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soufcakmistress · 10 months

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Temptress

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

The intricate oil painting hanging on the wall threatened to fall by the incessant pounding of the bed frame. “I wonder what they’re serving at the pub tonight…” Sybil Freeman pondered as this sad soul rutted away between her legs. The Viscount Peters was one of her frequent visitors, and always tipped well. A lackluster lover, but always super sweet. The viscount shuddered and finally expelled into the sheepskin condom, with sighs of much awaited relief. Her corset has her abundant breasts grazing her chin, which have now spilled out from the romp that just ensued.

This is the part that the men come for. “Ooooh, the Viscount is feeling very frisky this evening. I’ll be sure to put those juniper berries in your wine every time we meet, sugar.” The short and dumpy nobleman always moseyed down her street for a bit of loving. Black and white men alike patronized the house—a house of nothing but Black bawds and whores.

London is a long way from colonial Charleston. Sybil Ravenel was one of eleven children to an enslaved couple working the indigo crop on Edisto Island. Keen on her surroundings and fierce about her family, one particular overseer would always harass her. She was very shapely and purposely wore baggier clothes to conceal her body. She’d managed to make it this far without getting whipped or separated from her family. The overseer was tired of Sybil spurning him. Easter Day came and the slaves were able to take the day off for once. While everyone was congregated by the fire, Sybil was caught off guard and gagged and pulled around the tobacco barn. Little did that overseer know that Sybil had been preparing for that day.

She sharpened this stick every day and hid it in the waistline of her skirt. Today, she made good on her intentions and shoved the stick into his neck. “I the last Negro woman you try to push up on. Bastard.” Blood drenched her apron and bonnet, and she wrenched them off and hid them under her skirt. Scrambling to the slave quarters, she gathered up the few clothes she had, tied them up and ran towards the harbor with all of her might in the dead of night.

Sybil understood sex and how easy men were guiled once it entered a dynamic. Men had few motivations and if it didn’t involve money, food or sex, Sybil found they didn’t have much use past that. She wasn’t entirely sure of her age, but she was a woman full grown. She had no education but she had the will to live and extremely limited means to do so. Offering what she had between her legs was how she was able to convince the captain of a nearby merchant ship not to ring the alarm for a fugitive slave on the run. She sucked his pecker so good as a matter of fact, he gave her her own cabin, left to be undisturbed until the ship docked.

The manifest was set for London Harbor, with a large store of indigo posed for shipping to the British Isles. England outlawed slavery years ago and all Sybil can remember being in awe of how Black folks roamed so freely. London was expansive, a different feeling versus Charleston. Attempting to navigate the streets, she bumped into a striking woman, with incredible cheek bones and dwarfed almost every man. “Careful, darling. Yuh ‘ave to actually look where yuh walk in this city. Before yuh get trampled.”

Needless to say, her life was changed from then on out. Bellemere Almodovar. Born in Jamaica, she was purchased by Spanish spice traders in exchange for bushels of saffron. She was so beautiful that she was whisked away from the auction block to accompany a lord in the Spanish court in the Spanish royal seat in Madrid.

Bellemere took Sybil under her wing. Showed her the ropes, how to keep herself safe, how to articulate herself, and recognize what the means to the end was. Fuck the frogs until you find the prince. A marquis or a lord having you for his mistress meant security and stability. A binding contract between the two of you kept the relationship mutually beneficial at all times. You provide the cunny and ego stroking, he provides the lifestyle. It’s plain and simple as that.

Until then, Sybil would stack her money. Her and Bellemere have expanded their stable, with an extremely diverse group of Black women with various treasures to offer. Lola and Liza Ibeji, the Sierra Leonan twin Amazons liked to play with the kinky politicians on Downing street on every bank holiday who liked to be tied up and degraded. Sarah Macenroe was a biracial beauty from Ireland, looking for a new home since her last bawd kicked her out. She was a contortionist, and petite like a nymph who loved to stick her finger up a John’s bum. And Sybil’s best friend Janie Smith from Trinidad, always quick to cuss her in patois. She was plump and shaped like you and that brought you both closer. Janie learned that she did not have a gag reflex, allowing any man to aim his prick down her endless throat with no resistance.

And Sybil. Sybil’s prized possession was between her legs. It was wetter and tighter than anyone around, and was guaranteed to make any man lose his pride before he wanted to. Her blue fingertips were a marvel to gaze upon and added to the fantasy. These English nobles ached for the chance of sleeping with a liberated Negro woman from the colonies. Her life was easy now. Fuck her regulars, and live good. She was free. Free to eat in any cafe of her choosing. Led her girls into any social gathering with their heads high and guaranteed to garner whispers and gasps. Music to her ears.

As of late, Sybil had been bored to tears of the social scene. Janie had just snagged her keeper, and she’d been whisked to the northern countryside for the next month. On this particular occasion, Sybil’s carob skin emitted radiance unknown to this world with the midnight blue gown hugging her body close. Her scalp itched under the powdered wig, and she daintily threw back her 6th drink of the night. Her girls worked the room as always, prowling for the next kill, and yet Sybil couldn’t give a fuck about any of these men.

She grabbed her sachet, picked up the ends of her dress and sashayed to the terrace. Some fresh air was needed. A cigarette she already rolled was pulled out and heavy footsteps lurked behind her. “Is this seat taken?”

A puff of tobacco smoke billowed in front of her cherubic face. A pleasant surprise that a Black man with a familiar accent met her. “Do as you like.”

The strange man quietly observes Sybil’s appearance. Their eyes finally meet and she’s enraptured and forgets to mask her intent. He’s very handsome, with a sterling smile and dashing garments. And an American accent. Interesting. “What’s a southern Belle doing mingling with English society?”

“I could ask the same of you. You’re like a fly in a glass of milk with this crowd. American?”

The gentleman wore his own hair out, a beautiful tangle of curls, and an emerald green suit that was immaculately crafted. His scent was alluring, and made Sybil want to know how deep his pockets went. “Yes. I was formerly enslaved, just like you. My father was African however and fell in love with my mother on a trip to the colonies. He bought us and we went back to his country to live. I grew up and wanted to explore this world. So for the moment, here I am..”

He took her cigarette out of her hand and began to puff on it himself. “And how would you know that I was enslaved? I could have been born free for all you know.”

The gentleman blew out the tobacco smoke, and gently placed her hand in his. The indigo dye. Permanently marking her as a piece of chattel. A former piece of chattel, for that matter. He kissed every fingertip on her left hand, and Sybil gulped. Her eyes became glassy, and she pulled away. She adjusted her dress, and stabilized her towering wig. “I didn’t catch your name, miss.”

Sybil took the cigarette back from him, taking a harsh pull. Why did this man make her feel like this? “Sybil. Sybil Freeman.” She had to get out of there. As seemingly progressive as London purported itself to be, Black men were almost never gentlemen and of the ton. He exuded high levels of breeding and class. His skin was gorgeous and he had piercing eyes that never left her….and roamed all over her body. He was clearly different.

“Good evening, sir.” Sybil gave the stiffest curtsy and zoomed away, flustered and confused. Something told her that that wouldn’t be the last she saw of him..

A/N: I totally forgot that I had most of this written up already LMAO. Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. Pleaseeee reblog and comment, love yall!!!

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countrymusiclover · 5 months

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Battle of the Mind and Heart

Addison Shaw, as in the daughter of Sebastian Shaw. Yes, you heard me correctly... Erik Lehnsherr is on the hunt for who he calls his creator. He seeks revenge and hates him for what he did to him. Yet along the way, he can't hide that he feels something for the daughter of the man he wants to kill.

One - The Man Who Can Control Metal

Two - We’re not Alone

Three - We Can Actually Have Trust

Four - Second Chances Can Happen

Five - Our Own Release

Six - The Day before Cuba

Seven - Cuba Beach

Eight - Cuba Beach pt 2

Nine - 50 Years From Now?

Ten - Erik and JFK

Eleven- Reunions and the Pentagon

Twelve - Intense Plane Conversations

Thirteen - My Life with Charles Xavier

Fourteen - Still On Different Sides

Fifteen - Professor X and Mystique

Sixteen - The Future War

Seventeen - Changing the Future

Eighteen - The Lehnsherr Family

Nineteen - The X Gene

Twenty - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Twenty One -

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - ask to be added (in my ask box please) @aintinacage @hiraethrhapsody @mostlymarvelgirl @importantgalaxyrunaway

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 months

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MultiVillains x Reader || Reactions

Topic: You move into an apartment in a dodgy neighbourhood.

Characters Included: (Rarin'-to-Fuck) Buck, Dr Peter Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Bonus!Jason Voorhees, Ian Essko, Bonus!Madame Blavatski, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Bonus!Reba, Doom Room's MC, Minister Kratski, Stuart Lloyd, Wayne Jackson, Bonus!Norman Tyrus and Bonus!Dale Acton.

