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Between Twilight

Summary: Y/N breaks up with her ex a few weeks prior to halloween and the day of the dead. She takes a vow of celibacy, but little does she know, a dead ex has bargained his way out of hell for one last night with her. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light for a last time and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel but her gift is a territorial demon.

A/N: Literally been writing this all Halloween night into today, the Day of the Dead, hardly proofread.

A/N: Mature 18+, consume at your own risk.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I mostly only write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

Y/N was tired of leaving her house. It seemed with the upcoming season of mischief and eclipse season starting that the world and those around her, or even once had the privilege to be around her, was causing all types of discord in her life.

Her job that was barely paying her enough to even be able to afford to take public transit there cut her hours, again. They also sent more merchandise to the store than there was space both on the floor and in the receiving backroom so everybody was stressed all the time. Not to mention her, one of her supervisors has been handsier than usual and when she brought it up everyone including management dismissed her. 

To make matters worse, her toxic ass ex has been popping up either at the beginning or the end of her shift, standing around just watching her from the display tables or even from his car outside. For what reason? She doesn’t know since she was under the impression they were done and that was that. He was the one that constantly berated her for ever having any emotional reaction to anything. Nothing she did was ever good enough and he always demanded she keep changing herself despite convincing her she was ‘everything he had been praying for’ when they first met. So imagine her shock when after months of no contact, he started popping up. She tried to dismiss it at first as simply an inevitable crossing of paths in a small town, but now she was just always on edge.

The exhaustion didn’t just come from the chaos of her days, but also the restlessness of her nights. Since ending her relationship, she’d taken a vow of celibacy that she thought would solve all her problems, but it seemed to be creating more. No matter how many times she made herself cum, she was always dissatisfied far more than any mediocre sex she’d had with any man that left her with not one release. It was frustrating and it turned her yearning for a satisfying orgasm up to a million especially when her best sexually satisfying partner was haunting her dreams. Young. A fuckboy of a man, who gave her the run around, dragging her heart behind him as bait. A man of few words and exploding passion, who was a selfish bastard unless he was pleasuring a woman. The one man that opened her to the depths her pleasure could take her. And she really could only call it a haunting since he’d died just over a year prior.

Little did she know, he hadn’t forgotten her either, even in death. In fact he’d used this time of profound alignment to bargain his way out of hell for just one more night with her. Prepared her mind by showing her just how he’d make up for lost time.

Two days before Halloween he scared her ex into an asylum, making it clear that the man would pay exponentially if he ever stalked Y/N again. The night before Halloween he convinced her supervisor to turn himself in to the police not just for the harassment, but also for every rape he actually committed. Imagine her surprise when she walked into work Halloween morning to find the police questioning the staff and was allowed to go home afterwards being told the business would be closed until the investigation was over. Seems management looked the other way because some of them were in on it.

She was ecstatic. Unlike her coworkers who had big Halloween plans to prepare for, she was going home to snuggle into the softness of her sheets with a full belly and a book, just the kind of night she’d been craving to revel in for months. She could stress over being jobless tomorrow. Y/N showed herself some love with a hot shower and an even hotter bath followed by a good rubdown with her homemade shea butter. She put on her best negligee and her fuzziest socks. After making a healthy heaping of pasta and bringing along a large glass of wine, Y/N plopped onto her comfy couch wrapped in her plush blankets, put on a familiar movie in her background and posted up with her latest steamy romance novel.

The movie she’d put on was rolling the end credits when she woke up with drool hanging from her mouth and her book slumped on her chest. The sun had just set leaving an orange hue on the clouds as the blue of the sky darkened which pulled her in for a few minutes. This is what she loved about living, what she wished she could have more time to admire. The moments when creation showed off just a little and revealed just how magical life was if you only knew where to look. Over the years she’d given up hope that she’d find someone to share the wonder her eyes found in everyday moments, now content to keep the wonder for herself.

She put the kettle on as she cleaned up the dishes of dinner and pulled out a few cookies to go with her tea. On her way to her bedroom she turned out the kitchen light and scooped up the book, failing to notice the visitor watching her from the shadow cloaked reading nook in the corner of her apartment. Nor did she see him follow her into the room and perch himself on her ottoman as she placed her tea and cookies on her nightstand and removed her socks to get comfortable under her covers.

The man spoke before she could sit, “It’s just like you to be a perfect balance of soft and sinfully sexy,” startling her to the floor. He quirked his head and added, “and just as clumsy as ever. Has nothing about you changed?”

Y/N stared up from the floor trying to process her unwelcome visitor and the words coming out his mouth.

“Young? Is that you?” she asked shakily.

He got up from his seat, seeming to tower over her in a way he never had before, practically stretching the material of his shirt and pants at his shoulders and thighs. If she didn’t know better, she would say he’d found a gym in the afterlife and gone beast mode. He looked better than ever in a fitted black T-shirt, painted black pants, his locs fresh and braided back, and a simple gold chain to match the vampiric golds in his mouth.

“I go by Blood now, but yeah babygirl, it's me, in the flesh. In a manner of speaking.”

“Young S-,” he pinned Y/N with an icy glare, daring her to speak his full name, especially his middle one, “-Blood.”

“If you’d like to keep that pretty voice of yours, I suggest you call me by last name now. Just my last name.”

“Boy, I ain’t use no nicknames when we were together and I damn sure am not going to start now.” Y/N glared back at him, not one to back down from a challenge, “Young.”

Blood clapped his hands together and smiled with a sinful glee. “There she is! I thought she’d been killed off from dealing with the dusty ass niggas you’ve been entertaining in my absence.”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Blood gripped her up by her throat, gently tugging her into a standing position. “Just because I welcome your claws coming out again, doesn’t mean I won’t take pleasure in clipping them back down.”

Maintaining eye contact, Y/N grabbed ahold of his balls squeezing and rolling them around her hand just a tad too aggressively. “Don’t forget I’m just as capable of clipping yours.”

Blood tightened his grip on her throat and leaned close to her face so that their breaths mingled together and she could easily see the red of his eyes. “Don’t test me little one, I’m not the man you once knew and I am having trouble not tearing you apart as it is.”

A little frightened and turned on by his obvious transformation and statement, Y/N released her grip on his balls, laying her hands against his chest, swallowing thickly as she nodded her head and hummed her assent. A hum that quickly turned into a moan when Blood ran a lone thumb whose nail grew to a sharp point along her breastbone and down her negligee, ripping it open and drawing the slightest bit of blood. Her moans grew louder when he let the rough flat of his tongue lick up the thin line and latch onto her nearby waiting nipple.

Her flat hands gripped the back of his neck as he continued to lave at both her breasts, bringing their nipples to diamond points, every so often nibbling on them and even nicking her areolas to suck on a little of her blood there too. He groaned at the feel and taste of her, relieved to finally have her back in his hands and mouth, satisfied to finally taste the one part of her that was new to him.

Blood released her for a few moments easing her to a lying position on the bed, savoring her glazed over eyes, the quick rise and fall of her chest, and the tight nipples resting in the center of her chocolate areolas. “I still remember the smell and taste of your orgasms, but for the life of me I can’t remember what you sound like mamas, all the different noises you’re capable of making.”

Y/N cracked her eyes at him, astonished by the pleasure coursing through her veins despite the little attention he’d shown her body.

“Let’s remember together just how many noises I can get you to make, huh?”

Before she could register his words, Blood had her in the center of the bed with her knees almost hugging her ears. He dove in face first, making sure to wipe his face in the juices she already had pooling out of her. He looked down at her pussy in awe. “See lil mama? I ain’t even done nothing yet and she’s already gushing for me.” Y/N started moaning when he gave her lower lips a french kiss and was unable to keep quiet the rest of the night.

After Blood tongued her down like he was scared he was going to lose his tongue he added two fingers to her clenching hole. “See Y/N/N, I told you this pretty pussy missed me. Look at how she’s sucking in my fingers, like a starved little thing. You ain’t been feeding her properly?” All Y/N could do was make incoherent noises, quickly sinking into the tsunami of pleasure that only Young could plunge her into. “That’s okay, imma give her a full course meal,” Blood said as he added two more fingers and found her g-spot, rubbing against it in a come hither motion.

Y/N’s moans quieted and her mouth dropped open with a silent O as she squirted all over Blood’s face, chest, and forearms.

Blood quickly removed his fingers and used both hands to hold Y/N’s legs open as he latched his mouth over her whole pussy, lazily rolling his tongue through her folds as her orgasm seemed to keep going. He drank all that she had to give and when it seemed her faucet had no more, he started over making her orgasms bleed into one another. Blood played in and ate her pussy for what felt like forever. When she became too over sensitive and started to try and push him away, still he ate. Even when she resorted to harsh bucking and beating his shoulders with weakened blows, still he ate. He kept going until she was pliant and too weak to fight back and only then did he give her a reprieve.

A very short reprieve since he was naked with only a literal snap of his fingers. She had just mustered the strength to peel her eyes open when he rested between her legs allowing his dick to sit snugly between her folds.

Blood flashed her his signature cocky smirk, “Hey there stranger.”

Filled with a level of shyness only he could curate, Y/N squeaked out a meek “Hi” in response.

“Now I know that cute ass ain’t getting shy on me now?” He leaned in to give her a long wet kiss. “Not after I got you so open again?” He gave her another, shorter, wet kiss.

Blood pulled his hips back until the tip was nestled in Y/N’s entrance. “Huh, lil mama?” Looking down at her pretty face and glistening pussy, he started to nudge her opening, not slipping in, but teasing her with the promise of what that pressure would turn into.

Y/N shook her head and grunted, “uh uh.”

“Now you know I like it when you speak up for me Y/N, speak up mamas.”

Y/N let out a weak groan, but that was nowhere near what Blood wanted from her so he pushed the tip in dragging a deep chorus of whines from them both. Blood let his head fall back as he savored their joining. “Fuck. I knew this pussy would be worth the trip back.”

Y/N let out a weak, “please.”

Blood’s eyes snapped back to her body with bloodlust coating his eyes.

“That’s right, beg.”

He grabbed ahold of both her thighs as anchors and pushed all the way in to the hilt. Y/N was back to being his fuck doll and the only thought that she could muster was I hope this isn’t a dream because I don’t wanna wake up.

Knowing just how his babygirl liked to be filled he stayed right where he was, circling his hips in a grinding motion, doing his best to not let even a centimeter of his dick leave her precious pussy. He started out slow and soft but it didn't take long for him to get to heavily pushing his dick into her cervix, practically marking her from the inside out.

What started out as whines quickly grew to full chested sobs as Blood came in her and kept going, seeming to keep getting harder the more he came in her. To try and quiet the feral beast that would never be satisfied as well as hide his new companion from his old lover, Blood bit her neck where it joined with her shoulder. He made sure she’d have a giant hickey in the morning and laved at the little blood that escaped from the tiny wound.

Unable to keep him at bay and determined not to stop, Blood flipped Y/N over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. Giving her a few very ungentle spankings to both cheeks, Blood plunged back into her with no precedent eliciting a mangled groan from the limp woman beneath him.

Dissatisfied with hearing her moans muffled, Blood pulled her up by her throat holding her back to his chest as he fucked her like he’d never fuck again. She was well and truly his fuckdoll at this point, no energy to stop him or tell him to stop, at the mercy of his unforgiving pleasure, unable to stop the animalistic noises he pulled from her.

He punctuated each thrust with his words, “such a good little one, so perfect, perfect pussy, perfect fucking body, the sweetest taste, the most devine smell, the most delectable noises.” Y/N let out a half scream at the last thrust that he seemed to put some of his supernatural strength into.

“That’s it mama, scream for me.” Y/N came hard, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped, suddenly passed out from the pleasure.

Blood released his tight hold on her, but refused to pull out, still hard enough to cut steel. After he eased her to the bed, softly stroking the side of her face and neck as he whispered his version of sweet nothings in her ear.

“Come back to me babygirl. I’ve missed you so much and I’ve only got so much time to appreciate you and your body before I go back. Open those pretty eyes and give me one of those glares huh? Come cuss me out before I make you cuss in contentment.”

Y/N groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open, coming back down to Earth like molasses.

“That’s a good lil mama. Now I need you to work with me so we can get one more good nut out before I have to go.”

Y/N whined and squirmed in his grasp, too scared of what more pleasure would do to her.

“Uh uh, we not done yet Y/N/N,” Blood smacked her ass, “behave.”

Y/N groaned but stilled her wiggling. Still pliant, Blood was easily able to get Y/N on her back again and position her legs around him so that they were in missionary without ever removing himself from her snatch.

Y/N looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.”

Blood gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form.

Y/N turned her head away.

Blood took each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the side of her head and started moving again, beginning with slow and deliberate strokes. “Look at me.”

Y/N’s body was back in tune with his but now that she’d had more than a few moments her mind wasn’t anymore so she kept her head turned away as he worked for every reaction he got out of her. Every hitch of her breath and scrunch of her brows, every pout of her lips was his to keep, but it was the love he knew would be in her eyes that Blood craved.

He pulled her arms up so he could grasp both wrists in one hand and her face in the other, but when he turned her, she closed her eyes, still unwilling to give in.

“Fine. Be that way, but keep them hands right there.”

Blood moved his hands to the crook of her knees, pushing her legs back as far as they’d go, and kept his same slow and deliberate strokes, but added more pressure behind each one. Hitting her walls harder and harder with each thrust, careful to keep all the sperm he’d dispensed thus far firmly in her pussy.

When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her hands moved down to his chest and her eyes popped open in shock. Now that they were locked, she couldn’t look away from his burning red gaze as he marked her womb with all that he was. He couldn't even be mad she disobeyed him since he got what he wanted with the bonus of having her on his skin.

Cupping her ass cheeks in each hand he drove into her over and over, refusing to let her break his gaze. Just when she thought she could take no more he spilled into her as her most powerful orgasm consumed her from toe to head.

Blood put his lips to her ear and whispered as they came together, “Whenever you’re missing me again, come look for me on auspicious nights between twilight.” He tongued her down as the blue of the sky signaled the awakening of morning and just as her eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure he whispered out, “Happy Day of the Dead. Say hi to your grandmother for me.”

—---

Y/N awoke the next morning right where he left her the night before, unsure if what she had experienced was real. Just when she started to rationalize it as the most powerful haunting dream she’d had yet, she rolled out of bed and walked to her mirror. Each step made her focus on the various sore spots he’d left for her to feel over the next week and every minute in front of the mirror revealed a map of love bites and scratches that was his signature.

