loved her physically. Erik thought about a reunion trip back to Cabo, where they could start all over again. Relive the first night and get to do all the things he ached to do before Shaunice and Arnelle showed up. 

Meanwhile, Nicole is struggling. God bless his parents for creating such a fine specimen. This man is amazingly splendid in physical beauty, commanding all attention when he enters a room. His swagger is undeniable. He’s so smart and such a good communicator. The perfect lover. The cocktails arrived and Erik went on to explain why he’d ordered them. She loved watching him talk. Listening to his voice. He talked with his hands a lot she’d noticed. Licked his lips often in between thoughts. 

“First time in Dubai, I went to this place called the Buddha Bar, and a friend of mine ordered these drinks. Its so good. I’m usually not much of a cocktail guy but…I make it my business to have this everytime I come here.” 

Nicole took a sip and was immediately blown away with the delicious flavors. The fresh blueberry lingered on her tongue and it was pleasantly good. 

“I love it. I’m gonna need another one,” She said with a smile. 

“You can have however many you want,” Erik said with a chuckle. 

Nicole stammered over her thoughts, trying to find something to say that didn’t involve wanting to throw this pussy on him. 

“What are you thinking about?” Erik questions as he takes a sip of his cocktail. 

“You,” Nicole replied, blushing. 

“What about me?” 

“How goddamn fine you are.” 

Erik smiled richly at her and it made his dimples deepen, the candle light casting a shadow that made them look deeper than they already are. 

The starters arrived and they didn’t waste time eating. It fell silent for ten minutes until Nicole reached for her glass to finish the rest of her cocktail. Erik fed her the last scallop and when the waiter came back around to clear their table he ordered their main course. Lamb rump with barley risotto and broccoli for Nicole and charolais beef with mashed potatoes and seasonal veggies for him. 

“And I’ll take the seafood fettuccine to go,” Erik concluded before handing the waiter their menus. 

Staring into his eyes, Nicole spoke, “I can’t wait to spend another night with you.” 

“You’ll be spending plenty of nights with me back home, Nik,” Erik smiles. He reached his hand across the table and his fingertip slowly runs up the side of her arm. 

The black linen shirt laid across his firm chest softly. The two top buttons are undone. He knows that drives her wild. He’s fucking with her and she likes it. The smell of his cologne penetrates all of her senses and as she inhaled his pheromones, her pussy gushed and released in anticipation of him. A sticky wetness stained her panties. 

“Let me see your hand,” Erik commanded. 

Nicole placed her hand in his and he inspected her nails, a milky-white color on medium length nails. A color her and her girls nickname ‘cum nails’. 

“I love this nail color on your skin.” 

“Thank you,” Nicole tucked her chin bashfully. 

Erik did something unexpected and sucked on one of her fingers. Nicole froze with her mouth hanging open as she stared at him. The feeling of his lips wrapped around her finger and pulled tight when he released it slowly. The same way he would do on her clit. He was mimicking that. Driving her fucking crazy. 

“Erik, you have to stop,” Nicole said, growing weaker, “That shot straight to my pussy.”

Erik barked a laugh, and it was such an infectious sound that Nicole couldn't help but snicker and smile in return. His lips lifted and crooked at her in a way that had her breath catching and her toes curling. 

The main course didn’t take long to arrive and the food was so filling that Nicole couldn’t finish it all. Erik, however, ate the entire thing and still inquired about desert. 

“I’ve been eyeing this Bailey’s cheesecake all night.” He said. 

“Let’s try that. Are you going to order an entire cake like you did back in Cabo?” Nicole joked. 

“I just might. Oh my god that cake was good too.”

“I can’t wait to feed you,” Nicole giggles.

“Please do. I always had this fantasy of bending you over the counter and fucking the shit out of you. Lift your oversized T-shirt up and grip your hips and start hammering you.” 

Nicole closed her eyes. He was not being fair. 

“What I do?” 

“You keep teasing me,” Nicole said.

“Like you’re not teasing me? Look at that dress. And your lips? You got me going crazy over here.”

Nicole rolled her eyes away from him, “I can’t help that I look as good as I do, Erik.” 

“Talk yo’ shit baby.” Erik licked his lips. 

Erik’s eyes gaze down at Nicole’s chest—thick, juicy, chocolate-coated piece of perfection. 