Tagging: @ghouletka , @grav3yardgirl , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Rarin'-To-Fuck Buck: *Stays right by the window where he can see his car so it doesn't get stolen* "Uh... nice place... " (You: Thank you! I was so jazzed to find it on the market!, it has a dishwasher and everythin- ) "I was kidding Y/N this place is a fucken dump. Lets go- "

Dr Peter Andover: "... no." (You: What. But- ) "We have rooms at the clinic, you can stay there." (You: I cant live at the clinic- ) "Ohhh yes you can."

Erik Destler: "Oh, this is near to the brothel I used to- Ehem. I mean, Y/N this is a very nice, uh... home... you found, here... " || He wants to sweep you away but also he doesn't want you questioning him on that first bit XD So I guess he's just gonna have to stalk you all the time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ With love. For your safety.

Freddy Krueger: "You couldn't find an actual house?? Oh, and wouldja look at that! Guys with guns. *Waiving out the window* Hey fellas- " (You: Newsflash Fred its not the 60's anymore old man and you cant just b u y a h o u s e !! And put your hand down- )

Jason Voorhees: *Nope. No- Jason will not let you stay here XD He takes one look around, picks you up, and leaves.*

Ian Essko: "What filthy-fucking-hell... Oh! Wait wait wait- " (You: Don't you dare take out that black light Ian.) "What? Afraid of what you'll find in this house of horror!??"

Madame Blavatski: "Oh- this is nice. Lovely. I lived in a home just like this in my stripping days in Russia! Very lovely, very good. And you have drug dealers just two doors down, which is convenient. I already visited, they're very nice boys, and I bought you welcome-to-area 'blow'- da? They even gave discount!" *head pats*

Inkubus: *He's very calm, listening to you talk about it and show him all around, until the very end* "Y/N, love, may I ask something of you right now?" (You: Oh- sure? ^^) "Wonderful. Uh, don't be here between eleven and 3 tomorrow." (You: Why?- ) "Mmm, no particular reason... do you think these beams are good and flammable?" || If it is not clear- the man is going to burn your apartment building down so you don't live here, anymore.

Jim Bickerman: *He's been walking around peering out the windows shaking his head. When he finally looks at you waiting for his thoughts, he flashes a big smile.* "We're going gun shopping." (You: Oh no we are NOT- )

Reba: (You: So! ^^ What do you think?) "... well I noticed the police station a block away, I liked that feature."

The Doom Room's MC: "Well its better then my place, at least."

Minister Kratski: *not getting outta the limo*

Stuart Lloyd: "Y/N I saw some hooligans just down the street with switchblades. I don't think this area is safe." (You: Oh don't worry, I have a plan! ^^) "*Genuinely relieved* oh, great. Wh- what is it?" (You: I got these really big ass boots from the charity store- and I'm going to keep them just outside my door so everyone walking by thinks a lumberjack lives here!) "... ... Y/N- "

Wayne Jackson: *He's very quiet. Just wandering in and out of rooms, lookin' around* (You: ... Wayne, is everything okay?) "... preeetty sure I lived here in the 70's. Cant be sure, though." (You: Oh- ) *Pulls an open door away from a wall* "Ah! I did! Heheh, I made that w in bullet holes."

Norman Tyrus: "... no." (You: Norman- ) "Nope." (You: Not another place, Norman- ) "You're moving. You're not staying here." (You: I'm gonna stop showing you my new places.) "How about ya just find a place that doesn't have bullet holes in the front fucken door?" Dale Acton: "OH!!! I know those guys upstairs, I used to buy coke from them a couple years back! Until a deal fell through at least... hey, don't tell 'em you're with me. You'll be fine. We probably shouldn't be seen together, though, so uh... bye babe- "

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marksbear · 1 year

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hello hello ! first request here :)

fandom : black panther / black panther : wakanda forever [ marvel ]

character : erik killmonger

plot : as a child, killmonger had one person that he trusted the most, besides his father - m/n l/n. despite his secretive nature, both boys enjoyed playing basketball together, and going to killmonger's apartment - as y/n was one of the only kids that his father seemed to trust to let into their home. on the night of his father's death, killmonger cries into the arms of y/n, who holds him silently, and it seemed it was just them against the world. until y/n disappeared immediately after, aiding killmonger's descent into madness and revenge. timeskip to his time in wakanda, more or less ruling it after the 'death' of t'challa, he strolls the streets until he sees a familiar face and chases them into alleyways. y/n, alive and well, staring at killmonger with a sorrowful expression. killmonger is betrayed, realizing that all along his childhood friend was from wakanda, and that may have been the only reason his father allowed him to come into the house - as he knew the boy would say nothing, maybe he was even a part of their schemes. the reunion is all shouting and close up threats, until they're both overcome with emotions and they just screw in the alleyway.

basically [ childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers ]

i apologize for the long request, i enjoy your work and sort of rambled the idea i had in my head. thank you in advance, i hope it doesn't cause much trouble, and it's alright if you are unable to fulfil it.

if it isn't much, i'd like to be the 🍀 anon, or maybe🪴if that one's already taken. thank you again <3

Hi hello! Hope you're doing well my friend! And of course you can be🍀 anon! You'll be my good luck charm!

ERIK KILLMONGER X MALE READER

Erik stands outside the gate looking at the boys playing basketball watching them from afar.

The boys seemed like they all knew each other leaving Erik to be the odd one out. Erik turns his attention to a young boy sitting on the trunk of someone's car holding a basketball in his lap. Erik stares at him wondering “Why isn’t he playing with anyone.” Erik is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the boy walking to him.

The boy climbs on the gate and drops down to Erik. Erik still doesn’t notice the boy until the boy lightly shoves his arm. “Wh-what oh.” Erik looks at the boy. Y/n pushes the ball into Erik’s arms with a smirk on his face. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” “Erik…” “Well Erik lets 1v1! First to eleven wins”

Y/n holds onto Erik’s arm moving the damaged gate out of the way holding it open for Erik.

The boys begin to play multiple rounds of basketball. Round after round the two never seem to get tired of each other. Some strangers/ other kids come and go as they play for hours. The two taught each other different moves and tricks. They play for hours until they begin to feel tired.

Y/n shoots the winning shot with a smirk on his face looking at Erik. “I win again!” Y/n brags earning a playful shove from Erik. The two begin wrestling each other trying to prove their dominance to see who is the real winner. Erik takes Y/n to the ground, pinning him to the floor. “Now I’m the real winner.”

Erik teases earning Y/n to play dirty. By tickling Erik. “Y/n! S-stop AhaHA! Stopp!” Erik laughs out falling down on the floor with his friend. Y/n stops with a few laughs escaping his own lips.

The two lay on the ground side by side talking about whatever comes to mind. “You're pretty good at basketball.” Erik says, looking to his side staring at Y/n.

“You too. Erik maybe a bit worse, but still good.” Y/n jokes earning Erik rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, maybe we can go pro together? Y’know like to join the NBA.” Erik says imaging the two of them playing side by side in a real game. Y/n’s face seemed confused like he didn’t know what the NBA was, but to please his new friend Y/n agreed by shaking his head yes. “Y-yeah we’ll be unstoppable.” Y/n adds slightly praying that he got it right.

“It’s getting dark. How about I walk you home?” Y/n suggests getting off the ground and picks up his ball looking down at Erik. Y/n holds out his hand waiting for Erik to take it. Erik takes it and gets off the ground with Y/n’s help.

Y/n and Erik walk to Erik’s house hand in hand “keeping the other safe.”

After they reach the apartment and everything Y/n lets go of Erik’s hand and smiles at him. Erik looks sad from having to leave his friend. “When do I see you again?” Erik asks, watching Y/n think. “Anytime and everywhere. I promise.”

The answer confused Erik and before he could ask again the front door opened revealing Erik’s father looking at the two boys. Erik’s dad stared at Y/n wide eyed like if he knew Y/n’s secret. “Erik, who is the boy?”

“He’s Y/n! My new friend!” Erik dad gave Y/n one more glance before opening the door. “Well get in. You to Y/n. It's too late for you to go back home.” Both boys go inside and go straight to Erik’s room.

Erik gave Y/n extra sleeping clothes and both got ready to go asleep. The boys get into the bed laying next to each other side by side. They talk about anything that comes into their mind.

“Y/n? Are you still awake?” “Yeah. What's up?” “Wanna explore the neighborhood tomorrow?” “Sure. We can. We can go everywhere together, you just have to say the word.” “Friends for life?” Erik says, holding out his pinky. “Friends forever.” Y/n holds out his own pinky wrapping it around Erik promising.

After that night the boys became inseparable. They hung out every single minute of the day. They were together forever. They knew everything about each other, the bad things, the good things, and even things the person didn’t know about themselves.

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Erik were doing pickup with some other boys about to play basketball until something big and weird happened. Some ship or something was in the sky flying past them in the air. Erik runs to his house with Y/n chasing after him.

Y/n recognized what was in the sky. I mean c'mon he grew up seeing them everywhere. Y/n prayed that they weren't coming for him.

Once the boys reach the apartment door Y/n goes in front of Erik trying to shield him from the horrors he already knew what was going to come. Y/n opens the door hearing a gasp from behind him. Erik pushes past Y/n running to his dad’s body.