She guessed she could indeed find him…

…between twilight.

[fictioninmyblood]

I’m a little late and little bad with following instructions but I did it!!!

Make Up and Make a Plate

Summary: Erik shows up to your thanksgiving celebration after a few days of not seeing you after an argument. Being the life of your family party, he has to make his case known quickly before someone come looking for you and leave your family with the proper impression by the end of dinner so you’ll leave with him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, D/s themes, Erik being charming and devious simultaneously.

A/N: I write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

You were struggling to make it through thanksgiving day with your family despite this usually being your least hated holiday. You loved seeing your family and how everyone had changed over the year, this was usually the day you could count on seeing more people than normal. But fucking Erik had you stressed out again.

He had business to attend to and went M.I.A., so when he’d just popped up like he hadn’t gone radio silent without an explanation she was furious. Again. All she wanted was a little fucking communication, a little heads up that he seemed to turn on and off at a whim.

But no matter how pissed she was when he walked into the front door of her family home when she was in the middle of helping her mom, sister, a few aunts, and mom mom, she was also really relieved to see with her own two eyes that he was safe with no noticeable marks. He charmed his way through meeting her entire family while the collective that directly raised you held you hostage helping with meal prep.

By the time you were released from the confines of the kitchen, it was dark outside and it was Erik who shined his winning smile as bail.

You wanted to simultaneously punch him, bite him, and fuck him. But when he fixed his lips to politely ask, “Hey aunties and future sis, may I borrow your beautiful daughter right quick? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it and would like to have a few moments alone with my lil mama before dinner.”

They couldn’t help but let loose a chorus of “sure young man” and “yes” among other things against his charming assault. That man had the ability to woo a woman out of a country if she let him.

So to briefly show him your thanks and save face in front of your family you gave him a quick peck, thanked him, and grabbed his hand to lead him to a more private area of the property with your nosey family looking after yawl.

You walked with him to your favorite bench just past the tree line and out of sight of the kitchen windows.

You don’t know where he got it but he wrapped a blanket around the both of your shoulders forcing you to be close to him. Of course he took it further and wrapped an arm around your waist, placing his hand underneath your shirts and underwear to lay on the curve of your love handles and ass.

You tried to pull away when he nuzzled your neck kissing your most sensitive spots, but his other hand quickly wrapped around you to complete the lock of his embrace.

“Uh uh mama. Where you think you going?”

“Where you been?” Y/N countered.

“I’ve been working lil mama, we had this convo.”

“Indeed we have, but not this time around. Just because you told me to trust you’re okay when you go silent, doesn’t make it any easier to do so when there is literally no verbal confirmation ahead of time.”

Erik gently grasps your chin to turn your face to him despite your unwavering crossed arms, he knows you’re mostly all talk with him, more so wanting to show him you could stand up to him. You loved him deeper than the understanding of knowledge that was in the world so there were no words for either of you to use to explain the precarious circumstances. You, it seemed, had an endless well of patience for him and he knew he could always count on that to win his way back into your heart because for you, he could never leave it.

“Now lil mama, what did I tell you the last time I went M.I.A.? Hmm?”

Y/N snatched her face out of his hands to look away from him, but he was quick to bring her face back to meet his eyes.

He doubled down, so sure that what he said just absolved him, “What’s my motto mamas?”

“Whenever you disappear, never have any fear, you’re working towards our good and protecting us the best you know how.” You mumbled, a little peeved that it did kinda make sense. You just wanted to make sure he was okay, hear it from his lips and heart.

He kept pecking your lips until your eyes fluttered shut and you let his tongue in. He sucked your soul out and breathed it back into you with a whole new energy. That’s all it took for you to be moving of his accord straight into his lap with the blanket closing around you as cover.

He pulled back from the lip lock and held your chin in his fingers. “Then why you mad mamas, if you already know?” He cocked his head at you and took in the myriad of emotions that crossed your face.

You couldn’t even be mad but your depraved mind and heart wanted to be justified in your pouting.

“But…, you…, not fair,” you settled on.

Erik palmed your cheeks bringing you flush against him to give you another soulful kiss, no time to really get deep into your feelings.

Erik moaned, finally able to acknowledge the deep ache that always filled him when he was away from you too long. You made him want to sit and savor each embrace.

“I know mamas but you want me to make it up to you right quick?”

Eager for whatever action he’d use as an apology, Y/N nodded, dehydrated for his affections.

“Nah, that ain’t good enough. Ask me out loud, tell me what you need little one.”

“I need you Baba E. Please let me feel you for a little bit.”

He laid his hand against your neck and gave you a few soft pecks.

“All you had to do was ask mamas,” he said between kisses up and down her neck. “Them stockings under that skirt go all the way up or can I reach up and touch my pretty pussy.”

“I’m wearing the garters you got me Baba.”

“Good girl.”

He worked his way back up to her lips and got nasty, showing her exactly how’d he properly treat his favorite girls when he got he back to their home in the city.

“Open that mouf up,” he commanded.

Y/N complied and was rewarded with a fat loogie that immediately dampened her panties to the point of being soaked, outdoing the light stickiness that’s been growing since he walked in the door and kissed the side of her face. He tongued her down as he pulled himself out of his pants, not needing to do many prep pumps, she had him hard as hell the moment he locked eyes with her.

Erik was not surprised to find that she was drenched for him when he pulled her panties to the side and thrust a few fingers knuckle deep to test her waters.

“Fuck mamas! You so damn wet and ready.” He dug her out, pulling a quick orgasm from her as he continued to assault her mouth with his tongue, fucking her in more than one way. “Mmhmm, that’s right. Give me alladat.”

As soon as he started to feel the clenching of her pussy slow down he lifted her and slid home, where his tip was nudging her cervix and her ass was keeping his balls warm.

Y/N wanted to scream at the fullness of the pleasure she was suddenly feeling after weeks of no satisfaction with just her hands but knew she had to stay quiet for fear of outing them to her family. She already knew he was going to have her walking back into the house flustered and wobble legged, the last thing she wanted to do was give anyone real evidence of why.

Knowing time was of the essence and the sooner he get her back inside the sooner he could convince her to go back home, Erik got to work. He grasped her hip and made her whine her hips to get the best possible orgasm.

Every time he pulled her hips forward towards him causing her clit to rub against the patch of his pubes she got more desperate. He was fucking and loving on all the deepest parts of her pleasure and it wasn’t going to be enough to get this quickie in. She knew she was desperate for the full course meal and dessert, this appetizer was barely going to sate her sexual appetite.

Despite this she rode him until she floated in her bodiless form above them watching as he unloaded in her as quietly as he could, slamming back into all of the sensation he was creating and falling into a surprise third orgasm.

She didn’t know where he was hiding it, but was pleasantly surprised to find a plug in his hand. He was swift as he plugged her up right after he slid out of her still hard enough to cut diamonds.

“This doesn’t come out until we get home.”

Y/N nodded still in a daze as Erik stood her up on unstable legs, smoothing her skirt back into place.

After quickly fixing himself best he could, he led them back into the house, with her hand firmly in his grasp, as soon as the family was starting to gather in the dining area for grace. Perfect timing.

If he could’ve had you in his lap the whole time he would’ve but this was his first time meeting the majority of your family and he was trying to behave. So, he settled for a hand on your thigh or holding your hand throughout the night. It helped to know that you were stewing in your collective juices too.

He couldn’t wait till yawl got home, he was gonna make you beg him to fuck you already and then make you beg him to stop. And he was gonna mark you up and down, inside and out, down to the center of yourself.

You’d like to cuss him out but the reminder both verbally and physically has you in a stupor all night. Currently, Erik was being so deceptively sweet physically and verbally downright nasty, explaining in quiet detail how he was going to fuck her until she’s screaming and crying. All the while feeding her to ensure she ate more than her usual fair share of food. She knew he was going to keep his promise.

He was filling her mind with his words in preparation for a long night and filling to go boxes for a long weekend, showering her with nothing but his love and affection.

She looked at him and caught him staring her down as she ate her cheesecake, smirking at how flustered she was. It wasn’t her fault how hypersensitive she was to the grazes of his fingers over the material of her thigh high stockings. Nor was it her fault how jumpy she was every time he’d lean in to whisper whatever dirty thought popped in his head and kissed the shell of her ear.

He’d been getting to her more and more all night. And if he didn’t take them home to fulfill every promise made to her soon, she would explode.

And by the look of his smile, he knew it.

Okay fanfic writers, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is a filthy 100 word drabble, for any pairing, to be posted on Thursday, in time for American Thanksgiving.

Ready, set, write!

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I Meant That Shit

Summary: N’Jadaka gets tired of waiting for Y/N to forgive him and come home, so he decides to let Killmonger bring her back, kicking and screaming if necessary.

Warnings: 18+, noncon/con, smut, D/s themes, Entitled and pissed Erik being devious. Shouldthere be a warning for angst?

A/N: This was supposed to be short, but here we are. Enjoy my sexually starved thoughts.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

After his reluctant rehabilitation, there weren't many things that brought out his killer instinct anymore. However, it seemed that lately, despite all the sparring, therapy, and meditation sessions, Erik couldn’t shake the urge to knock some sense into his girl Y/N. 

A few weeks prior when she told him she needed space and couldn’t stay in Wakanda and ignore her life anymore, he said some things. She took it the wrong way and told him they were over, as if.

When she first left, Erik was sure she’d break down and FaceTime him or use the kimoyo beads he taught her to use. She was always more vocal about missing him, so he just assumed she’d break down and restart their communication. Imagine his surprise when a whole two weeks rolled by without so much as a text, call, or video chat. He was desperate for anything from her, even a verbal lashing, but by the time a month came and went, he felt like a fiend going through withdrawal.

During week six, his excitement to finally lay his eyes on Y/N was quickly cut short when he realized she was still talking to his family even though he had been getting the silent treatment. That displeasing information lit him like a powder keg when he saw another man in Y/N’s background, getting dressed no less. T’Challa dragged him from Shuri’s lab ready to bust a gasket when his babygirl asked Shuri to go into a different room and his little cousin actually listened! His whole family was against him again it would seem.

When T’Challa got him back to his room, all he did was pace. It was ten full minutes of the king warily watching his cousin stew when M’Baku walked right into the line of fire as Erik turned to beat the shit out of his cousin. T’Challa easily dodged the current threat on his life as the giant grabbed Erik’s hands in one of his, quickly disarming him and making the pouting man even more enraged. 

“You all have been talking to her this whole time?” N’Jadaka roared.

“Just Shuri and I. She made us promise to let you figure it out for yourself, but you’ve been failing miserably cousin! Absolutely clueless!” T’Challa replied.

Erik struggled against M’Baku’s vice grip to no avail.

“No shit Sherlock. I’m gonna whoop yawls asses. M’Baku let me go.”

“Not until you promise to have a conversation with your mouth instead of your hands. I am not prepared to get involved in another war between you two.”

Erik took a few deep breaths. “Fine, I’m good.”

Once M’Baku was sure there would be no immediate violence he let go.

“You better start explaining real fucking soon T,” Erik spat, pointing an accusatory finger at T’Challa.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N is struggling to accept that you actually want her around long term!” T’Challa word-vomited.

If the prince wasn’t already enraged, the king and tribal chief would’ve laid out in hysterics at how N’Jadaka’s face screwed up. “How sway! How?!”

“From what Shuri has explained and I’ve gathered in my eavesdropping is that she thinks you only want to claim her without actually growing with her. Everything is on your terms, your way, in  your time. She’s been far more  patient than most would be with you so I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Erik jumped at T’Challa, scaring him and the big gorilla chief. “I oughta beat you up for keeping your mouth shut.”

“She and Shuri threatened me within an inch of my life and they scare me more than you. Besides, according to them, you can’t keep relying on us to figure out what’s going on in your relationship and I couldn’t find a valid disagreement.”

Erik nearly did slap T’Challa at the last sentiment.

“Aye aye!” M’Baku shouted, getting between the two yet again, “He is being truthful now. That counts eh? And if I may interject, I think you’re aiming your anger at the wrong person.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Erik said, deflating under the weight of that truth, “but his ass still bout to pay me back and I know just how.”

————-

A few hours later…

“You know, when I told you that you could pay me back with The Royal Talon Fighter, I didn’t expect you to tag along.”

“Who else was going to keep an eye on our Wakandan technology or keep you from murdering anyone in the vicinity of Y/N, especially any man?”

Erik rolled his eyes and huffed. “I guess.”

“Or Y/N from killing you for just showing up jealous despite being radio silent since long before she left Wakanda.”

“Alright alright! You made your point. Damn! Just drive the fancy metal.”

—

Erik was all confidence until the second they landed in Atlanta. Yeah, Killmonger was out for blood and was ready to bring their girl back kicking and screaming if necessary, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens? He was a nervous fucking wreck.

T’Challa and M’Baku’s words really struck a nerve and he had nothing but time to stew over them on the ride to your family’s hometown ranch. Before he met you, Killmonger made all the decisions, kept him alive and ahead of the game, whatever game he was surviving at the moment. He lived like that for well over a decade when he met you, but you didn’t bat an eyelash at his swift mood swings, his bloodthirst, or his possessiveness, often putting him in place. You handled him with love and care, showing him how to become the softer version of himself without sacrificing your boundaries too much. He was quickly realizing that he sometimes pushed too hard, took too much, neglected your requirements. It was your stern patience, however, that was enough to allow you to become the first person to get him the person instead of him the killer to come out and communicate, interact, and live rather than survive. 

You did it for him a second time around when he came out of cryo too. He hadn’t told you anything about how he would go about his goals, opting just to disappear and execute so it was a surprise of a lifetime to wake up to your beautiful Y/E/C. After getting over his initial anger over you seeing the worst of him, you were the first person he responded to or let touch him during his recovery. Even going so far as not allowing the medical staff to redress his wounds if he was awake.

Only your touch soothed him, only your voice gave him peace. You made him less of a killing machine and more human again, made him want to address the tsunami of emotions and trauma that he lugged around. He didn’t want to jeopardize your willingness to be that for him but he recognized how you were always giving all you had just to receive an inch of progress from him. If that.

Unfortunately, all of his introspection and nervousness flew right out of the truck T’Challa had them in when he saw you walking up to your personal guesthouse with a man in tow. Killmonger immediately took the reins pushing him and his feelings down into the abyss, and leaping out of the car before T’Challa could come to a complete stop with his cousin calling after him.

