#double cheeked up!erik

[ladylooch]

Nico request where you let one of his teammates babysit or the new baby comes to meet the team?

A/N: Dad Nico.... *soft sigh* The sweet content we need after a rough playoff Saturday ( at least for me. Congrats if you had a better day 🤪) Here she is...Nico's daughter in What My World Spins Around AU.

Word Count: 1.1k

No warnings with this one.

The metal door bangs closed behind me as I enter the New Jersey Devil’s practice rink. I am weighted down by the carseat that holds my daughter along with a backpack stuffed to the brim with anything and everything I thought we would need. My eyes find Nico who flies along the ice with Jesper Bratt. They’re approaching the net in front of me. Nico passes, then received the puck back, tucking it into the top right corner like it’s so easy. His grin is electric as he peels into the corner by me. He glances up, doing a double take at me. He glides along the zone closer to me.

“You okay?” He asks through the glass. 

“Yeah.” I respond with a big smile. I’m fine. So is our daughter, Lucie. I just needed a change of scenery that wasn’t our kitchen, living room or bedroom.

“Walk this way.” He points to my left. 

I follow the boards along to the bench. I am acutely aware of how on display I am as fans and players alike watch 

Coach Ruff, who I wouldn’t consider to be much of a softy, blows his whistle, skating towards the bench with the rest of the Devils following.

“Hischer, who is this?”

“My baby!” Nico exclaims. The guys cheer loudly, sticks tapping against the ice, hoops and hollers making my cheeks spread wide. “And her hot mama.” I accept a kiss from my husband then put Lucie’s car seat on the boards for the guys to see her. She’s the real star of today’s show.

“Hi sweetheart.” Nico murmurs, reaching down to unsnap her seatbelt straps. She startles in her sleep, hands swaying in the air, a soft puff of a noise coming from between her little lips. The group of sweaty, tough hockey players literally swoons in front of me. They all skate closer until the whole team and coaching staff is surrounding us.

“Um, sorry I didn’t mean to distract you.” I chuckle, scanning their faces. No one, including the gruff head coach, seems to mind.

“We were about done.” Nico tells me, tossing a wink as he works Lucie’s arm out of the straps. 

“Damn. Now I want another.” Brendan Smith moans. “Never got a daughter…” He trails off, looking at her decked out in lavender. Her head has a light pink headband that accents the thick, dark hair she was born with.

“Look at her face.” Erik Haula groans as her little lips pucker while she starts to awaken again from the commotion. “We probably stink.” He jokes. I nod my head in agreement.

One player, Jack Hughes, peels off from the rest of the group, beginning to flick pucks down to the far net.

“Too cool for your best friend’s baby?” Jesper Bratt asks him, slapping his breezers with the blade of his stick.

“Nah. Held Sweet Lu half the night at dinner yesterday.” Jack had come over with a bottle of expensive tequila for me, beer for Nico, and demanded baby snuggles as payment. I don’t think he was even fully in the house before he took her from my arms.

“Uncle Jack is her undisputed favorite.” I tell Jesper. Jack’s eyes catch mine and I see the softness there for our daughter. He winks at me, then is off on his own.

The rest of the group takes peeks and some of them begin to peel off, letting others get a better look at their Captain’s new world.

“Hey Hisch, how is your baby so cute but you’re so ugly?” Miles Wood asks with a shit eating grin on his face, give her foot a gentle squeeze. Nico rolls his eyes, grabbing the car seat from me and skating down to the door of the bench.

“Because my wife is prächtig.” He answers, skates clacking on the mats as he walks towards me. “Gorgeous.” He murmurs a translation, leaning in to kiss me. I wrinkle my nose at the smell coming from him.

“Woof.” I cough, adjusting to breathe through my mouth. He puts Lucie’s car seat on the bench, using a BioSteel towel to wipe off his hands and face from the sweat dripping on his skin.

“Yeah, stinky.” He chuckles, reaching into her car seat and pulling her into his arms. “Wanna take a spin, Lulu?” 

“Slow, Neeks.” I nervously bite my lip.

“Mhm. She’s safe with daddy.” I smile, knowing that’s the truth. Everything about her will always be protected by her dad… and his 19 teammates who still look entranced by her little face bundled against the red of Nico’s jersey.

As Nico twirls around the ice with her, the Social Media Manager, Erin, approaches. 

“Hi, would it be okay if I took pictures of them for the team socials? I can avoid anything showing her face.” We haven’t shared pictures of her full face on social media and haven’t decided if we ever really will. As parents, we just want to keep her safe.

“Um, yeah that’s okay with us.” I say. 

“Thank you! They are so cute out there together.”

She maneuvers around me, holding her camera up and clicking along. Nico notices, looking at me. I give him a head nod that it’s all okay with me. Lucie eventually wakes up completely, whining softly to her dad. He skates her back to me, noting her tightly closed fists.

“She’s hungry, babe.” 

“Yeah, it’s time.” I nod, taking her back from him. 

“Ohmygosh.” Erin murmurs, tilting her camera to show me. Nico is holding Lucie out in front of his face. Her little arms are stretched to the side as he spins her slowly. Jack is next to Nico, his cocky smile wide as the two players laugh at whatever face Lucie is making. Nico’s face is everything in that picture. It’s like Lucie is the only thing in the world that exists. I know that look well. It’s been directed at me daily since we met.

“Can you send that to me?” I ask her. 

“Oh definitely. There are a ton of good ones. Let me edit them a bit and I’ll email them over. Thank you for letting me do this. Devils fans are so in love with your family… respectfully.” Nico and I laugh.

“We’re pretty great.” He grins directly at me. There’s that look again.

“Hey, do I get a turn with her now?” Jack asks, slowing to a stop in front of me.

“Um, I have to feed her then, yes?” I turn to Nico who shrugs like it’s fine with him.

“Yeah. Let Uncle Jack take her. Remind him of what happens when you’re too desperate to wait.” He tosses me a wink.

“Hischier.” I scold him, cheeks flushing red as I adjust my backpack on my shoulders. “For the record, I wasn’t the impatient one.” Nico laughs.

“Something about short, black dresses.” He snaps his teeth jokingly at me,

“Something about desperate NHL captains.” I shoot back.

“Something about married people.” Jack mumbles with slight disgust, then skates off to rip more pucks into the net. 

#Nico hischier #nico hischer blurb #nico Fischer fan fiction #New Jersey devils #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #my writing #writing requests

[vacantgodling]

oc kiss week day 6 4: reach

i’m posting this out of order bc i had this finished first LMAO 💀 next one i’ll post is day 4 promise pff

WIP: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

SHIP: erik soori (he/him, ranger) x un "dion" undershield (he/him, protector)

SUMMARY: dion knew it was his fault, but that didn't make it hurt less. the worst part was erik didn't blame him at all.

tw(s): major out of context spoilers, amputation (not in graphic detail, it's already been done) & traumatic limb loss

worldbuilding notes: erik and miona are both from diisai, which is an island to the west of terrae's mainland across the eastern sea (which is not east lmao). diisaians like themselves have a sort of highland (scottish) adjacent sounding accent, and because i like writing vernaculars, you'll see that make an appearance here. erik's accent is stronger than miona's because miona grew up in the capital of diisai while erik grew up in the highlands.

also sorry in advance for this this is so sad fr LMAO.

“I spoke wi’eh doctor.” Miona said. She wasn’t looking at him, or where Erik lay, deathly still on the hospital bed. His body was fully covered by blankets up to his chin, and his face didn’t look peaceful so much as he just looked like a corpse. If Dion knew Miona better, like Erik did, maybe he would’ve been able to read through whatever emotion her flat voice was trying to hide. He didn’t look at her either. Just kept staring at him like he had for the past week. She waited a long moment before she continued. 

“After he’s granted discharge, it's recommended ‘at he retire.” 

Another long beat passed. 

“He can’t.” Dion was surprised hearing his own voice—the last time he heard it like this was when Fia passed and. And. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose; he couldn’t think about her. Not now, it would break him.

Miona whirled on him, her eyes suddenly blazing. “Can’t?!” Her voice was shrill. “He lost his fucking arm, you heartless piece o’ shit!” Guilt seared through Dion’s gut like he’d been fileted, and it was hard not to double over from the pain of it. “Th’ whole damn thing!” She screamed and Dion wished he could scream too. He knew! And it was his fault. Miona wasn’t done her tirade however. “Can you stop being so fucking selfish for once in yer damn life—”

“I know what he lost!” Dion finally growled, cutting her off. He could barely breathe around the nausea that gripped him like iron from the inside of his throat, strangling him with every word, but he pushed them out. “But you and I both know he won’t!” 

Miona glowered at him, grinding her teeth, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it herself. She tried again. “Then convince ‘im! For pity’s sake, he can’t go on like this!” 

Dion turned away from her, and away from Erik no matter how much he needed to stare at him to make sure that he was there. “I can’t do that.” His voice was barely a puff of air; a wheeze.

If he was looking at Miona, he would’ve seen the way she tugged at her hair in frustration. “Ye’re the only one who can!” She choked on her words, tears welling up in her voice like an overflowing dam. “He’ll ne’er be able to shoot a bow again—don’t ye get it? And you know he won’t sit around and do paperwork all day!” 

“I’m not stupid.” Dion felt the stupid, useless tears that he hated to shed begin to trail down his dark cheeks and he pointedly kept his face turned away. That’s what was tearing him up—he knew that Erik was fucked over beyond repair and he fucking caused it.

The one thing Fia loved about Erik more than anything was his bow. The one thing that completed Erik, was that ridiculous thing, near as large as Dion’s own shield, at his side. He drew it with such a raw power in a way that was lost on the rangers of the mainland; a unique artform all of its own. And because of Dion it was ruined. He’d ruined Fia’s dream—as the last insult to her memory. He’d ruined Erik, as the final straw in the string of insults that Dion had taken at his character. The one man who never left him. The one man who coddled him, listened to him, cared for him even when he didn’t fucking deserve it—

“Get out o’eh way, ye stupid bastard!” 

Dion kept replaying the moment over and over in his mind. 

He had been so focused. So, angry, and reckless—Erik shouldn’t have had to cover his blind spot. Erik shouldn’t have known his blind spot… But logic reasoned that if anyone would’ve known it, Erik would. They’d been fighting together for… too long now. This was the price for that.

Both he and Miona were startled out of their argument by a shifting of the sheets. Of a loud, pained groan. 

“A’ll get th’ doctor!” Miona said. She rushed for the door, pausing for only a moment to look back at Dion. “But remember what Ah said. And don’t ye dare hurt him.”

Dion didn’t bother to deign what she said with a response. He was too busy falling to his knees by the bedside, grasping Erik’s trembling left hand in his own—what was left of him. 

He was forcibly moved from the bedside when the doctor rushed in.

It was another week before Erik awoke again. And in all that time, Dion stayed by his bedside. He tried to read, but his mind wouldn’t follow the words, but there was nothing else to do so he forced himself through passage after passage of drivel until it made his eyes burn and his head swim.

During that time, the room was constantly fluctuating with visitors: Miona came in nearly every day, and the barman—Papa, whatever his name, stopped by as well. The Diisiain they spoke rapidly between each other was too hushed for Dion to catch any of, but he noticed the forlorn look the burly man gave Erik when he finally ambled out. Cameron stopped by, and that archer his sister fancied, along with other people Dion hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. He’d never… realized how well liked Erik was. He’d been so focused on himself, his vengeance, his pain—its like he never even knew who Erik was. Is. He wasn’t dead. He had to keep telling himself that.

It was a sentiment proven true when Erik began to stir. Dion almost didn’t notice, given how quiet this awakening was compared to the previous outburst. His honey brown eyes were barely visible under his drooping lids, but visible enough for Dion to start when he said, all rasp, “Ne’er thought Ah’d see th’ day where ye’d voluntarily read somethin’, bubble boy.” 

The silly nickname that normally Dion hated constricted something fierce in his chest, and his heart stopped, before it began to hammer against his ribs. “You’re awake.” He said dumbly. “You’re actually awake.” 

“Fer better or worse.” Erik sighed heavily, so much that Dion could almost hear the creak of his bruised lungs. “Though Ah feel like th’ Lady o’ tha Universe sent th’ planet crashin’ down on me brow an’ knocked me clean oot. I feel awful.” Despite it, Erik chuckled and Dion felt his heart crash down to his stomach. How could he do this? How was he this endless well of optimism. When Fia died, Erik hadn’t shed a tear that Dion could see. Just held him, helped him bury her body—their bodies of the rest of their team. When Dion shunned his jokes and his cheer, he’d let it roll off of his shoulders without even blinking. He almost wanted to ask—what kept him cheerful when the world was cruel and heartless? But then Erik sat up on the bed. With some difficulty, Dion could add. The book he was reading fell from his lap as he lunged to reach Erik, helping him get to an upright position with a hand steadied on his back. The blanket dropped from his shoulders, and suddenly it was bared to the world. Bandaged; but enough that Dion felt the nausea of guilt arrest him again. Where Erik’s right arm should’ve been, there was nothing but a nub right at the shoulder. It was a clean break, like someone snapped it off like an icicle or chalk, and not the horribly mangled, jagged thing it had been when Dion and Jace managed to drag him to the hospital, already passed clean out from the pain. They must’ve had to amputate slightly further up, to salvage what they could… even if it wasn’t much. 

Aware of it, Erik stilled, and how he was turned obscured his expression from Dion. Without warning, his left arm came grasping at the place where his arm once was. 

“She’s really gone… Isn’t she?” Erik’s voice was threadbare. But surprisingly, he wasn’t the one who’d begun to cry.

When Dion didn’t give him an answer, Erik turned his head. The worried expression on his face was swimming in Dion’s vision.

“Oi… Ye… ye’re cryin’?” Erik looked about as lost as Dion felt. When he tried to open his mouth, no sound came out. “Ah…” Erik’s left hand reached out then hesitated, unsure. But, steeling his resolve, he reached out all the way, and grasped Dion by the front of his shirt. It only took one tug to pull Dion into his embrace, and any other day, any other time Dion would’ve shoved him off but now… His arms just felt too weak. 

Against his hair, he felt a brush of Erik’s lips. 

“Ah didn’t think ye’d cry.” He said, hushed. The lips pressed into Dion’s hair again, this time more purposeful and it hit Dion so sharply that he felt dizzy. Despite the fact that Dion caused his injury. Despite the fact that Dion couldn’t do anything but growl and scowl and give him grief for his troubles to be friendly, that no matter what happened between them, Erik was always there whenever Dion fell. He couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t bear it. 

“If Ah thought Ah could’a gone fer me bow, I woulda but…” Erik tried to laugh but it came out watery and broken. “An’ now… Ah’m ne’er gonna shoot me bow again.” He laughed again, but this one was more pained and Dion pulled away, if only to look into Erik’s eyes. Tears had begun pouring down his face like a river’s spring flood.