Erik cradles his father's dead body silently crying as Y/n watches him before walking to him and hugs Erik tightly. Erik cries even harder holding his dear friend for dear life. Y/n lays his head on top of Erik trying to comfort him the best he can. Erik's thoughts run wild; the only thing he can think about is revenge and Y/n. Erik’s body slowly feels limp from crying. Erik's eyes slowly close from exhaustion. He didn’t when he started to become tired. Erik’s become choked sobs as Y/n comfort him without saying anything.

Erik's body became limp, passing out from exhaustion and sadness. Y/n uses all his kid strength to drag Erik into his bedroom before leaving him on his bed. Y/n takes off his necklace and ring to give Erik something to remember him by. Y/n takes off his jacket and lay’s it onto Erik. Tears fall from Y/n’s eyes before he leaves the apartment.

To never be seen again…

When Erik woke up he was scared, lonely and revengeful; only Y/n’s jacket brought him comfort. Erik looked around the neighborhood for hours for his friend. By hour by hour Erik began to lose up. So defeated he goes back home and goes into his room. He almost went straight to his bed, but something shiny caught his eye. Erik goes to the dresser and picks up the rings and cries even harder while clutching Y/n's jacket close to him.

TIMESKIP

King Kilmonger walks around Wakanda making sure everything is perfect. He’s been ruling it since the death of T'challa taking the princess' place to rule. Erik seems alright from the outside. He was a strong, cocky, a bit evil man, but still had somewhat of a heart.

What most don't know, Erik sometimes cries himself to sleep as memories of his childhood friend run through his mind. Erik hated him deeply, but he couldn’t deny that he loved and missed the man dearly. The feeling of betrayal goes through his body every single day.

Erik strolls around the street stretching his legs and clearing his mind before having to sit through another long and boring meeting.

People greet their king as he passes by him. Many offer gifts and others just starting conversation.

Everything was going fine until Erik heard a familiar name being called.

"Y/n! Come help me lift this." Some older fellow shouted looking at the younger man for assistance. "Alright." A voice rings out automatically catching Erik's ears. "Y/n..." Erik mumbles out watching the male lift up some crates for the old man. "Thank you Y/n. Such a fine young man you are." The older man praises patting Y/n on his back for the good work.

Y/n smiles at the older man before turning back to the street going to head back home.

Erik and Y/n lock eyes both of them stand like deer in head lights in the middle of the street.

Y/n runs for it catching Erik a bit off guard, but chases after him as fast as possible.

They run past corners and turns with Y/n trying to throw off the king to the best of his ability. From any point of view they'll probably think Y/n was a thief or worse from how their king is chasing him down. Y/n tries to lose Erik in the crowd, but nothing can stop the king.

But finally their game of chase is cut short. Y/n goes straight into an alleyway leading into a dead end. By the time Y/n realized it was too late Erik ran into the alleyway after Y/n.

"Y/n. It is really you." Erik breathes out staring Y/n. "You're alive." Erik also says in disbelief. Y/n lets out a sigh and nods his head yes. "Why..." Erik trails off before anger begins to overcome him.

"Why! Why would you leave me!" Erik screams feeling his whole body burn with rage. "How could you do that to me!?! When I needed you most. You were my best friend! And I needed you!" Erik adds watching Y/n's sorrowful expression begin to change.

"Bestfriends? Really Erik? We were nothing close to best friends. Erik you never gave a damn about me unless we were hanging out at your place or playing basketball! You didn't even make an effort to know where I live or anything about me!" Y/n shouts walking closer to Erik showing him that he isn't scared.

"I trusted you with my life Y/n. Me and my father did!" Erik shouts back while registering that Y/n was the only person allowed in the house.

"You're from wakanda. And you knew didn't you? You knew what was in the sky that night. You knew that they were gonna kill my father! And I bet you were a part of it." Erik blames walking closer as well.

"Erik... Don't start saying things like that." Y/n says as flashbacks going through his mind from all the times he was with Erik and his father.

"Why Y/n! Why did you leave me? I cried for years and I still do trying to think about when you left me... I-I should honestly punish you for that. You made me go into madness. We both knew that I couldn't life without you. You were the only one besides my father, I loved and trusted."

When Y/n heard those words fall from Erik's mouth he almost cracked. Y/n moves both his hands on both sides of Erik's cheeks pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Erik was surprised and pulled away fast looking at Y/n wide eyed. Y/n stares back at him feeling that he did the worst thing ever, but those feelings are quickly washed away by Erik kissing him.

The two hold and kiss each other. Holding each other tightly like the other would disappear. Y/n is quick to move Erik on the wall as the kiss gets more and more heated. Their bodies move against each other finally getting the satisfaction the both of them longed for.

Erik and Y/n fumble around with their clothes trying to take them off as quickly as they can.

Finally Y/n pulls away gasping for air a bit as he takes off his own clothes never breaking eye contact with Erik. Erik watches Y/n undress watching him with pure love in his eyes. The king begins to take off his own clothes.

Y/n pins Erik on the wall kissing and biting his now exposed skin. "I want you inside me Y/n." Erik says growing impatient not even caring that he isn't well prepped.

Erik moves his hands down to Y/n's hard cock giving it a few slow strokes while staring Y/n in his eyes. Erik pulls his hand away before spitting on it and goes back to jerking off Y/n.

Erik's hand movements are fast and rough trying to make Y/n's cock wet as fast as he can. Y/n bucks his hips into Erik's fist while soft moans escape his lips. "Give it to me Y/n!~" Erik pleads pulling his hand away and turning his body around to his stomach on the wall and bending over.

Y/n puts both hands on either side of Erik's hips holding him still as he slowly moves his tip inside Erik's hole. Y/n begins to slowly thrust in and out inside Erik causing Erik to let out moans and whimpers.

"Fa-faster! ohHh fuck~" Erik moans out moving himself down meeting Y/n half way when he thrust.

Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he picks up his thrust at a fast pace. Y/n's grip on Erik is tighter as he begins to abuse his hole with thrust. Y/n thrust became deeper and rougher. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the hallway as both males don't even care if they're making too much noise.

Erik walls tighten around Y/n once Y/n hits his prostate causing a long moan to fall from his mouth.

Y/n begins to abuse Erik's prostate snapping his hips at a faster pace and hitting his prostate every single time with his thrust. "Again! fu-ck~ hit it again~" Erik begs

Erik hard cock leaks precum and his cock twitching from being near his peak. Y/n thrust doesn't slow down a second keeping up his fast and rough rhythm.

The king holds onto the wall for dear life as Y/n wrecks his hole. "Y/n!~ I'm about to cum! gonna cum!~" Erik moans as his eyes begin to water. Y/n speeds up his thrust even faster than before as he feels his own cock twitch inside Erik. Erik is first to meet his peak. He cums hard onto the floor and wall painting it white as he screams and moans out things that don't even make sense.

Erik's walls clamp on tighter on Y/n's cock eager to get Y/n's load inside him.

After a few more thrust Y/n's cums deep inside Erik painting Erik's inside white and warm causing Erik to scream all sorts of things. Y/n thrust hard and slow a few times fucking him until he's out of his high and drained.

The two breathe heavy and in silence both too tired to say anything and a bit scared to say something. Y/n begins to pull out slowly as he watches his load pour out of Erik. "Don't leave me. Y/n don't go..." Erik says quietly hoping that Y/n didn't hear him.

Y/n turns Erik's body around so he faces him. "I don't live far from here. Lets go to my place and get you cleaned up."

THE END

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anime-kia · 2 years

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Not So Silent

This one-shot was requested by @kheartslove 😊 Thank you!

In Michael's Vogue, 73 questions interview, he stated that being hung up on was one of his pet peeves, so I thought this would be an interesting take.

Relationship: Dominant Erik x Reader

Warnings: Dom, Rough Smut (spanking, biting, choking, hair pulling, over-stimulation)

God, Erik was so infuriating!

He had your phone ringing non stop until you finally decided to answer.

"It's my day off, negro!" You yelled into the transmitter.

"What you not gon' do is yell at me." He nonchalantly stated.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Stevens." You were irritated because you knew exactly why he was calling you.

For some reason, your "situationship" was a lot more complicated than you thought it would originally be. You assumed it was free dick with no strings attached, but that was not the case. This big headed, irritating man was blowing your phone up because you were spotted at a nightclub, sitting in the lap of another party goer while kissing his cheek.

"That's what you think. We finna talk, baby girl." It sounded like he was getting in his car. "Who the fuck was that nigga?"

"A very nice and polite stranger who I met at the club. Honestly, you should meet up with him and learn a thing or two on treating women better." You quipped.

"You gettin' smart with me?"

"Been smart, but aight." You quipped, rolling your eyes.

"Forgot who you talkin' to, huh?" The tone in his voice got darker the more you stayed on the line with him.

"Is that all?"

"Nah, fuck you mean is that all?" He mocked you.

"You're being childish, Erik. Get off my phone."

