summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣
— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.
Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.
— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.
Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.
— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.
Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.
— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”
Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.
— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”
Rating: 0/10. Wicked.
— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.
Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.
— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.
Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.
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“Shit — You grippin’ me baby…I knew all that badmouthing was just an act — This pussy so good…”
Obscene sounds of skin on skin filled the room, echoing through the wide halls of the palace. The Wakandan heat was palpable, emitting sweat from your pores that ran down your skin, tricking down and mixing at your privates.
Your ass was in the air, and Erik Killmonger – the new king of Wakanda – was behind you. His hands were firm on your waist, pressing into the small of your back as he thrust into you. The carnal act was set under the golden sunset, which perfectly illuminated the ripples of the flesh of your ass with every thrust.
Killmonger had always been ambitious; ruthless even, and now that he’d conquered entire lands, it was time for him to focus on you.
He wanted an heir.
And as his bride, you were going to give it to him.
Horny was an understatement. Erik took you anywhere and everywhere; once in sacred waters, with your back against stone walls and one leg around his waist as he held you up, dew from the waterfall tracing the patterns on his back. Another time he had you on his lap, thighs spread as you rode him on the throne, right into the morning sun.
And now you were face down gripping the sheets, fully nude except for the antique wedding ring on your finger. With a sharp smack, you lurched forward, losing your balance.
“You runnin’ from me?” He leered, baring his teeth as he smirked. “You ain’t never had no dick like this, huh?”
Between moans, you shook your head, throat dry as you tried to find the words.
“N-No—“
“Nuh-uh, none of that mumbling shit,” he cut you off. “Lemme hear it. Tell me who owns this.”
Clamping down on your lip, your chest constricted as the weight of his words weighed on you. The sex was good – painfully good – and Erik was undoubtedly hot, but your submission hadn’t come easy. Though you had no ties to Wakanda, you were one of Xavier’s mutants and had heard of the destruction he’d caused to those of the nation, simply for disagreeing with him.
That was why he’d sought you out; a mutant and a mercenary-turned-King would make a powerful baby…essentially ensuring the country’s status for generations.
Protection was one thing, yes, but your freedom was far more important, especially when it came to a man like Erik. You’d resisted him at first, to which he’d replied with a strong hand around your throat and a dagger pressed against your back as he held you against him.
“You might be all high n’ mighty now, but those people ain’t your friends. You belong here with the rest of us. I ain’t gonna let you forget where your real family is, princess. Never.”
You hated giving him the satisfaction, but you inevitably ended up eating your words.
“Shit…” you groaned, torso heavy as you felt Erik raise one leg, thrusting into you harder. His balls were heavy on your soppy wet cunt as he grunted profanities of his own, a thumb lingering dangerously close to your star of your ass. “ ‘S good…So good…Nobody could fuck me like you can—“
“That’s right,” he hummed, voice smooth. Sneakily, he pressed his thumb against your hole, the pressure sending a tingle through your loins. “Say it again. Say my name this time.”
“E-Erik—“ you breathed, the lower half of your body seemingly on fire. “T-This fucking dick is so good, Erik…”
“You just eatin me up…This ass’ so perfect—“ he sneered, brown eyes ravenous as he spread the fat of your cheeks, admiring the way your tight cunt swallowed all six-something inches of his cock.
He was balls deep now, but he could see his cock glistening with your juices at his base, vein throbbing as he felt himself beginning to lose control. His thick black locs blurred his sight as they fell in his face, unruly, forcing him to sit back and let your ass envelop him once more.
Each of his bulging muscled seemed to twitch, and you could’ve sworn that you felt your pussy quiver with anticipation as he called out the words:
“Fuck, babygirl. You drivin’ me crazy. ‘M gonna fill this pussy up, hm? You gon’ give me a baby?”
“Yes, w-whatever you want — ugh!”
You garbled, unable to comprehend the words that were leaving your mouth. Your walls clenched as his fat tip hit that sensitive spot, sending you crashing down almost instantly as he came with you with a loud groan.
Hot and heavy, he shot ropes of white ribbons into your sensitive cunt, languid strokes making pornographic squelching sounds as he fucked it into you, ensuring that you didn’t waste a drop. Erik’s grip on your skin was certainly enough to leave a bruise on you tomorrow, combined with the soreness of your ass cheeks.
Somewhat uncharacteristically, Erik leant down to place a chaste kiss along the small of your back and up your spine; chest dense and heaving as he practically collapsed on you, cock still inside.
“You doin’ so good for me, mama…” he cooed, briefly glancing at the sunset in-front of him, now casting brilliant shadows within the bedroom. You couldn’t see it, but there was a smug gleam in his deep brown eyes that would’ve told you instantly that he probably wasn’t done for the night.
Character: Erik Stevens Moore x Elijah Moore x Elias Moore x Alison Daniels
Warnings: Heavy Smut and barely any plot.
MINORS DNI
One Shot
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They kept her waiting for weeks. A whole month to be exact.
She had been so needy, a whiny little mess begging for attention— to be touched.
The boys teased her, kisses that lasted a little too long, hands that gripped her ass too tight and fingers that smoothed over her skin way too often.
She wasn’t allowed to touch herself, wasn’t allowed to cry or pout. She just had to take it. Take their absence as her punishment.
She had made the mistake of leaving. One heated argument that ended with her staying at her friend’s house for two nights. Two nights was how long she lasted before she crawled back to them in need of relief.
Her apologies didn’t cut it, not even when it came with the way her pussy cried out to them too.
The boys left her stuck, full of want, body aching from how bad she needed them. All three.
She was so damn greedy and they loved it.
That day they finally agreed she had enough. Her mood had been the worst they’ve ever seen, she snapped at everything, cried at nothing and barked at anyone. Never at them though, she knew better.
But the boys craved her just as bad as she craved them and the punishment started to feel like they were now the ones suffering more than her.
-
Their excuse to get her out of the house was that they had to run errands. She got dressed in a light yellow dress that hugged her curves and poked her ass out with some Hermes sandals and her purse. Her hair had been straightened, sitting down her back in layers of deep brown strands.