Dion wished he knew what to say.

“.... Ah promised meself that Ah wouldn’t regret it if ye were safe.” Erik whispered, and then suddenly he was breaking. It was all Dion could do but pull Erik into his chest as he wailed, his tears wrenching and racking his whole, too thin body with them. All Dion could do was hold him and mirror the gesture; pressing the most delicate of kisses to Erik’s head as he fell apart.

#ockiss24 #these two drive me insane they BREAK ME they HURT ME SM #this is part of what makes dion finally get his head out of his ass btw #s: tcol #ren writing #spoilers ig

[joshriku]

last night i asked for drabble prompts! yay! @icbchiywwm said: 'divorced cherik in their 40th taking turns in taking care of their children (idk about number it can be just david it can be twins + laura + david) it can be jean for all i care i just need them in school/kindergarten being protective parents who have very different priorities and so reminding each other why they divorced. bonus points if both of them single and still have hots for eo, double bonus points if kids are embarrassed by them' so here's something based on that. thank you for the prompt :3c

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“Did you actually have to call both of them?” Pietro asks her again. It's definitely not the first time. 

“As your mother said, she’s out of town, and one of them is bound to show up,” Ms. Frost says. “Pietro, I let you off the first time. The second time, I did so with a warning. Three times is enough.”

Pietro crosses his arms. “Warren started it.”

“I’ve heard that one enough times, darling,” she smiles. “Now sit up straighter—your dad is coming.”

Right on cue, the doorknob twists, and Dad steps in, looking all sorts of disheveled. Pietro didn’t actually expect him to show up, but if he did, then at least it would mean he was going to be spared from Charles’ on-going lectures about not getting into fights, yadda yadda yadda. When they were together, he would hear it for hours. Maybe one good thing came out of their divorce.

“Are you alright, Pietro?” he asks, sitting down on the chair next to him. Pietro shrugs, then points at his cheek.

“Warren got me there, but it’s healing,” Pietro says. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Nonsense,” Erik tilts his chin up, looking at the bruise either way. There’s almost nothing there anymore, but he still rubs his cheek, just for good measure like he could heal his son himself. “Ms. Frost, it’s a pleasure to see you again. What happened?”

“So—” Ms. Frost and his dad both stand up straighter, as if they felt another presence. Uh-oh. Charles got here? “Yes, sweetheart. Seems like your ex-step-father is also here. Let’s wait until he gets here, then.”

The seconds go by slower than usual until Charles wheels in, somehow shocked, even though he clearly knows who is inside the room. “This is a surprise.”

“It’s not,” Dad immediately replies. He turns to Ms. Frost. “Explanations?”

She slides Pietro’s file to him. “If you didn’t want him here, you should have removed him from his emergency contacts.”

He stares at the paper with their names, biting his lip. Charles sits next to Pietro, squeezing his hand as a greeting, the familiar nudge of his mind against Pietro before he leaves it altogether. Pietro squeezes back and says hi before dropping his hand.

“Why don’t you do the honors, Mr. Maximoff?” Ms. Frost smiles at him. “Why did we call everyone here today?”

“I got in a fight with Warren,” Pietro mutters.

“That boy, again?” Dad shakes his head. “He should’ve learned his lesson last time.”

“Pardon?” Charles asks. “Last time?”

“It’s my third time,” Pietro says. Charles’ eyes widen. 

“And you did not talk him out of fighting this boy?” Charles leans over, looking directly at Dad. “Erik.”

“Don’t Erik me,” he says. “I did. Of course I did. Pietro is a stubborn boy.”

“That’s an excuse,” Ms. Frost interjects. “Pietro can be stubborn, but he can also not slap his classmates in the middle of an argument.”

“What argument?” Charles asks. God, he’s totally going to judge him.

“He said something very stereotypically rich,” Pietro huffs. “I had to punch him.”

Dad snorts.

Charles blinks at them. “I cannot believe you two. You were snickering? When Pietro was punching people, you were snickering?”

Dad puts his serious face back on. “I was talking to him about how he can’t solve everything with violence.” Even if they deserve a punch here and there, Pietro doesn’t say, but by the look on Charles’ face he totally got that thought.

“I mean, this is ridiculous,” Pietro says at last. “My parents aren’t responsible for this. I just acted out. I won’t do it again.”

“Even if Warren says something stereotypically rich again?” Emma asks him.

Pietro deflates. “Ms. Frost, he’s unbearable!”

“Pietro,” Charles says.

“Fine. I guess Charles also says things like that, and I get along with him.”

Dad actually laughs at that.

“It is not as remotely funny as you think, Erik.”

“It is,” Dad smiles at him. Oh, he doesn’t like that smile. If he turns to see Charles—oh, yeah, okay, Charles is also smiling at him. Weren’t they divorced? Why are they doing this? “Perhaps you and I should discuss how… serious this situation is.”

“I would not be opposed to it,” Charles says. Pietro locks eyes with Ms. Frost, begging to have a sane person in the room. She seems amused by this, like she knew this would happen. “Are you free for lunch? We ought to catch up. Pietro’s matters are… very urgent, Erik, we cannot raise a child like this.”

“I’m fourteen!” Pietro tries to not shriek. “Why are you guys flirting in front of Ms. Frost?”

“You could have not punched that kid, Pietro,” Dad reminds him. “We would not be doing this in front of your teacher.”

“I get it! I get it!” Pietro stands up. “No fighting! Violence only when necessary!”

“Only when necessary?” Charles retorts back. 

“Never resorting to violence, yes, thank you, let’s all leave,” Pietro tugs at his Dad’s hand and at Charles’. “Thank you, Ms. Frost, bye, see you never!”

“Goodbye, Pietro,” Ms. Frost smiles at him, like she finally won their ongoing feud. “I hope you have learned your lesson at last.”

#cherik #writing #you cant bring those two anywhere idk

[tesla-runner]

What doesnt kill you.....

 Erik was standing in front of the cliff, staring off into the horizon, scratching his back in a stupid attempt to keep warm. Because sure, he was stupid enough to go out at night on the coast in only his underwear and expect not to feel cold, but already the cold didn't matter to him, he knew the cold would only worsen further to numbness in the next few minutes.

 "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked the air, as if expecting someone behind him to answer. But there was no one, and it was all his fault.

 Everything had always been his fault, even before he even knew it.

 His dark circles under his eyes were big and black, he had decided not to sleep much in the last week. Maybe he wanted to make sense of Fade's actions, maybe he was worried about Cypher stealing his servos, or he was worried about the desperate measures Brimstone had announced to the rest of the team.

 He sat down on the damp grass, and breathed in the salty sea air that prickled in his lungs, feeling his alveoli being cleansed of the smell of the tobacco he and Liam had smoked a while back. But he didn't want to let go of that tobacco, didn't want to let go of that moment.... He didn't want to let go of Liam.

 The shower water felt warm enough, but Brimstone's caresses on his back, drying him off after the bath, felt even warmer. Kisses on his ear sweetened the day and reduced the pain of bullet wounds from last week's mission, and calloused fingers caressed every furrow of his muscles and skin, traveling up to his chest to bruise the tattoo on his chest and join in an almost pious embrace, but they were forced to separate when they heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, watching with a blush on their cheeks as Phoenix returned for his slippers. The pajama fabric felt soft against his flesh, and he was trying his best to be able to maintain his body heat on the way to the sergeant's room.  

 Breach sees the grass with night dew in front of his eyes, being caressed by the gloom and its breeze, he sees Brimstone lying on the bed across from him as Erik looks into his ash gray eyes searching for that sparkle he so adored. He can't help but remember their arguments, even though it's been months since them.

 "It's not you, understand. You know, some of the agents have been violent lately... But, you know, there won't be any trouble if you don't cause trouble, understood?" he reminded him to say it, with his firm and authoritative pose, something that contrasted with her relaxed posture on the bed, while he read some last reports. He looked up at him, his gray eyes shining with tenderness and affection, glowing with the moon as blue as the sea bravely pounding the shore.

 He felt those calloused hands on his chest, caressing those poorly healed scars from his double mastectomy, those sweet kisses on the back of his neck didn't help him feel better, nor did his spoon position, as he whispered "Goodnight sweetheart" in his ear. He couldn't feel the veil of sleep falling over him, as he stared at the shadows around him waiting for something unusual, in a state of wakefulness that he felt lasted for hours. He kept seeing that desperate dark gray as the specks of dust illuminated by the moonlight danced to the music of absolute silence, which irritated Breach and which he sought to dull with his deep breathing like the sea. He felt that someone was spying on him, but he was too afraid to turn around, having tucked himself up to his head in bedclothes like a child terrified of the monster in his closet. But this monster was real, he knew, the monster had a name, he had encountered it before.

 He didn't know at what moment he closed his eyes, it felt like a blink of an eye, yet he felt a whole life, a whole world of sensations in that ephemeral moment. The taste of blood, a lump in his throat, the prick of sewing needles in his flesh, his favorite stuffed animal, the watery taste of his mother's milk.

 The warmth of a kiss...

 But also the coldness of a touch...

 Breach looked back, knowing that no one usually walked at night, much less near high tide. But still he waited, crossing his fingers that someone would come for him, he didn't care about the punishment, he just wanted someone to be in flesh and spirit by his side. He knew Brimstone wouldn't come, but he longed for him with all his heart.

 He always knew it was all his fault, no matter how much his mother told him otherwise. If he hadn't fallen and tried to get his right arm back, they would have escaped together. Although while fighting with the police officer, he doubted whether the life of a fugitive would be a genuine life, still that doubt gave him enough strength.

 "Hey, girl, stop!" he heard a shout in the distance.

 Erik kept running, frightened by that male voice with the Danish accent, screaming for help to his family, screaming for them to come back for him, but as soon as the policeman tackled him, he covered his mouth with his big, silky-smooth-fingered hand. Erik moved under him like a rabid squirrel, but his 15-year-old girl's body was no match against that man with police training.

 Erik returned to wakefulness, breaking out in a cold sweat and throbbing heavily at the same rate as the gnashing of his teeth, cursing Fade in Swedish for having to use his powers at this hour, but when he goes to get up to look, he sees a light on, in the hallway connecting the other agents' rooms, which puts him on alert, even though he knows that some agents get up to the bathroom during the night. Something was moving in the hallway, and the lights were flashing just like a police car. Just like the patrol car that was there the day of the arrest. Breach takes a breath as the door to the room opens.

 Erik takes a breath as well, before grabbing a rock nearby and hitting the guy in the face with it, causing him to collapse next to him. He climbs on top of him, furious, and starts hitting him with all the energy his prostheses allow him, without stopping crying for a single moment. He feels like a wild animal, or even like a pressure cooker about to explode, and seeing the cop's pained face and the cop's crude attempts to cover himself with a pillow prove to be the escape route for the stress he had felt from weeks of running and hiding. His hands creak together with the bones in his face, as do the officer's moans coming out of his mouth in increasingly less powerful gasps, which did not stop him from drawing his service weapon and firing a few shots into the girl's abdomen. Adrenaline pumped through his body in uncommon quantities, driving him to start strangling him with the force exerted by the heat of the bullet in his body.

 Suddenly the bullet stopped hurting. And the cop stopped breathing....

 Breach couldn't feel more alive and scared of himself. "God did I just kill someone?" he thought in fear. He was always aware that he would follow in his family's footsteps in the criminal world, but he was also always scared of the idea of killing people. He grabbed the cop's head to try to help him...The image he saw froze his blood.

 Breach let out a gasp of air as he watched the waves hit the rocks of the shoreline. He bit his lips until he bled a little as he held back tears. It had taken him a long time to realize that this monster was never someone or something. That monster had always been himself, and today fate had given him the ultimate proof of that.

He hadn't killed a Danish policeman...he had killed Liam....

 Breach gave one last apology skyward before leaping off the cliff.

#fanfics #Valorant #brimstone valorant #breach #angst #valorant angst #breach x brimstone #yes #i love these gay guys #I need more content of them #if you like breach i am your friend #gay wrongs #autokill mention #kill mention

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

The Opening of a Bitter Sweet Refrain | Erisu | Trial 2.1 | RE: Just Erika, Erik A | ATTN: The Note

Erisu Kabasawa was a woman who held herself on appearances. She was someone who never let a single hair fall out of place; at least that is who she was prior to the death of the person she knew as Lyrica. As she stood at her podium, hair stuck to moist cheeks (raw and red from recently crying), she sucks in her breath. Stop that. Stop that. Please stop that. She tries her best to regain her composure, to do what she had always done best. Keep it in. Keep it down. Do not let it out. But she can't. 

She wanted to know Lyrica. She wanted them to feel like they were a real person to her. 

"...Miss Erika, you know that Mx. Lyrica was most likely not the person to set up that trap. We found that note in the eatery, and while we can not discern what was truly written on there, we do know that it does not match Mx.Lyrica's handwriting. We found a snippet of their handwriting in their room on the post-it note."

Deep breaths. 

In and out. 

Rubbing her eyes, pushing her glasses up she calmly looks at the group. It's a little hard to keep up the ice princess physique when your gaze is followed by red puffiness. 

"Alongside this, I know whoever took the double bass strings had to have done so prior to 1 pm as I was in the music room until Mister Erik came to get me upon the discovery of..." Her voice cracks, "the victim."

Calm. Calm. Please be calm. 

"So yes, alibis do matter. As Mister Meyer stated, everything had to have been taken at some point. Little Aion told us that only two people came into the workshop. Meaning that if we all think back and trace the steps of our days we may see someone who strikes a lot of those locations for the traps pieces." 

Finishing her statements, she simply takes a step back for a moment. She hates being seen like this. Look away. Look away from her. Forget. 

Please forgive her weakness. 

#Erisu #chapter2 #trial2 #submission

[heiko-writes]

Dinner with The Northmans: Part 1

::Jan opened Mina's car door while Erik handed his valet key to the attendant.  Jan smiled gently at her, offering her his hand.  Shook took it, smiling back. He glanced then to his right and readily recognized Doctor Kreizler and his companion John Moore wearing bespoke, Edwardian-inspired three-piece suits.  Kreizler was in all black, complete with black silk gloves and ivory capped walking stick; Moore in dark biscuit over copper.  His gloves were cognac. Moore was animating some story or other, gesticulating with his hands up, face turned to the sky.  Kreizler was laughing happily, cane in his right hand, arms crossed snugly over his breast.   

Both men were lean, trim-waisted specimens with impeccably coiffed and waxed, full heads of dark hair.  Kreizler wore a short, neat, full beard.  His complexion was fair but far from wan.  Joy pinked the apples of his cheeks, and illuminated his dark, espresso brown eyes.   