"We ain't done talking."

"Yes we are. Bye."

"Dont hang u-"

Click.

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone to the side after turning it off completely. If anyone had anything to say to you, they could wait till tomorrow. It was finally your day off from work, and from that hypocrite hotep.

Amusing that he could entertain as many women as he wanted to, even while you two were out together, but the second you start talking to another guy with your voice pitched just slightly higher than normal, Erik's ass had to get all defensive and territorial.

You turned over onto your stomach, one arm under the pillow and head turned towards the TV screen that was playing Stranger Things which would soon lull you into a deep sleep.

Though you were quite content, Erik however, was fuming.

"I know she ain't just fuckin' hang up on me." He stared at the red streetlight in front of him with disbelief on his face. He called your number non-stop. "She got one more time and on God if she don't pick up the phone." He threatened no one in particular seeing as he was talking to himself.

And just like the ten other times he dialled your number, lucky number eleven was also sent to voicemail.

"Aight, that's how it is (Y/n). Bet... Fuckin' bet." He adjusted his black and gold Cartier aviators and diverted from his original course to the gym and now towards your apartment.

Normally Erik hated driving in LA traffic, but he could make an exception for you. Clearly you needed one of his attitude adjustments.

Oh imma get a workout, imma make sure both of us get a workout. He thought to himself, as he merged onto the freeway.

The first mistake you made was giving Erik a key to your house, the second was giving him access to your body and the third was hanging up on him.

He made it to your apartment within forty-five minutes and you were well knocked out, sleeping so deep that you didn't hear your bedroom door creak open or when his heavy duffle bag hit the floor.

Erik loomed over your dormant frame, staring at your butt due to your oversized t-shirt riding up at some point during your rest.

He raised both hands and brought them down harshly against your backside, creating a loud slapping noise to fill the silence in the room, followed by your startled groan.

Your heart was racing and your butt stung like hell. You scrambled up, pulling your blanket over you and stared at the intruder.

Fuck... He looked angry.

You rubbed your weary eyes, "W-what the fuck is your problem? Why are you in my house?"

"What I tell you bout hanging up on me?"

"If you came here to piss me off you can leave right now. I don't have time for this, Erik." Rolling your eyes, you pulled your covers back over your head and rolled onto your stomach.

"Nah baby, see the problem is, I was on my way to the gym, but yo' ass wanna be stubborn. Wanna act out." He grabbed the blanket and tore it off of you, then took your foot and pulled you to the edge of the bed up against his crotch. "You feel that shit?"

Of course you did, every single thick inch that was pressed onto your right cheek was as hard as a rock. "Erik, mooooveee."

"Oh nah, you getting this work. You got me fucked up." His voice was calm, but had dangerous intent behind it. Walking would probably be out of the question for the next three to five business days.

"We ain't doin' this-" You tried crawling away, but he pulled you back in, harder this time. You let out a little grunt as you made contact with his crotch.

"Nah I got sum' for you. Since you don't like to fuckin' listen." He unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops. Before you could move, your hands were held together in one of his as he tied his belt around them and moved you up the bed so he could trap the belt between your headboard.

"Erik!" You struggled to pull your hands from his belt. He still had you on your stomach, raising your shirt completely past your neck.

"You got some nerve to hang up on me while you wearing my favourite panties." He ran his hand down your back and stopped right above your bum, causing you to shiver. "You probably knew I'd come fix your ass if you did that shit." His hand continued down, grabbing your backside firmly and squeezing.

"Nngh!" You grunted and tried shifting away, but it was futile as the belt and his other hand held you in place. "You really doing too much."

"I ain't do shit to your disrespectful ass yet." His voice was so calm, but threatening. "Matter of fact-"

SPANK!

A stinging sensation on your behind caused you to spring up as far as he would allow you to go.

"Erik! Fuck, that hurt!"

"Ain't this what happens to children who don't listen? I gotta teach you to be obedient?" Another spank.

"Shit!" You gasped, rotating your hips away from him, but he pulled them back.

"Make sure you keep count for me, mama, otherwise imma have to start again. So what are we at?"

"Fuck you, Erik." You whined. Even though spanking turned you on to some degree, you wouldn't allow his dominant kink obsession to be satisfied so early on.

"Bet." He chuckled, running his hand in between your thighs and over your clothed core. A smirk graced his lips as he could feel your arousal soaking through your black thong. Two of his fingers applied pressure between the folds. "You always so fucking stubborn. Acting like you don't like this shit. Like you don't want Daddy to be deep in them guts."

SPANK!

This time, your groan came out more like a moan. The way his fingers were dancing on your clothed pussy while his strong calloused hand delivered blows to your behind, the perfect amount of pain and pleasure.

"I love it when you moan, but Daddy forgot what number we was on."

Fuck, so did I. You mentally face palmed.

You knew damn well he knew, but once he got to work on your lower half, all of your rational thinking was out the window.

"T-two." You whined, bitting on your bottom lip.

"Wrong." And he delivered two more to account for your incorrect answer. "Lemme help you out, baby. We gon' start over, this time count for Daddy."

You really hated his annoying ass.

SPANK!

"Ohh, fuck." You pulled on the restraints, digging your nails into your palms.

"Huh? That don't sound like counting, princess."

You gritted your teeth, "O-one."

He smirked, "Better."

SPANK!

"Two, mmmh fuck!"

"You getting better already, baby."

SPANK!

"Th-three, oh my gosh!"

Your eyes were starting to tear up, all while pressure was building into your core. His fingers never ceased the movements they were making between your legs. At some point, he had slipped them inside of you and judging on the sounds your body was already making, you had lost and he had won.

By the eighth spank, you were a moaning mess. Each number was slurred and combined with a curse. Your pussy was creaming all over his fingers as he curled them upwards and stimulated your clit all at the same time. Erik knew your body better than yourself. He knew exactly how to trigger a specific reaction that he was looking for.

"Damn, ma. You making a mess back here.."

"N-no more. Ohhhh!" Another orgasm had creeped upon you that had you bringing your knees to your chest while moving your body away from him. Your wrists were sore from pulling on the restraint.

He stared at his coated fingers and smirked, then turned you over with one hand so you were on your back.

"Look at all this. Suck it." He grabbed your jaw, pulling your bottom lip down and jammed his fingers in. "Clean all that shit off."

Though you were tired, you let him let you taste yourself. It was faintly sweet. Your tongue swirled and swivelled around his thick fingers as he moved them back and forth. It was so sloppy and rough that drool was dripping down the sides of your mouth.

"I can't wait to fuck ya dirty lil mouth." He retracted his fingers swiftly, a popping sound filling the air as he did so.

Erik got completely undressed, leaving only his cuban links on. You never told him anything about how much you enjoyed watching his chain dangle over your head as he fucked you.

He undid the restraints on your wrists and you rubbed them from the soreness.

"Don't relax now, we ain't nowhere near done." His hand was stroking his thick member, pre cum dripping from the tip. "Come here."

You crawled over face to face with his dick, and held it gently. Your thumb ran over the tip gingerly before running your entire hand on his length. Your lips eventually followed, wrapping around the top, slowly bobbing up and down.

His slight moans were like music to your ears. It reminded you that even though he acts aggressive majority of the time, you still had some power to break him just as he easily did with you a countless amount of times.

"Ah shit." He hissed as your pace increased. "Get it all in there." His hand moved to the back of your head, forcing your mouth to take every single inch. You slightly gagged and coughed as he released you off.

"I hate when you do that!" You whined.

"Man, shut yo' ass up and put that mouth to work."

Bet. You rolled your eyes before going back to sucking him off. Your tongue swirled all over his member, but your jaws were getting tired so you put your hands at the base of his dick. You twisted your hands while stroking up and down in a steady pace.

He was so into it, little groans and moans escaping his lips. You could feel him shake, getting closer and closer to his nut. He gripped the back of your head once again, thrusting his hips hard and fast. You complained, pushing your hands against his thighs, but he was relentless.

"Ahh fuck!" Right before he could release you added your teeth into the mix just to be spiteful. If there was one thing Erik hated, it was teeth on his dick. "Bit- Fuck!" He pulled himself out of your mouth, releasing onto your face.

"I warned you nigga." You defended yourself as he gave you an irritated look. Before you could wipe his semen off he stopped you.

"Aht! You just tryna piss me off. Waste that nut and watch what happens to your ass."

It felt slightly degrading to wipe his cum off of your face and put it back in your mouth, but the look in his eyes as he commanded you told you his threat was nothing to play with.

He grabbed you by the neck, and titled your head back. "Show me."

You opened your mouth, showing him that you swallowed every last bit of his nut.

He smirked. "Good." Erik brought you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Though he was an excellent kisser, you had no idea why he was so rough with it. Then again he was rough with absolutely everything. He nibbled on your bottom lip as he hands went to fondle your breasts. His calloused fingers pulled and squeezed your nipples before taking one into his mouth.

You leaned back, soothed by the way his tongue ran over the nipple in a circular motion. You sighed and closed your eyes, hands running over dreads. It was all going nice until he decided to take revenge on you, nibbling on your nipple a little harder than necessary.