She grabbed a random perfume, probably one of the expensive ones that Erik buys her, and sprayed it on. There was no smile on her face, no excitement to be outside at all.
“You ready, mama?” Elijah hugged her from behind. Their shared bedroom was filled with the aroma of her lotion and scent. He buried his face into her neck, sniffing deeply, dragging his nose up and down her soft skin.
“S-stop.” She whispered, body shivering from how sensitive she was. Elijah smirked, deep chuckle floating out his lips.
“Come on, girl. Let’s get you outta here before you explode.”
Alison rolled her eyes and groaned. “It’s not funny.” She pouted.
“My bad, baby.” Elijah smirked, holding her hand as he led them out of the room and outside towards the car where Elias and Erik waited.
-
By the time they reached the brunch spot, Alison felt her stomach rumble. She was glad when their waitress was quick to take their order and disappeared off into the back until it was ready.
They were seated at the far end of the restaurant, deep enough to not be seen but still visible. Alison sat in a booth sandwiched between Elias and Erik, their backs facing the rest of the customers.
She was too busy on her phone to notice the way their conversations hushed, her mind too distracted to see the look they gave each other right before Erik placed his hand on her thigh.
Her body stiffened, eyes shifting to Erik who looked down at her and winked just as Elias placed his hand on her other thigh.
Alison didn’t speak, didn’t bother stopping them as their hands trailed circles onto the meat on her bones, slowly inching closer and closer to her heat. She was already wet, drenched from that little move Elijah pulled earlier. It was no surprise to Erik when his fingers met the damp thong underneath her dress.
“Damn. You already dripping for us?” She nodded, her words caught in her throat as she felt him pull the cloth to the side and rub her already enlarged clit.
Alison couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of Elias sinking two long fingers inside of her awaiting hole. She clenched around him, legs already trembling and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Elijah watched in amusement, his bottom lip cushioned between his teeth. He loved to watch her like this. Trying hard to hide her moans, grasping onto the table like it’ll save her from what they’re doing to her.
You could hear the sounds of Elias sliding in and out of her, cream coating his fingers with every thrust. Erik added more pressure to her nub and Alison couldn’t help but let a whimper escape her lips.
Elijah shook his head. “Nuh uh. Not a fucking sound or I tell them to stop.” Her eyes teared up from how good she felt, how much she needed it.
“C-can I cum?” Elias smirked, leaned down to kiss her cheek and neck.
“Already, baby? I wanted to play with you a little longer”
“I c—can’t hold it.” Alison’s back arched slightly, her body shaking from the buildup.
“Ga head. Let me see you make a mess.” Erik whispered into her ear. Deep voice snapping the last bit of restraint she had before her body bent.
Elias used his free hand to cover her mouth, just as she let out a small cry. Elijah groaned, dick heavy and pulsing under his jeans just from watching her. Erik and Elias were in the same boat, eyes locked onto her as she rode out her orgasm.
Elias pulled back first, fingers going right into his mouth to taste her essence. Erik followed, eyes closing from her taste.
“So good.” He moaned. The man had no shame.
“Let him get a taste, baby.” Elias nodded to Elijah. Alison looked at all three of them, wide eyed and face flushed. Her hands met her wet center, sighing as she dug her fingers into her pussy, coating them in her cum before bringing them to his lips.
Elijah wrapped his mouth around her digits, making sure to suck off everything she was offering. “I could live off of you. So fucking sweet.” He groaned, gripping her wrist to keep her hand there as he licked every single drop.
Alison smiled in satisfaction, her body feeling somewhat lighter, but she needed more and the boys knew that.
-
The car ride to the mall was quiet but the way their bodies hummed was loud enough to fill the small space.
Elijah drove into the parking garage, stopping in a secluded corner. “Go to the backseat.” Was all he said to Alison as he turned the car off.
Elias and Erik stepped out, giving her room sit. Elijah walked around, not bothering to get in the back. “Lay down.” He pulled her legs towards him. Her back met the soft cushion of the seats, thighs spreading open under the weight of his hands.
She didn’t even have time to gasp before he had already slid her thong off of her legs, pocketed them and then shoved his face into her warm abyss.
“Fuuuuckkkk” she moaned loudly, not caring who heard or saw her. Elijah sucked her clit then swirled his tongue around it like it was lollipop. His fingers stretched her out, pumping into her at a pace she could barely keep up with.
Erik and Elijah watched in admiration, just itching to grab her—tear her apart. But that wasn’t part of the plan. Not yet.
Alison whimpered against Elijah, her hands gripping dark coils, shoving his face further into her pussy. “Elijaaahhh oh my god.” Her legs shook, threatening to snap close from the pleasure but Elijah held her open.
“Give me that nut, mama. I want it all in my fucking mouth.” He puckered his lips, spitting on her clit before licking and sucking it back up. Alison’s back arched off the car seats— her orgasm shattering through her. She cried out, squirt bathing Elijah’s face and he just drank it like a man who’s been starved and dehydrated.
Alison felt him pull back, her eyes were glued to the ceiling, body slightly twitching and a small satisfied smile on her face. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
Elias passed him a towel from the trunk, he wiped her down before drying his face and helping her stand up. Alison walked on shaky legs, following Erik towards the elevator.
-
“Get whatever you want, I told you don’t worry about it.” Erik kissed Alison, guiding her deeper into the Louis Vuitton store. “You said you wanted this bag. Get it.”
“It’s too much, Erik.”
“When have we ever worried about anything being too much? Grab the bag, Alison.” Elias commented, already carrying a new pair of sneakers in his hand.
She sighed, pointing to the cute small purse she had been eyeing for months. The store attendant immediately went to go grab the bag from the back, already wrapped up and ready to go.
“Want to try on some clothes?” Erik couldn’t help but hide the sly grin on his face that Alison had completely missed. Too excited to get some new items in her closet.
The dressing room was huge and most importantly, empty. Alison had a big pile of clothes that resulted in her getting the biggest room… all the way in the back.
She closed the curtain, placing the clothes on the rack before starting to strip. Just as she was about to pick up the new dress, Erik walked in. Eyes dark and hungry.
She was completely naked, Elijah had taken her underwear and she didn’t wear a bra.