“Y/N!” Killmonger shouted from the end of the long-ass driveway, rage evident in his voice.

Y/N was haphazardly trying to get her drunk cousin up the stairs while nervously dropping her keys when she heard Killmonger. She’s only encountered him a few times since meeting Erik, after the first time she brought him back to himself, he did his best to keep that part from her. It didn’t always work since any repressed feeling or issue the man had was poured into his alter ego, feeding his desire to be wild and untamed in his decision-making. So she knew he was out for blood with just the sound of her name.

She got the key in just as Killmonger got to the beginning of her walkway up to the house. As quickly as she could, she pulled her cousin in, slamming and locking the door in her partner’s face, leaving the beast to bang on her door and demand entrance.

“I’m not dealing with your bulldozing tactics Kill! You can come back when Erik is ready to face his fucking feelings and have an adult conversation!”

“If you know what’s good for you and that nigga in there, you better open this ghatdamn door Y/N!” He roared in response.

Y/N’s cousin couldn’t stop laughing, no matter how much she waved him off. Getting trashed 3 nights in a row after a bad breakup and crashing with his favorite cousin after hearing how she was hiding from both the world and the love of her life as well didn’t prepare him for seeing her so out of character. One second she was fleeing from the man, the next she was big and bad from behind a locked door in all her 5’5” glory. It was comical as hell to him.

“You know you look constipated when you cuss? Like that stick in your ass is fighting every syllable.” He said, immediately dying in another fit of laughter at his analogy.

“Who the fuck is that in there with you, Y/N, and don’t fucking lie!”

“The next man. Nice to meet you. You must be the ex.” her cousin shouted out in a drunken slur to Y/N’s horror.

Yeah, she knew she wasn’t in the wrong, and there was no reason to defend herself against this man, but she knew not to press certain buttons once Kill made an appearance. Her cousin, unfortunately, had no discernment to see that he had just pressed the biggest red button Kill had when it came to her.

Y/N watched the myriad of emotions that crossed Erik’s face through the peephole, praying to every ancestor and display of the creator she could think of that this man wasn’t going to go full psycho-killer on them both. The last thing she needed was him taking several steps back in his healing just to unnecessarily add another scar, maybe 2 with how pissed he looked. 

Y/N turned back to her cousin, ready to kill him for putting her in even hotter water, only to find that nigga was sleep, leaving Y/N to deal with the consequences on her own. 

As soon as she had that thought her ears piqued, taking in how silent it had gotten. All she could hear was the crunch of gravel as T’Challa finally pulled in and got out. When she peeked outside the peephole again, she was met with a confused T’Challa looking for Erik.

A chill ran up her spine and her blood ran cold as she slowly turned to her current worst fear; Killmonger pissed as hell, staring her down with a knife to her cousin’s throat.

“Give me one good reason not to paint your brand new carpet with this nigga’s blood Y/F/N then fuck you on the new color.”

Putting her hands up in a placating manner, Y/N slowly inched towards Kill, stopping when he dug the knife just slightly deeper, exposing a thin line of blood, as her cousin slept unawares.

Donning a submissive voice as if she was talking to a wild animal, “Erik, baby calm down.”

“Don’t baby calm down me! You out here giving other niggas what’s mine? Mine Y/N!”

“That’s not–”

“Don’t tell me that’s not what’s going on when you’ve been M.I.Fucking.A. for weeks! And the first thing I see both on video chat and in person is you with some random?! I’ll murder every nigga to ever touch you, keep tryna play me.”

“Nobody’s playing you Daka, look closer, you know him. I promise I haven’t been stepping out on you.” Y/N continued on, internally rolling her eyes at the toddler temper tantrum she had to placate this nigga out of. “My stupidly in love, trying to escape his own heartache, and loves drama when drunk cousin that you have met several times was just egging you on.”

Kill looked closer to the man’s face and released the filter of rage clouding his judgment, upon closer inspection he realized they’d met at several of the many family gatherings he’d attended with Y/N/N. Slowly easing the knife from her cousin’s throat, Erik struggled to fight back tears at his behavior. He was proving he wasn’t good enough for her, he hadn’t actually changed all that much. Kill took the reins once again, unwilling to let him process his feelings of abandonment and betrayal just yet. Rushing towards Y/N, he laid the knife flat on the side of her face, taking up residence on the other side.

Biting a huge hickey along her jawline, before grasping her earlobe in between his teeth, Killmonger growled, “So if you ain’t been fucking him, who you been fucking?”

Although Y/N knew she logically had nothing to feel guilty about, how he was questioning her made her want to lie down and worship him as an apology regardless. She took a deep breath to center herself, understanding that any sign of nervousness would be taken as an omission of guilt.

Y/N ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulder blades to hold his face in her palms. He reluctantly released her earlobe to allow her to face him, naturally allowing the blade to rest against her neck ever so gently.

“N’Jadaka. Erik, baby? Look at me, I have been trying to live without you miserably for the last few weeks. I’ve only been going out since Y/C/N got here and I have to beg for breaks because I’m basically his chaperone. You believe me don’t you?”

Erik looked at her with suspicion clouding his eyes. He dropped the knife and held her throat in his hands, squeezing just tight enough to hint to either pleasure or pain, pushing her against the front door.

“Ion know. Why should I?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N took a chance and palmed his face, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Cause you know that no matter how much you stress me out, isolate yourself from me, or threaten anyone who seems to have more access to me than you, that I love your crazy ass.”

Erik squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt her but enough to reassert his dominance. Y/N put a hand over his, doing her best to ground herself in the feeling of his hands rather than how much she wanted to cum from the pressure of them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N squeaked out, “I love every version of you, no matter how threatening any of them may be and I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Nah, princess, the other part.”

“No matter how threatening-” she started, but was cut off by the growl emanating from Erik’s chest and the pulsing release and pressure of him allowing her small gasps of air. “You know what I mean Y/N, don’t test me lil mama.”

Erik held his squeeze on her neck, tilting it ever so slightly to lick the side of her face and hold her earlobe between his teeth, tugging.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the guttural moan if she tried. Just barely keeping her eyes from rolling back and donning her sweetest sub voice, she said, “I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me big daddy. It literally makes me nauseous.”

Erik released her ear with a wet snap against her face, “It does?”

Y/N hummed and nodded her head as best she could in her current predicament.

Killmonger covered the forgiving face Erik started to make, replacing it with one of his stern, unyielding looks. “Then why you leave me and give me the silent treatment for weeks?”

Y/N whined at the tightening of his hands, closing her eyes to savor the pleasure only he could illicit lighting her body on fire.

Erik bit her bottom lip roughly, nearly drawing blood. “That’s not an answer.”

Losing the battle against her libido and subspace, Y/N whined again.

In a faux sweet voice Erik said, “Awww, is little mama already too far gone in her head thinking about all the ways imma mark you.”

Y/N nodded again, lost in the many images she’d acquired from her sexual experiences with Erik and Kill over the years.

“Good.” And with those words, Y/N was suddenly looking at Erik’s ass and the floor as he stomped upstairs to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

He tossed her on the bed and roughly stripped her of her clothes, halter top first, bottoms and panties all in one fell swoop last, leaving her heels on.

He positioned her over his knee and popped her cheeks until her bottom was flushed with his favorite shade of reddish purple and warmed his hands with the heat she emanated.

By the time he was done, Y/N wanted to be a ball of tears, but could only sniffle, her voice too shy to make an appearance when Kill took the reins of their scenes like this for fear of upsetting him further.

Erik used his knee to spread her legs open far enough to see her flower drenching her thighs in her nectar for him. He took two fingers to swipe some of it onto them for him to put in his mouth and savor, groaning at how much sweeter she seemed to have gotten since last he held her.

He laid her onto the bed and got up to undress himself, slapping her already sore ass when she didn’t move a muscle.

“You know what’s up. Face down, ass up lil mama.”

Y/N groaned but slowly inched her way into position. Already feeling like jello, she barely put an arch in her back, struggling not to lay back down and pass out.

Killmonger was not happy with that. After he’d removed everything except his grills and chain he let both his palms come down on her cheeks simultaneously.

Sounding more animal than human, “If you don’t assume the position like you got some sense, I swear to the gods Y/N.”

She was still lethargic, but was eager to experience less of his painful assaults and more of the pleasurable ones that she knew were around the corner. It took all of her strength but she was able to inch herself into position, deepening her arch just the way he demanded with her arms by her side and her cheek resting against the comforter.

“Good girl.”

With how pliant she was to his commands and the evidence of how much she trusted and wanted him dripping down her thighs, it took all of his restraint not to plunge himself into her until he felt her cervix try to push him back out.

Y/N smiled faintly at the praise, humming and wiggling her ass in response.

Killmonger grasped her wrists as he knelt to get up close and personal with his pussy. He spread her lips so he could get an eyeful of her throbbing clit and blew on it, eliciting a guttural moan from Y/N, before replacing his hand back on her wrist.

“Just you wait mamas, you gonna be screaming and crying by the time I’m done with you.”

He licked her juices on both thighs, leaving hickies all over them both before he finally put his whole face in her pussy and ate. If it wasn’t for the grasp he had on her wrists, she would have collapsed immediately.

Erik was a good kisser in general, but Killmonger was a master at french kissing, especially her pussy, until she was questioning whether or not she still wanted the pleasure. Those deep soul sucking kisses always made her question her sanity.

He slurped up and suctioned her clit into his mouth like that’s where it belonged, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she came with a silent scream, without ever releasing her tiny bud. Then he released it with a pop only to hold her lips open and spit directly onto her hole, watching his saliva drip down onto her clit. He flattened his tongue and licked like the dog he could be until she was a whining, moaning mess, tears streaming down her face just as promised. 

Once the first sound hit his ears, she couldn’t stop the noises he was pulling from her if she was mute, let alone at the mercy of his insatiable thirst for her most animalistic responses.

Kill continued his assault with his tongue, moving through her folds in a rhythm only he knew. After he’d gotten two more orgasms from her that way, Y/N alternating between screaming and crying, he latched his plush lips back around her clit, assaulting the sensitive bundle of nerves, and plunged his two most trustworthy fingers into her, immediately finding her gspot and caressing it with an incessant ‘come hither’ motion until she was squirting and creaming uncontrollably. Not willing to let go just yet he dragged it out for what seemed like forever since she briefly lost consciousness and came to, lips still parted in the O of her silent screams, with his mouth still eagerly slurping up the waterfall his fingers were responsible for. All Y/N could do was turn her head the other way to watch what she could see of him, whining and moaning.

When she could barely release any more spurts he released her, licking his hand, fingers, and forearm clean as he slowly stroked his hard as steel member. 

In the great deep of her sex haze, Y/N mumbled, “He brought dick too? How are we gonna survive dick too when he almost killed us with just his mouth and fingers.”

Erik chuckled at her ramblings, proud that he was, as usual, responsible for her senseless words.

When his precum made an appearance, he swiped it up with his thumb and rubbed it into her pussy, almost immediately replacing his thumb with the tip of his dick. Wanting to savor this moment of finally being able to reconnect with his pussy, he played with her, just like that. Rubbing the tip of his dick in both of their juices, up and down her pussy lips, circling her clit, and coming to apply just enough pressure to her desperately clenching hole, only to rinse and repeat. On and on he went, teasing them both until his quietly whimpering babygirl was back to guttural whines.

He knew she was right where he wanted her mentally when she started begging.

“Please big daddy, I’m so sorry. Please baba E, please baba, please. Please please please please please pleaaaaaasssssseeeeee.”

When he was good and ready, he pulled her up by her throat until she was flush against him, licked her tears from her cheek, and forced her to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t do that disappearing and silent treatment shit ever again Y/N. You hear me?”

Y/N nodded and blinked at him with a puppy eyed look that damn near melted the ice caps of his attitude, but he was quick to remind her who’s big daddy in their relationship.

“When I told you, you were mine, I meant that shit mama.”

“Yes, baba,” Y/N squeaked out.

He tongued her down with one of his sloppy french kisses and as soon as he felt her body relax in his hold, he did exactly what his body had been begging for since the second he saw her. He pushed himself into her until he felt the tip of her cervix try to push him all the way back out, savoring the fucked out look she wore as her body spasmed with the unexpected orgasm, he held them there letting her ride it out. 

In this moment he was grateful for the years of curated discipline since the way her pussy clamped onto him almost triggered his own mind numbing orgasm. Although he successfully staved off his nut, he couldn’t stop the way all of his fight was knocked right out of him.  Finally rid of the aggression that his Killmonger personality oozed, Erik was able to finally take in his queen, his Y/N, in all her sex hazed glory.

When she finally came down from her high he started moving, giving her slow and deep strokes as he showered her face and neck with kisses, hoping his attempt at lovemaking showed her just how priceless she was to him, how desperate he’d been without her.

Kiss, “I’m sorry too mamas,” kiss “I know how much you love me and I don't understand why,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “insist,” kiss, “on pouring all of the best parts of yourself into me.” He couldn’t help but shed a tear at the relief he felt, having her in his arms again. “I promise to do better,” kiss, “to listen and pay attention more,” kiss, “to treat you like the empress you are,” kiss, “just say you’ll come home with me,” kiss, “promise you’ll take your rightful place by my side mamas,” kiss, “claim your right as my queen.”

Y/N was a moaning, whining mess, barely holding onto consciousness and shedding her favorite kind of tears, just as promised.

Erik tucked his face into her neck, struggling to keep himself from cumming too soon since her pussy was gripping him like a boa constrictor, indicating that yet another orgasm wasn’t too far.

He held himself in the deepest parts of her and put a little whine in his hips. “Please mama, come home with me.”

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer she arched into him and screamed yes over and over, overwhelmed with her orgasm, and squirted all over them both. Erik came in her almost at the exact same time, his orgasm nearly knocking him out with how it overcame him from head to toe. Both of them slumped into the bed.

—

By the time he finally started to get up, her screams had quieted back to whimpers.

Erik slowly and gently removed her heels from her feet, massaging the soles with just the right amount of pressure.

He cleaned both of them with a warm washcloth and ran the tub, placing some bubble bath soap, epsom salt, essential oils, and dried rose petals in the water. Wanting to balance out the intrusive way he barged back into her life, he lit some candles and incense as well, and placed his favorite body oil of hers on the counter.

When he came back to get her in the tub, she was silently staring into space in the same place and position he left her. After he got her to turn over and sit up, he scooped her into his arms bridal and brought her to the tub, gently placing her into the suds.