Moore sported a close-cropped mustache, a golden tan, glittery green eyes, and short, but well-defined and fairly obvious upper and lower canines:: 

:::Mina smiled at Jan, turning in the sidewalk to follow his gaze.  While she had no idea who they were meeting, she could easily pick the two out of the crowd as they waited.  They kind of stood out- out of time, out of place and yet also completely fitting in with those around them.  She examined them carefully, taking them in as she waited for Erik:: 

::Erik joined them and they three approached Kreizler and Moore, standing just to the left of the hotel entrance.  The doorman glanced to them with a wide smile.  Then nodded to a couple passing him through the threshold and into the restaurant::  Evening.  Welcome! 

::The men squared up as their little group stepped to them.  Kreizler switched his cane to his left hand and lowered it to the concrete sidewalk at their feet.  His left knee was cocked, and he leaned ever so slightly on the stick.  His dark eyes were glossy and intense.  They flicked fast between their group.  His lashes were fine, abundant, long.  His beard was manicured, full; the whiskers were brown, blond, and auburn, curly.  His haircut was typical of an Edwardian male, full, but cut away around the ears, carefully tapered at both nape and apex, allowing his naturally curly, variegated chocolate and caramel locks to form wee wisps on his neck and above his ears. His forelock formed a charming wave curling up then down from his high forehead to coil at his right temple.  His heritage could have been as much Balkan as it could have been Swiss or Dutch.  His features were not clearly accountable.  But both his given and surname were unmistakably Hungarian.  

He was only a few inches taller than Mina in his button-up half boots, but he gave not the impression of petiteness.  In fact, his black on black and more black suite and accoutrements may have obscured his carnal body, but his fidelity to physical fitness ensured his silhouette and form were quite complemented by his tailored suit. 

His waist and hips were svelte, his breast quite sufficient.  His posture was impeccable, spine supple, curving smartly into high, round buttocks.  He smelled strongly of cedarwood soap, orange blossom and black pepper lotion, and musky hair balm. 

Moore was several inches taller than Kreizler.  He was nearly the same in height and breadth to Jan, but more chesty, broader-shouldered, more angular.  His jaw was strong, as was his chin.  His dimples were deep. His waxed coif was almost black.  He had a slight widow's peak.  His green eyes smiled at them beneath arched eyebrows.  His nose was slightly upturned.  His copper brocade, double-breasted waistcoat, gleaming dark curls, sunkissed flesh, trim and slender mustache, and vibrant, mischievous gaze sort of made him seem like a gentleman pirate.  Incidentally, he also smelled of Oriental spices:  Ambergris, sandalwood, coriander, tobacco.  He also radiated the unmistakably savory, salty, spicy scent of a virile male Lycan:: 

Did you come by carriage, or time machine?  ::Erik mused to them:: 

::Moore chuckled smartly and offered his gloved hand::  Good Evening, Mr. Northman.  What a pleasure it is to finally meet you... and your beautiful bride!  ::he beamed as they clutched hands briskly.  Moore's head twitched from Erik to Mina.  As he grinned down at her, she noted again his conspicuous canines:: 

::Jan spoke quickly then as Moore's amiability was getting ahead of his manners::  Gentlemen, these are my dearest friends Erik and Mina Northman. ::he nodded to Kreizler, then Moore::  Doctor Laszlo Kreizler.   John Moore, journalist, and companion artist. 

My God!  ::Kreizler's eyes widened, his mouth opened in a gasp::  Doctor Mykolas, I'd heard of your longevity yet never assumed to see you again in my lifetime.  ::he extended his hand to Jan and when their grasp caught, his left hand, fisted about his cane, tapped down against Jan's wrist and he held to Jan:: 

Doctor Kreizler, yes, it's been a few decades.  I've nonetheless continued to read everything you publish and await further circulations.  Your observations and opinions are as provocative as ever.  Never a dull reflection.  ::Jan smiled cordially at Kreizler:: 

::Kreizler blushed, eyes darting away::  Well, you overstate my efficacy, Doctor.  But you are a remarkable intellect and I'll take your plaudits eagerly.  ::his grin was toothy, his eyeteeth sharp.  He shook Erik's hand next, then Mina.  His outer jugular pulsed visibly in his throat::   

::Mina smiled and shook each of the mens hands and then stood beside Erik, watching Jan and his friends.  Erik waited for the greetings to cease and then, catching the doorman’s glance, motioned towards the door::   it looks like our table is ready…. Shall we?  ::his hand slipped behind Mina’s lower back as a guide::: 

 

Order of Seating: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _  |           Mina         |  

|         Jan           Erik | 

|    Laszlo    Moore | 

::They were seated at a round 6 top with an off-white tablecloth, silver-toned dinnerware, and a squat centerpiece of cream-white roses.  The host placed all their napkins on their laps, then removed the centerpiece, before explaining a server would come shortly to start their drinks and starters order. An attendant whizzed over and filled their water goblets, followed immediately by a slender young man in white dress shirt, black trousers and black apron.  A serving towel draped on his left arm.  He introduced himself as Ian.  Moore quickly instructed Ian to bring him the billet.  Erik tried to interject, but Moore insisted sternly, and Erik relented with a chuckle. 

  Moore and Kreizler removed their gloves and tucked them away in their coat pockets.  Kreizler leaned his cane into the corner of the wall between Jan and Mina. 

The men ordered Cab Sauvs, Mina ordered a dry Riesling.  Moore ordered a caviar tower and vodka for the men, bread and butter for the table, and Mina ordered a Little Gem salad::  Well then...::Moore addressed their table, then looked to Kreizler::  Surprise!  ::He fanfared quietly at the Doctor, sitting back in his chair:: 

  Yes! ::Kreizler snorted softly, blushing lightly, chin dipping, eyes flashing to his empty bread plate::  John said we were meeting an old colleague and swore secrecy.  I am very much surprised to see you again.  ::He smiled kindly to Jan.  Jan smiled back lightly.  He turned his eyes to Erik and Mina then::  And accepting a dinner invitation with the Northmans, although certainly appreciated, was quite unexpected. 

  ::he paused, took a moment to breathe and sip his water.  Then he continued, glancing from Jan to Erik::  Let's get any business there may be out of the way now, as I've been impressed this is not a formal meeting but one for communing and I'm very much inclined to enjoy the respite tonight <pause, light smile> 

  Doctor Mykolas told John you have questions regarding Enzo's treatment plan.  ::It wasn't a question he stated to Erik:: 

  ::Erik sipped his wine::  Well yes and no.  Not to compartmentalize or minimalize your fields of study or any counsel you provide. But he's not a SHIELD agent, a war criminal, a troubled orphan, a sexual predator.  Whatever.  So, I kind of find it odd that you'd be treating Enzo at all.  ::he glanced to Mina::  When we met him in Chicago, he gave off a vibe, which I can't explain, but that made me feel like this guy's story is quite legitimate and he needed more than a helping hand to get his life back together.  There was something about him that just struck me in a way that made me talk to Mina about how he just made me feel like he somehow was trustworthy, genuine... I don't know.  Special?  So, yeah, we basically took the little lost puppy home. 

We've invited him into our home to offer him sanctuary from the ridiculous persecution for a crime <air quotes> he didn't commit, while serving a government that likes placing extraordinary people in pretty unethical situations, then exploits their skills and intelligence.  We are hoping this time with us will give him time to likely rehome his family and regain his autonomy.  Again, not to disrespect you in any way, please, truly.  But he's yet to show us any side to him that would warrant more than what Doctor Ryan can offer as a qualified clinical psychologist who specializes in providing counseling and resources for soldiers with PTSD. 

  ::Erik paused as their server and one other attendant brought the caviar tower, vodka, bread and butter, and Mina's wee salad.:: 

  I'm not trying to rustle up any animosity or whatever, I'm just honestly curious.  Is it because of your interests in soldiers with unique experiences, specifically anything revolving around the Erskine, Zola, Zemo, Zima, Supersoldier projects? <pause> 

  I say soldiers, but I guess anybody who has been involved directly or indirectly I guess with the experiments.  And of course, the fact that the crime Enzo supposedly committed involved a lycan.  ::he made eye contact with Moore, whose lower lids twitched and he gave Erik a tiny smile:: 

  ::Kreizler watched Moore begin helping himself to the small medallions of Russian flatbread called blinis, savory herbs, orange and lemon rounds, and soured cream cheese.  He arranged two medallions topped with cheese and rosemary on his bread plate, then spooned a large dollop of blue-black caviar onto the flat of his thumb, adjacent his left wrist.  In fact the whole table now watched Moore then squeeze some orange juice onto the fish eggs.  He then lifted his hand to his mouth and fed himself the caviar, squishing the salty delicacy against his palate, then popped in one of the blini.  He chewed strongly then, taking a deep breath through his nose and humming it out again, happily enjoying his snack.  His cheeks dimpled deeply when he realized he was being watched.  He chuckled and dabbed at his thumb with his cloth napkin:: 

::Mina picked up her fork, listening To Erik intently as she watched the two me. Across from her for their reactions.  Neither gave any indication of worry or of being upset so She forked a bite of salad, chewing It slowly, savoring the champagne vinaigrette. She wasn’t exactly Sure of Erik’s concerns but trusted him and his reasoning implicitly. 

Please, join me! ::Moore motioned to the caviar tower::  This is an outstanding selection. Come on!  Dig in!  ::Jan and Erik took their queue and both began serving themselves.:: 

  ::Kreizler's dark eyes watched them a moment longer then focused solely on Erik::  You've hit the nail on the head, Mr. Northman.  ::He paused, snorting softly, amused, lips tweaking a tiny bewitched smirk::  But first please let me preface!  ::He began again:: 

I won't deny that I have been accused of egoism before.  It is also true that I'm not ashamed to admit how pleased I am to have one of my greatest ambitions presented to me so succinctly.   

You see, Mr. Northman, Enzo's tenure at Kamchatka involve precisely the type of experiences I've been retained to investigate and analyze for Captain Barnes' benefactor.  ::He offered Erik a complex expression.  It was both deeply engaged, as well as, perhaps, a bit sheepish for being so self-serving in his obsession with all things Zima Project-related.::   

It's no secret that his testimony provides us with vital information regarding the ongoing experiments taking place by other agencies, but also its effects on all persons involved, especially when autonomy is voided and such obscene liberties are taken on individuals who are as just as human as you and I <heavy pause>In return, he is offered political immunity, sanctuary, resource.  A safe place to heal and return to himself as quickly as possible.  Science, politics, and human welfare will always overlap as long as we strive for knowledge, I'm afraid.  In the interim, however, I do truly hope to act as much more than just a sounding board and recorder for Enzo.   

  I want to impress him to accept what he has seen and now knows about these projects, and to instill in him a passion to allow his past to become his past, that now is the time to heal, re-root, regrow.  To be unafraid and unashamed of anything he may feel at any time; as he has experienced some grievous trauma, and he will continue to suffer some of the lasting effects of all he's endured, mind and body. 

  ::Kreizler paused to sip his water, catch his breath:: 

  First and foremost, I'm a doctor of the mind.  Part of the oath I took says that I'm here to share my knowledge and to do no further harm.   

  None of us are unaware of the fact that the total arrangement does in fact rely on the aforementioned agreement for the entire situation to benefit all parties involved.  Enzo is being offered asylum in return for information regarding his experiences with the Zima Project and I am far better equipped to audit those experiences than Doctor Ryan, especially in regards to its subjects.   

May I add that both Doctor Ryan and I are one-hundred percent available to support and guide him psychologically, emotionally, and even physically, at any time, for as long as he needs and it is possible while he seeks restoration. 

He is special, Mr. Northman.  We all want to ensure he remembers that and continues to fight for his sentience.  And for justice.  Not just for himself, but for all of those who've been marred by such abominable exploitation. 

  ::Kreizler and Erik shared a long quiet gaze.  Kreizler's jaw worked.  His throat clicked.  His lids flickered.  He was clearly moved by the testimony shared to him by Enzo, and he steeled himself against any overt emotion which may show how deeply he felt regarding that abuse.   

  Erik offered him a lightly, kind smile::  Doctor, I've no doubt your primary concern is his welfare and not yours.  As they say, your reputation precedes you. ::<heavy pause>  He glanced to Jan, watching him quietly.  Erik considered a moment then; looked to Mina and back to the Hungarian-American alienist::  Perhaps we just needed to hear it.  ::His smile broadened::  And Doc, feel free to call me Erik. 

::Mina, who was watching Erik as he served himself the caviar, glanced at Kreizler as he spoke and then back to Erik. She considered that some people may have found offense in Erik’s questioning, but she knew that there truly wasn’t an offense there. Only concern.  And she was relieved that it didn’t appear Kreizler took it so.  She reached for her wine glass and took a sip.  Watching men talk shop was always interesting:: 

((we're going to pretend they already ordered their mains)) 

::Kreizler nodded lightly at Erik, then added his own query::  Then, is that all settled? 

Yeah absolutely.  That was far more than I was even expecting.  ::Erik smiled back at him:: 

::Moore scooped and handed Kreizler a tiny, gilded spoonful of the Kaluga caviars.::  This one's more mild than the Beluga.  I think you'll like it better.  Almost like unagi. 

Definitely.  ::Offered Jan::  The Sevruga is by far the strongest flavor. 

::Kreizler took the spoon and tried the roe.  He nodded::  Yes, much lighter.  ::Moore handed him a shot of vodka.  Rather than shoot the whole thing though, Kreizler merely sipped if halfway full.  He nodded again, jaw undulating.::  Yes, yes.  Very nice. 

::Moore looked to Mina then::  I assume you're not a fan of caviar? 

Ewww gosh no! ::Mina started:: 

Mina, isn't a fan of anything seafood.  ::Jan interjected::  But she'll match your appetite for rum cocktails. 

Caviar is certainly not a palate for everyone ::Moore grinned at her::  And it's true, beside my cruel mistress, irish whiskey, I have no problem admitting my penchant for daiquiris, mojitos, and hurricanes. 

Or anything else sweet and sour and flowing freely ::Kreizler added, huffing a light, amused laugh:: 

Ha ha ha indeed! ::Moore beamed at him::  Laszlo, what was it that gamin pilot said to us that time outside of France?  'Puke and rally'? 

::Kreizler's brow flinched, his eyes flashed::  John...!  ::he scolded quietly, perhaps concerned the lady would be offended by the use of the word 'puke'.:: 

::Mina couldn’t stop the giggle:::   Well that’s one way I’ve never heard before.   I’ll have to remember that one….  

::she glanced at Kreizler, still smiling:::  listen…I know we all want what is best for Enzo.  And I hope you know it’s not a matter of not trusting you… because I do believe that we can trust you.  Trust is important.  Erik and I feel quite protective of Enzo and are keeping eye on all of the support he receives and will intercede when necessary…. NOT that either of us believe that will ever be necessary.   