“Erik! What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer, just lowered his sweats low enough to pull out his shaft and then sat on the bench. “Come ride this dick. Been needing to be inside you all day.”
Alison immediately listened, her body answering before she could. She sunk down onto his length, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “Oh my god, you’re so big.” She whispered against his ear, her head resting against his shoulder.
“Take this shit. This your dick, you ain’t got no other choice.” Alison whimpered, relaxing her body so that she could take him fully.
He groaned, feeling her clench against him. “Good girl, now ride me. Nice and quiet so we don’t get caught, baby.” His hands gripped her ass, helping her bounce up and down on his dick.
Alison wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes squeezed shut, hoping it’ll help her stay silent. But she felt him hitting her G spot with every thrust, her body shook on top of his, begging to cum.
“You so fucking nasty. Look at you.” His hand cradled her jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. “Got me deep in ya guts in the middle of a fitting room. Pussy singing out to me like she ain’t scared that anyone could walk in.”
Alison whimpered, her juices coating him in a thick white froth. “Erriiiikkkkkk—I’m gonna cum.”
“Ga head. Give it to me. I’m bout to nut all in this pussy.” Alison let go, her body arching into him. Erik covered her mouth, knowing how loud she could get. He moaned into her neck, ropes of thick cum shooting into her as he rocked his hips, helping the both of them ride out their orgasms.
The curtain pushed open, Elijah and Elias watching Alison slump onto Erik’s chest.
“Let’s go before y’all get the cops called on us.” Elias helped Alison get off of Erik and get dressed. Elijah pulled out a rag he had, cleaning her off before handing it to Erik to wipe himself down.
-
The boys carried her bags as they followed her from store to store. Eyes glued to the way her ass moved, imagining the way her pretty pussy sat in between her legs.
“I gotta pee. I’ll be back.” The boys nodded, watching her walk off.
Once Alison was done, she stepped out of the stall to wash her hands when the door suddenly opened. Elias walked in, smirk sitting on his lips. The sound of the door locking was loud enough to awaken her nerves.
“Elias…” she whispered, eyes darling to the other stall, the door hiding the woman who currently sat in there.
“Bend over for me.” He stood behind her, pressed his hand onto her back so that she bent forward. Their eyes meet in the mirror, his clouded with nothing but lust, hers full of excitement and horror.
“Wait baby. There’s somebody else—”
Elias didn’t bother listening, he lifted her dress, groaning at the sight of her puffy lips. He pulled down his sweats, dick swinging heavy before he grabbed it and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.
“Elias wai—”
Alison moaned loudly at the feel of him stretching her. Slight shuffling came from the occupied stall, the woman peeked through the crack watching as Elias thrusted in and out of Alison. The sound of his length digging deep inside of her causing the woman to bite her lip, eyes wide in shock and need.
“You think I give a fuck about who watching us? You gon take this dick, anywhere, anytime. You hear me?” His hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her up against his chest.
“Yeeeeessssssss fuck— don’t stop. Please.” Alison’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs trembling against his while he fucked her like she owned him pussy. Elias kept her up against him, one hand around her throat, holding but not chocking and the other around her waist.
“Greedy ass pussy. You still ain’t get enough, huh? Been coming and making a mess all day and it’s still begging for more.” His pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping filled the room and the woman in the stall refused to look away. Alison caught the sliver of her eyes, they stared at each other as she moaned and clawed at Elias’s arms.
“I can’t get enough. I can’t. I can’t.” She repeated like a chant. Her body shook, she felt her orgasm trying to unravel her but she didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not while the woman in the stall looked at her like that.
Elias smirked, his eyes leaving Alison’s and going towards the small opening in the stall door. “You like this shit, huh? Like being watched while I turn you into a needy little slut?”
Alison whimpered loudly, her body no longer able to hold on any longer. “Yesss, yes keep fucking. Don’t fucking stop”
He bent her over again, gripped her hips and thrusted into her as fast as he could. Alison’s body bent like a crescent moon, silent cries escaping her lips as she came on Elias’s dick. He kept moving, groaning at the feel of her walls hugging him.
“Gimme that mouth.” He pulled out and Alison followed. She dropped to her knees, mouth open and tongue sliding out as he spilled his nut on her.
She moaned, swallowing all of it before pressing kisses along his shaft. Alison licked and sucked her juices off of him before pulling back and looking up at him with a smile you’d think was innocent.
Elias chuckled and shook his head. “What we gon do with you?” She giggled and stood up. Elias fixed her dress before pulling his sweats up and dragging her out of the bathroom, leaving the woman in the stall completely flushed.
-
The feel of the late night breeze kissed their skin as they all lounged around the balcony. Erik and Elias stood by the railing, blunt in between their lips and a cup of liquor in their hands.
Alison sat next to Elijah on the couch that was facing them. They all smelled freshly showered, bodies adorned in sweats and tight T shirts, except for Alison. She wore nothing but a red robe, silk smoothing her skin as she smoked her blunt.
“Come here.” Elijah interrupted the silence, his eyes were low and slightly red. His dick was hard against fabric, he’d been waiting all day to feel her. Alison, crawled on top of him, her back meeting his chest. Her legs opened, sitting on the outside of his thighs.
Elijah groaned, his hands working the knot of the robe before pulling it open. Her dark skin shined against the moons spotlight, her nipples pebbled from the wind, her cunt already wet and glistening.
Elias and Erik stared, not daring to blink.
“Show me what you want.” Elijah kissed the side of her neck, his hands gripping the heaviness of her breasts, squeezing and pulling like his own personal toys.
Alison squirmed, her hands moving down to pull him out of his sweats. He was already leaking, dick standing at attention against her palm.
She braced herself before sinking down onto his length. Eyes squeezing shut at the feel of him opening her up.
“All of it. You gon take all of it. Keep going” He moaned against the skin of her shoulder, his hand moved towards her clit, rubbing her slowly to help her relax.
Alison whimpered, her body easing down onto him. “S-so full.” She gasped, rocking her body back and forth.
“Mhmmm. But you taking it.” Elijah pulled her back against his chest, the small bit of patience he had snapping as he wrapped his arms around her body, firmly placed his feet on the floor and started fucking her.