Once he saw her relax he went back to the bedroom to strip and change the sheets, wanting their transition back into the room to be seamless. When he came back into the bathroom her head was leaned against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and tears were streaming down her face, alarming him to the fact that although he’d won the battle, he was still losing the war with treating his girl with the care she really was looking for from him.

Choking up himself, he kneeled next the tub and leaned over her face, kissing the droplets left behind.

“I’m so sorry mamas. You know that right?” His voice cracked at the end.

Although she started nodding yes, she ended up shaking her head no.

“Can you open your eyes for me please?”

Y/N shook her head no again.

“Pretty please?”

Again she shook her head no. She was too scared to look him in his eyes, anytime he touched her or they made eye contact she folded to his desires and needs, abandoning her own.

A little defeated, but determined to win all of her back, not just her body, Erik switched tactics.

“May I get into the tub with you and hold you?”

Y/N hesitated a few moments before she nodded yes. As soon as she heard the rustle of him standing back up she scooted forward allowing him to sit behind her.

Once he was seated, Erik gently pulled her into him, urging her body to use him as she did the edge of the tub. The moment she relaxed in his embrace, head lolling slightly to the left, he started kissing up and down her neck from where her ear met her face to her collarbone.

When he felt enough time had passed, he tried to get her to open up to him again.

“Lil mama?”

Y/N hummed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind please, I promise to listen.”

Y/N held up her pinky and asked, “Pinky promise?”

Erik locked his pinky with hers and brought her hand to his lips, softly talking against it, “Pinky Promise.”

She pulled her hand away, putting it back in her lap to join the other one, under the water.

Taking a deep breath she started.

“Am I a toy to be played with Daka?” Erik was ready to answer but kept silent, knowing she needed to get all of her thoughts out before he interrupted her. “To be taken out of storage to be used and then tossed aside when you’re not getting the desired result anymore?”

Rubbing the sides of her thighs and suddenly very scared, he said, “ no mamas.”

“Then why do you get to demand time and attention and energy from me, but when I ask for a sliver of honest communication, the smallest amount of all three resources you have to offer me, you shut me out? Why is it only okay for you to communicate what’s going on with you and us when you feel like it, when it's convenient? Why do I always have to beg for you to lean on me, to use me softly? Why do I have to beg you to let me hold you. Why don’t you ever just ask? Why do I have to grovel at your feet to be held by you? Why is the only time you make love to me when you’re trying to win me back? Why?” 

By the end of her list, Y/N was sobbing. Erik wrapped his arms around her body and tucked his chin in the curve of her neck and let a few tears drop himself before he answered.

“I don’t know mamas. I guess…,” he wiped the tears from his face and gulped down the rising tsunami of emotion that she so easily created with just a few sentences before he wrapped his arm back around her, “...I guess I’m just terrified.”

“Of what baby? Haven’t I been here? Haven’t I done the best to support you with all that I am, to remain honest with you and show you that I am loyal to our future?”

He kissed her shoulder and said, “you have. I just-”

Y/N pulled out of his arms to finally look him in the eye, “You just what? Aren’t my efforts to build a life with you enough?”

Erik palmed her face and gave her a deep kiss, hoping to transfer all of his emotion into it.

He put his forehead against hers and said, “I’m just so fucking terrified of losing you. To have the warmth of your love snatched away at a moment's notice. I’m terrified in a way I haven’t been in so fucking long that I just convince myself that its better to pull away and show you how unworthy I am of the full magnitude of your love.”

He pulled away and kissed her forehead, grateful she was finally looking him in the eyes again. “But this time of separation showed me I am nothing without you, just a hollow shell, no love to warm my soul and bones. Even the care and concern of my family isn’t enough to fill the abyss that’s created in your absence.”

Y/N swiped away the stray tears from his face, “that’s-”

“I know. Super intense.”

“Yes. But I was gonna say a relief to hear. You never really give me any verbal confirmation that you feel as deeply for me as I do for you unless I say I love you first.”

“I know mamas, but I promise to do better, be better, for you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “No Baba. For you. You need to talk your feelings out loud so you can hear it too. You need to know that the only reason you’re able to love me so deeply is because you love yourself that deep, if not deeper, first. Understand?”

Erik smirked, yet again grateful that he had such a wise and loving partner who always held up the pieces of mirror he’d sworn he’d broken to pieces.

“Yea lil mama, I understand.”

“Good…,” Y/N kissed him again, deepening the kiss but teasing him slightly with how lightly she moved her lips against his. When she pulled away, she almost regretted bursting his bubble. “...cause I’m not going back with you until I’m ready.”

Erik’s face instantly fixed itself into a scowl. “But-”

Y/N held a finger to his lips. “I said when I’m ready, not never. I came home to get back to taking care of me, love me, and understanding what my needs are.”

His pout deepened.

“And I learned that I need to stop jumping when you say jump. So I go back when I feel that I’m ready, not because you showed up and demanded it of me. Okay?”

He was a little deflated, but still holding onto the hope of her eventually coming back with him.

“Okay, but I’m staying with you until you’re ready.”

“But-.” 

It was Erik’s turn to hush her with a finger. “I already know what you’re going to say and my duties will be waiting for me when we go back together. Now that you’re back in my arms I’m in no hurry to lose the privilege again.”

“You’re not!”

“You’re right, cause I’m staying.”

All Y/N could do was chuckle, understanding that she’d lost this battle and relishing in the fact that she won the war. It seemed he was finally starting to understand what she needed because although she was indeed going to complain about him having responsibilities to return to, she really did need him to stay. That abyss he had was mirrored in her heart and only time with him would close it back up.

Both satisfied that they worked through the root issue, they went back to enjoying the bath, Y/N comfortably resting her head against Erik.

When they were all pruney and the water was verging on cold, Erik stood them up to drain the tub and turned on the shower to rinse them both. After he dried them both, he quickly lotioned his body with shea butter, grabbed the body oil and guided Y/N hand in hand, back into the bedroom.

He laid her on her back first to moisturize and massage her front, kneading out all of the tension she held. When he was working his way back up from her feet, he couldn’t help but get stuck between her thighs, using his thumbs to massage circles up them until he reached her pussy again.

Y/N slightly parted her legs, letting one bend and fall open for easy access. He immediately used one hand to part her lips so he could see her clit clearly.

Erik leaned down to softly kiss her clit a few times before he pulled away and used the thumb on his other hand to rub slow circles. He admired her form as he brought her to orgasm leisurely. 

He went back to massaging her thighs until she returned from the heights of her pleasure.

His voice was more gruff than he wanted when he told her, “turn over.”

She easily compiled and continued his massage, paying extra attention to her sore ass.

When Y/N was 2 more seconds away from sleep and he was satisfied with his work he urged her under the covers and joined her. She tried to grab his hardened member to return the favor but he grabbed up her hands, kissing them to soften the blow.

“No, I needed to show you how softly I can treat you, I don’t need to cum right now. Sleep.”

Y/N pouted and whined, wanting to feel him connected to her again.

She lifted her leg over his as they faced each other and inched as close as she could with her hands in his, feeling his dick graze her pussy lips.

Putting a little more base in his voice, “Ay! What I just say lil mama?”

She whined out, “I don’t care, I just need to feel you in me Baba.”

Erik grunted. 

Y/N donned her best puppy dog pout and begged with her words and body, wiggling in his hold and being able to feel the lightest brush of his hot skin. “Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee?”

“Fine, but careful what you asked for…” he said, sheathing himself in one stroke and stilled her hips before she could start moving. “...you just might get it.”

He released her hands and tongued her down, palming her face.

“Sleep Y/N.”

“But,” she said, her face scrunching in confusion.

“You can keep me warm, but that’s it for now, okay?”

She started to whine again but was cut short when he wrapped the hand palming her face around her throat.

“Sleep mamas. You’re going to need all of your energy in the morning.”

She wasn’t necessarily happy, but she also wasn’t necessarily dissatisfied. She did get her wish after all.

“Ok.”

Y/N tucked her head under his chin and started to drift before she sleepily said, “thank you for showing me how much you care Baba E. I’m really happy you’re here.”

Erik kissed her forehead and squeezed his arms a little tighter around her.

“Thank you for letting me.”

He was answered with her cute snores and let the sound lull him into the best sleep he’d had in too long of a while.

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every single damn time

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Writing is a lot of lying in bed thinking about writing instead of writing

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Types of side characters

1. Foil Characters: These side characters are designed to contrast with the main character, highlighting their qualities or flaws. Foil characters can provide a different perspective and challenge the main character's beliefs or actions.

2. Mentors or Guides: These side characters serve as mentors or guides to the main character, providing wisdom, guidance, and support. They often have more experience or knowledge in a specific area and help the main character navigate challenges or learn important lessons.

3. Comic Relief Characters: These side characters bring humor and levity to the story. They provide comedic relief during intense or serious moments and can help balance the overall tone of the narrative. Their wit, clumsiness, or unique personality traits make them enjoyable and entertaining.

4. Love Interests: Love interests are side characters who are romantically involved with the main character. They add a romantic subplot to the story and can contribute to the main character's personal growth and development. Love interests can be supportive, challenging, or even create conflict within the narrative.

5. Antagonists or Villains: Side characters can also take on the role of antagonists or villains. They oppose the main character's goals and create conflict and tension in the story. Antagonists can have their own motivations, complexities, and backstories, making them more than just one-dimensional obstacles.

6. Friends or Allies: These side characters are the main character's companions, friends, or allies. They provide emotional support, camaraderie, and assistance throughout the story. Friends or allies often share common goals and values, and their relationships can help showcase the main character's growth and strengths.

7. Family Members: Side characters who are family members of the main character can play significant roles in shaping their identity and backstory. They can provide emotional connections, conflict, and a sense of history within the narrative.

8. Background Characters: While not all side characters have to be highly developed, background characters help create a sense of realism and immersion in the story. They populate the world and add depth to the setting, even if they have minimal impact on the main plot.

9. Rivals or Competitors: These side characters compete with the main character, pushing them to improve, overcome obstacles, or achieve their goals. Rivals or competitors can be a source of conflict, motivation, and personal growth for the main character.

10. Witnesses or Observers: These side characters serve as witnesses or observers of the main events in the story. They may provide insights, commentary, or serve as a narrative device to convey information to the reader.

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Between Twilight

Summary: Y/N breaks up with her ex a few weeks prior to halloween and the day of the dead. She takes a vow of celibacy, but little does she know, a dead ex has bargained his way out of hell for one last night with her. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light for a last time and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel but her gift is a territorial demon.

A/N: Literally been writing this all Halloween night into today, the Day of the Dead, hardly proofread.

A/N: Mature 18+, consume at your own risk.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I mostly only write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

Y/N was tired of leaving her house. It seemed with the upcoming season of mischief and eclipse season starting that the world and those around her, or even once had the privilege to be around her, was causing all types of discord in her life.

Her job that was barely paying her enough to even be able to afford to take public transit there cut her hours, again. They also sent more merchandise to the store than there was space both on the floor and in the receiving backroom so everybody was stressed all the time. Not to mention her, one of her supervisors has been handsier than usual and when she brought it up everyone including management dismissed her. 

To make matters worse, her toxic ass ex has been popping up either at the beginning or the end of her shift, standing around just watching her from the display tables or even from his car outside. For what reason? She doesn’t know since she was under the impression they were done and that was that. He was the one that constantly berated her for ever having any emotional reaction to anything. Nothing she did was ever good enough and he always demanded she keep changing herself despite convincing her she was ‘everything he had been praying for’ when they first met. So imagine her shock when after months of no contact, he started popping up. She tried to dismiss it at first as simply an inevitable crossing of paths in a small town, but now she was just always on edge.

The exhaustion didn’t just come from the chaos of her days, but also the restlessness of her nights. Since ending her relationship, she’d taken a vow of celibacy that she thought would solve all her problems, but it seemed to be creating more. No matter how many times she made herself cum, she was always dissatisfied far more than any mediocre sex she’d had with any man that left her with not one release. It was frustrating and it turned her yearning for a satisfying orgasm up to a million especially when her best sexually satisfying partner was haunting her dreams. Young. A fuckboy of a man, who gave her the run around, dragging her heart behind him as bait. A man of few words and exploding passion, who was a selfish bastard unless he was pleasuring a woman. The one man that opened her to the depths her pleasure could take her. And she really could only call it a haunting since he’d died just over a year prior.

Little did she know, he hadn’t forgotten her either, even in death. In fact he’d used this time of profound alignment to bargain his way out of hell for just one more night with her. Prepared her mind by showing her just how he’d make up for lost time.

Two days before Halloween he scared her ex into an asylum, making it clear that the man would pay exponentially if he ever stalked Y/N again. The night before Halloween he convinced her supervisor to turn himself in to the police not just for the harassment, but also for every rape he actually committed. Imagine her surprise when she walked into work Halloween morning to find the police questioning the staff and was allowed to go home afterwards being told the business would be closed until the investigation was over. Seems management looked the other way because some of them were in on it.

She was ecstatic. Unlike her coworkers who had big Halloween plans to prepare for, she was going home to snuggle into the softness of her sheets with a full belly and a book, just the kind of night she’d been craving to revel in for months. She could stress over being jobless tomorrow. Y/N showed herself some love with a hot shower and an even hotter bath followed by a good rubdown with her homemade shea butter. She put on her best negligee and her fuzziest socks. After making a healthy heaping of pasta and bringing along a large glass of wine, Y/N plopped onto her comfy couch wrapped in her plush blankets, put on a familiar movie in her background and posted up with her latest steamy romance novel.

The movie she’d put on was rolling the end credits when she woke up with drool hanging from her mouth and her book slumped on her chest. The sun had just set leaving an orange hue on the clouds as the blue of the sky darkened which pulled her in for a few minutes. This is what she loved about living, what she wished she could have more time to admire. The moments when creation showed off just a little and revealed just how magical life was if you only knew where to look. Over the years she’d given up hope that she’d find someone to share the wonder her eyes found in everyday moments, now content to keep the wonder for herself.

She put the kettle on as she cleaned up the dishes of dinner and pulled out a few cookies to go with her tea. On her way to her bedroom she turned out the kitchen light and scooped up the book, failing to notice the visitor watching her from the shadow cloaked reading nook in the corner of her apartment. Nor did she see him follow her into the room and perch himself on her ottoman as she placed her tea and cookies on her nightstand and removed her socks to get comfortable under her covers.

The man spoke before she could sit, “It’s just like you to be a perfect balance of soft and sinfully sexy,” startling her to the floor. He quirked his head and added, “and just as clumsy as ever. Has nothing about you changed?”