It was time to go. Erik couldn’t hold out any longer. The desert arrived just in time and Erik was so ready to get out of there that he forgot to order a cake to go. Erik went around to pull out Nicole’s chair and he helped her up, pulling her dress down for her. Grabbing her leftovers and the cake, Erik opened the door for Nicole to exit first. 

Back on Jumeira Bay, Erik showed Nicole to his suite with picture perfect views. She helped herself to some wine while taking off her heels in his lounge area. Erik returned from relieving himself and wasted no time jumping on Nicole. On the couch, he licked his lips and looked her dead in the eyes. 

“I want you to undress for me. I want to watch.” 

Nicole ran a finger over Erik’s lips, “anything for you.” 

Erik made himself comfortable across from Nicole and she stood, back facing him, reaching behind to unzip her dress. The fabric peeled away from her back and she started whining her hips. Her hands were in her braids, body bent forward and ass poked out. Erik rubbed up and down his crotch, his eyes low and hungry for her. 

The smooth sway of her back begged for his hands and mouth. She leisurely smoothed the dress down and around her waist, raising her arms up above her head, bouncing that hefty ass. Erik could see the outline of her breasts from the back and the visual would make any man drool. 

“Shit, bend over…pull that dress down over that ass…” 

Nicole did what she was told and while staring back at him, her braids touching the floor, she yanked her dress down over her booty, nothing but a thin, black thong remaining. 

“Take that shit off too,” He demands, gripping his erection through his jeans. 

Nicole disobeyed him and instead, peeled the crotch of her panties to the side to show him just how wet and gushy she is for him. Erik’s bulge sat fat and firm between his thighs, begging to be freed. He couldn’t ignore the pulsating need anymore and while she lifted a leg to the couch to spread her pussy open, Erik unfastened his jeans and raised his hips to free the beast. It bobbed out and bounced, Erik taking it in his veiny hand and smacking the weight of it in his palm. 

“Damn baby, I need to stretch that tight pussy out, right now,” Erik moaned. 

Nicole made that ass clap and bent over to grab her ankles. The way her ass moved, you would think she was twerking to a rhythmic beat. Ass creating a loud clap clap when she bounced. All that weight colliding with the back of her thighs. All that weight smacking into each other like a tambourine. 

Erik smacked his palm with his heavy girth again, “You throwing that ass, baby, fuck…you going stupid, shit is so fat.” 

Nicole kneeled on the couch and made each cheek bounce. She was asking to be bent over. 

“If you want my tongue in your ass just say that,” Erik said, “is that what you want?”

“I want your tongue all over me,” Nicole replied with a sultry voice. 

“You gotta bend over some more. Point that ass up like you do…mmm.” 

Erik, dick still in hand, got behind Nicole, spread her back cheeks, and stuck his tongue so far up her pussy. She gasped and started popping that ass, knees digging into the couch cushions. Erik brought his hand back to his hard length and tugged on it in a twisting motion. After sucking on her pussy, Erik brought his tongue to her ass and speared her puckered hole. Nicole reached back to slap her own ass, the motion shooting straight to Erik’s balls. 

“Ooh, fuck!” Nicole cried out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She slapped her ass again and Erik did the same to the opposite cheek. She loved his touch more so she let him do his thing—tongue up her ass, and spanking her. 

“Eat that pussy! Eat that shit up!” 

Erik wasted no time bringing his mouth back to her fat kat. 

“I want you to suck on my clit like you sucked on my finger, daddy. I wanna feel those big lips all over my fuckin’ pussy…oooh, fuck…Erik, yes…right there…”

Nicole rode Erik’s face in a slow whine like she was doing a seductive dance. The most erotic and sexy thing to witness. Sweat covered her tantalizing body. She was moving that ass perfectly. Erik’s hips bucked, pumping his thickness into the palm of his sweaty hand. 

“You sound like you're drowning back there, daddy…”

Erik whacked her on the ass again and added three fingers to her tight pussy. Nicole went still and tried her best to not cum so soon but those thick fingers in her pussy…

“Make me cum, daddy?” 

Erik bit her left cheek. Standing, fingers still inside of her, Erik rested his dick over her ass and continued pumping her pussy. She moaned sweet cries into the sofa when her orgasm washed over her. Erik removed his fingers and sucked them clean. He smoothed his hand all over her pussy, rubbing her cum in. 