So…. ::she glances at Erik questioningly:::  if my husband Has no more concerns…  I would like to avoid talking shop and use this lovely occasion and dinner to get to know you better….::looks to Kreizler and Moore::   

Oh you know me, babe!  I always have questions ::  Erik grinned at her and she chuffed a laugh back at him:: 

Trust is of utmost importance with all relationships.  ::Kreizler addressed Mina.:: Without it transactions are merely primordial.  A lion doesn't trust the elk.  Nor does the shark trust the whale.  They simply hunt.  Purely instinctual.  But the moment a credible circumstance is made, a bond is formed.  Once the lion trusts elk will graze in a certain area, he returns to that area to hunt... 

::Jan interjected::  I disagree with your examples, but not entirely with your theory. 

::Kreizler gazed at him coolly::  Excuse me..? 

::Jan::  A shark's performance is purely sensual.  A lion learns.  And shark never hunt whale.  They scavenge their corpses. 

OK, let's not over-analyze each other's pedantry. ::Moore scoffed, eyes narrowing at Jan, then Kreizler.::  Mina's right.  Let's have more play than work now, please. 

::Jan smirked at him, his upper lip slanting, golden-brown eyes crinkling::  Forgive me, John.  

::Moore smirked back then and shook his head::   

Agreed! ::Erik almost barked it.  He finished his wine and an attendant refilled his glass almost immediately::  How did you two meet?  ::his eyes moved between their guests:: 

::Moore looked to Kreizler.::  Who's turn is it?  ::he smiled lightly, showing his perfect fangs and gorgeous dimples:: 

Yours I believe ::Kreizler replied.:: 

Very well ::Moore also finished his wine and the attendant addressed his glass::  We were nine and our parents met in similar circles.  Mine was an investment broker and Kreizler was a publisher.  Publishers need money to grow their business, and brokers allocate money.  So, we had many opportunities to play when our fathers discussed finances.   

Play?  ::Kreizler mused:: 

::Moore chuffed at him::  Yes, we played.  Coloring and hide'n seek are playing.   

::Erik couldn't help but snicker at the concept of these men coloring.  Even as boys the idea somehow struck him funny.:: 

We certainly were scolded enough for hiding behind draperies or ducking into unlocked closets! ::Moore added with a little laugh.:: 

::Erik snickered again and the men looked to him curiously::  I'm sorry!  Th-those are really cute images ::he sputtered, still snickering.  He quickly stuffed the one image that had actually tickled him:  Nine-year old boys hiding in closets together.:: 

::Moore smiled back at him then innocently.  Clearly he bought Erik's fib.   

He and Kreizler both actually wore an air of naivete to them which was both unexpected for their ages, but also charming.  It wasn't often you found the long-lived with much virtue left intact.  But these two, especially Moore, sincerely exhibited an expressive, honest, unpresuming way about him usually reserved for schoolchildren or pastoral clergymen.  It was endearing and maybe even a little refreshing.   

It was also odd considering Jan had told Erik and Mina that Moore was known to be promiscuous.  Loose men were rarely moderate in any way, and almost never possessed an unassuming mindset, not constantly overflowing with flirty quips, or naughty references.:: 

We also attended Harvard together.  While he studied psychology, I studied journalism. ::Moore added:: 

That's a long time to be friends ::Erik:: 

Indeed it is ::Moore flashed a bright, warm grin at Kreizler, who flinched a smile and immediately glanced downward, blushing:: 

You're Lycan ::Erik stated:: 

::Moore gazed at Erik now almost inquisitively::  I am. 

Born or turned? ::Erik:: 

Born.  Apparently my paternal Grandfather was full lycan; born in Scotland in 1605.  I never met him but according to my grandmother I look just like him. ::Moore offered a small, almost sad smile::   

He hid his moon-sickness from most people, most of his life.  ::he continued then::  Although once he moved to America and met my grandmother, whose family was very progressive, he found her to be much more receptive to his disposition and ended up finally marrying and settling down. 

::Erik::  Do you shift? 

::Moore::  I have but rarely do 

::Erik::  Why rarely? 

::Moore::  Not much reason to..?  ::he half-asked:: 

There're plenty of reasons to allow your body to stretch out its natural forms. ::Erik cocked his head::  Wouldn't you agree, Doctor Kreizler?  Oppression of the carnal senses creates impulsivity and anxiety.  And physiologically, can prevent our bodies from purging stress and toxins properly. 

There's some truth in that, Erik.  ::Kreizler responded quietly:: 

I assure you I have plenty of outlets for my body and mind, Erik ::Moore grinned slyly:: 

Well, not that there's no countryside in New York, but while you're here you should really explore that more.  I think you'll find it personally rewarding, and the culture practically expects it so you should find little prejudice.  ::Erik offered:: 

I wouldn't recommend stalking the French Quarter on your hind legs though.  That could cause some distraction.  ::Jan chuckled::    

::Mina laughed at Jan’s comment::: no.. no not at all. ::she was still smiling as she set her nearly empty glass on the table, her fingers remaining to rest lightly on the fine glass stem::  the Vieux Carre is far better suited for more covert stalking..  but Jan is correct- there are miles and miles… ::pauses:: upon miles of wild land to run.  ::she picks up a slice of warm molasses and oat bread from the bread plate and covers it with the fresh butter::maybe you will come for a run with us during your stay here. 

A run?  ::Moore asked her:: 

Mm-hm!  ::Mina nodded back::  We shift and go out running and hunting.  Sometimes we extend an invitation to our other Lycan family and friends to join us for an evening out exploring and playing outdoors.  Most that can, shift to wolfen form.  Sometimes a few will choose Crinos, or battle form, but usually we just form a pack of wolves and head out.   

We call it a Run. It's a lot of fun and it does seem to work the body differently than just working out like a human.  It definitely helps the mind with stress and anxiety, like Erik mentioned.  I highly recommend it, too! 

Yes!  I've absolutely heard about these Runs.  ::Moore beamed at her, flashing his teeth, eyes crinkling, wagging a finger::   

I've never taken part in a group, or a uh pack <he laughs> like that, but I've certainly communed with other Lycan at parties, or exhibitive events.  I've even attended a couple rallies about Evolved rights.   

Did you?  ::Kreizler interjected, dabbing a bit of balsamic reduction from his mustache:: 

Oh yes!  ::Moore grinned at him::  Uh let's see, Summer of 60 something...oh what was it...? ::Moore frowned, puzzling for the date:: 

Where was it?  ::Jan asked:: 

::Moore:: Rhinebeck, Hudson Valley, New York. 

::Jan::  64. 

That sounds right.  ::Moore nodded at Jan::  1964.  ::he returned his gaze to his companion::  And another in '86.  Same place. 

::Kreizler finished chewing his Filet and swiped his mustache again.  He pondered a moment, gazing silently at Moore, as Moore waited patiently for the Doctor to speak again.  Kreizler's brow furrowed lightly::  I recall you visiting Georgia in '86. 

::Moore's lips parted, then closed again.  He cocked his head at Kreizler::  Uh...Georgia?  ::he asked quietly, tightly:: 

Yes, you flew to Atlanta to research a piece for a story you'd been following some time.  ::Kreizler blinked at Moore temperately::  Wasn't that another equal rights sort of assembly? 

::Moore's neck flushed.  He swallowed dryly.  He cocked a brow.:: No. Uhm...::Moore's head twitched.  His tongue dug at a molar::  It was a court case. 

Court case...?  ::Kreizler sipped his wine.::  Why does that escape me? 

::Moore cleared his throat and lowered his voice slightly:: Laszlo, it was that slippery slope case involving a young man's private life.  ::he felt Jan's gaze on him, and his green eyes flicked across the table.  Jan gave him one, tiny nod to tell Moore he knew which case was in question.  Moore's jaw dropped.  He huffed a brisk sigh:: 

::Kreizler glanced to Jan, then looked up at Moore again, brows pinching, even more confused now.  Moore cocked his head at him, raising his eyebrows.  His ears burned with embarrassment now::  Laszlo..!  I'll explain later. 

::That's when Kreizler's expression seemed to melt from his features.  And his own jaw dropped open::   

Oh.  ::he breathed.  his dark eyes grew glossy, and he also blushed.  He suddenly locked eyes with Mina, sitting across the table from him.  She offered a tiny, kind smile.  Nonetheless, his realization in mixed company mortified him and his gaze plunged to his half-eaten meal before him::  Oh, John... I'm so sorry. 

It's fine ::Moore grimaced a smile at him.  His shoulder twitched, dropped; left hand lifted from the table, fingers opened.  It seemed he was going to reach out to his friend, but then he didn't.  He just withdrew the arm altogether to place his sweaty palm on his thigh.   

He coughed a nervous laugh then, and flashed his otherwise very happy, glittery green eyes to the others at the table.  He grinned brightly and lifted his wine in a quick toast::  Moving on!  ::And chugged a huge swig from his Cab Sauv:: 

::Mina is quiet a moment, chewing a small bite of her filet.  After swallowing and taking a hearty sip of wine, she looked at Kreizler::  and you?  You are obviously long lived but not a lycan..  ::pauses::  Are you sanguinarian?  

I believe that is the most popular appellation. ::Kreizler responded.  He gazed back at her rather blankly, right hand on his thigh, left wrist perched on the table's edge.  Mina could almost see the tension visibly leaving his body as he exhaled a long, silent sigh.  A tenuous flame returned to his eyes and he offered her a hint of a smile::   

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Hey hey! There's this one fic where Erik's girl is enamoured by his cakes and is being hella goofy with 'em. Do you know who wrote it or can you link me to the fic, please?

https://killmongersbootycall.tumblr.com/post/175534443000/double-stacked

https://killmoncoochie.tumblr.com/post/173929012864/thick-ass-slice-of-heaven

By the good sistren @killmongersbootycall and @killmoncoochie

I know there’s at least one headcanon too but here are two fics i know of! If I come across/find the headcanon, I’ll send it to you!

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #double cheeked up!erik #erik stevens x black!reader #boyfriend!erik #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[jostystyles]

from the childhood friends to lovers list: they have always been close and they are very comfortable with casual affections, hugging each other, laying their head in the other’s lap, even holding hands. w/ tyson jost

a/n: and so we have the first blurb! i’m so excited for all these I hope everyone enjoys them! keep them coming! side note look how cute josty is I wanna sob

wc: 671

warnings: swearing, nudeness mentioned

blurb celly

“Yo, Josty! When the hell were you gonna share with the class you had a girlfriend?”

Tyson let out a yelp as EJ smacked him in the ass with a towel. “Fuck, EJ that hurt. And what are you talking about, I don’t have a girlfriend?” He replied confused.

“Dude. That girl you brought to Landy’s last night? And now she’s at the game sitting with the rest of the partners? Dude.” Erik said, coming to stand next to him in the showers. Mind you, they were both bare assed but unfazed.

“Yeah? She’s not my girlfriend dude. She’s my best friend from back in Alberta. Has been since we were kids.” Tyson said matter of factly, as if EJ was fully aware of their almost double decade friendship.

“Oh shit that’s (Y/N)?” Erik said, remembering all the times Tyson would bring her up in conversation. “How come you’ve never brought her around before?”

“It’s just never worked out to get her to come during the season.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, "She was in school, just graduated from her grad program actually, so now that she has the time she's staying with me until she figures out a job."

EJ squinted, not quite believing him. Last night at Landy's he sure didn't. The entire night, Tyson's hand could be found at the small of her back. They even held hands. At one point, he was lying on the couch between her legs, with her hands in his hair.

"Dude. Look, I'm not trying to speculate, but like have you ever thought you might be just a little more than friends?" Erik questioned.

Tyson hesitated, a lump in his throat all of a sudden. They had since moved back to the dressing room and were getting back into their suits.

"I mean, I don't know dude. She's always been in my life so it's hard for me to picture a lot of things without her. She's my best friend." Tyson replied, a little unsure of himself all of a sudden.

"Woah, that hurt." JT chimed in to chirp. "But like, seriously dude. EJ’s got a point. You're telling me there hasn't been one instance you haven't felt something towards her? You guys just are so.. coupely."

Tyson scrunched his face up in confusion. "Coupley?"

"Yeah." JT said. "Like, you're literally always hugging her. And kissing her forehead. Not to say that you can't, but like... I do that stuff with Syd."

Tyson stood still for a second taking in what his friends were saying. Was he too affectionate with her? He didn't think so. She was just as affectionate if anything. Was that supposed to mean something? Their entire lives, they've dealt with chirps from friends and family about growing up and getting married. But they both agreed at a young age it would never happen, and they were just friends. Friends. Why did that word suddenly leave a bad taste on his tongue.

Looking back on things, maybe EJ and JT were right. Often times, Tyson would meet people and go on dates, and usually found himself comparing their mannerisms or qualities to (Y/N)'s. And of course, she was beautiful. She grew into herself from the days of crooked teeth and splotchy cheeks. But she'd always been beautiful to him, the way her (Y/H/C) fell around her face and her skin gleamed in the sunlight and the way her laugh sounded and the way his named fell from her perfect lips and-

Fuck.

Was he in love with her?

As he rounded the corner into the lobby where the friends and family of the team were waiting, he saw (Y/N) standing there, baby Toews on her hip and sporting a jersey with his name on the back, and he thought that was a sight he could get used to forever. And as her (Y/E/C) eyes met his and her smile grew, Tyson realized that he was completely, undoubtedly, fucked.

#emmie writes #tyson jost blurb #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #blurb celly!

[cintasfics]

Kneel

summary: It’s Halloween at the school for gifted youngsters, and Erik is more than happy to indulge you in a certain interest of yours

pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x reader

word count: 787

warnings: implied smut, slight priest kink

a/n: Here it is, my first x reader story! I watched the x-men movies for the first time this year and became slightly obsessed with Michael Fassbender’s Magneto. I can’t remember what made me think of this but I hope you all enjoy it!

~~~

The annual Halloween dance at the mansion was in full swing, the room full of young mutants dressed to the nine’s in costumes they had been working on for weeks in anticipation of the beloved holiday. Even the adults, the teachers at the school, were joining in with the festivities by wearing their own costumes. Y/N stood off to the side with Alex, the both of them nursing a drink and enjoying each other’s company while keeping an eye on the kids.

The warmth of a hand on her lower back caught Y/N’s attention but her surprise was quickly soothed by the familiar presence of her partner appearing at her side. She shot him a quick smile as she leaned into him, returning her gaze back to Alex to listen to the rest of his story, before performing an almost neck-breaking double-take at Erik’s costume.

In comparison, it only took her friend one dry look at the man’s ‘costume’ to elicit a scoff.

‘A priest? Really? I know Halloween is for dressing up and all, but that seems a bit far-fetched for you. If not a bit lazy.’

Y/N turned and took a step back to fully take in the man’s costume. It merely consisted of one of his dark suits paired with a strip of white around the collar – a clerical collar – to her combined amusement and exasperation. It was indeed a lazy costume, and that reason alone would explain why he chose it due to the fact he spent the last few weeks leading up to the holiday arguing against wearing a costume. But, much to the frustration of the other mutants, nothing was ever so simple when it came to Erik Lehnsherr.

Alex wasn’t done critiquing the man’s get-up, knowing that as long as Y/N was within reach, he was safe from the full extent of the metal benders ire.

‘Anyways, aren’t you Jewish?’

‘I’m sorry, isn’t the point of this holiday to dress up as something you’re not?’

‘…Fair enough.’

‘Besides, I have my reasons for wearing this costume,’

Catching the wink Erik threw at Y/N and her resulting scowl, Alex felt like he was missing out on something, an inside joke that (as was usually the way when it came to the couple) he was glad to be on the outside of as his question of ‘do I want to know?’ was answered with a deep chuckle and a ‘probably not.’