Y/N stared up from the floor trying to process her unwelcome visitor and the words coming out his mouth.

“Young? Is that you?” she asked shakily.

He got up from his seat, seeming to tower over her in a way he never had before, practically stretching the material of his shirt and pants at his shoulders and thighs. If she didn’t know better, she would say he’d found a gym in the afterlife and gone beast mode. He looked better than ever in a fitted black T-shirt, painted black pants, his locs fresh and braided back, and a simple gold chain to match the vampiric golds in his mouth.

“I go by Blood now, but yeah babygirl, it's me, in the flesh. In a manner of speaking.”

“Young S-,” he pinned Y/N with an icy glare, daring her to speak his full name, especially his middle one, “-Blood.”

“If you’d like to keep that pretty voice of yours, I suggest you call me by last name now. Just my last name.”

“Boy, I ain’t use no nicknames when we were together and I damn sure am not going to start now.” Y/N glared back at him, not one to back down from a challenge, “Young.”

Blood clapped his hands together and smiled with a sinful glee. “There she is! I thought she’d been killed off from dealing with the dusty ass niggas you’ve been entertaining in my absence.”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Blood gripped her up by her throat, gently tugging her into a standing position. “Just because I welcome your claws coming out again, doesn’t mean I won’t take pleasure in clipping them back down.”

Maintaining eye contact, Y/N grabbed ahold of his balls squeezing and rolling them around her hand just a tad too aggressively. “Don’t forget I’m just as capable of clipping yours.”

Blood tightened his grip on her throat and leaned close to her face so that their breaths mingled together and she could easily see the red of his eyes. “Don’t test me little one, I’m not the man you once knew and I am having trouble not tearing you apart as it is.”

A little frightened and turned on by his obvious transformation and statement, Y/N released her grip on his balls, laying her hands against his chest, swallowing thickly as she nodded her head and hummed her assent. A hum that quickly turned into a moan when Blood ran a lone thumb whose nail grew to a sharp point along her breastbone and down her negligee, ripping it open and drawing the slightest bit of blood. Her moans grew louder when he let the rough flat of his tongue lick up the thin line and latch onto her nearby waiting nipple.

Her flat hands gripped the back of his neck as he continued to lave at both her breasts, bringing their nipples to diamond points, every so often nibbling on them and even nicking her areolas to suck on a little of her blood there too. He groaned at the feel and taste of her, relieved to finally have her back in his hands and mouth, satisfied to finally taste the one part of her that was new to him.

Blood released her for a few moments easing her to a lying position on the bed, savoring her glazed over eyes, the quick rise and fall of her chest, and the tight nipples resting in the center of her chocolate areolas. “I still remember the smell and taste of your orgasms, but for the life of me I can’t remember what you sound like mamas, all the different noises you’re capable of making.”

Y/N cracked her eyes at him, astonished by the pleasure coursing through her veins despite the little attention he’d shown her body.

“Let’s remember together just how many noises I can get you to make, huh?”

Before she could register his words, Blood had her in the center of the bed with her knees almost hugging her ears. He dove in face first, making sure to wipe his face in the juices she already had pooling out of her. He looked down at her pussy in awe. “See lil mama? I ain’t even done nothing yet and she’s already gushing for me.” Y/N started moaning when he gave her lower lips a french kiss and was unable to keep quiet the rest of the night.

After Blood tongued her down like he was scared he was going to lose his tongue he added two fingers to her clenching hole. “See Y/N/N, I told you this pretty pussy missed me. Look at how she’s sucking in my fingers, like a starved little thing. You ain’t been feeding her properly?” All Y/N could do was make incoherent noises, quickly sinking into the tsunami of pleasure that only Young could plunge her into. “That’s okay, imma give her a full course meal,” Blood said as he added two more fingers and found her g-spot, rubbing against it in a come hither motion.

Y/N’s moans quieted and her mouth dropped open with a silent O as she squirted all over Blood’s face, chest, and forearms.

Blood quickly removed his fingers and used both hands to hold Y/N’s legs open as he latched his mouth over her whole pussy, lazily rolling his tongue through her folds as her orgasm seemed to keep going. He drank all that she had to give and when it seemed her faucet had no more, he started over making her orgasms bleed into one another. Blood played in and ate her pussy for what felt like forever. When she became too over sensitive and started to try and push him away, still he ate. Even when she resorted to harsh bucking and beating his shoulders with weakened blows, still he ate. He kept going until she was pliant and too weak to fight back and only then did he give her a reprieve.

A very short reprieve since he was naked with only a literal snap of his fingers. She had just mustered the strength to peel her eyes open when he rested between her legs allowing his dick to sit snugly between her folds.

Blood flashed her his signature cocky smirk, “Hey there stranger.”

Filled with a level of shyness only he could curate, Y/N squeaked out a meek “Hi” in response.

“Now I know that cute ass ain’t getting shy on me now?” He leaned in to give her a long wet kiss. “Not after I got you so open again?” He gave her another, shorter, wet kiss.

Blood pulled his hips back until the tip was nestled in Y/N’s entrance. “Huh, lil mama?” Looking down at her pretty face and glistening pussy, he started to nudge her opening, not slipping in, but teasing her with the promise of what that pressure would turn into.

Y/N shook her head and grunted, “uh uh.”

“Now you know I like it when you speak up for me Y/N, speak up mamas.”

Y/N let out a weak groan, but that was nowhere near what Blood wanted from her so he pushed the tip in dragging a deep chorus of whines from them both. Blood let his head fall back as he savored their joining. “Fuck. I knew this pussy would be worth the trip back.”

Y/N let out a weak, “please.”

Blood’s eyes snapped back to her body with bloodlust coating his eyes.

“That’s right, beg.”

He grabbed ahold of both her thighs as anchors and pushed all the way in to the hilt. Y/N was back to being his fuck doll and the only thought that she could muster was I hope this isn’t a dream because I don’t wanna wake up.

Knowing just how his babygirl liked to be filled he stayed right where he was, circling his hips in a grinding motion, doing his best to not let even a centimeter of his dick leave her precious pussy. He started out slow and soft but it didn't take long for him to get to heavily pushing his dick into her cervix, practically marking her from the inside out.

What started out as whines quickly grew to full chested sobs as Blood came in her and kept going, seeming to keep getting harder the more he came in her. To try and quiet the feral beast that would never be satisfied as well as hide his new companion from his old lover, Blood bit her neck where it joined with her shoulder. He made sure she’d have a giant hickey in the morning and laved at the little blood that escaped from the tiny wound.

Unable to keep him at bay and determined not to stop, Blood flipped Y/N over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. Giving her a few very ungentle spankings to both cheeks, Blood plunged back into her with no precedent eliciting a mangled groan from the limp woman beneath him.

Dissatisfied with hearing her moans muffled, Blood pulled her up by her throat holding her back to his chest as he fucked her like he’d never fuck again. She was well and truly his fuckdoll at this point, no energy to stop him or tell him to stop, at the mercy of his unforgiving pleasure, unable to stop the animalistic noises he pulled from her.

He punctuated each thrust with his words, “such a good little one, so perfect, perfect pussy, perfect fucking body, the sweetest taste, the most devine smell, the most delectable noises.” Y/N let out a half scream at the last thrust that he seemed to put some of his supernatural strength into.

“That’s it mama, scream for me.” Y/N came hard, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped, suddenly passed out from the pleasure.

Blood released his tight hold on her, but refused to pull out, still hard enough to cut steel. After he eased her to the bed, softly stroking the side of her face and neck as he whispered his version of sweet nothings in her ear.

“Come back to me babygirl. I’ve missed you so much and I’ve only got so much time to appreciate you and your body before I go back. Open those pretty eyes and give me one of those glares huh? Come cuss me out before I make you cuss in contentment.”

Y/N groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open, coming back down to Earth like molasses.

“That’s a good lil mama. Now I need you to work with me so we can get one more good nut out before I have to go.”

Y/N whined and squirmed in his grasp, too scared of what more pleasure would do to her.

“Uh uh, we not done yet Y/N/N,” Blood smacked her ass, “behave.”

Y/N groaned but stilled her wiggling. Still pliant, Blood was easily able to get Y/N on her back again and position her legs around him so that they were in missionary without ever removing himself from her snatch.

Y/N looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.”

Blood gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form.

Y/N turned her head away.

Blood took each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the side of her head and started moving again, beginning with slow and deliberate strokes. “Look at me.”

Y/N’s body was back in tune with his but now that she’d had more than a few moments her mind wasn’t anymore so she kept her head turned away as he worked for every reaction he got out of her. Every hitch of her breath and scrunch of her brows, every pout of her lips was his to keep, but it was the love he knew would be in her eyes that Blood craved.

He pulled her arms up so he could grasp both wrists in one hand and her face in the other, but when he turned her, she closed her eyes, still unwilling to give in.

“Fine. Be that way, but keep them hands right there.”

Blood moved his hands to the crook of her knees, pushing her legs back as far as they’d go, and kept his same slow and deliberate strokes, but added more pressure behind each one. Hitting her walls harder and harder with each thrust, careful to keep all the sperm he’d dispensed thus far firmly in her pussy.

When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her hands moved down to his chest and her eyes popped open in shock. Now that they were locked, she couldn’t look away from his burning red gaze as he marked her womb with all that he was. He couldn't even be mad she disobeyed him since he got what he wanted with the bonus of having her on his skin.

Cupping her ass cheeks in each hand he drove into her over and over, refusing to let her break his gaze. Just when she thought she could take no more he spilled into her as her most powerful orgasm consumed her from toe to head.

Blood put his lips to her ear and whispered as they came together, “Whenever you’re missing me again, come look for me on auspicious nights between twilight.” He tongued her down as the blue of the sky signaled the awakening of morning and just as her eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure he whispered out, “Happy Day of the Dead. Say hi to your grandmother for me.”

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Y/N awoke the next morning right where he left her the night before, unsure if what she had experienced was real. Just when she started to rationalize it as the most powerful haunting dream she’d had yet, she rolled out of bed and walked to her mirror. Each step made her focus on the various sore spots he’d left for her to feel over the next week and every minute in front of the mirror revealed a map of love bites and scratches that was his signature.

She guessed she could indeed find him…

…between twilight.

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List of “I still…” prompts

I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase

I still remember your favourite songs; the way you’d sing them out loud thinking no one’s listening, and then getting flustered when you realised I heard you

I still remember all of your little quirks in which I’ve always found so endearing to me, but you always thought were annoying 

I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line 

I still have your number memorised, like the back of my hand

I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it. How could I not? It’s ingrained in the back of my mind, even though I wish it wasn’t

I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours

I still remember how you’d laugh at my jokes even though they didn’t make any sense to anyone else

I still have our inside jokes kept somewhere in the back of my mind

I still remember how you taste

I still remember how you sound; your sweet voice you told me you hated when you had to listen back to it over voice recording 

I still remember how you’d be there for me, through both the thick and the thin 

I still remember how you told me you’d always be there for me

I still remember how our love was supposed to be unconditional… until it wasn’t

I still remember how things went down south. Where did things go wrong? I still don’t really understand what happened…

I still think about you, day in, day out

I still miss you

I still want you

I still need you

And I… I still love you, even after all of this time 

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List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

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angsty romance prompts:

(feel free to use <33 7, 10, 14, and 23 r my favs omds. tag me when yall writeeee | @urfriendlywriter )

"tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now."

"please- please, please wake up, [name]- w-wake up.. please."

"i will die beside you. i won't ever leave you."

"i trusted you."

"you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"you do not deserve my forgiveness."

"does all of this mean nothing to you?"

"i sacrificed everything for you..."

"i still love you-" "no you don't. you love using me. you hate that I'm standing up for myself now. you loved me when i was submitting to you.."

"i can't love you anymore. i don't want to."

"i despise you."

"you make me feel so alone."

"i look at you, and i feel miserable."

"Please. Just kill me and get it over with. Don't screw me over. and. over again."

"you turned my world around and you crushed it."

"is it fun? is it fun for you to see me hurt?"

"stop following me! If you follow me out that door right now, I'm calling the cops."

"that is not what i meant and you know it !! you know i didnt mean that !"

"you can never earn back my trust."

"I'm not giving up on you, ever."

^ "I'm sorry. but i did. it's time you do too."

"will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?"

^ "i tried! i tried to tell you. you didn't listen to me and, wow. look--you are not listening to me right now as well! "

"we, we were a lie. we were nothing but a fantasy! don't you understand? it's all over now."

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Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Eight

Note: I apologize for how long it has been since I’ve updated this fic or any of my fics (If anybody is even reading this). Thank you for your patience. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: language/smut, 18+, angst

umfana wam omncinane - my little warrior

sithandwa sam - my love

Omncinci - little one

onye ndu ya - his soulmate

obere eze nwanyi - little queen

umphefumulo wami - my soul

A/N: some words are zulu, others are igbo.

Previous Chapter

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

If there is one thing Elinora knew she would never be able to doubt after this day - it was that no other person could evoke the concurrent silence of the world and resonance of her innermost desires like M’Baku. That man could open boxes that had been buried in different dimensions and lock up the ones she kept open with just a fucking whisper of a touch and it was driving Nora wild. She had to draw on years of practiced control to contain the tsunami he was creating. Watching M’Baku expertly throw axes and knives for an entire day gave her no choice but to acknowledge this, even if she only admitted it to herself. 

He made it difficult to keep denying her feelings every time he wrapped his body around hers to show her how to properly position her body to aim and throw. Every graze of his fingers, skin, or lips tossed her entire being beneath a drowning wave of surrender that was wailing for her to give into the effects he was eliciting. His fiery gaze that maintained eye contact with her as much as possible and the endless teasing! His clear goal of showing her how natural it would be to accept this swift and solid connection was becoming too much. It was hard to remember why it was bad for her to give in.

If he did one more thing that drew her gaze and made her thirst for something that water couldn’t quench, licked and smirked those angelic lips, and told her, “eyes on the lesson umfana wam omncinane, we want to keep you safe,” she might combust from the volcanic eruption he was stirring.

It took every ounce of remaining energy she had not to cave under his smoldering stares that held the depth of his desires which he seemed to be emanating tenfold. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was doing it on purpose. If she did know better, she would know without a shadow of a doubt that he was. This was a man in tune with nature, his nature to be exact, and he knew what he wanted. What he needed.

Her.