"Ngh, Erik!" You tried pushing his head away, but he was latched on. He eyed you with a smirk and you used the heel of your hand to bop him on the forehead. "That hurts!"

"Good." He leaned down to your soaking pussy and stuck two fingers in full force.

Your body jerked upwards, "Ungh!" Surprised at the intrusion you moaned as your face contorted.

Erik roughly spread your legs apart. He kissed your inner thighs, leaving various teeth marks and hickies. His tongue flattened against your folds, traveling onto your clit. The weak spot. He made eye contact with you again, one that said I'm about to tear this shit up. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, and his tongue applied pressure straight onto your clit.

You cursed as you pulled his hair. "Fuck, Eriikkkk!" You moaned. He pushed your thighs upwards so he could get deeper as he assaulted your clit and pussy. The pressure in you continuously built up as he sucked harder. "Oh my God, Erik please!"

Your closed eyes opened briefly to take a look at him. He looked focused, like he knew you were about to explode. You pushed on his head so he could ease up.

"W-wait, baby. Please. Ohhhhh!" You released onto him, but he continued his assault. "Erik!" Your body convulsed, but he held you down. You screamed as your thighs clamped onto his head. A huge wave of pleasure washed over you. Each orgasm was harder than last.

When he raised up, his mouth, moustache, beard and hand were covered in your juices. "Damn, ain't had someone give you head like that, huh? And you wanted a break from me? You out yo' fuckin' mind, shawty."

Immediately he had you on your back again, ready to push his thick member in.

"W-wait. Shit." Your arm was covering your eyes, "J-just gimme a second to catch my breath."

Surprisingly he obliged, but as he waited, his took his length and rubbed it up and down your folds, coating himself in your juices.

"I ain't goin' easy on you. Only good girls get nice Daddy E, you been actin' like you want me to beat that pussy up. It's aight baby, imma do just that for ya spoiled ass."

Apparently, the time you had was up. He thrusted his whole dick into you, "Ahh! Shit!" You whined and he moaned. "I said wait!" To say you were still sensitive was an understatement.

"Nah mama, ain't no waiting. Imma fuck the shit outta this pussy." He started off with normal pace strokes, "Look at how she creaming all over me already. Missed a nigga, huh?"

You pushed at his lower abdomen in hopes that he'd ease up.

"Move ya hands." He demanded.

"Slow down."

"I said move ya fuckin' hands, girl."

You shook your head. Unfortunately, your mistake was being disobedient. You thought his current pace was bad, but when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them beside your head, each stroke had you feeling stars. He was able to go even deeper than before.

"Fuck! Oh, oh my gosh! Ohhhhh!" Your squeezed your eyes shut.

"You so fuckin' tight, damn!" Erik pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

Your hips were dragged upwards, and you were guided right back onto his dick. The sounds that filled the room were so erotic; someone stirring macaroni and cheese, clapping and a lot of water.

He ploughed through your tight pussy, the grip he had on your waist was sure to leave bruises in the morning. He palmed your ass before smacking each cheek. Your nails dug into the bedsheets as you tried to crawl away from him.

"Where you goin'?" He pulled you back and grabbed one of your hands, pinning it to your back.

"Please, I can't." You whined.

"Yes you can. Yes. You. Fuckin'. Can." He said between each thrust. "Take all this dick." He was thrusting so hard that your headboard was knocking into the wall. Hopefully your neighbours weren't home.

Tears began streaming out of your eyes, mouth quivering as another mind blowing orgasm had made its way onto you.

"Can't handle it, huh?" He chuckled. His hand snaked around your neck, bringing back flush against scarred torso. His strokes changed to the ones that hit you deep in your gut as he applied slightly more pressure onto your throat.

Each one had you gasping, and biting your lip, while leaving nail marks with into his arm that was around your neck. He nibbled on your ear and sucked on your neck.

"That's too bad. You should be use to me by now." He sniggered. He let you flop back down, and you tried scrambling away again only for him to stop you. "What I say? Don't run and take this dick."

He pushed back into you, but this time taking both of your arms and pinning them firmly against your back.

He resumed his hard stroking pace, each one hitting you right on your G-spot.

"Shit! It-it's too much, Erik."

"Gon' and tap out then." He teased you.

"Eriiiikk!" You whined.

He bit his lip, "Wassup? Tap out if you done, baby girl."

He knew damn well you couldn't tap out. Asshole.

"Ahh, almost there." He moaned out as his pace started to ease off. "Shit."

Erik continued to stroke into you until he couldn't contain himself. He spilled his seed deep into you, finally allowing the both of you to collapse down. His heavy ass laid on top of you, waiting for his member to soften. The mixes of your juices and some of his cum dripped out onto the bedsheets and your thighs. Good thing it was laundry day.

The both of you were catching your breaths. He finally slid out and rolled out of the bed.

"I know it's been a minute, but she missed me. That pussy wet, wet." He grinned at you, flashing his canines.

"Fuck off." You groaned, absolutely sore from his demonic strokes. Just as you expected, walking was out of the question for the next couple of hours, maybe the entire day.

He laughed as he went to the bathroom, "It be like that." He came out with rags to clean up, "Aye, let this be a lesson though. Hang up on me again and imma fuck yo' ass up, ma."

Lesson learned.

I have no idea why it took me so long to write this story. I don't know if rough smut is my forte, even though its my favourite kind of smut.

This is a [late] gift from me to you all :)

P.S. Michael in a durag, shirtless and wearing a gold chain and dancing! CHILEEE WHEWWW! Someone get me a towel, a bucket, something! Honestly after watching that video I was inspired to finish this lmao!

I hope you enjoyed!

(Start/Finish: December 7-27, 2019)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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Running from the Flames {17}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, panic attack - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen || Sixteen || Seventeen || Eighteen || under construction

Ilies was kind enough to take Pierre, Addie and I to the airport early on Monday morning. Pierre had put his Audi on one of the car transporters heading to Alpine’s mechanical headquarters in Paris and he would pick it up from there later in the week when he returned for some training. With the next race being in Canada there was a two week break so he was going to spend a few days in London with us as long as he kept up his fitness routine.

I was apparently the one in charge of making sure that happened but his personal trainer might have been shocked to hear that my idea of exercise involved us tangled in bedsheets. I kept that to myself of course and just agreed. As long as I got to watch while Pierre worked out in my home gym then it was a win-win to me.

“Thanks for the lift, Granny,” I said as I kissed her cheeks after boarding the private jet.

“It’s on the way to New York so it’s no hassle, honey. Are you sure you don’t want to come to Fashion Week with me?”

I grimaced at the idea. “And have you try to use me as a model again, no thanks.”

“What?” she asked innocently as she buckled up into her seat. “You’ve got the legs for it.”

“She’s not wrong,” Pierre whispered in my ear. “They are very sexy.”

I elbowed him lightly but he just laughed it off and I continued on my way down the aisle. Two rows down I found dad, who was half asleep, and heading home to see mum. I sat Addie into the seat beside him and buckled her in before setting up her latest animated fixation, Mulan, on the screen in front of her.

“Let mummy know if you need to go to the loo,” I reminded her before pulling the earphones over her head.

There was no reason to be all sat together so I passed the last two rows before sitting down. There was only the galley behind us but since the flight was a little over two hours I doubted anyone would ask for refreshments and we would be left alone.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we hit some turbulence coming into Heathrow and Pierre clutched the armrest between us. His eyes were closed and his lips pressed in a firm line as he nodded his head. He had been uneasy since takeoff but repeatedly lied and said he was fine. “You couldn’t have picked a sport with more travel if you tried.”

“I’m fine with flying…until it gets bumpy.” He let me pull his hand from the leather material and replaced it with my own as we watched the GPS of the plane inching closer to the airport.

“Miss Vowles, Mr Gasly, if you could please fill these out before we land that would be wonderful,” the stewardess said as she handed me three Passenger Locator Forms before moving on to dad.

I filled out mine and Addie’s while Pierre did his but he took a little longer since he wasn’t a UK Citizen like us and had more pages to complete. I actually had dual citizenship through the ‘grandfather scheme’ which meant I was entitled to apply for citizenship where my parents and grandparents were citizens. Legally, I could hold a passport of Mexico, the USA and the United Kingdom but I preferred to use my UK one since it had the least restrictions.

If Erik ever tried to petition for access to Addie and won, then she could have all three passports and a Norwegian one too.

The thought turned my mood sour and as we touched down on British soil I began to rue my decision to come back. I knew I needed to be here to pack up the house for the move and visit Dr Pascoe in person but there was always a little storm cloud in the back of my mind when I was in London.

The city was tainted of memories with Erik, the restaurants we had eaten at, the cinemas we have gone to. I couldn’t even drive near Islington because that was where our house had been. Just thinking about it had the walls of the plane closing in around me and I reached for the paper bag in the storage pocket.