~~~

Upstairs in the privacy of their shared bedroom, the anticipation filled silence was broken by the lock of the door clicking into place, the sharp sound being followed by a single word.

‘Kneel.’

Fuck. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, a mixture of arousal, amusement, and irritation at his sheer audacity, exuding from her as she yielded to his command, unable to resist the promise of pleasure in his sultry tone. She never should have told him about that scene in Fleabag, especially after admitting her less than holy inclination towards a certain uniform.

‘You’re a horrible person,’ it was spoken as little more than a whisper from her place on her knees in front of him.

The man – no, devil – dressed ironically as a man of faith merely chuckled at her words with his own mixture of arousal and amusement at the conflict between her words and actions that was often present when he was involved.

‘Well, if I’m going to hell I need to make sure that you’ll be there with me,’ his hand lightly brushed along her temple and came to a rest on her cheek, that she unconsciously leaned into.

‘How cruel, condemning the love of your life to an eternity in hell.’

Never one to miss out on an opportunity to antagonise his love, as shown by the current situation they were in, his next question came without even the slightest pause.

‘Oh? The love of my life are you?’

A smack on his thigh joined her response. This man…

‘After everything we’ve been through together? I should damn well hope so.’

Erik could only smile as he continued to caress her cheek with his thumb, forgetting the main reason he pulled her away from the celebration downstairs as he got lost in his feelings of affection for the woman in front of him.

‘I couldn’t imagine someone else more suited for the role.’

Her tongue darting out to wet her lips made his breath hitch and brought him back into the moment, the very intimate moment with his love on her knees, looking up at him with a shy smile on her face and love in her eyes.

Noticing the shift in his eyes, Y/N knew the time for talk was over.

#erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr imagine #x men x reader #marvel x reader #mine

[mlobsters]

center stage (2000)

listen. i'll watch pretty much anything with ballet. there are a few things in this movie that give me peak secondhand embarrassment. several occurring in cooper's ballet. however!!

it has an AMAZING cast, julie kent and ethan stiefel at the top of their field (principals at abt), the main amanda schull went onto a handful of years in the corps with san francisco ballet, sascha radetsky with a jumps for DAYS (later a soloist with abt). filled with extras from new york city ballet and american ballet theatre, with many that went on to become principals! aaah

zoe saldana and amanda schull's first* roles, no less. and zoe had dance training and really did a great job in the scenes that didn't use a double.

(*well okay zoe was on law & order first)

and they included really amazing sections of julie and ethan performing the pas from macmillan's romeo and juliet and balanchine's stars and stripes?? brilliant.

[Amanda] Schull (Jody): The guys were still in season at ABT at the beginning of the rehearsal period, so I started on my own at first. And thank goodness, because I was nowhere near as quick a learner or strong a dancer as Ethan and Sascha. Once they joined the rehearsals, I remember being shocked at how fast they learned everything. It was nothing to them to pick up these ballets. Also, seeing Ethan’s feet up close for the first time—I was totally gobsmacked.

and i love this quote from julie kent, totally full circle for her 😂

Kent: Filming “She’s a heartbeat away from tattooing your name on her…” —well, you can fill in the blank. That scene was funny, partly just because people didn’t expect to hear those words coming out of my mouth. That’s not really my personality! But you really do secretly talk onstage like that sometimes while you’re dancing, so that was fun to shoot. Also, I kept thinking that at the end of Dancers [the 1987 film Kent starred in with Mikhail Baryshnikov], you see me getting a daisy tattoo on my butt cheek. What is it with these ballet movies that tattoos on the bottom is a theme?

DANCE OFF! the best

[Erin] Baiano (ABA student): It all worked because the people at the top clearly loved ballet, and they were directing a bunch of talented, hard-working artists. If you look at the people playing the students, there are all these dancers who are going to be principals at their companies in, like, five years. Janie Taylor [later a NYCB principal], Rebecca Krohn [later a NYCB principal], Gillian [Murphy, now an ABT principal and Stiefel’s wife], Stella—they’re all there. Jonathan Stafford [now NYCB’s artistic director] and Jared Angle [now a NYCB principal] are the understudies in that Cooper ballet rehearsal scene! To this day, Jared will joke that he has a bone to pick with Cooper-slash-Ethan, because Jared was Erik O. Jones’ understudy, and really when Eric got injured, that should’ve been Jared’s big moment. We all really bonded. We’re still friends.

quotes from this article:

and another great interview looking back here with more of the cast and crew:

[Sascha] Radetsky: The role of Charlie, which I eventually landed, was [originally named] Carlos. He was a Hispanic dude, and at that time there were some really special up-and-coming young Latino male dancers like Joaquin de Luz, Angel Corella. Julio Bocca was in his prime. There were a bunch of them. And I think the role of Carlos went to Angel. I don’t know if he signed anything, but that was the scuttlebutt.

We were mid-Met season, which is two months at the Metropolitan Opera House, where we do eight shows a week and a different program each week. So we were doing this ballet, Snow Maiden, and it has kind of a slippery floor … there was a rash of injuries that week, and among them, Angel. He blew out his ankle. So then I got a call to come back to audition for the role of Carlos. Then I got it, and they changed it to Charlie. So unfortunately, Angel’s misfortune was I guess my advantage.

sascha was fabulous but can you imagine if angel hadn't gotten injured? ugh. one of my faves.

#ballet #center stage #ethan stiefel #sascha radestsky #julie kent #amanda schull #zoe saldana #as much as i cringe at some of it it's oh so endearing and the love of ballet from all involved really comes through #i could make an entire post of just julie kent reaction shots - the actual best #ethan stiefel is such a ham 😂 #i've been taking ballet classes off and on since i was itty bitty and still do now at the ripe old age of 42 ;) #Youtube

[supersizemeplz]

Spend the Night

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Ok, so right off the back I wanna say that towards the end it gets explicit. Since I started writing a lot of fluff, I feel so vulgar when I actually write something steamy. I was contemplating on whether or not to post it here but I thought why not. When I say this has been sitting in my drafts forever, I am not exaggerating. I didn’t know exactly what to do with it so I’m just putting it out to be seen. So I hope you enjoy!

The chattering of characters played on the television screen, once amusing to the couple that rested on the earth toned sofa but now was nothing more than background noise as they conversed. It's sound was low in an attempt to not overwhelm them both, becoming aided with the captions on the screen if they happened to want to know what was going on in the movie. Its light spread out to at least a few feet behind the couch where the light over the recently cleaned kitchen island picked up its slack.

This wasn't your first time over his place but you never paid attention to the details. The house was honestly one of the best decorated homes you'd seen other than those from HGTV. You made sure not add those exact words to the compliment to hide your small addiction to the channel. Especially when you could name the patterns of the tile and back splash of his kitchen, then he'd definitely know that you were a homebody. After a half an hour phone call with Erik hours before on your lunch break, he'd persuaded you to spend the night at his place. Easily done since you were already planning to stop by after a few quick errands. He'd promised you to a homemade dinner, Netflix movies, your favorite wine, and a foot rub.

"Shutupp. I do not.." You chuckled at the joke Erik made, reaching forward to smack his arm as best as you could. Being sure not to waste any of the wine that you still had left in your glass. He smirked as he focused back on massaging your left foot, making sure to massage deep to relieve the tension. You relaxed back against the sofa after taking a sip of your wine with a happy sigh. "You cook like a master chef and have the hands of a God. I might have to keep you around Stevens."

He laughed at that, stopping his foot massage for a moment to cover his mouth as to soften his boom of laughter.  You stifled a chuckle as he pretended to look hurt. "You might? I see how you really feel." Taking your foot gently, he moved it off of him to the floor. You sat your glass on the table beside you and leaned forward to catch his face, laughing as you seen him trying to stay serious.

"Awww, you know I'm just playing." You cooed as you pressed kisses to his cheek. "..my sensitive baby." He allowed the kisses, giving away his small smile from his dimples deepening. Turning his head to catch your lips in a few kisses, he ended the string of kisses with a deeper one. You hummed in the kiss as he placed a hand on your backside. Gripping the soft cushion just enough to get you stimulated before it was over. You sat there for a moment before opening your eyes and watching him get up from the couch.

"You done with this glass, babe?" He asked, grabbing his own glass before looking to you. You nodded, mumbling a soft 'yeah, I am'. He took the glasses and half empty bottle to the kitchen as he continued his conversation with you. You looked to him, admiring the way his shirt allowed you the sight of his back with small movements and the peek of skin once he reached up to place the glasses in the cabinet.

Standing from the softness of the couch, you adjusted your shirt and followed his faintly scented trail into the kitchen. He always smelled amazing. You hummed your acknowledgement as he spoke on some random topic, still in a bit of a daze from the kiss moments ago. Your arms slid around his body as he chuckled. "And you say I be all up under you." You grinned at his response, shrugging.

"And? You know you love me hugging on you, Stevens. Don't think those dimples of yours don't give away your little smiles." Releasing your grip, you headed off to the bedroom. Sending him a teasing look over your shoulder before you disappeared into the hallway. "Don't keep me waiting.."

Once you made it into the bedroom, you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Moments passed before Erik was doing the same, meeting you at the double sink to brush his teeth as well. Now shirtless with his sweats hanging just enough to catch the waistband of his briefs. His chuckling caught your attention and broke your admiration of him in the reflection of the mirror. Finishing up with brushing your teeth and washing your hands, you playfully rolled your eyes and left him to finish his nightly routine.

It felt like he was taking forever to come to bed. Doing that lengthy ass routine he'd done numerous times over the many times you both would facetime as you got ready for bed. You had slipped from the shirt and short set that had only been worn for a few hours, still catching the scent of perfume you dashed on to work like a pheromone. The soft fabrics hit the floor and you adjusted the lace, skin toned underwear that was left. Smoothing your hair down, you looked to the bathroom door as he switched off the light.

Silence. It filled the bedroom and swarmed around the both of you as you stood in front of the bed. The lamp that sat in the corner of the room illuminated your silhouette just enough for him to see the look you gave him. He grinned at your surprise, catching the slight nervousness in your body as he stepped closer. A hum of appreciation left him as he took his time to make it to you. Why in the hell did this man have you feeling like this was your first time? Maybe because it was with him.

Weeks of being wined and dined, fun little outings, nights on the phone, and building sexual tension came to this moment. He'd been a gentleman the whole time. Never pushing the matter on you and waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. And oh how you've wanted him. The thoughts had crossed your mind as well as a few wet dreams that you wouldn't dare let him find out about. Tonight, you decided you were tired of waiting and enduring the sweet torture of his charisma.

He sent a chill over you as he spoke suddenly. "You don't understand what you do to me, do you?" His fingers held your chin, thumb gently massaging the soft skin. "So pretty and delicate.." The darkness of lust clouded his eyes as he gave a slow once over of you. Your eyes admired the soft curve of his full lips instead. He smiled at the fact, chuckling when he seen you take a deep breath.

"Hey.." He caught your attention, speaking softly. "Eyes up here." You finally caught his gaze and he hummed when you did so. Taking a small step closer, he smiled as he leaned to your lips. "I need those eyes to stay on me. You got me?" His lips ghosted yours and you relaxed under his touch.

You gave a small nod as you looked up to meet his eyes. The touch of his fingertips felt like small sparks as they moved across your skin. Hooking beneath your bra strap and easing the band down your shoulder. "I want to hear that sweet voice of yours, baby.." You felt as he trailed them around you to unclasp the hooks at the back with ease. The fabric fell to the floor without a sound and he gave another satisfied hum. "Are you gonna be a good girl and keep those eyes on me?"

"Yes, baby.." You replied, allowing him to admire your lips this time. He gave a small smirk as he mumbled 'That's more like it, baby'. Your nipples were erect from both sexual and actual atmosphere. His thumb brushed over the sensitive bud and you bit your lip to suppress a moan, opting for a slow exhale. He looked to you and you seen a dimple to let you know he was toying with you. Seeing how long you could last with his slow burn.

You caught his lips suddenly, surprising him for only a second. He flowed with your slow kisses, smiling at the hunger in them. A moan slipped past your lips against his this time, fingers dancing at the waistband of his sweats. He chuckles at your lengthy nails attempting to work with the fabric. Taking over when you couldn't focus enough to get it.

"So eager.. Take it slow and tell me what you want me to do." He began to lower the sweats with ease before he slipped the soft cotton fabric from his legs. ".. that sexy ass voice you got and you really think you're not going to use it." A playful scoff followed the sentence before he licked his lips.

You looked to the bulge of his briefs before meeting his eyes again. "I want a taste.." The confession kind of surprised him though his face hadn't shown it. He watched you as you caught his gaze again, groaning when you gently palmed him. "May I?" You teased, using the moment to toy with him in return.

He didn't lose eye contact as you lowered before him. "I'm all yours.." The consent left his lips immediately. You hummed, pressing your lips against the fabric before massaging it. He exhaled as you did so. Your fingers finally caught at the waistband of his boxers to ease them down, and his length eagerly greeted you. That pulled a soft laugh from you.

"It's so pretty.." You mumbled the compliment, not focused on if he'd heard it or not. He groaned as you took your first taste of him. The warmth of your mouth made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes focused on your slow moments with fascination.

You closed your eyes, taking your time to work him up. He filled your mouth as much as he could before you eased him from your lips, hugging his tip. "Unh uh. What I say?" His hips pushed into your lips gently, enjoying the softness they provided. Opening your eyes, you look up to him as he wanted. He groaned softly as a smirk caught the corner of his lips. "There you go. Keep those eyes on me."

Your right hand left his thigh, lifting up to stroke him. "I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me?" You taunted, freeing your mouth for the moment. His lips parted once your tongue circled his fattened head, going back to work while slurping loudly for his enjoyment. The mumbles he spoke were barely audible over your pleasuring, but you made out some of the words and moan in agreement.