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M’Baku was determined to break down her defenses. From his time learning and meditating with spiritual advisors, he had learned the power of spirit, thought, and emotions, slowly mastering them over the last decade and change. From those teachings coupled with that he got from his baba and grandbaba, the former chiefs, he knew that mind, body, and soul were three parts of a whole, just like a king, his queen, and their seed. She was his queen, his anchor to the infinite possibilities the universe has to offer him, the half of his heart that he not only desired but genuinely needed. So he was not letting her go, in fact he planned on using his entire life experience to pass this test which he knew would determine the fate of the rest of his life.

He recognized and used her yearning for skin-to-skin contact to his advantage and thought of nothing, but having her completely in every way. He manifested their every possibility. Every kiss, every embrace, every fruit that could and would bear from the tree of their love and interconnectedness. He painted vivid pictures in his mind of their union and let it wash over him as they interacted. It brought back the feeling of Hanuman taking the reigns, but the more skittish Nora became, the more he realized it was probably best he continue to let Hanuman guide his actions, no matter how afraid he was of losing control. M’Baku knew that he and his god would walk on burning coals before either intentionally hurt Nora.

Anytime he was demonstrating for her, he would softly tell her to stand back a little out of the way, “just in case, sithwanda sam,” and then with all of his pent up sexual aggression he hit the bullseye with a resounding thump. For the life of him, he could not help but picture how she'd look taking him slow and deep with the way her chest jumped with a hitch in her breath. That’s exactly how he wanted to have her gasping for breath when she was taking all of him, like her body was too enraptured in the moment to remember the rhythm of her breath.

When it was time to physically move her into understanding how to better maneuver her throws he would do his best to wrap himself around her without resting all the way against her like he wanted. To get the results he needed without crossing the new boundary he had set for himself, he rested one hand on her waist and grabbed her wrist with the other to rest arm against arm with her to maneuver her body into the perfect movement. And just when she would stop holding her breath and let out a sigh of relief at him just showing her to throw better, he’d get real close to her ear, a hair’s breathe from her neck, and softly say, “juuuuussst like that omcinci.”

He had to be careful with that though cause the little noises it would elicit from her had him damn near weeping in his briefs. Every. Damn. Time. His obere eze nwanyi had the biggest depth for passion he’d ever seen, in all things. He saw how she trained, determined to be able to protect her new team as much as they did her. Not to mention her cooking showed just how endless her ocean of love reached. She thought she was hiding the depth of all that encompasses who she is, but to him, every layer was his to thoroughly examine. So, he was determined to mine the caverns of her heart, convinced there would never be a nobler pursuit in his lifetime.

She needed to admit to herself first and then him what they were, soulmates. That she was his in every manner of the word, onye ndu ya. Not to own, but to protect, to love, to honor, to respect, to battle the world so she could walk on roses. Either they knew each other from the ancestral plane or a past life or something, regardless she was his and he was hers. She just had to say it out loud. Then and only then would he sit her on her rightful throne. 

Him.

—----

After he could tell she was way past her breaking point, he called the end of their session. It was for the best cause he had also been pushed past his own limits and she looked a little beat and definitely uncomfortable. He could deduce from the most seductive aroma that has recently become his favorite drug and her pointed nipples despite their sweating that she was embarrassed and horny. He had her right where he wanted her and was going to take this time to seize the opportunity.

Nora was indeed horny and embarassed about being so fucking turned on from one training session. He was stern and teasing at the same time which had given her brain and body whiplash. One second scolding her for not listening to his instruction properly, with a ‘I know you can do much better than that omcinci,’ and the next just shy of wrapping himself around her and whispering his instructions to her as if they were making love. She was never going to forget the lesson and with a new fire inducing memory to add to the flames it was her stubborn brain that made her next decision.

Once she was showered and redressed, Nora found her way to what could easily be considered her favorite place on the whole compound, the swimming area. More like a complete gymnasium with a standard olympic pool, several jacuzzis, and a heated saltwater infinity pool, separate from the basketball court, work out rooms, saunas, tennis courts, and volleyball courts. When she first got here, she had to do her best not to geek out when Sam showed it to her. He had made a joke about him barely using the pools only the jacuzzis cause you know, he was black, so she hadn’t been sure whether he would judge her for basically being a fish. 

Imagine her surprise when he accosted her with puppy eyes talking about, “why didn’t you tell me? I thought you was gonna be like the little sister I always wanted and I find out you’re closer to Buckwad!”

It had actually been her intention to get to know the black Avengers first, mainly Sam since he was the only one on the compound really, but Bucky was one of the few people that caught her just existing without all of her usual emotional and mental masks and safeguards, having either a similar sleep pattern to her or none at all. The dude just appeared everywhere all the time. Fortunately unfortunately it kind of forced her to open up a little quicker than she had wanted to with certain things. She was glad cause it seemed like out of everyone there, no matter how nice they seemed, he understood most and empathized with what she was going through besides Wanda.

Everyone there had Bucky to thank for what they did know about her, especially things about loving to swim and being pretty awesome at it too. Now M’Baku was another thankful knower of all things Elinora, having ran into him after his own shower and asking for more information he could use to his advantage. He seriously owed the infamous white wolf several big favors for all of his help getting closer to his Nora.

“Her go to when she’s full of emotion that she’s afraid to let out is the swimming pools, especially the infinity pool.” Once again, Bucky’s advice couldn’t have been more spot on. He leaned against the entrance and watched her float in the center of the pool, staring up through the glass ceiling at the stars that were clearly visible thanks to the specialty lighting all throughout the compound.

When she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dived backwards into the depths of the pool he made his way into the private area, placing his things next to hers on a nearby bench. She was slowly making her way back to the surface and opposite end of where she started, at the steps. He watched and walked with her, meeting her at the steps entrance when she surfaced all the way, letting her fall right into his embrace.

Nora was letting the deafening silence of the water soothe the turmoil and discord this connection to M’Baku mustered up. Yes, she was horny around him and wanted to let him ravage her in every manner of the word, but past the carnal desires and raging hormones, she was terrified. She could imagine herself crying into his chest, being soothed by his words, resting in his embrace, and creating a life of love and laughter. But life taught her early on that when it came to being loved in return, no matter how much she anticipated someone’s needs or gave them her love and attention and care, she was disposable. In fact, she had become certain that she was only meant to love others, never to really receive love in the way she so freely and deeply gave it. Wasn’t that why she was the strongest empath around?

She’d come to let the pressure of the water push her doubt and yearning back down into her pandora’s box. No matter how much it seemed this was one of those fairytale endings, Nora was convinced that this was just another trick to get her to lower her defenses and willingly give her heart over to be pulverized. ‘Fool me once shame on you, and I shan’t be fooled again,’ she thought. She swam back towards the steps staying under as long as possible so she could come up gasping. There was this unmatched feeling she loved that came with pushing herself past her physical limits and having to catch her breathe again.

The towering presence she basically swam into refilled her toe to head with that anxious yearning feeling she’d just pushed down. Right into the arms she desperately wanted to relax into and run from, unable to exert any real energy towards either decision since she was trying to catch the breath she just was so excited to lose. Trapped. Exactly where she didn’t want to be and he knew she needed to be.

“Hello sithandwa sam, I was just praying to Hanuman that I be granted with a chance to catch a bit of your time and attention outside of work and look…” he had her wrapped up in his arms so quick and with a gentle squeeze, pulled her impossibly closer, “I literally caught you!” 

Nora was practically vibrating from the rumble of his words as they traveled from his chest to hers and left the livewire feeling she was suddenly encompassed with. Paired with his mischievous grin that held the map to her future she was weak-kneed and panty soaked. This man was here to burn down anything in his way and like a lightening bolt he struck again and again.

M’Baku reached down to grasp Nora by her thighs right where her ass met them and wrapped her legs around him, easing them into a sitting position halfway in the water.

“What are you do-?” M’Baku silenced her question by grasping the nape of her neck and softly drawing her further into his spell. He kissed her sweetly and slowly, memorizing the curve of her lips and the sounds certain actions produced.

Like when he’d pull back to softly suck on her bottom lip, she did this little pant and whine with a small wiggle combo. When he’d lighten the pressure to lay the softest pecks on the corners of her lips, one after another, and she’d try to pull him closer, practically begging for more. Or when he tongued her down and she couldn’t help but moan and scoot in his lap, trying to get closer, holding him like a boa constrictor, allowing him to adjust his grasp on her to that of her cloud-like soft cheeks. His favorite part of kissing her though? When she’d let her true desires take control, gripping his copper curls and carrying out her own assault on his bottom lip. They spent what felt like an eternity exploring each other’s lips and responses.

When M’Baku finally leaned back, giving them a reprieve to help catch their breaths, Nora was deep in the Jabari Chief’s haze. Eyes glazed over, lips parted as if to ask for another kiss, fingers mindlessly playing with the curls at the base of his neck, Elinora was in bliss. There wasn’t any thought of her traumatic past or fear of the hope she had for a future with M’baku, just the moment. A pause in her day that was full of all the peace and serenity she’d been praying for these last two decades.

M’Baku hated to break her out of the peaceful fog, but knew it was vital they communicate with more than their spirits. Still wanting to savor the moment, he brushed a stray curl that’d escaped from her messy bun, cupping her face in his hand so that he could tilt it, exposing more of her neck. After a few moments savoring the beauty of such an angelic face, he marked her soul some more. Planting kiss after kiss along her collarbone, up her neck and face, making sure to drag his lips across her jawline and behind her ear before working his way over her cheekbone and resting his lips against her closed eyelid. Satisfied, he switched his hold on her face from one hand to the other so he could repeat his actions on her other side.

After he’d deemed his work momentarily complete, he’d grasped the nape of her neck with both hands, slowly massaging the underside of her face where her jaw met her neck.

“Sithwanda sam? My love?” M’Baku used a little more pressure when all he got in response was a nonsensical moan. “Omncinci, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Mmmmdontwanna,” she mumbled back.

Keeping one hand on her nape, M’Baku used his other hand to cup her ass again, squeezing both firmly. “Open them now or I’ll make you.”

Nora whined, but she complied, peeling her eyelids back open despite feeling like they had been glued shut.

M’Baku placed the hand that was on her face to the small of her back, softly stroking it with just his thumb as he spoke.

“Can you see how much we’ve been pulled towards each other? Ever since I laid eyes on you, hell, even since I stepped foot on this compound, I’ve felt this energy drawing me to you and I know you feel it too. I can literally feel how much more intense it is for you than me, so don’t lie to me. Don’t let another untrue word cross your lips when we both have known since day 1 that as far as this universe is concerned, you are bound to me and I to you. I am doing my best to be patient my love, but it is not in my nature, especially when the answer is so clear, when our connection is so clear.”

Nora pulled her hands from his neck and placed them in their laps, breaking her gaze from M’Baku to look at them as she fiddled.

“Sithwanda sam?”

“Hmm?” she hummed back, not willing to speak past the growing lump in her throat and the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

M’Baku used a forefinger to lift her gaze back to his.

“Oh sithwanda sam, tell me who hurt you so deep. Tell me who I must kill in order to give you your smile back.”

Nora lowered her gaze again shaking her head as a few rogue tears slipped past her closed lids, doing her best to sniffle quietly as she ever so faintly said, “I already killed them. It’s how I found out about my powers.”

M’Baku grasped her face in both hands, lifting it for him to place gentle kisses over her lids, down her cheeks over her tears, and a few pecks to her lips. “Let me love the pain away. Please omcinci.”

Nora shook her head again, pressing her lips into a thin line and trying to remove herself from M’Baku’s hold, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Elinora,” his voice boomed with his determination.

She whimpered.

“Please umphefumulo wami. Please, please please please please please please, please,” he begged and he kissed her over and over.

“Let me try, let me prove that my love is capable of wiping this despair away,” he said as he gazed in her eyes.

By now Nora couldnt stop her tears from flowing freely and that last statement tore a sob from her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nodded once, and let the decades of loneliness and deep anguish out.

M’Baku held her for what felt like an eternity, holding her close and stroking her back as she calmed back down. Even after she stopped crying he continued to hold and caress her, showing her better than he could tell her that he would always be there for her. 

She would always be able to find comfort and solace in his arms.

Chapter 9...on the way

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Yawl, I’m working on this spicy ass one-shot that was supposed to be a drabble. How many words before I should just turn it into a new series?

[fictioninmyblood]

Chapter 1

Wake The Beast

Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.

WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme

A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.

A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.

Heimdall was thoroughly enjoying a first-hand view of the Upstate New York Stark facility Thor was splitting his time between with New Asgard. Although the sight allowed him to see every possible future as their conceivability changed with every choice being made helping him locate Thor many times when he was here, it could not give him this. The wonder, the newness, the fragile probability that it could all come crumbling down in a blink when it took far longer to build, it was all so captivating. For all their infancy, humans were still beautiful creatures just like any other being of the universe, willing to push the limits of their perceived capabilities. Though they had much to learn there was so much they had already broken the surface of.

Thor landed behind him as he stood marveling at Stark’s creation and all that went into building it and potentially will be put into destroying it. 

“You have been getting better and better at controlling your speed and impact I see.”

“Heimdall! You always seem to see me coming, even before I decide to,” Thor greeted him with a brotherly embrace.

“It is quite a task to turn off thousands of years of servitude young king.”

“Please! We talked about this king business and I do not wish to revisit the conversation again. I am but a protector of the living whether it be my kin or the keepers of this land, no different than you.”

“As you wish, but again I stress, it’s hard to turn off.”

—-

On his way back from cleaning up, Thor ran into Sam. Though it seemed he had just arrived, Sam was in a rush to leave, briefly greeting Thor on his way out and vaguely acknowledging the man Thor wanted to introduce him to, Sam breezed past a confused Heimdall whose expression turned primitive as soon as they bumped past each other, boarding the elevator with a mumbled “sorry my man”.

Watching this all play out in front of him, Thor could see exactly when the eyes of a piece of Heimdall that had long been made to heel reappeared. His Alpha was no longer compliant with the mental cage Heimdall had long ago forged, now he wanted out and he wanted to get to the source of the smell wafting from Sam’s clothes. He could smell the change in his friend as he turned his nose into the air, catching the sudden potency of Heimdall’s scent. More than anything, Thor could feel him. Now that something or someone had roused the most primal part of Heimdall without true duty to center his focus, it was like an explosion was encased in his body. It brought Thor to his knees, but it completely knocked Heimdall out once Sam had left the floor and took the scent with him. 