The paper crinkled in and out with each breath, the speed too fast for any rational thought and shadows moved around me until two faces came into focus.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” dad said but it was hard to catch the slippery words as my head swam. “Deep breath, in through your nose. Do it with me.” I tried to copy him but my intake was as shaky as my hands. “Good girl, now out through your mouth, nice and slow.”

My clothes felt too tight and my hair clung to my clammy forehead and I tried to brush it away but my hands were shaking too much. The strands of hair remained and I grew frustrated.

“I’ve got it, Bri, just focus on breathing,” Pierre said as he brushed it back for me. A cool damp cloth came to rest on my forehead and I closed my eyes as I leant back in the seat. “Mama’s alright, princesse.”

My eyes flashed open to see Addie looking afraid and I opened my arms for her. “Mummy was just a little overwhelmed, sweetie, I’m sorry it scared you.”

“Was it a bad dream again?” she asked as she clung tight to me.

“Kind of. You know, I could do with your help.” She perked up at the idea of helping and listened intently. “We have no food at home, so I need you to choose where we will have brunch. You don’t have to tell me now, but why don’t you hop back in your seat and have a think about it while we land.”

“Come on, little bug,” dad guided her away, his own worried stare looking back at me as he went.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Pierre asked when we were alone but I shook my head.

“No, I just want to erase the memories of this place.” I tipped my head onto his shoulder and looked up at him. “Tell me that it’s possible.”

He kissed my forehead and I cringed as I realised I was a sweaty mess but he didn’t seem to care as he wrapped an arm around me. “I don’t know about erasing them, but we can make new ones instead.”

–

We landed without a fuss and while we were taxiing to the terminal we started to say our goodbyes before we would part ways. Dad was already out of his seat, ignoring the seatbelt sign, and kneeling next to Granny having quiet words with each other before they both looked at me with concern.

Dad rose to his feet and let Addie climb up for a hug, a bright smile deepening the wrinkles at the corners of Granny’s eyes. “I’m going to miss you, honey. You let me know if you want to come visit alright? We’ll get rid of that posh accent in no time.”

“Don’t want you to go, Granny,” she replied with a trembling lip.

Betty sniffled and blinked away the tears that quickly built along her waterline. “You’re going to make me ruin my makeup.”

“You’d still look beautiful,” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the visit and the ride.”

“Of course, you’re welcome to use it whenever you need, especially trying to juggle work, motherhood and a long distance relationship,” she said looking between Pierre and I. “Take all the help you can get to make it work.”

Pierre’s hand took mine and gave it a squeeze while I answered through my widening smile. “I might take you up on that.”

The Gulfstream had come to a stop and I saw two cars parked outside the little window as the stewardess opened the door. Dad would take one to the domestic terminal for his next flight to Manchester while we would be in the other heading home to Twickenham.

“Oh, and Damien, give my love to Otmar when you see him,” Granny said with a fond smile for the man she thought of as the second child she never had. “I’ll see you in Italy, unless I decide to pop by before that. Never know when I might need a holiday at my age.”

“Mom, you’re retired.”

She scoffed and waved him off. “I retired from designing but I still own the company, dear. I can’t trust anyone else to run it right, unless it’s family.” Her eyes darted to me and I held my hands up.

“Don’t finish that thought, Granny, I’m an engineer - I like tinkering with mechanics and engines.”

“I’ve heard Pierre’s a man of fashion and business or so the internet tells me. You could always marry him. Just an idea, honey.” She sent me a wink and I stumbled over my feet, nearly sending myself out down the steps. “Take care of my precious babies, Mr Gasly.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” he replied with such sincerity that I missed the step in front of me and his hand shot out, catching my arm and pulling me back. “Was that a test?”

“No,” I sighed and blew a strand of hair out of my face with a huff. “That's just how clumsy I am. Let’s go before I break my neck and never get to walk down the aisle Granny’s busy daydreaming about now.”

“I’ve had the design of your wedding dress waiting since you were 18. You tell me when to start sewing it.”

“Bye Granny, bye Matthew!” I concentrated on walking down the stairs with an amused Pierre behind me carrying Addie and dad coming down last.

“Your mother said she’s blocked out her calendar for Wednesday if you can come to dinner.”

I looked at Pierre since he was meant to be flying to Paris on Thursday morning and Addie and I would be flying into Rouen to meet him on Saturday. “It’s a four hour drive.”

“It shouldn’t be difficult to change my flight to leave from Manchester instead, if you want to stay the night?”

I nodded to dad, “it’s a tentative yes but I’ll let you know once he’s checked the flights. Addie say bye-byes to grandad.”

Our farewells were far quicker and our luggage had already been put into the cars by the time we were finished and going our own separate ways. I would have preferred to have my own car but it was at home after getting a cab to the airport when we left two weeks ago but thankfully it wasn’t peak rush hour and it wasn’t too far to get home.

“Addie, have you decided where you want to eat?”

“The dog park!”

Pierre looked aghast as he spun in his passenger seat at the front and I laughed at the face he pulled. “It’s just a cafe that happens to be on the same block as a dog park. It’s called Ivy and she knows it too,” I said as I tickled Addie’s toes for being a little trickster. “It’s just around the corner from our house so we can drop the bags off first and walk.”

He relaxed back into his seat knowing he wasn’t going to be eating in a dog park and I scoured the inside pockets of my handbag until I found my keys. I gripped the remote to the front gate as the driver pulled onto our street and suddenly had a new fear - had I tidied the house before we left? No. The answer was, no. I had been running around like a madwoman trying to get Addie ready so I decided the toys on the floor and unfolded washing on the couch could wait for my return.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath and Pierre’s eyes shot to me through the little mirror on his sun visor, his eyebrow cocked in a silent question. “My house is a fucking mess.”

Click here for chapter eighteen.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @anotheroneiforgot

#pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 fanfic #running from the flames

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agerefandom · 11 months

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Agerefandom 2022 Masterpost

This is a belated collection of my content from 2022! If you’re interested, here are the previous years: 2021 and 2020!

In 2020, I wrote eighteen fics: In 2021, I wrote twenty-two. In 2022, I only wrote five full fanfictions, but that’s probably because I was writing so many more headcanons this year! Here are the fanfictions I wrote last year:

Angels At The Window (Hazbin Hotel, caregivers!Charlie and Vaggie, regressor!Reader) As Sleeping Amber (Phantom of the Opera, regressor!Erik, caregiver!Christine) Flourishing In Sunlight (Avatar: The Last Airbender, postcanon, regressor!Katara, careiver!Zuko) Fancy Tuna and Frantic Texts (Ouran High School Host Club, regressor!Haruhi, caregivers!Tamaki and Kyoya) Natasha Is Young (Great Comet of 1812, regressor!Natasha, caregiver!Helene)

In 2020, I wrote thirty-two headcanon posts! In 2021, that went down to nineteen, but in 2022 I wrote forty-three headcanon sets!

regressor!Gary King (World’s End) caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth) regressor!Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) flip!Sans (Horrortale) regressor!Adam/creature (Frankenstein) caregiverse!Sundrop and Moondrop (FNAF Security Breach) regressor!Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) regressor!Severus Snape (Harry Potter) caregiver!Pennywise (It) caregvier!Annabelle Crane (Magnus Archives) regressor!Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice musical) regressor!Jade Harley (Homestuck) caregiver!V (V for Vendetta) caregiver!Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus) regressor!Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls) caregiver!Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!13th Doctor (Doctor Who) regressors!Anna and Elsa (Frozen) regressor!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!Count Dooku (Star Wars) caregiver!Caleb Widogast (Critical Role) caregivers!Ruby and Sapphire (Steven Universe) regressor!Dana Scully (X-Files) regressor!Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) regressor!Stevonnie (Steven Universe) caregiver!Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) regressor!Sam Winchester (Supernatural) regressor!10th Doctor with caregiver!Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) regressor!Eleven (Stranger Things) regressor!Bea and caregiver!Mae (Night In The Woods) regressor!Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Disney Caregivers Gaston (Beauty and the Beast) Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) Bruno (Encanto) Tiana and Naveen (Princess and the Frog) Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas) Ariel (The Little Mermaid) Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Under the ‘keep reading’ I’ve collected links to my thirteen favourite moodboards from the seventy-three I made in 2023, and some of my favourite art and edits as well!

Favourite Moodboards:

caregiver!V

regressor!Will Graham

regressor!Dipper Pines

regressor!Erik/Phantom

regressor!Peter Parker

regressor!Kylo Ren

caregiver!Count Dooku

regressor!Charles Xavier

regressor!Cal Strider

caregiver!Bakugou

regressor!Shigaraki

regressor!Noah Czerny

caregiver!Jasper Cullen

Favourite Art/Edits:

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow

regressor!Jade Harley

regressor!Angel and regressor!Charlie edits

regressor!Himiko Toga

regressors!Mae and Gregg

regressor!Ashton and cg!FCG

regressor!Bruno Madrigal

#this was in my drafts from before my hiatus!!#i was supposed to put it out in january #but that's when i dropped off the map whoops #anyways here it is now!!!#sfw agere #fandom agere #misc fandoms #agere writing #masterpost #agere headcanons #regression headcanons #my writing #2022 masterpost

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full-cowlings · 2 years

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Moonlit Comforts | An Erik X GN! Reader | DQXI

Summary ; In which Erik finds [name] sitting outside the inn at the dead of night, in the pouring rain, trying to stop shaking and calm themselves down after a nightmare. Erik stays with them to calm them down, knowing how hard night terrors can be to go through alone.