Releasing your lips from him with a pop, you look to his glistening dick. He hums as you stroke him again, trying his hardest not to move his hips in rhythm with you. "You're so fucking pretty.." The repeated confession gains your eye contact with him once again. And he reacts with another mumble of praise. He curses as you stare up at him with a smile. Your full lips all shiny and wet from saliva, matching the coat that covered him.

"Tell me again.." You tease with a sultry voice, seeing him chuckle at your cockiness. He tucks his bottom lip between teeth as amusement taints his features. And he repeats it a little louder. "Good boy." Rubbing him against your lips, you laugh as he weakens and leans forward slightly. The small words of praise caught him off guard, but he couldn't help his body reacting. He was losing dominance and didn't mind it.

"C'mere.." He stops you from your fun, gently standing you up. You squeal as he picks you up with ease. Resting you right above his hardened excitement. He grins as you hold onto his arms for support. "I want my pleasure to come from pleasing you.." Your body falls to the bed with a soft bounce. He rids himself of his underwear fully before he puts his attention on yours.

The light of the dim lamp catches his chain, glinting against his chest and bringing attention to his body. Reaching a hand out towards him, you ran your fingertips along his smooth, yet textured skin. Taking in the scars that he'd told you were a reminder of how far he'd came from unlearning his old ways. You moan as he bends down to press kisses to your tummy, showing it the love it deserved. The kisses becoming sloppier as they continued their way lower.

He hummed as he lifted your thighs, opening them enough to kiss their inner parts. His soft lips left tingles that felt they were going straight to your love button. "She's ready for me, huh?" The light stroke of his finger made you shift your hips closer, resulting in his chuckle. Both of your thighs were placed onto his shoulders and he began his delicate foreplay. Pulling a moan from before your hands found his dreads.

He licked his lips as he admired your body. "Let's see if I can get you to spend the night more often."

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Waiting to Get Home, Part III

"I'm not writing no doodoo dumb letter, I don't care," Bethany pouted looking at the Mean Girls Burn Book journal he'd gotten her for this very reason. He liked getting little notes from her and she enjoyed writing them when they were sweet and inspired.

Arms crossed under her boobs, she kicked at her heeled white boots which laid on the floor. She wouldn't be contemplating at all if Erik wasn't being a menace. She hung her faux fur coat in her closet, mumbling. "Ain't nobody scared of him."

"Bethany," Erik called with a huff. She flinched wondering if he'd heard. Her ass couldn't take anymore violence.

"Come put this away," he yelled as she sauntered into the kitchen, face in a frown. "Fix ya face."

"This my face, why you all up in it? Matter fact I don't wanna help. You do it."

"Don't try me Bethany. I'm bringing the bags in from the car. If you wanna do that you're more than welcome. Matter fact you can do all this shit.. Aht! Put those away," he pointed watching her pull a fresh banana nut muffin. "You gone make yourself sick."

"No I'm not! STOP." She yanked the muffin back just as he swiped for it.

"Put it back," he pointed. "You already had donuts and cookies."

"And? I'm on my period. I don't know why you act brand new like you never did this before," she laughed holding the muffin close to her body protectively. Erik shook his head.

"You gonna get sick."

"I'm not!"

Erik only watched, his face weary as she sank her teeth into the muffin. She was only eating it because they were his and there were only four. She lived solely to violate him.

"You lucky you cute.. What's good with that letter?"

"I'm not writing you no damn apology. I'll admit, maybe I- Maybe I went a little...," she sighed. "Fuck that! You need to apologize to me! Where's my letter?"

"Talk shit get hit," he shrugged. "You been on one today."

"Oh like you your asshole finna be over my foot.. like a lil hat."

That tickled him. He leaned in and she faced away dodging his tempting lips to trash the muffin paper.

"Yeah aight." He went to get the next handful of bags and returned to see her doubled over at the trashcan.

"Eriiikk," she cried, genuinely in pain from a stomachache different from cramps. She didn't wanna think about junk food. She was dry crying as she felt his arms wrap around her stomach, massaging her pudge.

"Go lay down," he whispered. She hadn't put away a thing. "And I told you you'd get sick. That's exactly why we have rules. No more sweets for a week."

"No! You can't do that!"

"I can and I will. You have no self control so I gotta have it for you."

Bethany felt too much pain to argue. She laid on her stomach clutching her gut while Erik finished bringing in groceries and putting them away on his own. When he was done, he set up her heating pad under her and laid a bottle of water on her bed, sitting briefly to kiss her cheek. "Rest now."

"Mmmmm," she whined when he got up.

"What.. Hm?.. What you need?"

He rubbed her back firmly and when he moved his hand she whined again.

"Mmmmm."

Rolling his eyes he laid beside her and she immediately cuddled his side. With him there, she felt her pain begin to fade.

"You so spoiled."

"Whose fault is that?" Her face was pressed into his hoodie sleeve inhaling his clean scent. That's when her dad called and Erik answered her phone to speak for her.

"She isn't feeling well," he expressed.  "Too many sweets, but she'll call you back. Yeah, for sure... Bethany," he glared after hanging up.  "You owe me an apology letter for two incidents now, the way you acted in the store and when we got back. That's not acceptable behavior, princess. I better get a genuine letter by the end of the night or there will be consequences."

"My stomachhhh." Her face buried deeper into his sleeve.

"Uh uh." He felt like he was handling a child. "By tonight, Bethany."

"I shouldn't have to do this," she grumbled flipping over with an attitude. The sting from her asscheeks had long faded and her stomachache was leaving. Erik knew then that she felt better. "It's yo fault. You keep pissing me the fuck off."

"Careful.. Don't let the fact you on your dot make you think you safe. Tread light babe."

Her neck swiveled, watching him. She wanted a reaction. She felt herself getting turned on thinking about it. "I'm not writing you no letter and I don't care. Do what you gotta." She'd never admit it, but he'd started something when he spanked her. She was horny even then. Given, she didn't want it that hard.. he was too rough before.

"Bitch ass..," her eyes rolled as she turned back away. She expected to get popped from that comment alone.

"Girl I'll fuck yo ass up, don't do that," he spoke quietly.

"Do it then. You act like I'm scared this ain't Halloween."

"You don't know when to stop."

"You ain't Jason. Bitch ass.. You don't tell me. I'm the princess, I tell you." She turned to meet his eyes with a dismissive head jiggle and steeled herself, mentally preparing for him to unleash on her ass again. This time she was ready.

"Hm," he snorted with an unbothered expression.

"Ain't no hm! ..What? What you gonna do, Ike? Beat me again? Do I need to call an abuse hotline?"

With the tiniest smirk he got up leaving an empty space in Bethany's bed and didn't look back as he left. She wasn't done cuddling, he'd just triggered her attitude by bringing up apologies.

"Eriiiikkk," she called getting no response. He didn't come back.

"Mmmmmmm," she whined again willing him back to the room. She waited for him for minutes until she fell asleep and thirty minutes later, she awoke feeling fully better.

"Where are you," she called out looking for him in his room. "Babyyy."

He was playing a videogame in his underwear with his clunky headphones so she went in his closet to steal the coke white hoodie he'd been wearing. It smelled like him and she buried her face in it, inhaling.

"Are you mad at me," she whispered in her small voice, her hands gentle on his built shoulders as she pressed her lips into his neck. It was a moment before he answered.

"Nope. I expect my letter by tonight. Two pages."

"Baby.. You ain't gonna get that letter.. you're better off thinking of a different punishment."

"Nah." He continued with the game, speaking through the headset before coming back to the convo. "I want my letter. It's discipline, not a punishment. This is a respect issue."

"I do respect you."

She hugged him from behind but he didn't respond. He only responded to the other players over the headset, enthusiastically. 

"Baby, I do," Bethany stressed, "I'm just a little stubborn.. you know that."

"You don't know when to stop."

She had no response. He was focused completely on his game and Bethany got the point. He wouldn't give her the attention she wanted until she apologized.

"Whatever," she grumbled.

It was lowkey funny to Erik. Her mouth was so reckless for her to be so damn clingy. He couldn't be away for 30 minutes.

"Fine, be like that." Irritated, she left the room.. with his hoodie like he wouldn't notice. A few minutes later she was back and acting like she was searching for something before she sat beside him. "I wanna play."

He ignored her intentionally, it being nothing for him to get a few hours of space and peace. He was glad for it when it came. Peace was rare with Bethany as clingy and stubborn as she was but he loved her nonetheless. There was never a dull moment. Was she crazy? Batshit. But no matter how bad she wilded she couldn't out petty him. That was his expertise. He ignored her until she got bored and left again.

He could play this game all day. All week even if she pushed him.

It took until 11:57 PM. He'd cooked dinner and they'd eaten. Other than that, he kept his distance. With no kisses, no hugs, no rubs, no booty pats, no sweet words whispered in her ear with his smooth grit.. the way she liked it.. she was hard pressed for affection. Wordlessly she crept into his room finding him back on the game and she handed him a handwritten note which he accepted after glancing at the time on his phone.

When she left the room he read it. It wasn't two pages like he'd said.. it wasn't even one page.

Dear Daddy,

Princess hates to be ignored. It makes her feel very lonely and that's not fair.

Sometimes Princess gets stubborn and she can't help it, but that's why she needs Daddy to love her anyway.

Sorry.

Love Princess.

Erik smiled at the note. She ain't learn a damn thing but that was her charm. He decided to go find her. She was on her bed on her stomach watching tiktoks.

"I see you chose punishment," he smiled sitting on her bed.

"No, I apologized," she said mockingly. He leaned over her putting his face in the back of her shoulder and she looked back, eyes softer.

"Punishment starts now. No kisses, no hugs, no massages until you can treat daddy the way you know that daddy requires and the evidence will be a two-page apology letter. That's not hard. This on top of no more sweets for a week."

Bethany gaped before fixing her face.

"Whatever," her head shook with attitude. He knew better by the pout in her lips and the lack of anger in her sad little eyes, she was close to actually breaking. That was his cue to leave. "Wait," she whined to his back.

"Nope. Goodnight."

She kissed her teeth. He gave it three days tops for how long she'd last and that was if he was generous and didn't tempt her. He didn't plan to be generous though, afterall.. that wouldn't be much fun.

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #waiting to get home

[truglori]

Daddy’s baby

Request: Erik tryna be romantic months after the reader gives birth

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut

Another day passed by leaving Y/N stressed. It was her second week back at work after being on a three month maternity leave. To her it didn’t feel like it was enough time off. Her body still going through its early postpartum phase. She could feel the faint cramping in her stomach every few hours. Her breast became engorged and leaking with her milk. Then there was her anxiety that spiked up after having her beautiful baby girl, Charisma Stevens. Y/N’s head would always snap up thinking that her little girl was somewhere close by whenever she heard the slightest noise of what she thought sounded like a cry.

Laughing to herself Y/N shook her head as she placed her laptop and binders in her work tote bag. She did it again. It was the end of the day and she was beyond ready to pick up her baby from daycare and head home to take a hot shower. Her body was yearning for some sense of alleviation. Walking through the halls of her office Y/N waved goodbye to all of her colleagues before making her way to her Jeep Grand Cherokee. Placing her things in the passenger seat she put on her seatbelt and headed to the daycare.

The place was a little under fifteen minutes from where she both worked and live. It was right in the middle. Y/N didn’t want to bring her baby somewhere, where she thought would be to far to get to her in case anything happened. That was another affect of being a new mom. She would always over think about the littlest things, but she figured better safe than sorry.

Strolling inside Y/N watched all the toddlers running around freely. There was building blocks and toys scattered everywhere. Her eyebrows lifted as she looked at the mess that she knew her home was going to experience as well within the next two years.

“Hi, Mrs. Stevens! I have little miss Charisma ready right here. Everything is in her bag and she should be all set to go. She’s such an angel.” Ashley, the young caretaker, spoke with a wide smile as she handed over a bundle up Charisma in her car seat.

“Thank you so much. I know she barely makes a sound when she’s around other people but when she’s at home it’s nothing but baby talk.” Y/N grinned as she retrieved the baby bag.

“Well she was great today. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

Y/N waved and walked back to her vehicle. Giving her baby two smooches she strapped her in properly.

“You ready to go home and see dada?” She put on her best baby talk and bent down to rub her nose with hers. Charisma smile blowing little spit bubbles.

Giggle Y/N fell in love all over again. She had Erik’s smile and dimples. She also had his characteristics already as well. Y/N noticed that at only three months Charisma only made noises around her and Erik but everyone else she was quiet. Just like Erik. He had to take some time to warm up to people before he became talkative.

Arriving at their one level home Y/N pulled in the driveway. She seen Erik’s Lincoln truck parked. He was home from work earlier than usual. Erik was a probationary firefighter, meaning he was still in the entry level phase. He’s only been in training for a month but Y/N noticed that he really loved it. After every shift Erik would come home removing his clothes and tell her about his whole day. So whenever he did that it would make Y/N’s mood ten times better.

Before she could reach the back door to unbuckle Charisma, Y/N was met with Erik walking out the door. No longer dressed in his Class A uniform but instead in a Nike sweat suit he jogged to her car greeting her with a bear hug.

“Princess. I missed you baby!” Erik’s tight hold lifting Y/N off her feet. He lips found hers kissing them three times before attacking her neck with pecks.

Laughing she wrapped her arms his neck. “Baby I missed you too but let me take out Charisma.” Y/N giggled between each word.

Putting her down immediately Erik lightly moved her to the side going to the car door and opening it. When he seen Charisma his eyes lit up the same way they did when he first watched his daughter come into this world. It was something he always did every time he was away from her for a long period of time.

“Hey daddy’s princess. Daddy missed you more, but don’t tell mommy.” Erik cooed to Charisma as he unbuckled her and took her out after making sure her head was secured.

After grabbing her tote and purse Y/N scoffed with amusement. “Really Erik.”

Rocking her side to side Erik glanced up to Y/N. Giving his famous smile that got her hooked when the two first met. His golds showing.He bit on his bottom lip revealing his dimple and walked up to her. He leaned down giving her and open kiss and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Pulling away he tugged her lower lip with his teeth and then kissed the supple flesh.

“You know you Daddy’s baby.” Erik’s deep voice spoke in her ear.

Y/n eyes traveled up and down his body as she followed him in their home. They walked into the livingroom. Y/N placed her bags down on couch near her. Taking off her shoes she lifted her legs up under her placing one on top of the other. The sound of Erik babbling with the baby caused her eyes to turn in their direction. Y/N smiled watching her husband and infant interact with each other.

“Here let me go wash her up. She’s been out all day babe?” Y/N sat up to take Charisma to the bath but was cut off with a knock on the door.

Her brows furrowed. “Erik you expecting any company?”

“Yeah actually I am.” Handing over the baby to Y/N, Erik walked to the door. He opened it giving the person on the other side a hug.