“You ready to cream on daddy’s big, juicy dick?”

“Yes.” 

Nicole turned around and she couldn’t form the right words to describe how hard Erik is. Pre-cum seeped from his dick in a long stream. Fisting the hem of his shirt, he stared at her with lustful dark eyes, half-lidded, and slightly parted lips. It was hard to keep her heart from tearing through her skin, especially as his soft, cotton shirt slowly crawled over his solid abs and pecs, revealing his defined torso. As it cleared his head and dropped to the floor, her breathing kicked into high gear. His dark-brown nipples were definitely hard, begging to be suckled. Her nails bit into the edge of the lounger as she clenched her hands to keep her body grounded in place. his pelvis level with her face, he slid those thick fingers of his over his smoothed abdomen. 

“Look at what you do to me.” 

His tone was husky, suggestive of wicked pleasure, and utterly compulsory.

Nicole lightly lid her fingers over his torso. Erik’s hips swayed from side to side, pants falling down around his ankles now. Nicole guided her hands down to his thighs, skin so soft beneath her fingers and the muscles underneath were hardened from the gym. Gliding upwards, she encountered the bones of his hips and that v-cut that drove her mad. Erik’s head fell back and he moaned a deep, growling noise in approval. The sound shot straight through her, emboldening her for further exploration. Dipping downward, she cupped the weight of his balls, rolled them once and found them to be hard with the need to cum. 

“I’m going to make this dick cum so good, daddy.” 

He was warm and the surrounding flesh was soft, but underneath, he was harder than steel. The weight of him in her palm, the way his hips tilted forward with a tense desperation, the heat that tinged his cheeks and neck, creeping steadily lower… all of it was magnificent. His body, his eyes, his hard dick anxiously wanted her. They surrendered to her. She had all the power over him she'd ever need.

Stroking up and down the mouth-watering length of him, she watched with a fixated fascination the expressions crossing his face as she sped up or slowed down. He was enraptured by her, enslaved to her whim, freely expressing his pleasure with parted lips and heaving chest and bucking muscles. She used his pre-come to lubricate the path of his ecstasy, making him gasp louder and jerk his pelvis in time to the rhythm she'd established. 

Nicole licked his tip clean and Erik’s hand found its way to the back of her neck. He was already so close. As much as he would love for her to use her mouth, he needed to be inside her again. That’s how he wanted to finish. Balls deep and wrapped in her silken walls. 

“Tilt your head up,” Erik commanded, “Let me kiss you.” 

Their mouths met and there was an explosion of feeling between them. Tongues entwined, moans and gasps uttered from both of them, and the pace of her hand sped up, matching their wild need for each other.

“Slow down, baby, I don’t want to cum like this. I need to be inside of you.” 

He bit her bottom lip as his breathing became as erratic as his jerking dick. 

“Fuuck,” Erik’s breath fanned her face, “You don’t listen…I told you…fuuck, I’m close…Nik…I’m gonna bust…I’m gonna cum for you…”

Three more swipes over his taut length, and with a shout of her first name, he thrust a final time and burst into climax. Hot jets of creamy, white cum shot out of the tip of him to splash upon his abdomen. A second and third and fourth eruption had his life-giving seed dripping all over her hand and down the spasming length of him to the chorus of his gasping cries. By the time he'd finished, Erik had drenched her lap. His legs were shaking from the force of his release and his forehead pressed into the dip of her shoulder as he tried to regain his sanity and strength, his breath a panting animal against her neck.

Nicole used her tongue to clean him off. She wasn’t helping, because everytime that tongue would glide over his pipe, he would release small bits of cum. Erik couldn’t believe that she was sucking on his tip. One mighty hand fisting her braids, Erik stopped her from what would have been another orgasm. She looked up at him innocently like she didn’t just do the opposite of what he told her. 

“You are such a slut for this dick.” Erik whispered. 

Nicole stood from the couch and tilted her head back so Erik could give her a kiss. He slapped her on the ass before they walked out of the lounge area and to his bed, bodies intertwined and in desperate need of each other. It’s dim and the curtains are open to reveal the tranquil bay and the distant visual of Downtown Dubai. Nicole sat down on the bed and Erik joined her, resting back on his arms. 