When Heimdall opened his eyes to a concerned Thor, he knew his future was irreversibly changed. He found his omega.

“We have to go with Sam, now!” Heimdall yelled before he jumped up and sprinted after him.

—--

One year earlier.

Heimdall was exhausted after the battle with Hela, watching his homeland destroyed, and surviving space with the remaining refugees. It took all of his foresight to navigate their people around death at the hands of Thanos, but the Allfathers seemed to be on his side.

He was the first off the ship, making sure to be the bridge between his brethren and the keepers of the midgardians, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. If Thor had not personally embraced a few members - Sam turned to Heimdall for a hug as well, feeling like he already knew the guardian from the countless stories Thor told before he went to assist in helping everyone off and get set up - Heimdall’s skeptikism of the juxtaposed groups wouldn’tve abated even in the slightest. Seeing the evil that held S.H.I.E.L.D. captive, Heimdall made sure that no Asgardian citizen would be left without an Avenger or his king nearby. 

While he was ushering two young children who were now orphaned into a medical tent, Sam rushed past him with supplies in tow, apologizing for the brief contact. Heimdall didn’t even notice he’d stopped moving until the children tugged on his hands towards the nurse that was beckoning them to her station. After he made sure they were going to be okay and Thor checked to see if he had seen a nurse for wound treatment for the third time, he sat down on a cot not too far from them. 

Unconsciously still searching for whatever stopped him in his tracks, Heimdall’s gaze wandered aimlessly and his foresight became blurred. It wasn’t until Thor split from Sam to come sit in the tent with Heimdall that the guardian had refocused on the present.

Thor sensed something had been thrown off balance with Heimdall as soon as they had walked off the ship, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Heimdall’s closed off and defensive demeanor didn’t exactly assist in flushing out exactly what was wrong, but he was sure a hint wasn’t too far off.

After the throneless king and kingless guardian were sure every citizen was checked, fed, and provided temporary lodgings on the cots in the auditorium like room, Thor and Heimdall finally lay down themselves, closest to the main entrance. It took no time for Thor to succumb to slumber, however Heimdall was struggling to settle himself. He had felt the nameless shift within himself when he first touched the soil, but the commotion of getting everyone taken care of pushed it to the back of his mind.

Now that he was left in the deafening silence, all he could do was search his mind for answers to this sudden agitation. Though it took much longer than usual, he eventually dosed off, maintaining his uncomfortability throughout the dream. When the guardian jolted awake in a cold sweat only a few hours after finally falling asleep, all he could remember were two sets of unfamiliar eyes. If he thought hard enough, he could swear they had been the eyes of his beast and its twin soul, but that was impossible. 

Long ago when he pledged his life to protect the throne he had to undergo a strenuous ritual that essentially caged his alpha, stripping away the urge to fulfill any rampant desires and needs. Yes, he still felt his alpha fight for the first two hundred years or so, but that was well over a millenia ago. He has lived too long with the silence of himself to really believe that his alpha had the strength to break free and claim what was his all of a sudden.

Even when he had fallen asleep again, waking to a nervous Thor while realizing he had been growling in his sleep, the guardian refused to believe. The young king never had a chance to even address it for Heimdall had brushed him off before he could open his mouth.

The longer he went without rectifying his discomfort, the worse his aggression and solitude became. Instead of settling in New Asgard with the rest of his peers, Heimdall chose to roam the forests of this world, checking in once every few weeks with Thor or Tony. He refused to ever verbally address his behaviour, but both he and Thor knew that he was searching. For what? He was going to find out soon enough.

~

Y/N was washing dishes as Sarah helped the boys with their homework when she started to sweat and a sharp pain cut through her abdomen, causing her to drop the dish in her hand. She tried to wave Sarah off, thinking it was a one-off pms cramp hinting at her approaching cycle, but was quickly brought to her knees when another wave of pain shot from her abdomen to her pussy.

“It can’t be.” Y/N said, too scared to acknowledge the possibility.

Sarah sent the boys to play by the docks and wrapped her arms around Y/N. As soon as Sarah looked into Y/N’s eyes, she knew. Despite all the doctors they ever visited telling Y/N that she would never present if she ever surpassed 21 without doing so, here they were 5 years later, getting the surprise of a lifetime.

“I think it’s finally happening.” said Sarah with a hesitant smile.

“No. It’s impossible. No one presents this late,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “right?”

As soon as she grasped the counter to lift herself up, a stronger wave went through her. Unable to move past the pain, Y/N collapsed to the floor, curling into a fetal position. With each wave of pain, the volume of her sobs grew. Sarah picked up her cell and called Sam, hoping he’d get here in time. If an alpha didn’t get here soon, Y/N was going to die.

Thankfully Sam was already in the Quinjet heading back to the Stark compound from assisting the Asgardian people get settled in a Shield compound. He had Natasha drop him at Sarah’s 10 minutes after she called him. He had no clue what he was walking into, but whatever it was had Y/N screaming in the background and Sarah running over her words trying to explain what was going on. 

As soon as he stepped off the quinjet he simultaneously smelled and heard Y/N. She was an omega. Oh god, she’s an omega, he thought before sprinting from the field to the house. Sarah was holding Y/N, trying to get her to drink a safflower tea she made to help with the pain.

Y/N was barely able to unclench her jaw to drink the tea when she smelled Sam walk into the house. It momentarily confused her to be able to smell him so strongly, but the thought left as soon as another cramp hit. When she looked up and saw him, a tortured whine left her throat, but her body immediately started to relax. Thank God for small miracles.

“Sarah, can you start setting up a nest in her room please?” Sam said as he took off his jacket, laying all of his things on the living room couch before approaching Y/N.

“Never thought you’d be the one to give Sarah a heart attack Y/N/N.” he said with a smirk.

Y/N let out a pained laugh, unable to ignore the irony of the situation.

“I’m going to pick you up now and you are going to keep your negative weight comments to yourself cause this ain’t the time. Ok?”

Y/N nodded, too far gone in her heat to argue with an alpha, especially when he used that voice. I guess it now made sense why she had to fight so hard to disobey their commanding tones before.

Thanks to his time with the Avengers and her lack of fight this time around, it was smooth sailing from the floor into his arms, unlike the jerky sneak attacks he used to submit her to.

By the time he made it to her room, Sarah had successfully formed a nest on Y/N’s bed and was spraying it down with her favorite scent for sleeping. He pulled her desk chair to the side of the bed and placed Y/N in the center, holding her hand.

Y/N’s pain was manageable until the second he removed her from against him. As soon as she hit the sheets, it was as if her pain meter turned back up to high.

“Please alpha, please. I can’t. Hurts too much.” Y/N said, full-on sobbing again.

Sam’s alpha couldn’t handle an omega, especially one he loved, to be in such pain. Despite his hesitance to intrude on such a sacred space as an omega’s nest, he climbed in after her. Y/N buried her nose into Sam’s chest, unknowingly taking in the remnants of the scent of the alpha that caused her to present. It wasn’t quite right because she could still smell Sam, but it was still 10x better than any scent she’d ever gotten a whiff of before.

It only took a few minutes of rubbing her back for Y/N to fall asleep, but Sam daren’t move for fear of waking her back into this nightmare.

Sarah was bringing up the tea from earlier and Sam’s incessantly ringing phone.

“Here, somebody under the name Dr. Angry keeps calling you.”

“Thanks Sarah. Before you go, quick question.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Were there any signs these last few days that she was going to present?”

“No. It happened so fast. One second she’s washing the dishes while I’m helping the boys with homework and the next my good baking dish is shattered on the floor and she’s curled over. I wasn’t even sure until she looked at me. How could this have happened? Every doctor we’ve ever been to said that she’d never present, never belong to a pack outside of the one she was born into. What changed?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we going to do when she goes into heat and you’re not here to help with the pain? What are we going to do when you’re not here period and a desperate alpha tries to take her? I’m a lone widowed omega with two boys too young to help.”

“Sarah, take a deep breath. I don’t know how we’re going to get through this, but we will. I’m going to start by calling Bruce back.”

“Who?”

“Dr. Angry.”

“Oh ok. How can he help?”

“Well, there’s not much that man doesn’t know and what he doesn’t, he goes out and learns it.”

“Ok, if you say so. Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah, Sarah?”

“You think she’s going to be okay? She just accepted being unmateable this past year and now? What was supposed to be a gradual experience has hit her all at once.”

Sam looked at their little cousin who, for all intents and purposes, has been their little sister for the last 15 years.

“I know she is. Remember when she first came to live with us?”

“Yea, she was always fighting the biggest boys in her class. I could never get her to come home without blood on her clothes. Mom and I were always reprimanding her and you and dad encouraging her.”

“Right. She’s a fighter, always has been always will be.”

“And trust me, she hasn’t changed one bit since.”

“Exactly,” Sam said as he began rubbing Y/N’s back again when she started to whine in her sleep, “and you wanna know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think that the creator and biology decided that she didn’t need to be vulnerable until the alpha meant for her was ready and available to be her strength. She needs an alpha who will accept and respect her will to fight and not break it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You know better than me that omegas are at risk of being taken advantage of from the moment they present until they are mated. With the increase in wars and violence, more and more alphas are desperate to claim any omega even if they don’t want to be and not many people protect an omega’s right to choose. No matter how much of a fighter she is, she would never have been able to deny an alpha’s command or her biology, not in the end. I think our girl was meant to have the type of claim you and mom got. Not just any alpha, but a true alpha with the discipline to care more about her needs than his. An alpha who will truly love, care, appreciate, and protect their omega with every fiber of their being.”

By the time Sam had finished his hopes for Y/N, Sarah was a puddle of tears.

“You know for all your goofing around, it’s often hard to remember that you’re the empath of this family. You never did know how to hide that part of yourself around her.”

“Well, she did wear her pain like a badge of honor back then and I could never ignore a damsel in distress.”

“Hence your budding relationship with the Winter soldier?” Sarah said with slight judgment in her voice and a raise of her eyebrow.

“We’ve had this conversation many times over the last few years and even you don’t believe Bucky is that man anymore. You have to let our first encounter go.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve told you since you called to tell us you were going on the run with America’s poster boy. If he so much as lays another finger on your head violently he’s gonna have to deal with me.”

“There’ll be no need for that. Is there anything to eat? It’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“I’m about to go make some spaghetti. It’ll be done in like 45 minutes.”

“Cool, I’m gonna talk to Banner.”

—--

A few moments before Heimdall and Thor arrived at the compound.

“What do you mean she’s started her heat?! It’s not due for another 6 weeks!” Sam yelled into his phone as he frantically texted Natasha and started packing the go-bag he just emptied.

“I know. The wait between is getting shorter and shorter and the pain is getting worse and worse. This is exactly what I was afraid of, she could die if you don’t get here in time.”

“I’m moving as quickly as I can. I had just washed off the mission when you called.”

“I know, Sam, but this isn't working anymore. We need to find a way to convince her to come live on the compound with you. Stark’s offer still stands, right?”

“You’re right and yes, it’s a standing offer. I have a feeling she’s going to force my hand on this, you remember how she reacted the last few times we brought it up.”

“I don’t care about her feelings anymore. She’s a ticking time bomb and nothing I do helps anymore. She’s built a tolerance to every remedy I know and there are new alphas in town that have taken notice of her unclaimed omega status and have been asking around about her. I’m at my wit’s end!”

“Deep breaths Sarah, deep breaths. I’m walking out of the compound now. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m getting ready to land. Okay?”

“Okay, and Sam?” Y/N let out an otherworldly wail at that moment.

“I’ll break the sound barrier if I have to.”

He rushed through the compound accidentally running into multiple people including the god of thunder and his oddly familiar friend.

Natasha had just finished the preflight check and was walking back to the building when Sam practically sprinted onto the tarmac.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” she asked.

“Louisiana. It’s Y/N.”

“Again? So soon?”

“Yeah, and I’m worried her and Sarah might be in danger. There are unfamiliar alphas in town.”

“I’m coming with you then.”

“Usually I’d argue with you, but I think I might need the help this time.”

“Good.”

Heimdall busted out of the building with Thor hot on his heels and sprinted straight into the quinjet, strapping in and not so patiently waiting for the others to do the same.

As he passed Natasha and Sam he said, “We need to go now, our window is closing by the second.”

Once Natasha had leveled out the plane, Sam finally voiced his confusion.

“I’m grateful for your assistance, but how do you know we’re running out of time and why are you interested in tagging along?”

It took everything in Heimdall not to growl at Sam. His logical mind knew what type of person he was, having briefly met when they landed on Midgard and hearing many stories of Thor’s sir Falcon stories, but his alpha was on high alert. This man has his omega’s scent on him. The scent that has been haunting his dreams for the last year.

Thor spoke up for him, sensing the battle within him. “If I had to guess Sir Falcon, whoever’s scent you wear is his omega and she is in imminent danger.”

“That answers the why. What about how?” Sam asked

“Heimdall has acute senses. He can hear, see, smell, and feel far more than most beings in the universe. His ability also allows him to see all possible outcomes of any being in the universe’s actions. The more he focuses, the more he sees.” 

Heimdall looked up finally, glancing over the room before he locked eyes with Sam.

“I saw the end of me. I saw my soul leave this earth before I could ever hear my name from her lips or hold her in my arms. If we don’t get there in time…it will destroy me.” Heimdall gruffly said, eyes tearing up despite his unwillingness to release the tears that held the pain and worry crushing him.

“All of that from a scent?”

“That is what happens when you deny and cage your alpha for more than a millenia, especially one with skills such as mine. The second we get a whiff or the moment we lay eyes on our true mates, whatever chains and cages we placed to keep them docile are immediately broken and our focus is lasered onto them. I landed on this planet unbound to duty and the first scent I smelled was hers through your embrace.”

“Hmm. Is that true?” Sam let out as he stroked his face in contemplation.

“It’s as true as the skin that covers my bones and the blood that pumps through my heart.”

“If so, then how come this is the first time I’m hearing about it.”

“It is not the first time. I have been struggling since that first fateful night, plagued with haunting dreams and twisted nightmares, but I refused to even acknowledge the possibility that an omega could be the cause. Since her scent was covered by the commotion when we first landed and every time I have smelled her since has been through secondary or tertiary contact leaving me and my senses to grasp at straws, I was never able to find the source. Also, it did not exactly aide my search that you hug just about everyone. Today was the first opportunity I had to truly take in her scent from your clothes. I didn’t want to voice an issue I wasn’t sure of.”

“Is that so?”