“Fuck!” She screamed while his dick kept hitting her spot continuously. Elias and Erik watched, dicks in their hands as they stroked themselves.
Alison was in heaven, her body felt elated. Elijah was so deep inside of her that he could practically kiss her cervix. She loved the pain and pleasure of it all.
Her juices spilled out of her, gushes of it hitting the floor but Elijah kept going, moaning in her ear while his hips snapped up into her.
“Always so damn messy.” Erik groaned, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Elijaaahhhhhh” Her cries kept getting louder and louder, strangers passed by, eyes glued to the scene unfolding. Some kept walking, others stood and stared.
“Cum all over me, mama. I want to feel it.” He gripped her face, turning it towards him and pressing their lips together into a heated kiss. She could barely kiss back, her mouth open as little whimpers escaped her lips.
Elijah’s hand went back to her clit. Alison cried out, tears sliding down her face as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Mmm so beautiful.” Elias moaned.
“Mhmm” Erik agreed.
Elijah called out to her as he filled her up with his seed. Alison slumped back onto him, her body completely spent.
Elias walked up to her first, still stroking his dick. She leaned up, breast in perfect position as he spilled his juices onto them. Erik was next, gripping her hair, pulling her mouth to his length and decorating her tongue and lips.
“Satisfied?” Elijah asked, still buried inside of her while his hands smoothed circles on her skin.
Pairing: Erik “Killmonger” Stevens × Laila “Sunshine” Greene (Black!OC)
Featuring: Baby Kori, toxic baby daddy drama, a protective man who loves out loud
Summary: Laila’s built a quiet life for her daughter, Kori — and Erik has been her peace through every storm. But peace don’t mean silence, and when her ex continues using co-parenting as a way to disrespect her and disrupt their relationship, Erik has one response: step in and stay ready.
He’s not jealous. He’s not insecure. He’s just done watching the woman he loves shrink herself for the sake of someone who never deserved her. And when Dre pushes too far, Erik reminds Laila exactly who she chose — and why he’s not going anywhere.
Warnings: Co-parenting with a toxic ex, emotional tension, light verbal threats (from Erik to baby daddy), cursing, creampie, deep emotional bonding, soft crying during sex, mentions of past emotional abuse, protective themes, found family, soft aftercare.
The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon drifted through the kitchen like gospel. Soft and slow, just like the playlist spilling from the Bluetooth speaker tucked behind the spice rack. SZA humming over Al Green, some old-school beat Erik didn’t even bother to skip. He was busy flipping pancakes with one hand, pouring Kori’s juice with the other, and humming like he didn’t have a single enemy in the world.
But Laila knew better. She always did.
She leaned in the doorway, robe tied low on her hips, coffee warming her palms. Her curls were still a mess, face bare, lips full and untouched by gloss or morning kisses — but Erik’s eyes still dragged over her like sin.
“Staring,” she muttered into her mug.
“Admiring,” he corrected, flipping the pancake like he’d done it a hundred times.
“You only cook when you tryin’ to distract yourself.”
“I cook when I wanna feed my family.”
Laila arched a brow. “And when you’re trying to keep from cussing somebody out?”
Erik didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
Kori giggled from her booster seat at the island, little hands smacking the tray while her baby curls bounced. “I want nanners in mine!”
“You already got ‘em, pumpkin,” Erik said, grabbing a fork and sliding a fresh slice onto her plate. “Daddy E hooked you up.”
“Thank you, Daddy E,” she sang out, syrup already smeared across her cheeks.
Laila’s heart pinched. Soft. Sharp. That complicated middle ground.
She moved to wipe Kori’s face, but Erik beat her to it, crouching with a paper towel and pressing a kiss to the girl’s sticky temple.
“Messy little queen,” he said, voice dipped in reverence. “You gon’ run the world one day, huh?”
Kori nodded, proud and sugar-high. “Like Mommy.”
Erik looked up, and his gaze found Laila’s again — softer this time. Full.
That was the thing about him. He didn’t just love loudly; he loved all the way through. No halfway, no parts of her, no conditions. When Erik Stevens showed up, he stayed. And when he claimed you, he didn’t flinch at what came with you — even when that part had a last name he wanted to erase from the planet.
Kori’s last name. Dre’s name.
The name that still sat on her birth certificate like a damn bruise.
Laila swallowed hard and stepped back toward the hallway. “I’m gonna go change.”
“You sure you up for today?” Erik called after her. “We can switch it up. He don’t gotta see you.”
Laila paused. Fingers clenched around the coffee mug tighter than they needed to be.
“I’m good,” she lied.
Erik’s jaw ticked, but he nodded once. “I’ll drive.”
Of course he would. He always did.
Laila took her time dressing, not because she was trying to look good, but because she didn’t want to think too long about what today meant. Every drop-off was the same: tension bubbling just under the surface, Dre trying to twist the knife with slick comments and hollow charm. He didn’t want her back — not really. He just hated that she moved on without lookin’ back.
And he especially hated Erik.
She smoothed her jeans, tugged her sweater down, and slipped on her gold hoops — the ones Erik liked. He called them her “quiet armor.”
By the time she came back down, Kori had syrup in her curls and Erik had her wrapped in a towel, swaying to the music while he cleaned her up like it was second nature. Like he’d been hers since the beginning.
Laila just stood there, quiet.
Watching the man she loved, holding the daughter she made without him, and loving them both like they were stitched from the same bone.
He glanced up. “You good, Sunshine?”
She nodded. “You sure you wanna come?”
His brow lifted.
“Let me say that again,” she backtracked. “You sure you wanna deal with his mouth?”
Erik didn’t blink.
“I deal with worse in my sleep. He don’t scare me.”
“I’m not worried about him scaring you. I’m worried about you… reacting.”
“I always react,” he said simply. “But only when it’s called for.”
He pulled the towel off Kori’s curls and kissed her forehead. “Go get your jacket, shorty. We got a mission.”
Kori squealed and ran off.
Laila turned to Erik, voice quiet. “You know he’s gonna hate seeing you again.”
“I hope he does.”
“That’s not helpful.”