“Come ride this dick baby,” Erik commands with his alluring voice. 

She didn’t need to be told twice. Straddling him, Nicole grabbed Erik by the dick and pointed it at her pussy. He watched her face when she lowered herself on him. All she could feel is solid, throbbing, long, girth entering her. 

“Nah, open your eyes and look at me, Nik.”

She did and it almost made her cum. 

“You want all this dick in your pussy, you keep your fuckin’ eyes open. Focus on me.” He demanded. 

Her inner lips all the way to her clit pulsates with need. Erik reached his hand up to grip her throat. Nicole’s eyes are focused on him. Erik pushed in more and Nicole’s face transformed with awe at the seductive motion of his hips burying his dick deeper and deeper...his abdominal muscles crunched and the more noise her pussy made Erik’s thrust increased.

“Meet me, come down on this dick!”

Nicole couldn’t move her neck with Erik’s hand there so she leaned forward and thrust downward to meet his upward motion. 

“I’m gonna tear this pussy up, Nik.”

He did just that. And Nicole was right there with him. Erik spread his thighs, tilted his hips, and Jack hammered her opening. Nicole could do nothing but give in, moans so loud and unhinged. Both arms locked beneath her arms now, Erik didn’t hold back. Nicole’s breasts smacked Erik in the face and he opened his mouth to catch a nipple. 

“Fuck me! Yes! Keep digging in this pussy! YES!”

Nicole had Erik’s dick in a vice grip with her climax. He groaned and plunged deeper. 

“Oh my fucking goodness!” Nicole shouted. 

“You makin’ this dick hella sloppy,” he said and she heard the obstacle in his voice to hold his nut off. 

“Erik…”

Nicole climbed off to see the mess he was referring to. It’s so much of it. 

“You make me so wet,” Nicole said, running her hands all over his body. 

Erik pulled her closer and Nicole fell on her back. He climbed over her and stared down at her with an intensity that made her shiver. Nicole ran her hands over his hair still covered with the turban, removing it to drag her fingers through his scalp. 

Erik didn’t mutter a single word when he entered her again. 

“This is home for me, you know that?”

Erik’s tongue found its way to her nipples and he started sucking each one softly. He moved his hips at a measured pace. All he wanted was to feel. Be in the moment with her. Nicole locked her ankles around his waist and closed her eyes. 

“I’m all the way in this pussy, mamas…”

“Your pussy,” Nicole corrected between gasps.

“One minute I wanna go slow, next minute I wanna bust yo’ shit wide open…”

“You can go as long as you want in this pussy, daddy. Just keep that dick inside of meee.” 

Erik buried his face in her neck, “If I keep this dick inside you…you won’t get a chance to rest…”

“So?” Nicole said.

Erik lifted so he could stare into your eyes. Nicole widens her legs for more. 

“I love you so much…I want things with you I never knew I wanted.”

Nicole hung onto his words, and when she caught a glimpse of his shimmering eyes, she almost lost it herself. 

“I’m in you deep…this pussy won’t let me go…fuck…oh, shit, baby…so beautiful…ahhhh…shit…shit!”

“It’s right here for you...cum in your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy—”

Nicole could feel the sensation of his cum filling her pussy up and that’s when her own orgasm extended from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the surface and made her spasm beneath him. Knowing that they both felt the same made the feeling even more exquisite. He eased out of her pussy and rolled over to rest next to her. Nicole turned to lay on her side and she draped a leg across him. She circled his nipple with her finger and Erik is staring down at her, eyes soft and vulnerable. 

“You wore me out, girl,” Erik spoke tiredly. 

“Sorry not sorry,” Nicole said with a teasing grin. 

Erik yawned, “So, how was our first date?”

“It was the best first date I ever had.” 

“Oh yeah? The best?” 

“Uh-huh,” Nicole replied. 

“Well, I feel the same. Everything's better wit’ you, Nik.” 

Nicole locked eyes with Erik. They stared into each other’s eyes longingly, both not wanting this connection to end. Overcome with emotion, Nicole kissed him madly, rolling over so she was straddling him again. Erik rubbed along her back and ass, straining his neck to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Nicole’s lips pressed firmly against Erik’s. The softness beckoned her for more and she knew she would need to feast from them often. She knew she loved him when ‘home’ went from being a place to being a person. 

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