Word Count ; 2K!

Warnings ; Nightmares & descriptions of a panic attack. Lyrics used from & based on ‘ Can You Kindly Calm Me Down ‘ by Meghan Trainor. originally posted on my wattpad

It began as a whispering in the air, the once clear skies now being covered in greyish clouds that kept away any moonlight that shone through the night. The sound of rain was a harmonic thrumming, nature’s white noise.

The song of nature’s tapping of the droplets hitting the inn’s window and rolling down to the ground was present, lulling the party members into an even deeper slumber.

Everyone sleeps soundly in their assigned rooms, finally getting some much needed rest through their busy day. Although [name] stirred in their sleep, their eyebrows furrowing as they seemingly frowned.

Shifting and turning, their breathing had picked up the pace rapidly when they had suddenly jerked themself awake.

The rising and falling of their chest was faster than what it should be, their breaths coming out heavy as they frantically looked around the room, trying to confirm this wasn’t another dream.

The familiar sight of the inn’s furniture and decorations had grounded them only slightly, still extremely shaken up from the clear memories.

Their eyes shifted towards the window, they needed air and they didn’t care if it was raining or not. Throwing themselves out of the supposed comfort of the covers, they left their room without trying to alert anyone else down the hall as they made their way to the front of the inn.

Gondolia was always a fairly warm place, simply being able to stay outside without a jacket was nice for the group of travelers.

So cold, alone. Could you be my blanket? Surround my bones, when my heart feels naked.

Settling down on the step of the building, the rain had already found them, splashing onto [name’s] skin as they started sniffling.

Memories haunted their thoughts through the nights, turning them into nightmares was a frequent thing, despite the constant struggle to try and stop them.

The blood pounded in their ears. Their heart thudded in their chest. Their hands shook. Their feet tingled. And their vision became disfigured through the new tears that were forming at the corners of their eyes.

It felt like they were being suffocated, like their own lungs were giving out on them as they tried to suck in air when they could. [name]’s mind grew hazy with worry, barely being able to see the world around them. The only thing stopping them from spacing out being the rain.

No strength, too weak, I could use some saving.

Erik couldn’t seem to fall asleep himself, simply not being tired as his mind thought about the journey they have ahead of them tomorrow morning.

The soft lullaby of the pattering rain gave him the relaxation he needed as he laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with thoughts in his head.

The clock ticked as the moments passed by.

Realizing he wasn’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon he decided to get a breath of fresh air before trying again.

Making sure he didn’t wake Eleven up from their shared inn room, he left the inn to go stand out into the pouring rain.

Although what he didn’t expect was to see his partner sitting on the steps, barely being able to keep that small part they had left of themself together.

“[name]?”

The sudden voice came as a surprise to the individual, embarrassment flooding through them as they realized they had been caught in such a vulnerable state.

The jitterish nature of them wasn’t what Erik was used to, which is why it was the confirmation that something was certainly not right.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me.”

His words came out softly, sitting beside [name] as he wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling them into his side gently, not even caring about how wet their clothes had gotten.

And your love's so strong. Like a pill, your love, I take it

The sudden embrace was comforting, knowing it was Erik’s. He always did go soft when it was just the two of them alone, or softer than he would ever show his friends, mainly Veronica’s teasing being the reason.

But when he knew [name] was hurting, physically or mentally, or even breaking down, he became extremely attentive, not caring about who was around or where they were at that time.

[name] was his priority, no matter where or when. Especially in this state.

Being pretty much rendered speechless from the hyperventilation, all they could really do was nod and lean into him as Erik asked a question, “nightmare’s again?”

Knowing how hard they were to deal with was something Erik had under his belt. He couldn’t count how many times he had them about what happened with Mia, so he was no less than experienced with dealing with them.

When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down? When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound?

“I’m here, alright? Nothing can hurt you anymore.”

His gloved hand found theirs and started rubbing soothing circles against their palm, his voice coming out gentle to try and ground them.

Erik was never good at comforting people, hell he could barely comfort himself when the situation called for it, but for [name] he’d do anything to keep them safe.

With his voice and presence being beside them, their breathing started slowing again, trying to find it's natural rhythm once more as they sniffled and cried into his shoulder.

His other hand found its way to their head, running his hands through their hair like they did to him when the scenario was reversed.

If I lay in pain, by my side would you stay? If I need you now, would you kindly calm me down? Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, would you kindly calm me down?

The rain downpoured around them, the skies now boisterous in the late night, thunder crackling in the distance. But they didn’t care, it didn’t matter.

Erik had slowly moved their position to one where they were now sharing an embrace, [name’s] head burying itself into the soft fabric of his green tunic.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

The words struck through them to their core, not knowing they needed to hear such words until now.

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

And with each sentence Erik spoke, [name] couldn’t tell if they were calming down or about to break down even more than they already were.

Perhaps it was alright that they weren’t strong all the time, if anyone taught them that it was Erik. Him opening up to them several times before made the realization hit them that even the toughest people can have enough.

Their boyfriend would always be there for them, hell he already always was.

They always told him that they didn’t deserve him, to which Erik would always just shake his head with that signature smile of his and say that it wasn’t true.

But moments like these only proved their words.

When my heart's not pure, would you kill my disease? And when there's no cure, you are just what I need.

“ It was just a nightmare. I’ve got you now- your dreams can’t hurt you. I’m here for you, okay? And I’m never going to leave ”

Taking a look at them, Erik wiped away the tears that mixed with the falling rain on their cheeks, the cool leather sending a chill down [name’s] spine.

Their heart had stopped thumping so loudly but the lingering claustrophobic feeling still stayed along with the pounding head.

Their head rested against the left side of his chest, ignoring the fabric that was now pretty much completely soaked through as they listened to the steady thumping of Erik’s heartbeat.

When I lose my mind, would you still remind me? When I'm feeling lost would you come and find me?

For the next few moments it's quiet as silence falls over them.

A comfortable silence.

The rain hasn’t stopped even a bit, although [name’s] negative feelings had, not completely, but they knew Erik would see through it that they would be safe.

Safe in his arms.

Away from monsters.

From harm.

From nightmares.

From Mordegon.

Like a pill, your love, I take it

Their eyes slowly started falling half closed, suddenly getting hit with an overwhelming sense of tiredness as they laid in Erik’s arms on the steps.

Noticing this, the thief couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle, his old self seemingly peaking through his concerned demeanor he had at the moment.

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“I… I can’t.” With their voice finally returning to them through the wave of serenity they had gotten, [name’s] eyes had glanced upwards to lock gaze with Erik’s azure ones.

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you. Just listen to the sound of my voice, alright?”

“Alright…”

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

The sound of Erik’s voice coming out as a gentle and soft tone was enough to let themself relax into his arms.

A few clouds had shifted, now allowing the moonlight to gleam on the couple in the most calming way.

When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down? When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound?

The silence fell over the two of them again as they slowly started to fall asleep, the sound of Erik’s heartbeat and the rain mixing together to create a calming atmosphere.

If I lay in pain, by my side would you stay? If I need you now, would you kindly calm me down?

Looking at the person he fell in love with during their journey, Erik couldn’t help but give a soft smile as he kissed their knuckles with care.

He hated to see them in pain, to see them hurt, and he swore to himself that he’d not only protect Mia and the Luminary, but [name] as well.

And that was a promise that he swore to keep. Nobody would hurt them while he was around, he wouldn’t allow them to and if they did, they’d have to answer him.

No harm would come to them, not when the blue-haired vagabond was there to protect them with his life. No matter the cost.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, would you kindly calm me down?

And as [name] fell asleep against his chest, he smiled as he picked them up in the most careful way to make sure they didn’t wake again.

Carrying them to his and Eleven’s inn room, deciding it would be better if they weren’t left to sleep alone again.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, would you kindly calm me down?...

He slipped the two of them under the covers, not caring about his wet clothing, he’d figure that out in the morning.

Erik made sure to hold them close to him, letting out a whispered sentence as he watched over them until he would fall into a slumber as well.

His words were soft as he whispered out one last thing, “I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

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theyraylovehate · 1 year

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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Erik Lehnsherr and sister reader for the 5-line-fanfic challenge. The 1st sentence: 'Mutations are a bitch.'

A/N: Set the moment the elevator doors open in DOFP. OC!reader has 2 mutations (can control metal like Erik, and stopped aging at around 16–the latter of which was discovered in their time apart).

Mutations are a bitch.

If there was one thing you had learnt in the unconventional years you’d been alive, it was that. Mutations, whatever they happened to be, were a bitch. It didn’t matter if you could use it for the good, or you could hide it from those less accepting. Mutations meant abnormal. You were abnormal.