“It ain’t supposed to be.”
He stepped closer, hands sliding to her waist. She smelled like warmth and sleep and that cocoa butter he kept stealing off her shelf.
“Far as I’m concerned, he can hate me all he wants — long as he knows you ain’t his to bother no more. Neither of y’all are.”
Laila exhaled. “You know I don’t need saving, right?”
Erik kissed her, slow and soft, just once. “I know. But I’m still gonna do it anyway.”
The ride was quiet.
Not the strained kind, but the kind where the tension sat in the cupholders and the rearview mirror, taking up more space than Kori’s car seat.
The soft hum of the radio played beneath Kori’s tiny voice in the back, singing off-key to a commercial jingle like she was headlining a stadium tour. Laila half-smiled and adjusted her sunglasses, trying to shake the weight pressing down on her shoulders.
Erik drove one-handed, the other resting casually on Laila’s thigh. Not rubbing, not squeezing—just there. Solid. Warm. Present.
“I should’ve picked a different sweater,” she murmured after a few blocks.
Erik didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You look fine, Sunshine.”
“It’s tight.”
“Still fine.”
She sighed. “It’s just—I don’t want him thinking I’m dressed for him.”
Now Erik did look over, slow and calm. “Ain’t nobody thinkin’ that but you.”
His tone wasn’t sharp, but it cut just the same.
Laila didn’t argue. She just looked out the window, watched the way the sunlight curved around the edges of passing trees. The street signs started to feel familiar, like unwelcome memories clawing back up her spine.
When they turned into the old gas station lot—neutral ground, public and unavoidable—Kori squealed, “Daddy car!”
Erik’s hand tightened just slightly on the wheel.
The silver Dodge Charger sat crooked in the lot like it owned the place. The windows were tinted too dark, the music too loud. Same as always. And just like always, Dre stepped out dressed like he was late to a photoshoot nobody asked for—gold chain, designer belt, and the same cocky little smirk that never reached his eyes.
Laila turned to check on Kori, but Erik was already climbing out.
“E—” she started.
“I got it.”
The door shut behind him before she could finish the sentence.
Erik stood tall beside the car, arms folded, expression unreadable.
Dre clocked him with a grin. “Aw, hell. Thought I might get a break this time.”
“You didn’t.”
Dre rolled his neck, cracking his knuckles like he was bored. “You ain’t tired of playin’ stepdaddy yet?”
“I ain’t playin’ at all,” Erik said evenly.
Laila stepped out with Kori just in time to hear it. She kept her daughter close, letting the toddler walk while she held her hand.
Dre’s eyes dragged over Laila for a second too long.
“That the sweater I bought you?”
Laila didn’t answer.
Erik took a step forward.
Dre grinned. “I’m just askin’. Damn. Can’t compliment the mother of my child?”
“Watch your mouth,” Erik said.
“I ain’t say nothin’ disrespectful—”
“You breathed. That was enough.”
Laila’s pulse jumped. “Okay, that’s enough—Kori, baby, go give your daddy a hug.”
Kori jogged up and wrapped her little arms around Dre’s leg. He bent down, scooped her up, and kissed her cheek.
“Hey, babygirl. You been good?”
“She made pancakes with Daddy E!” Kori beamed.
Dre’s smile cracked for half a second. “Did she now?”
“Yup. And we watched Moana and he braided my dolly’s hair.”
Erik didn’t flinch. Just stood there, jaw set, letting Kori speak freely.
Dre kissed her again and set her in the car seat in the back of his car. Then he straightened and turned to Laila with that smug little lean in his stance.
“You let her call him that now? ‘Daddy E?’ You cool with that?”
Laila held his stare. “I’m cool with her being loved.”
Dre scoffed. “You cool with him tryna replace me?”
“Nobody’s trying to replace you,” she said, voice tight. “But you damn sure ain’t about to disrespect the man who shows up for her every day.”
Erik stepped in. Voice low. Dead calm.
“You ever use Kori to come at her mama again, I’ll make sure you regret it. You hear me?”
Dre laughed like it didn’t rattle him, but his eyes said otherwise. “She still yours? Or you just babysittin’ what I left behind?”
That was it.
Erik moved so fast Dre didn’t flinch in time. One step, chest to chest. No raised voice. No threats. Just that quiet violence in his stare.
“She ain’t yours. Not anymore. Not her, and sure as hell not Laila. So if you wanna keep showing up here walking and breathing, you better act like you got some sense in front of both of ‘em.”
“E,” Laila warned softly.
He didn’t move. Just stared.
Dre took a step back, mouth twisting like he wanted to spit words that wouldn’t come.
Erik finally turned. Walked back to the car. Opened the door for Laila like nothing happened.
She slid in silently, heart hammering. When the door shut and Erik started the engine, she didn’t look at him.
But her voice was small. Shaky.
“Thank you.”
Erik stared ahead. “You don’t ever have to thank me for protecting what’s mine.”
The ride back was even quieter than the ride there.
Not peaceful.
Heavy.
Like the weight of everything unsaid was pressing down on the roof of the car, threatening to cave it in.
Laila stared out the window again, this time not watching anything in particular. Just letting the blur of storefronts and streetlights smear into her vision like watercolors left in the rain. Her fingers twisted in her lap. Her jaw clenched. She hadn’t even taken off her sunglasses, even though the sun was slipping lower.
Erik’s hand rested on the gear shift. Knuckles tight. He didn’t say a word. He hadn’t since the gas station.
But she could feel it. The restraint. The rage folded into that calm like a grenade in velvet.
“E…” she started, voice low.
He didn’t look over.
“You know you can’t do that every time.”
“Do what?” His voice was flat. Controlled. A whisper of smoke under pressure.
“Step in like that. You can’t let him get under your skin.”
“He don’t get under my skin,” Erik said, still not looking at her. “He disrespects you. And I don’t tolerate that. Not from him. Not from anybody.”
Laila sighed, head tipping back against the seat. “But you can’t just… threaten him.”
“I didn’t threaten him.”
She looked over, sunglasses finally sliding down her nose. “Erik—”
“I warned him. That’s different.”
She didn’t respond. Just stared, lips pressing into a thin line.