“It is the only explanation for why I was never able to see her clearly until today. Who is she to you anyway? Your clothes are practically drenched in her.” Heimdall asked more aggressively than intended.

“No need to get riled up, she’s my little sister,” Sam said, to which Heimdall merely grunted in response. “You know who’s the threat?”

“They rode roaring bicycles and wore matching black jackets with different names on the back. I’ve never encountered humans like them before so I do not know their status.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his face. “Leave it to Y/N to attract as much danger as possible by simply existing. Any chance we can go faster Nat?”

“Only if you all strap back in and hold onto your bootstraps.”

“You heard the lady, buckle up.”

—--

Sarah heard the rumbling of motorcycles coming down her driveway and prayed that Sam brought backup. It seems those alphas that were asking around found them and as luck would have it they were part of an MC.

She told the boys to hide with Y/N before she grabbed her father’s trusty shotgun and walked onto the porch ready to defend her family.

“You’re trespassing,” she spoke from her porch when they lined their bikes up in front of her house, the president and enforcer of the club getting off their bikes to approach.

The president said, “Whatever happened to that good ol’ southern hospitality I’ve been hearing about?” He spat tobacco-filled saliva onto the grass as he tilted his head to scan her and his posse dismounted their bikes. “Don’t you want to introduce us to that sweet little omega you’ve been hiding? And if you don’t make a fuss, I’ll even find an Alpha for a lonely cute little thing like you.”

Sarah cocked the gun and pointed it at them. “That’s far enough.”

Natasha quickly pulled off to the side of the house and landed as smoothly as could be expected. Everyone quickly unloaded and lined themselves up between Sarah and the MC, Sam and Heimdall practically rushing her. 

“Well boys, looks like some of the Avengers are here to spoil our fun. Let’s not overstay our welcome.” the president said as he indicated to his MC to leave, spitting out some more tobacco before mounting his bike. They left in a cloud of dust and exhaust.

Sarah leaned more towards Sam, eyeing the unknown alpha during such a vulnerable moment.

“Sarah, this is Heimdall. There’s no time to explain so don’t argue. Take him to Y/N,” Sam said as he took the shotgun from her and took up post on the porch. “We’ll stay out here.”

“You sure? I fear she’s been far worse far longer than today than she’s ever let on.”

Sam and Heimdall seemed to share a whole conversation in one look. “I don’t think we’ll find better hands to place her in.”

Thor and Natasha switched between patrolling the grounds and standing watch out front. No matter how much they cared for Y/N/N, she was still an unmated Omega in a distressed heat and they were alphas, biology told them to go and care for her, mate her. And with Heimdall as her mate? Neither were willing to put their lives at risk until their scents stopped suffocating the air around the house.

—---

Heimdall was quiet as he followed Sarah through the house. Never had he felt such a mixture of emotion, excited butterflies in his belly paired with anxiety and fear gripping his chest and throat at not being a good enough Alpha for her. 

As they were nearing the top of the stairs, the boys came bursting out of her room.

“I thought I told you to wait until I came and got you.”

“We know, but Aunt Y/N/N’s starting to bleed mom and I think she passed out. We didn’t know what to do!”

Heimdall pushed past them, in a panic to soothe his mate back into the land of the living. 

“It’s okay, you did good. Go downstairs with your Uncle Sam, he’s on the front porch.”

Y/N was shivering in a puddle of sweat and slick in the middle of her nest, the blood the boys were talking about just starting to turn the room from sickly sweet to a pungent sour. Sarah ran a bath in the bathroom across the hall and grabbed a change of sheets, placing them on her desk. Heimdall crouched to Y/N’s side to gently push the stray curls out of her face, wiping the sweat on her face and neck away with a nearby T-shirt. Y/N whimpered at the contact, but simply sighed in response, too far gone to move or really respond.

“Hey there Omega, I’m here now. Not gonna ever leave your side.” Heimdall continued to care for her as they waited for the tub to be filled, trying to soothe her with his words and light touches. “Such a strong omega, waiting patiently for me, trying not to burden an Alpha that’s not your claim. Only my omega would deny herself any relief to try and be a help over a hinderance, huh?”

Sarah watched Heimdall look after Y/N for a few minutes, too stricken by the reality that Sam’s words from the year prior were far more true than either of them realized. Their little sis was getting the exact type of Alpha she needed. “Hey, the tub is nearly full. If you get her cleaned up, I’ll change the sheets.”

Heimdall grunted and gently scooped Y/N into his arms, cradling her to his chest. Following the sound of running water, he went into the bathroom and sat her on top of the toilet. Having barely been conscious until Heimdall lifted her from the bed, Y/N was having trouble focusing on anything other than her omega’s response to the unfamiliar alpha in charge of her care, not even her thoughts. Every reaction was pure primitive muscle memory, as if her body knew what was best, now in control of her feelings and actions.

Turning off the water and testing the temperature before tenderly removing her sleep shirt and shorts, Heimdall gingerly scooped Y/N into his arms again, making a mental note to get rid of the blood left behind. However, when he went to place her into the water she clung to his shirt and yowled, refusing to part from his grasp.

“I promise you’ll feel much better when you’re all cleaned up little one, you just have to let me put you down.” Again he tried with the same reaction. Wanting to hurry up and get to the part where they get acquainted Heimdall let his Alpha voice seep in a little, not wanting to frighten her. “Come now omega, this tub is too small for the two of us. The sooner you go in, the sooner I can hold you again. Now be good and let me bathe you.”

Y/N whined, but let Heimdall place her in the tub, still refusing to let him go, but conceding to only having contact with his arm.

After making the bed Sarah checked on the couple again, placing a set of clothes and a glass of water on the counter. Although Heimdall had tried to stop her, she cleaned off the toilet as well and made sure to reprimand Heimdall for trying to do anything other than directly care for Y/N, stating that “the only fingers you will be lifting in this house will be to take care of our girl,” Feeling that Y/N was indeed in good hands, Sarah joined the boys on the porch.

Heimdall made her drink the entire glass of water before he started to bathe her, gently wiping away a day’s worth of grime. He hadn’t noticed when he started, but he was humming an old lullaby long buried in his memory. By the time he was finished, they were both far more relaxed. Y/N had stopped shivering and bleeding, and the frantic panic that had been choking Heimdall since he heard she was bleeding had loosened its hold.

Y/N was still uncomfortable and fatigued, but no longer felt as if she was knocking on death’s door. The crippling pain in her core had subsided to a throb, but the second Heimdall smoothly lifted her out of the tub and placed her on the counter to dry her off, the throb roared to an intense ache that settled at the base of her core and the tip of her clit. Her body wanted her alpha and now.

Finally having the mental capacity, she looked over the Alpha in charge of her care, Y/N cocked her head back, meeting golden lava eyes that lit her ablaze from head to toe.

Heimdall smirked at her dazed expression, no doubt mirroring it with one of his own. Holding her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks he said, “Hi, Omega.”

Y/N sighed into his embrace. “Hi, Alpha.” To which Heimdall gave her a forehead kiss.

Heimdall shucked off his jacket, placing it on the counter, followed by his shirt which he slid onto her. Y/N’s eyes got wide at the sudden display of his chiseled chest and had to fight everything in her nature to keep herself from preening.

Suddenly unsure of his decision to bypass the clothes Sarah left behind, Heimdall said, “I hope its okay with you that you sleep in my shirt. I thought it would help even though it’s a little wet.”

Y/N nodded and hummed her assent, smirking at the now nervous god. “It’s perfect.”

Heimdall nodded and scooped her into his arms again and walked back to her room, gently laying her in the center of her freshly made bed. He tried reforming a comfortable nest with the leftover pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals strewn about her room. Y/N whined the entire time until he felt there was enough soft material. 

“Alpha please, need you.”

“Alright, little one. Let me just grab my jacket. You need as much comfort as possible.”

Y/N let loose a long whine of “Alpha” until Heindall returned with his jacket in hand. She watched him puzzle about where to put the jacket and how he was going to fit on her bed with her for about 15 seconds before she grabbed his hand and yanked him down. Startled by the sudden display of strength and need, Heimdall just barely was able to stop himself from crushing Y/N entirely, moving to her side.

After he had been squirming around on the bed trying to get comfortable for what Y/N deemed too long, but what was probably only a few more seconds, she pushed him to lay down on his back so that she could straddle him and finger his locs and chest hair while she listened to the strange beat of his heart. Still holding his jacket in hand, Heimdall laid it on them before pulling the covers up.

He had gone back to rubbing her skin soothingly on her thighs and lower back while humming the same tune from earlier, creating a bubble of contentment for them both. They laid like that long enough for Heimdall to think Y/N had fallen asleep from her slow steady breaths when she subtly started wiggling against him. Determined to take things as slow as he could muster, Heimdall had already decided that they would not engage in intercourse before he got to know and earn the trust of the soul behind the omega. Although it pained him, he stilled her movements by grasping her hips.

Unfortunately for him, now that his omega had a little strength and energy, she was determined to get the relief she sought, refusing to keep still. She even resorted to begging directly into his ear, hoping his Alpha would break completely free and give them what they both needed.

“Please Alpha, please. Need you. Make it stop, hurts so bad, please make it stop,” she whined and pouted, continuing her wiggling assault. It took every ounce of self-control to hold his Alpha at bay.

Heimdall started purring, hoping the vibration would soothe her burning desire, but quickly realized that if either was going to get to sleep, he was going to have to step a toe over the line he had drew. Thankful he ignored the clothes Sarah brought, Heimdall brought his dominant hand to her core, gathering her slick and finding his way to her clit. Y/N mewled at the contact, relieved to finally get some real alleviation, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.

Scared of hurting her Heimdall was as gentle as he could be, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb while he allowed his fingers to tease her dripping hole. He watched every facial expression, memorizing how each graze of his fingers elicited a different one. Never had he been in the presence of a more exquisit being and he wanted to make sure that he would be an expert in his Omega’s pleasure, for that was all she deserved.

After he pulled two orgasms with her trying to ride his hand for more pressure and Heimdall pulling back to give her only what he deemed necessary, he finally plunged two of his thick fingers into her sopping pussy. He curled them until she made a noise that signaled he’d found what he was looking for and then he went to town massaging that exact spot, refusing to move from it. 

All Y/N could do was take the pleasure he gave. Unlike her previous partners who gave into her every demand, subliminal or verbal, Heimdall refused to take her lead. Everytime she moved to get the exact spark of pleasure she was looking for he returned her back to his pace and position. It was maddening, but it was absolutely divine how he seemed to know her body better than her. After the first orgasm she stopped making an effort to fuck herself on his fingers and let him give what he wished.

Four more orgasms later and she could no longer fight the call of sleep, too exhausted by the day’s events. The last thing she saw before succumbing to the bliss of peaceful slumber was Heimdall looking directly into her eyes and cleaning his hand off as if he hadn’t eaten since arriving to Earth. After he was satisfied he got every drop, Heimdall hunkered down a little further on the bed, not wanting a crick in his neck, and did his best not move too much more. It wasn’t too much longer before he followed her to dream land.

—--

After Thor and Natasha checked the perimeter a few times they decided it was safe to venture closer to the house, noticing how much less suffocating both Y/N and Heimdall’s scents were. Sam was telling Sarah and the boys as much about Heimdall as he could, considering they only officially just met and the majority of his knowledge was from Thor’s stories. He was glad Thor had walked over because then maybe he could shed some more light and put the boys at ease. Strangely enough and despite her initial skeptikism when they first arrived, Sarah had walked out of the house more relaxed than he’s seen her in at least a year.

Noting the lightness that filled the air as the Alpha pair walked up the steps, she figured it was safe enough to usher everyone inside, doing just that. She urged Sam, Thor, and Natasha to the kitchen to eat some leftovers, thankful she had decided to make chili, before she followed the boys upstairs to tuck them in. When she returned, her chili pot and cornbread pan were nearly empty and all she heard was scraping against empty bowls.

Sam noticed her first, taking this opportunity to ask the question that had been weighing on him since she returned to the porch. “How come you’re so calm now?”

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“Well you looked ready to murder Heimdall for having the audacity to even step onto the porch when we arrived, but the second you came outside you were far more relaxed than I’ve seen you since this all started. Hell, maybe even longer.”

“Easy. Remember that conversation we had the first night? About why it had taken so long for her to present?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember what you told me?”

“The gist of it.”

“Well I’m pretty sure you were right after watching him care for her and while doing so it was almost like getting a glimpse of both the past and the future.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Remember how I used to stay up to watch mom and dad at night and you used to come get me before I could get caught?”

“Sure do. I got in trouble instead a few times.”

Sarah rolled her eys and continued. “Well, I got a flash of that and then it morphed into Y/N and what did you say his name was again, Heimdall right?” Sam nodded “I saw a flash of them in a similar setting around the same age. And you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it was as if my alpha came up behind me while I was watching them and told me we could trust him with her.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the last part, knowing how difficult it was for Sarah to bring up her deceased mate. “After talking with him on our way here my doubts were mostly washed away, but if I ever needed a stamp of approval that was it.”

“Me too Sammy, me too.” she said, sniffling in an effort to hold back all of the emotion bombarding her. “Don’t forget to set your guests up on the spare beds, I’m calling it a night.”

“Okay, sweet dreams Sarah, love you little sis.”

“Love you too bighead.”

“Have the most pleasant of dreams lady Sarah, we appreciate the meal you prepared.” Thor said.

“Yeah, you kick ass in more than one department. You must share this recipe tomorrow.” Natasha added.

Sarah smiled weakly, “We’ll see. I have a feeling that all of our agendas are going to cater to making sure Y/N actually listens to what’s best for her for a change so yawl hurry up and get some sleep.”

Natasha responded with a “you got it” before the three of them cleaned the kitchen and turned in.

Sam laid in bed trying to conjure the images Sarah had described before sleep took him as well.

Next Chapter...

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Primal

Masterlist

Series Summary: What happens when descendants of Wakandans long-lost shifters meet their mates? What happens when they step onto the same soil as their ancestors? What happens when the sleeping beasts awaken? What happens when fate and destiny intervene?

WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme

A/N: This series follows three different stories and will intertwine. Heimdall x Y/N, M'Baku x OC x Okoye, N'Jadaka x OC

A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.

A/N: Erik is redeemed. Fight me.

Chapter 1 - Wake the Beast

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This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

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Finishing up a class and starting a new one but I’ve been working on my fanfics in between 😅

Fanfic authors be like "stay tuned for more" or "to be continued" and then don't update for twenty years, lmao.