“Hey, mama! It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming to get Charisma for the night.” Erik smiled letting in Y/N’s mother.

Y/N face displayed both confused and joy. She was happy because her mom was here but she was confused when she heard Erik say that she was here to pick their daughter up.

“What’s going on? Hey mama.” Y/N greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m coming to pick up my grandbaby so that you and your husband can get some alone time together.” Y/N’s mom grinned as she played with Charisma’s small fingers.

Looking at Erik he stood to the side watching. Y/N could tell by his eyes that he was hoping she would go with it without putting up a fight. So she did. She handed over her baby to her mother gently caressing her hair.

“Okay well let me get her things together-“

“Already got that!” He pulled his baby bag from behind the couch.

“What about milk does she have-“ Y/N walked to the kitchen to double check but Erik blocked her grabbing her by the waist.

“Baby I took care of everything and it’s just for a night. She’s going to be fine.” He used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks.

Sighing Y/N gave in. Of course she knew that Charisma was going to be fine with her mother but this was going to be her first night without her since she was born. She was going to miss her but she knew that her and Erik very much needed this time alone together.

“Alright I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in the morning before you guys head to work.” Y/N’s mom place the baby in the car seat, making sure that she was in safely, and left.

Now by themselves Erik wrapped his arms around Y/N waist. He noticed his wife’s tension and nerves was getting the best of her as she watched their newborn get carried out of the house. But he was hoping that he could help ease that with the plans he had for them tonight.

They haven’t had a romantic night to themselves since Y/N entered her third trimester in her pregnancy. With all of the mood changes and aches and pains she dealt with it was tough for them to get away and spend a peaceful night with each other. So this was the first time in months that they would finally get to spend a one on one alone.

“C’mon princess, Daddy has something I want you to see.” Guiding her by his grip he had on her hips he walked her to their bedroom. When they came to Y/N gave a surprised gasp bringing her hands over her mouth before laughing.

“Baby what is this?”

“What you mean what is this? Look at this masterpiece I created.” Walking in front of her he held his hands out proud of what he done.

It was a homemade theater with a fort built over it that had mini lights going around glowing up the dark room. There was blankets and pillows laying out that had snacks and a bottle of Champagne sprawled out on top of them. The tv already showing Y/N’s favorite movie, The Notebook. But there was a food warmer with forks on the side of it that caught her attention.

“Now what is that?” She walked over to the area getting on her knees. Taking the top off of the pot her eyes rolled in the back of her head when she smelled her favorite dish that Erik would make for her. Shrimp and Chicken Alfredo.

Erik took a seat next to her observing her excitement. “Remember this was the ONLY thing that you would eat when you were pregnant? Had my pockets hurting buying you some shrimp every damn day.” Grabbing the forks he handed her one as they began to dig in.

Y/N’s eyes closed when the shrimp touched her taste buds. She would still get a craving of this meal every now and then but it was nothing compared to how she used to eat it almost daily when she was carrying Charisma.

Erik pressed play on the movie as they cuddled up underneath the blankets. Taking turns between drinking out of the bottle of warm Champagne and dipping into the food warmer Erik and Y/N ate in silence watching the film. Into the middle of the movie Erik paused it and stood up.

“Where are you going? The movies not over.” Glancing up Y/N place the bottle down making sure it won’t tip over.

“With this long ass movie we gonna be here all night . Take my hand.” Reaching out he waited for her to grab it. When she did he lifted her up and lead them to the bathroom.

“Babyy!” Y/N lip went to a pout. Her eyes began to water as she saw the bubble bath with rose petals on top and candles surrounding the medium size tub.

Erik walked in front of her not saying a word. He began to unbutton her work shirt. Slipping it off he followed with her pants next with the help of her stepping out of them. Y/N covered her stomach. A habit she did every since the baby. She felt insecure about her belly not snapping back like how she wanted it too and how the loose skin would hang. Removing her hands Erik looked at her. His eyes became saddening when he would see her hide her body from him.

“Not tonight princess.” Bringing her hands up to his mouth he kissed them. “Don’t hide from me what I caused to happen.”

Bending down on his knees he kissed her tummy. Erik felt Y/N’s body shiver from the contact. Taking the pads of his thumbs he pulled down her panties. Y/N’s breast fell up and down feeling her arousal heightened from the inside. Erik lifted back up to remove her bra with ease.

“You ready?” He leaned forward kissing her forehead.

Answering with a head nod Y/N raised a leg over one by one and dipped in. Looking up at Erik she smiled.

“Erik when did you run this bath?” She asked running her fingers through the lukewarm water.

“Like thirty minutes before you came home. Why?” He questioned curiously as he took off his sweat jacket leaving him in a crisp white t shirt with his gold chain draped over it. Moving some of the candles he sat on the rim watching her.

“It’s warm now that’s why. You should’ve had me get in here first and then we could’ve had movie night.” She joked using the wash cloth on her legs.

“Well that’s nothing we can’t fix.” Since the water level was low enough he turned the knob to the hot water and let it run. “Better?”

Biting her lip Y/N gave a shy nod. “Thank you daddy.”

Grabbing the towel from her hands Erik poured her favorite body wash into the rag. Dipping his hand into the water he let it gain a lather before using it to clean her with it. Y/N could feel the gentleness of his hand as she relaxed. She felt him travel all over her body before reaching her pussy. Erik’s bare hand began to caressing her outer lips.

Spreading open her thighs so he could have a better access Y/N cuffed the back of her knees bringing them up to her chest.

“You givin up the pussy like that?” His chain swinging above her playing with her clit. Going over the hard nub in circles Erik bent his head down to kiss her when moans began to leave her mouth. Y/N grasped onto his shirt as she used her hips to meet his movements. Bringing her free hand up to her left titty she started to tweak and pull her nipple. Even through the water she could feel her wetness escaping.

“Daddy get me out of this water and fuck me.” It was more of command than a question and Erik was more than happy to abide. He waited until Y/N was standing up fully before grabbing her by her thighs and carrying her back to the bedroom. He didn’t give a damn about getting his clothes wet because his main focus was to please her and that pussy.

Plopping her on the bed Y/N crawled to the middle, taking a pillow and putting it over her body as she watched him take off his shirt. He sent her a look that let her know that, that wasn’t going to stop him. Y/N seen the colors of his eyes grow darker. Which told her one thing. Erik wanted to fuck, fuck. Bringing her hand over her pussy she bit her lip prepared to take the beating she wanted badly.

Erik stepped out of his pants which left him in nothing but his briefs. The print of his thick and heavy semi-hard dick poked out making an appearance. Walking towards Y/N he waisted no time grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Hearing a squeal leave her lips he glanced up before bringing his face up to hers. His lips millimeters away.

“Ima tell you this once and once only... you keep me from getting in this pussy like how I want Ima fuck you up. Got it.” He gave her a fair warning but he was serious.

“Yes daddy.” Y/N reached her head up biting his lower lip.

Erik’s low eyes studying the way she sucked on making sure he was going to her mouth to use later. Taking each hand he spread her legs open by the back of her thighs bringing them as far as they could go. Going to her neck he sucked on the flesh taking his time. Running his tongue over one of her spots before flicking it slowly. Creating hickies and then kissing them.

Y/N gripped his dreads pushing him lower. She was beyond ready to feel his warm tongue suck her nipples and pussy. “Please daddy.” Her whimpers touching his ears.

Following the wants of where his wife desired him to be next Erik went to her left breast tonguing her nipple. Flicking the hard pebble over and over before sucking it. If it was for him to say, the left titty was his favorite which is why he always stayed there the longest. Switching over he gave the right the same treatment.

Y/N began to grow impatient, needy, and bratty all in one. She wanted to control the situation but was always out dominated by Erik. When she tried to push his head down further Erik grabbed her wrists bringing them to the side of her head and purposely stayed at her breast longer than he planned.

“You know you not in charge so cut that shit out.” His deep raspy voice retorted while kissing down her stomach paying close attention to the area knowing about her insecurities towards it.

Finally coming face to face with his weakness he held her legs open. Her phat pussy lips soaked and covered with her natural lubricant. Her pink showing with the spread of her lower lips. Erik was ready to eat her pussy till she was crying. It was that pretty to him. Making a trail of kisses on her inner thighs he kissed each lip with appreciation from all the times it made him nut.

“Still my shit, ain’t it?” His breath hitting her skin making her jump.

“Eat it then daddy-“

The feeling of his warm spit cut her off. Looking down at the sight Y/N’s mouth hung open watching the long string of liquid leave her husband’s mouth.

“Hold this shit open for me.” He demanded her.

Her hand went down as fast as the order came spreading her lips apart. She could feel the saliva against her fingers. But it didn’t matter the moment she felt Erik give numerous flicks to her nub. Her reflexes causing her legs to try to close but couldn’t with the firm grip he had on her thighs. He teased her going back and forth between doing that and sucking on her lips. Her hips thrusting and ready to feel the human vac machine suck her clit.

“Daddy suck that clit please.” Y/N begged. She could get nasty when the time came and she didn’t care about what she had to say or do just for her to cum.

Using his tongue Erik ran it along her slit. Going to her opening he dipped inside the warm tight treasure coating his tongue before going to her clit and sucking it. The taste of her juices dripping out made his dick put a tent in his briefs. The moment it reached his taste buds Erik became a predator tearing apart his prey. Her pussy. Repeatedly sucking her bud Erik had Y/N tugging on his dreads pushing him into her pussy.

“Ugh baby I’m gonna fuckin-“ The yelling coming from her throat made it raw and cut her sentence short. The tight cramping in her lower belly causing a tear to fall from the corner of her eyes. She exploded right on his tongue and he kept going.

Constant sucking to her clit had her whimpering. Her pussy was becoming sensitive and she couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing at his head hoping he’d get the message but he didn’t when he smacked her hand away. The continuous assult on her pussy caused another orgasm to erupt shortly after the first one. Erik lifted up. His beard covered in her essence as he bended down kissing her. His tongue swiping over hers letting her taste herself.

Sending a rough smack to her thigh he pulled away. “Come suck this dick.” Standing up straight and pulling down his underwear his nine inch dick sprung out.

Y/N’s body felt drained but going against the feeling she got on her knees staying on the bed. Leaning forward she kissed the head with no hands looking up at him.

“Thank you for making me cum daddy.” Holding him up by the shaft Y/N stuck her tongue out wetting up the sides.

“That ain’t the last time you cumin for the night.” Taking his long arm he slapped her ass cheek making her arch.

Opening her mouth Y/N smacked the tip of his dick on her tongue before flicking the sensitive area underneath it. Erik groaned and brought his hand up to her hair. He gripped the kinky locks giving it the shape of a ponytail. Y/N giggled as she took him into her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down creating extra saliva to get him sloppy. She felt him grow in her mouth and that made her pussy throb and become wetter. The swivel of her tongue rubbing against his under tip whenever she came to it had Erik sucking in air and backing away.

“Daddy don’t run.” Y/N coming off his dick to tease him.

“You tryna make me nut with that fucking slick ass tongue of yours. Damn ma keep going.” He slapped her ass for encouragement.

Y/N obeyed stroking him with one hand and focused on his head. She was trying to get him there but Erik didn’t want to bust from head. He wanted to get up in her guts. She began humming to block her gag reflexes to deep throat him. The vibrations from her mouth and watching the strings of spit falling on her titties sent Erik over the edge. Taking her ponytail he pulled her off him.

“Turn yo ass around now.” His voiced barked as he felt defeated. He had to gain his control back.

Y/N knew she was in trouble by the sound of his voice.

When she wasn’t moving fast enough Erik grabbed her by the hips placing her into position. Smacking her ass he punished her for trying to make him cum too quick. Gripping the base of his dick he rubbed it up and down her second lips coating himself with her slick lubricant before sinking inside her with one thrust. The sudden movement had him regretting it when he felt like he was going to bust off entry.

Y/N’s mouth ajar and eyes rolling up feeling the long and girthy dick enter her depths in one motion. Usually she would work her way down on him but tonight Erik was going crazy. Her wall clenched down on him from the invasion. One hand gripping the comforter and the other reaching behind for his.

“Ohh fuck...daddy you’re so deep already.” Y/N moaned blowing out air as she took deep breaths.

“Sss I know baby, pussy good as fuck.” Erik groaned while slowly starting up his strokes. He had to pace himself because he felt close but he wanted her to cum again.

Using her hips for leverage he thrusted into her feeling her tight wet walls gripping him. Slapping her ass he picked up his pace when he felt his nut wavering off. Y/N mouth spewing out curses coming out of her arch. Placing his hand at the top of her back he held her in place as his hips stroked up in her. But when she came up again he got annoyed.

“Man keep that fuckin arch and let me get in this pussy.” He stated irritated.

Not stopping his movements he put his hands in the middle of her back and put his weight on her. He figured that would help her since she acted like she didn’t know how to. Erik grinded his hips rotating them getting deeper in her pussy. He was trying to hit that button that he touched plenty of times before.

Biting her lip from the pressure she felt pushing at her stomach Y/N cried as she felt him hitting her spot. Not only was he stretching her pussy open but he was digging deep. Closing her eyes she started to see white dots in the darkness of them. Her brain becoming almost unresponsive as he stroked her into oblivion.

“Daddy okayyy!” Taking her hand Y/N brought it behind her. She wanted him to let up on her because he was beating her pussy up.

Sweat droplets now appearing on Erik’s forehead as he lifted up. “What’s up, you gon throw it back?”

Looking behind her she whimpered a ‘yes’. Erik smirked putting his hands behind his back but continued his strokes. He waited until she caught his rhythm before faltering his movements. Y/N used the weight of her ass as she threw it back on him. She held on to the sheets hearing the sound of their skin clapping together. When she felt his tip reach deeper than she wanted it to she scooted up only taking half of his dick.The sting of a hard slap on her right cheek made her tightened her hold on both the covers and his dick.

“Get back on that dick. I’m not gon tell you again.” His voice barked.

“Okayy.” The whimpers leaving her lips involuntarily.

Going down on him further Y/N reached behind her gripping her ass cheeks to help him get in there the way he liked. Her stomach going into a cramp as she noticed she was going to orgasm again for the third time tonight. Her walls slicking up and gripping his dick as she continued to fuck herself.

“I feel you gripping this dick.. go head and nut and after you do you better not stop till I get mine.” He thrusted his hips up making sure she understood him.

Due to that Y/N’s body trembled beneath him as she came on his dick. Her cream coating all over him. But she didn’t stop. Even through her overstimulation she kept going because she wanted to make this nigga nut. She began to throw her hips back against his harder. Looking behind her she was met with Erik’s dark eyes watching her. He brought his hand up gripping her hair. Not moving his hips but just having something to hold.