Erik finally glanced over, eyes unreadable.
“You mad at me?”
“No.”
“Disappointed?”
She hesitated.
“…Scared.”
That word sat between them like broken glass. Erik’s hand flexed once. Then again.
“You scared of me?” he asked, voice suddenly fragile.
Laila turned toward him fully, sliding her glasses off.
“No,” she said firmly. “Never you. I’m scared of what happens if he pushes you far enough to do something you can’t come back from.”
Erik’s jaw worked. A beat passed. Then two.
“Sunshine…” His voice cracked just slightly. “He uses that little girl to come for you. To twist you up. I see it every time.”
Laila looked away.
“And I know you don’t wanna make it worse by pushing back. You don’t wanna start nothin’. You just wanna hand Kori off, keep the peace, and come home. But that man don’t know what peace is. He don’t want it. He wants control.And every time you don’t respond, every time you brush it off—he thinks he’s still got it.”
The words hit harder than they should’ve. Because they were true. And hearing them out loud hurt like hell.
Laila blinked, trying to clear the sting in her eyes.
“I just… I hate that this is our reality,” she whispered. “That I even have to see him. That I can’t just move on without dragging that shadow behind me.”
Erik reached for her hand. Held it tight.
“You’re not dragging anything,” he said. “You survived something. And now you’re rebuilding. And that little girl? She’s light, Laila. She’s yours. She’s mine. She’s not his tool.”
Her lip trembled. She bit it hard.
“I feel like I’m always bracing for the next comment. The next jab. He don’t want me, E. He just wants to remind me he could’ve had me still if I didn’t grow up. If I didn’t choose better.”
“You did choose better,” Erik said quietly. “You chose me.”
Laila swallowed.
“And I ain’t never gonna make you regret that.”
By the time they pulled into the driveway, dusk had started to paint the sky in warm streaks of honey and smoke. Erik cut the engine, but didn’t move.
Laila sat still too, hands still locked in his.
“I don’t want you to be the one always fighting my old battles,” she said softly.
“I’m not.”
She looked at him.
“I’m fighting ours.”
Inside, the house was too quiet.
Kori wasn’t there to fill the space with questions and cartoon theme songs. It was just the two of them now, and the tension had nowhere else to go.
Laila kicked off her shoes, dropped her purse on the kitchen counter, and stood in the middle of the floor like she forgot how her own home worked.
Erik came up behind her slow. Wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest.
Her body melted into his like muscle memory.
“I hate how small he still makes me feel,” she whispered.
Erik kissed the back of her neck. “Then let me remind you who the fuck you are.”
She turned in his arms, eyes glassy, lips parted.
“I’m not asking you to fix it.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“What are you doing then?”
“Loving you through it.”
That was all it took.
The first tear slipped before she could stop it. And Erik was already there — thumb brushing it away, lips on her temple, arms wrapping tighter like he could absorb the pain through contact.
She buried her face in his chest, and for the first time all day, exhaled like she meant it.
The bedroom was dim. Just the last burn of golden-hour light slipping through the blinds and kissing the bedspread like a secret. The kind of light that made skin look like silk and made shadows stretch longer than they should.
Laila sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders low, sweater half-off one shoulder, like even her clothes were tired.
Erik stood in front of her.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at her—really looked. The kind of look a man gives when he’s trying to memorize the moment before he breaks it open. His chest rose slow, steady, like he was holding back everything that wanted to spill out.
“You still with me, Sunshine?” he asked, voice low.
Laila nodded. “Barely.”
He stepped forward. “Then let me carry the rest.”
His hands moved to her sweater. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just… present. He peeled it over her shoulders like it was something sacred, like she might break if he moved too fast.
And she did break—a little.
Right there under the weight of his touch. Under the silence. Under the way he was still standing when everyone else would’ve backed off.
“I feel like I’m made of glass today,” she whispered.
Erik leaned down, kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her collarbone. “Then I’ll be soft with you.”
He sank to his knees in front of her, palms resting on her thighs.
“You been strong all day,” he murmured, “so now you let me be the strong one.”
Laila’s breath caught. Her hand found the back of his neck, fingers slipping into the tight coils there.
“E…”
“I got you,” he said against her skin. “Always.”
Erik kisses down her stomach slowly, his lips tracing a path of fire, each touch deliberate and possessive. His fingers hook into her waistband, a gentle but firm grip as he eases her pants and underwear down in one fluid motion, revealing her completely. She lifts her hips, offering silent permission, her body already responding to his touch, her breath hitching in anticipation. He spreads her thighs, his hands warm and sure, his touch a promise of pleasure to come. He kisses the inside of one knee, a soft, lingering press of his lips, a tease, a promise. Then he moves to the other, his lips just as gentle, just as possessive. And then, with a reverence that leaves her breathless, he buries his face between her thighs, his tongue exploring, tasting, worshiping, as if she is the most precious thing in the world.
Laila gasped, back arching off the bed.
He didn’t rush. He didn’t tease.
He just loved her through it—with his mouth, his hands, his voice humming against her until her thighs shook and her fingers clawed into his shoulders.
Erik holds her down gently, his strong hands firm but tender, anchoring her as she tries to pull away, her body overwhelmed, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. He presses deeper, his tongue moving with a deliberate, slow rhythm, licking her through the comedown, drawing out waves of sensation that leave her gasping, shuddering. His voice is a low, soothing murmur against her most intimate place, a promise, a comfort. “You’re safe, Sunshine. Let go. I got you.” His words are a balm, a reminder that she is cherished, protected, loved, even in the midst of her vulnerability, her surrender.
She came twice before he even took his shirt off.
When he finally stood, his eyes were glassy too. But not from emotion—from restraint.
“I ain’t done,” he told her.
“You don’t have to—”
“I need to.”
He stripped for her slowly, letting her see the weight he carried in his body, in his presence. His dick was already hard, thick and heavy, bobbing slightly as he stepped out of his boxers. But he didn’t make a move until she reached for him.
That touch—her touch—snapped the last thread of his control.