The elevator doors opened. Charles punched Erik. Erik saw you as he nursed his jaw.

“Y/N?” Confusion passed like a wave across his face, and pain washed over yours. It had been years. Years since the day on the beach, and the moment you had decided you’d rather live a life in relative peace with Charles than continue to seek vengeance with Erik. Years since you’d learnt the truth of your mutation. That controlling metal wasn’t all.

You swallowed back a swell of emotions. You had expected to feel something, of course. Once, you and your brother had been all each other knew and loved. In the time away from each other, both of you had grown—and hadn’t—in unimaginable ways.

“Hi, Erik,” you said, your voice quiet and trembling. One part of your ached to run to him and hug him, if only to make up for lost time. The other needed to stay back, just to gauge his reaction. Because it had been a long, long time.

“You…you haven’t changed.” He stepped out of the elevator. Everyone was silent. Charles, his fists balled, moved to stand behind you, his eyes fixed on Erik. He’d been your brother for the past eleven years, there to help you harness your powers, there to comfort you when you missed Erik, there to support you through the discovery of your second mutation. The mutation that stopped your growth.

“Mutations are a bitch,” you said. There was no hint of cockiness or sarcasm. Nothing to suggest you were at all angry at him for not being there. Which you were. But it had needed to happen.

“Alright,” Logan said, his voice hesitant. Charles had spilled the basics of the situation between brother and sister on the plane over, but there was a lot the Wolverine still didn’t know. “We need to get out of here.”

Charles took your hand in his own and began to tug you away. Erik’s frown deepened and he rapidly shook his head, moving quickly forward and snatching up your other hand. “Why haven’t you changed?” He looked at Charles. “Why does she look the same, Charles?”

“We can talk about this on the plane,” Charles said firmly. He turned at the sound of men filing into the room, but you and Erik remained locked on each other, years of unspoken agony flowing between you. He seemed ready to argue against Charles’s words, too focused on you to recognise the danger you were all currently in, but you took your arm from his grip and clasped his hand before he could open his mouth.

“It’s okay, Erik,” you spoke quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I’ll tell you everything, but right now, we need to get out of here alive.”

Erik’s jaw tensed. His eyes flicked to Charles, to Peter and Logan, and then back to you. He rolled his shoulders back and nodded. “Alright,” he said.

Abnormality had no room for smooth sailing.

X-Men Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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inmymagnetoera · 5 months

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Hi! Got a fic prompt for you :)))

This might sound unusual (and I fully understand if u don't want to do it) but could you do a weight gain/chubby fic with either Charles or Erik? Or even both?

I was thinking of like the kids (be it the kids from the X-Men First Class era or Erik's kids or other characters) wanting to celebrate Christmas at the mansion or having someone dress up as Santa Claus and give out gifts. So either Charles or Erik has to be Santa Claus but neither of them can't/don't want to wear a fake belly. So one of them has to gain weight to look like a realistic Santa Claus while the other one can help them with reaching that goal.

Bonus: they both like/turned on by the weight gain (even if they deny it/don't want to admit it)

Bonus bonus: One of them likes to touch/grope/pinch/poke/etc. the person gaining weight.

Bonus bonus bonus: they decide to keep their new weight afterwards

Bonus bonus bonus bonus: sexy santa outfit for later ;)

Bonus bonus bonus bonus bonus: big man tiddies and bubble butts

Heyy, thanks for the request. I have to tell the truth, I was a little skeptical whether to do it or not at first because it was quite a new thing but it never hurts to try new things. I hope that what I have written fully satisfies you! (And if others want to submit a request, don't be shy!)

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Santa has got it

"Absolutely not!" Erik said looking at the red hat with the white wad in his hands.

“Honey, someone has to do it.” Charles said, sighing and sitting down on the brown leather sofa in his study. He ran a hand over his face and thought of a solution. Damn. He couldn't even be mad at Erik's children, he never could of course but they had created a little problem for both of the adults.

Pietro had come running to them that same morning in what looked like a bright red sweater and pants.

"One of you will be Santa Claus." The eleven year old boy said handing his parents the clothes.

"I'm sorry?" Charles asked placing the cup of tea on the table.

"Lorna watched a cheesy old movie and Santa Claus was in it, now she's convinced that on December 25th he'll come in person to bring the presents. Wanda and I don't care, I mean, I'm practically an adult now." Charles kicked Erik's shin when he saw that the man was about to burst out laughing at the last part of his son's sentence.

"But Lorna cares and will be disappointed if you don't."

“Darling, it's nice that you want to do this for your sister but I think Lorna is old enough now to stop believing in Santa Claus.” Erik said as he ran a hand over his son's head and ruffled his silver hair.

"Ok." Pietro said turning to leave but stopping at the door.

"I hope you are ready to explain to her that the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, the unicorns, the gnomes, the fairies and everything she reads in her storybooks don't exist either."

The two men fell silent.

"Okay, we'll do it." Pietro looked at them and smiled.

“You are good dads.” He said running out the door.

"I won't wear a fake belly. No, I never will." Erik said shaking his head and bringing his husband back to the present.

"Well I won't either." Charles replied, pouring some whiskey into two glasses and handing one to Erik.

"The solution would be to gain a few kilos. Not too many obviously but enough to look soft." Charles laughed and leaned against the table.

"Idea. Chess game and whoever loses has to do it."

"I'll take the chessboard." Erik said, finishing the whiskey in one gulp.

After a long match and a lot of swearing from both sides, Erik emerged victorious.

“Do you want me to go get you something to eat, honey?"

“Oh, fuck you, Erik.” Charles said drinking straight from the bottle to soften the defeat.

There was just over three months left before Christmas and Charles, like the good man of science that he was, found out how to gain weight.

"I'll have to eat pasta and carbs every day. I hope this doesn't ruin the taste of spaghetti." He said as he made a salad for his husband and Erik cooked him some pasta in return.

"Don't worry darling, I'll give you a hand." He said kissing his cheek.

The three months that followed were fairly uneventful. Charles ate his carbohydrates as planned and Erik always helped him not to overdo it or risk feeling sick. The children didn't notice the first month but by the second, Lorna had started to have suspicions.

"Dad why are you bigger?" She asked one day when Charles picked her up.

"Your father needs to be a little more careful about what he eats, don't worry." He said trying to suppress his killer instinct at the sight of Erik laughing.

On December 23rd, Charles weighed himself for the last time and felt proud of himself: in three months he had managed to gain about ten kilograms. He looked in the mirror and looked at his new form. His love handles protruded slightly from the khakis he was wearing. his entire torso was bigger and he pushed a hand against his stomach to feel the fat. He was amazed at the change but not in a bad way. He had always been thin, even as a child he ate little and moved a lot and had always had a fast metabolism so seeing himself like that was a bit of a surprise. His arms also looked bigger as did his thighs and, whether he imagined it or not, he didn't know, his face looked plumper too.

"Hey honey, Wanda asked me to..." Erik entered the room but stopped short at the sight of his husband. Of course he had noticed the change in his lover's body but that particular situation, Charles in only trousers and socks in the center of their large room, sparked something in him.

"You are beautiful." Erik said in a whisper. He approached his husband and began to run his hands over Charles' body. He started from the chest and lightly squeezed the now slightly protruding pectorals and went down to the hips, closing his husband in his grip.

"I like you like this." Erik said kissing him.

"Love, the kids." Charles said trying to escape the hold.

"The kids are across the house with your sister. She'll keep them busy for the next couple of hours." He brought his hands behind Charles' back and moved down to his buttocks, pinching them slightly.

"Pervert." Charles teased, finally pulling away and going to close the door.

“So while the kids are gone, show me how much you like me like this.”

And Erik didn't have to be told twice.

On Christmas night, everyone gathered around the large kitchen table, Lorna almost jumped in the air at the sight of a Santa Claus with a long white beard and splendid blue eyes coming through the door.

"Oh Oh Oh! I heard someone was a good kid this year." Charles almost fell to the floor when Lorna jumped into his arms.

"It went very well." He finally said, still in his red suit and hat when the children had already gone to sleep.

"You've been an amazing Santa, Honey. You have a gift for that." Erik said as he got into his husband's lap. They remained silent as Charles ran his hand over Erik's back and Erik played with his white beard.

“Are you going to… lose weight?” Erik asked as Charles continued to cuddle him.

"You'll still like me if I decide to?" Erik laughed.

"Charles, I'd love you even if you had to stay dressed like this for the rest of the year. It's just that... you look healthier like this." Charles looked at him questioningly.

"I sometimes forget that your mother's love language is making food for the people she loves. Maybe that's why you find me more attractive this way."

"Maybe." He said pulling the other's white beard down and kissing his husband.

"I don't think I want to lose weight, anyway. I'll still try not to overdo it though. Oh and by the way, you have to promise me you won't pinch me in public again though."

Erik looked at him and laughed.

“You like it when I do that.”

"It's not true!" Charles replied embarrassed.

The look Erik gave him made him doubt that too.

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