“Make this dick nut.” He stuck his tongue out at her teasingly before smirking.

The combination of his golds showing and the way his chain hung around his neck as he bosses her around had Y/N going crazy. Reaching under her she gripped his balls massaging them to help him get there. Putting her kegal exercises to work she squeezed her walls when she reached the tip and released reaching the bottom.

Erik’s tried backing out but Y/N followed him everywhere he went. “I want my nut daddy.” She mocked him flicking her tongue at him and bit her lip.

Erik’s lips went in a tight line as he felt her throwing her pussy on him. His eyes clenched shut when he felt the tip of his dick throbbing. He was there and she knew it. The sound of him sucking in air and his stomach becoming sunken in always gave him away. Erik met her thrust four times before filling her up with his seed. He waited until he was milked out before he slowly pulled out of her.

Y/N twerked as she laughed. Laying flat on her belly she looked behind her at her husband who had his hands on his head catching his breath.

“You tapping already?” Biting her lip she smiled holding her chin up with her hand.

Erik bent down kissing both ass cheeks.

“I ain’t tapping outta shit...we just getting started.”

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[pixie88]

Alana: .

Chapter  4 - The Neighbour.

A/N | It's been a while! Hope the wait was worth it.

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Summary | Alana has a date with a match...

Check out previous chapters - here!

Word count | 1.8k

Warnings | 18 + Only!

Pairings | Dean x Alana (eventually).

Enjoy!

Friday evening...

Her front door opens "hey, are you in the mood for pizza?" She looks over her shoulder at Dean at her door, holding a couple of pizza boxes "Hi, what are you doing here?" she calls over to him as he makes his way over to her. "That's no way to speak to someone who brings you pizza!" he places the down on the coffee table, "I just thought you had a blind date tonight?"

"I did, but when I got there I realized it was a girl I slept with before I was with Gwen!" Alana howls "that's funny! Surely she wouldn't have remembered you?" he frowns at her "believe me, I'm worth remembering!" She sneers, "ok, whatever! What we got here?" she opens the pizza boxes, he got her favourite even if he was against pineapple on pizza.

"Not seen you much this week! What's new?" he asks as she grabbed a slice, she looks over to him, considering whether to tell him about Isaac "c'mon! I can tell when there's something on your mind!" she scrunchies up her face "I saw Isaac this week!" she saw his jaw clench "what? Alana, please? No!" she sighs before filling him in on everything that happened.

~*~*~*~

"What a dick!" he hissed.

Her phone chimes, looking down at the screen, she saw Eriks name flash up on her screen, she heard Dean's phone ping too. "Lover boy has sent you a message!" he teases her, she smiles at his message.

Erik: Hi beautiful! How was your week? Any plans this weekend?

Alana: Hey! Good week, thanks! You? Yeah, it's my friend's birthday, so we are going on a spa date. What about you?

Erik: Ah, good! Yeah, busy, but good. Oh brilliant, that sounds relaxing. Nothing actually, I just wanted to know if you wanted to meet up! But maybe another time?

Alana: .

Looking down at the message she didn't send, but she remembered what they agreed. If he sent a dot that meant he was looking for a hook up, and she needed to end the conversation. "Dean? Why?" She reread his messages not noticing one thing that seemed like he was looking for a hook up.

"He said meet up...not date!"

"How does that mean he's looking for a hook up?" She groans annoyed "I use it when I'm looking to hook up! It's a...let's say an out after, so you can say it was never a date...it was a friendly meetup!" She rolled her eyes at him, "and when was the last time you asked a girl on a date and not a meet up?"

He thinks back trying to figure out when and realizes it has been a while, "if you have to think! It's been too long!" she teases him taking a bite  of a slice of pizza. "So back to more swiping?" he takes her phone out of her hand, "No, more of that! I got something you are gonna love!" he tells her.

21 Minutes later...

Dean is gyrating his hips with his arms are waving about, Alana is doubled over on the sofa as he is playing Just Dance "you can't laugh, you choose the song!" he continues dancing to Micheal Gray - The Weekend, "I'll stop laughing, but you have to sing along!" he looks over his shoulder at her "Ah! Hell no!" he hissed at her.

She groaned, but watched him hit every dance move with five stars setting a new high score "whooo! Yeah, c'mon!" he cheered. "Your turn!" he hands her the controllers, she scrolls through the songs selecting Doja - Say so. She heard Dean groan "we seriously need to take a look at your taste in music!" he sips his beer, watching her sway her hips in her tight pajama shorts that clung to the curves of her bum to the song with her cheeks peeking out of the bottom. He was definitely a little tipsy, he tilted his head watch her butt bounce, he felt a twinge in his boxers.

Realizing who he was admiring, he put his beer down and picked up a cushion to cover his arousal. He assumed it was the beer and the fact he was supposed to be on a hook up date right now, not that it hadn't crossed his mind in the early days, she is a beautiful woman and he had seen that she was even hotter without clothes, but he had two rules when it came to women never sleep with your neighbour or someone you work with.

His phone pings, looking down the notification reads:

It's a match!

Brad sent you a message.

He looks back up at her, she's still dancing away. He opens the app and clicks open the message.

Brad: Hi! Looks like we matched! Thank god. How are you?

"Alana, you got another match!" he calls over to her bringing her to a halt "what's he look like? Is he fit?" Dean looks down at the profile picture, he isn't bad looking. He even looks safe, just what she needs. "He's nice looking!" the song came to an end, she even beats his highest score. Not that it surprised him, she could move, but she was always the first on the dance floor.

"I beat ya!" she cheered, before she bounced onto the sofa next to him. Taking the phone from his hand "nice looking?! He's gorgeous!" she sends a quick reply back.

Alana: Hey! State the obvious! haha! I'm great thank you, what about you?

She hands Dean back his phone, "big headed much? You aren't going to wait for his reply?" Dean pinches his brows together at her, "if he can't handle my sass, he's not worth my time and play it cool, right?" she smiles before handing him a controller "Fancy a duo?" He takes it from her "I'm picking the song!" He warns her before getting up.

A couple of weeks later...

Alana had exchanged a lot of messages with Brad and in his last message he asked if he could take her on a date. She was about to message Dean to tell him, but he beats her to it.

D: See he used the word DATE not meet up.

A: Cocky much?! Haha bellend! x

D: Haha! Jack's tonight?

A: you're buying? :P x

D: Fine, see you there after work.

She gets back to work, Louie wants this story edited by five O'clock, she kept checking her phone for messages from him. He made her feel giddy again, something she hadn't felt since Isaac and Rick, their conversions were easy and light. He made her laugh, her Nan always said if a guy can make you laugh he's worth keeping. She had agreed to go on a date with him this weekend, which Lola said she would help her get ready for.

Later...

At Jack's "Alright loser?" she calls over as she reaches the table, he's sitting at "this mine?" she picks up the wine glass and takes a seat next to him. "Meh!" he groans she knew that groan even when he tried to hide it, she could see it on his face, she knew him too well. She nudges him "hey miserable! What's up? And don't bullshit me!"

He sighed as he swirled his whiskey around his tumbler, "Danie, she getting married, and she's invited me...well, my whole family to the wedding!" His tone is exasperated as knocked back the remainder of his drink. "Oh, Dean!" She places her hand on his shoulder "you know you don't have to go right?"

Dean and Danie were childhood friends, her family lived along the same street. It wasn't until they were in their late twenties they took their friendship to the next level. He fell head over heels in love with her, he even brought a ring, but six months later he came home with her engagement ring and a note telling him she just wasn't ready to settle down.

"I know, but I kinda want to go. So she can see I'm over her, you know?!" he clears his throat and looks up at her, "So, go then! Show her what she's missing!" she nudges him teasing him. "By myself?" he quirks an eyebrow, "take a date? You can get a date for a wedding!" she winks at him before taking his tumbler "another?" he nods.

Alana waves Naomi for another, she signals that she will bring it over. "I can always go with you! If you want?" she offers, he looks up at her "what and have you pretend to be my girlfriend?" he chuckles at her idea. He thinks about it for a minute, he would have more fun with her, and he wouldn't need to find a date. Naomi places a glass on the table in front of Dean, "you know what, I might take you up on that!"

"Great! When is it?" he huffs out a sigh, "less than 2 weeks, and it's in Dallas, Texas! You know don't have to..." she cuts him off "hey, a free weekend away, a reason to get dressed up, food and alcohol! I think that's going to be a fun weekend!" She teases him, "but we might have to convince your family, can't have them blowing our cover." She knew how it felt to have her heart broken.

"I'll hint that we're dating to them this week and Alana, thanks!" He smiles softly at her, truth be told he wasn't ready to face Danie at all, but now he's actually looking forward to going.

The following weekend...

Lola had picked out a navy blue tight dress with yellow heels "fit as hell!" Lola wolf whistles at her. Alana feels nervous as hell, this was her first date from the app, what if he's a catfish? What if he decides he doesn't like her? All these thoughts were running through her head.

"Do you think he'll show up?" Alana breaths out, turning towards Lola, she rolls her eyes at her "of course he will! Honey, you are a babe! I need to go, but I want all the details later!" she gets up and makes her way out, Alana follows after her.

In the hallway, she bumps into Dean "Whoa! Holly hell, Alana!" Dean hisses "I have my date with Brad, I feel sick!" she nervously smiles at him "Dean, what if he's a catfish?" he could see the worry on her face, he pulls out his phone to send a text. "Where are you meeting him?" he looks at her "J. Wilson's!?" he types something on his phone before pressing it to his ear.

"Hi, could I book a table for two for about twenty minutes time? Uh huh! Great, thanks see you soon!" he puts the phone down, "right, let's go!" she pinches her brows at him, "huh?" he chuckles "I booked a table there too. So, if he's catfish, I'm there for you!" She lets out a breath, relieved "Thanks, Dean!" She kisses his cheek, he smirks "no problem, sweetheart! Now we better go, or we'll be late!" He takes her hand and leads her downstairs.

Her nerves subsiding knowing he will be just a few tables away....

Chapter 5

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PART TWO TO NOAH OMG I neeeeeeeeed to know how this evolves please omg please I need more!!!

I’m gonna make it a series yesss. This part was inspired by the Office.

Part 3

Noah, Part 2 - Peter Maximoff x Reader

“Is he mine?”

“What?” you uttered, attempting to appear absentminded, and flipping through an instructional guide Charles had given you.

“Noah. Is he... is he my kid? 'Cause if he is, Y/N... he deserves to know. Y’know? I could teach him so much.”

You swallowed.

“And you wouldn't teach him otherwise?”

“I didn’t say that,” countered Peter. “But he deserves to know. We both do. And, c’mon, think about it...”

He reached for your hand. You flinched.

“We could, y’know... try it again. The two of us. Get married, even... if you wanted to.”

You slammed the guide shut.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” you said, brusquely. “He’s not your son.”

“Really? Platinum hair and super-speed?”

“I know, Peter. But it doesn’t matter now. So just... just take your marriage proposal and go. Please?”

He left. ...

Things hadn’t much improved since then.

You still saw Peter, now and then, because he’d practically become your son’s primary guardian. Not a day went by without a new complaint from Charles about something they’d defaced, usually together.

And as for you? Well, you’d settled back into life at the Academy. Erik had invited you to fill a teaching position, and you loved your new job. Turned out, there was a lot more to being an X-Man than just being shot at. That was different, these days. Better. These kids had opportunities you never did.

Opportunities your son would have.

You sighed, wiping the chalkboard off with a small eraser.

“Hey, teach.” Peter.

“Hey, Maximoff,” you said, subconsciously adjusting the dress you wore. “Surprised to see you without your, um, double.”

“Eh, Noah had to go to class. Can’t blame him... he’s a good kid. A lot like you used to be.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Used to be?” you said, feeling an odd mix of angry and playful. “The hell do you mean, Maximoff?”

“Well, I just mean... when I first met you, you were the student-iest student I’d ever met. Then, a little bit later...”

You shrugged, leaning against the chalkboard.

“We can’t all spend our troubled youths playing Pac-Man - and hey... it did pay off. I did well for myself, in the real world.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. Before I figured out that Noah was... y’know, special... I made a pretty good life for us. I was an art curator, you know. Yeah. It was...”

You inhaled.

“Wonderful. Scary, too. I was terrified. But it didn’t matter. Even if I hadn’t done well for myself, out there... I had to know.

I had to know that there was something more to me than... just some powers I was born with. Something I could never control.”

“Because you gave up,” Peter countered. “You grew up too fast. If you’d stayed at the Academy, learned a little more... you could’ve been like us.”

“Like you? Idiots in yellow spandex? No, thanks.”

“You’re just jealous, you know that?”

“Yeah, maybe I do!” you shouted, and both of you were far past joking now. “Maybe I am jealous! Maybe I’m jealous that I’m... that I’m a mom, and I gave all that up because I wanted Noah. And I chose that, Peter. It’s not like it’s something bad that happened. Noah saved me. But... you think I don’t wish I could’ve been an X-Man? You think I don’t wish I could’ve been special, like you?”

You were shaking, now, and he tried to comfort you.

“Hey... hey, it’s okay,” Peter said. “Tell you what... Noah’s out of class in ten minutes. How about you and me take him out for lunch, huh? We can hang out on the lawn, under the trees. Like we... like we used to.”

You nodded, drying your tear-stained cheeks.

“And - - hey,” said Peter, hanging on the doorframe. “If you’d stayed... I just wanted you to know, I think about that a lot, too.”

...

And the day was... beautiful.

Erik and Charles were surprisingly good teachers - a trait you hadn’t really observed in your years at the Academy. But you had to admit, Noah was improving.

“This time,” said Noah, stretching, “I’m gonna make it five times around the forest... under twenty seconds!”

“You got it, buddy!” Peter exclaimed, giving him an enthusiastic high-five.

Noah sprinted away.

“He’s a good kid, y’know?” said Peter, fondly, reclining on the grass beside you.

“Yeah... he is. I don’t know where he gets it from, honestly,” you said, lying through your teeth.

“It has been more than twenty seconds, though.” “Yeah, it has,” you said, raising your voice, “HEY, NOAH, it’s getting late - you have school tomorrow!” Peter made a face.

“Come on, no kid’s gonna go for that. HEY, NOAH,” he shouted, matching your tone, “COME BACK AND WE CAN WATCH A SERIOUSLY GRIZZLY R-RATED MOVIE-”

You smacked him. “Ow!”

“Do you remember when you made me watch Friday the 13th, Peter? ‘Cause I do.”

“You were such a wimp about it, too. You kept holding on to me.”

You laughed at the memory.

“That was for a whole other reason, you know. I wanted you to think I was cute.”

“...Oh. I did. I do.”

Suddenly, you were seventeen again -- lost in Peter Maximoff’s eyes.

...Until an ear-piercing scream brought you crashing back down to Earth.

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