Erik lays her down gently, his movements careful and reverent, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He slides in slow, his dick filling her inch by inch, a deliberate, possessive invasion that leaves them both breathless. Her gasp is soft and broken. His is deep and reverent, a sound of awe. He holds her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks, his eyes locked with hers as he begins to stroke in, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His voice is a low, intense whisper, a promise. “I love you. I love you. I got you.” Each word is a caress, a promise, a truth that needs no further explanation, no further elaboration.
Laila’s legs wrapped around him like instinct. Her hands cupped his jaw. Her eyes stayed locked to his like she was trying to see the exact moment his soul cracked open.
He fucks her deep, slow, steady. Every stroke a message. Every kiss a promise. He talks to her between thrusts—low, raspy, affirming
“You’re not his mistake. You’re my miracle.”
“You gave life. Let me give you something.”
“You mine, Sunshine. Say it.”
She did.
Over and over, between moans and sobs and yes, yes, yes.
When they finally shattered together, it was quiet. Like the air had paused to listen.
Like the world understood that something holy had just happened.
They didn’t move for a long time.
Erik stayed inside her, forehead resting against hers, hand pressed to the space between her ribs.
“Still made of glass?” he murmured.
“No,” Laila whispered, eyes closed.
“You feel whole again?”
“I feel held.”
He kissed her, soft and long. “That’s all I ever want for you.”
The bedroom smelled like honey and heat. Her perfume still clung to the sheets, but underneath it—him. His skin, his sweat, the burn of cinnamon and cedar he wore like armor and home at once.
Laila lay draped across Erik’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absentminded patterns along the tattoos inked down his ribs. He hadn’t pulled out yet. Didn’t want to. She hadn’t asked him to.
It was quiet. Safe. The first time all day she hadn’t been bracing for something.
Erik’s thumb stroked her back, slow and aimless, like he didn’t want to break the silence either.
“You ever think about running?” she asked, voice muffled by his chest.
He blinked down at her. “From what?”
“Everything.”
He gave it a beat. Then shook his head. “Not once.”
“Not even when you found out I had a daughter?”
Erik didn’t answer right away. He just let the question sit there, heavy but honest.
Then: “Sunshine… when I saw Kori sitting on that floor the first night I came over? Holding that busted-ass Barbie and smiling like she ain’t know what broken looked like?” He exhaled. “That was it for me.”
Laila’s throat tightened.
“She called me ‘the man from the pancakes’ the next morning,” she whispered, a small laugh breaking the tension. “Like I was supposed to know what that meant.”
“You did,” Erik murmured. “You always knew.”
Laila shifted slightly, resting her chin on his chest now, eyes searching his.
“Why do you love us the way you do?”
He didn’t blink.
“‘Cause you’re mine.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s everything.”
He smoothed a hand over her curls, gaze soft.
“You didn’t need saving. But I needed purpose. And you—you and that baby girl—you gave me somewhere to put the love I’ve been carrying too long with no place to pour it.”
Laila pressed a kiss to his chest, slow and silent.
“I worry sometimes,” she whispered. “That he’s gonna do something stupid. Try to mess with custody. Try to drag us into some court drama. Use her to hurt me again.”
“If he does,” Erik said, voice steel wrapped in velvet, “he gon’ learn what happens when you come for what I love.”
Laila smiled. “You always this dramatic?”
He grinned. “You always this worth it?”
They stayed like that a while longer. Quiet. Twined together like the bones in a shared body.
Then she sat up slightly, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“You wanna know something wild?”
“Always.”
“I had a dream last week that you were carrying Kori on your shoulders through a crowd. And I couldn’t see either of y’all. But I could hear you—laughing. Like belly-deep laughing. And I remember thinking… ‘She’s safe.’ Like… even in the dream, I knew.”
Erik didn’t respond at first. Just pulled her down into his arms again, pressing her close.
“I’m not her father by blood,” he said quietly. “But I’ll be what he never was.”
Laila closed her eyes.
“You already are.”
Outside, the streetlights buzzed on one by one. The world kept moving. But inside that room, inside that bed, inside that man’s arms—Laila and Kori had everything they needed.
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below
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A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.
It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.
You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.
You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.
A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”
Erik does not speak in riddles. Doesn’t like too much complexity, but he will show you exactly what happens when your words fail.
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Tonight was supposed to be perfect. You and Erik were hosting a barbecue. Everyone was healthy, happy, and freed their schedules just for a chance to be surrounded by the people they loved the most.
Erik’s best friends and their wives and a few of your closest friends and their spouses. This was supposed to be fun. But here you and Erik were on the opposite side of each other not addressing one another.
You two were indifferent since the morning. A small disagreement has now boiled over into the evening. Usually, you’d have time to talk to each other, fuck it out, and be cool again by the next morning. This was different.
Erik had to be up early to barbecue and you had last minute errands to do for your guests’ drink menu. That left no time to address the problem and it was clear by noon that neither of you cared to fix the issue.
The original agreement was to wear cohesive outfits, but Erik decided to dress himself in a plain white shirt with shorts, ignoring your request to match.
Two could play that game.
You’d match him alright. So here you were in a backless white romper with your hair down instead. He didn’t say a word but his stare held weight when you appeared downstairs for the first time.
You were watching something mindless on your phone as you prepared the drinking glasses from the bar. You could smell the salivating scent from the grill airing through the house and sighed. He’d always bring you a piece from the first batch to “taste” it, but you knew that it was just one of his favorite gestures to do.
You hated being into it, but you would not be the one to cave first. He was the one who was short with you. The least he could do is apologize and send a rib inside.
Erik’s eyes burned your skin when you walked past him in your backyard, stepping on your tippy toes to reach for something near the window. He kissed his lips silently but didn’t say anything.
When you gave up and went back inside you weren’t expecting him to put the speaker down for you.
Silently, of course. Stubborn as always.
Your curls could be tighter and you wanted your makeup to last, already knowing that this night would end up with you being drunk under your own roof.
You waited for your curlers to warm as you refreshed your makeup. Pressing powder under your eyes, adding white into your waterline, something that drove that man downstairs crazy.
You lined your lips with your favorite brown lip liner and paired it perfectly with a baby pink gloss. The combo that fueled your confidence. It was also the reason that you were on birth control.
You curled your hair quietly, thinking about how long you two planned this event and sighed.
Erik’s footsteps were louder to your ears than usual. Almost like he was announcing himself before entering your shared bedroom. He found you in the bathroom and just starred. He walked past you, grabbed something from his side of the vanity, but at the last second, almost like he was considering not to, he slapped your ass and walked away.
“Change.”
You jolted forward, bracing yourself on the sink and shook your head. Visually taken back. Change? Right before people started to show up? You considered both sides of the night and muffled a frustrated scream.
Your titties did try to peak through the fabric and the stinging of your ass served as a subtle reminder.
You decided on white shorts with a simple white top. Still you, still matching Erik, and genuinely more comfortable. You hated when he was right.
When you reentered the kitchen you noticed the rib steaming from its place on the counter. An ode from Erik that he was still yours. Still there even when he was upset.
He didn’t look up, but you knew he was waiting for you to crack first.
As guests begin to arrive, you and Erik’s feud was put aside. You hugged all your friends, complimenting their outfits. It was so nice to see everyone and even better to be with each other rather than being at some longue with others.
One of your besties, Lara, softly glanced in Erik’s direction. She turned back to you. “After all these years he’s still obsessed with you.” She laughed, hitting you softly.
A few others laughed too. You looked over your shoulder to see what they were looking at. Your man was holding a conversation with someone’s husband, but his eyes were closed on you.
You shook your head. “Girl enough about me. How’s the new job treating you?”
The small talk continued and the drinks were poured. Everyone groaned over Erik’s food which he greedily accepted.
He sat next to you on your outdoor furniture once everyone started to mingle in one area.
“Man what you put on these ribs?” Rick, Janet’s husband, asked while practically licking his fingers.
“A little bit of everything. Then wifey taste tests for me.” He answered his eyes now focused on your lips.
Your lids fluttered under his gaze so you decided to look elsewhere.
Conversations started to spiral over to different subjects but all you could feel was the tension radiating between you and Erik. You refilled your drink to give you something to do.
You hadn’t heard the exchange between Erik and Rick once you walked away.
“You good?” Rick asked Erik, watching his gaze not leave your body.
“Yeah.” Erik sucked his teeth. You were on your third drink which means you were very close to being too drunk. Erik knew this but you weren’t speaking to him.
“Just be careful. Last time I intervened Janet’s good time we ended up having RJ.” He admitted.
Erik shook his head. “That’s exactly what’s about to happen.” He grumbled half heartedly.
You spoke around Erik all night. Never addressing him directly. “Erik did our lawn so well,” and “Oh yeah my husband bought those for me,” and his favorite “I just show him which color I want and my man makes it happen.” In reference to the newly built deck.
Erik’s hand on your thigh looked normal but you knew it was strategically placed there as a warning.
“How long do you think this can last sweetheart?” He whispered lowly.
When you didn’t respond he just nodded, rubbing small circles on your thighs. He downed the rest of drink before moving. You could hear your own heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.
“Baby can you get the other cord?” he asked, just for insurance if anyone was paying attention to you.
You nodded, practically running into the side door to enter your home. Erik took his time walking behind you. He enjoyed making you squirm.
You’d barely touched the cord on the counter when Erik’s shadow filled behind you. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching you fuss with nothing.
Finally, his voice cut through the quiet. “You think I don’t notice?”
Your eyes flicked up, wary. “Notice what?”
He moved closer, slow and deliberate, until your back brushed the counter. His jaw was tight, but his voice was steady.
“You braggin on me, fixing my plate, making it look real sweet for everybody else.” His hand found your hip, squeezing just enough to make you swallow. “But you won’t even look at me when you do it.”
You opened your mouth, then shut it, pressing your lips together.
“I don’t need an audience to know I’m your man.” He leaned down, nose skimming your cheek. “I need you to stop acting like I don’t exist.”
The words hit heavier than his grip. Because he was right — you’d done everything tonight except give him the one thing he wanted most: your voice, your softness, your attention.
“Erik—” you started, but the warning in his eyes stopped you cold.
“Don’t ‘Erik’ me now.” His thumb slid along the curve of your jaw, tilting your face to his. “You’ve been talking around me all day. That stops now.”
“Been watching you all night,” he muttered against your skin.
Before you could answer, his hand slid between your thighs, pushing your shorts aside like they were nothing. Two fingers stroked you slow at first, testing, before entering.
Your gasp was sharp, your hands scrambling for his shoulders.
“Say my name,” he demanded, curling his fingers until your body jolted.
“Erik,” you whimpered, finally giving him what he’d been starving for.
“That’s right.” His lips brushed your jaw, his pace quickening until the wet sounds of his fingers filled the room. “Don’t care if the whole damn neighborhood hear you right now. You don’t ignore me.”
Your moans spilled out in broken pieces, your body trembling against him as his thumb pressed against your clit. You broke fast, quicker than you were ready for, and you came undone on his hand, shuddering against his chest.
Erik didn’t let up until you were sagging against him. Only then did he pull his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips to taste before pressing a slow, possessive kiss against your mouth.
“You hear me now?” voice steady despite the storm he’d just pulled out of you.
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, and he chuckled. All you heard was satisfied but not finished.
“Good,” he said, setting you gently back on your feet, smoothing your shorts like nothing happened. “Because when they leave..” he left it up to you to imagine.
“Go on and fix that pretty face,” he said softly, thumbing a smudge of gloss from your chin. “Don’t want our guests knowing you’re already out of it.”
Your chest was still heaving when he set you back on your feet. Your legs nearly buckled, and his smirk deepened when you grabbed the counter for balance.
“I’ll head out first,” he added, adjusting his shirt like nothing happened. “Give you a minute to pull yourself together.”
And just like that, he left — casual, unbothered, slipping back through the door with the smell of smoke and ribs following him. You caught a glimpse of him outside, laughing with Rick like he hadn’t just had you gasping on the kitchen counter.
When you finally reappeared, fresh gloss and powder disguising the wreckage on your face, his eyes found you immediately. He didn’t call attention to it, didn’t say a word, but the smile tugging at his lips told you he knew.
The rest of the evening was torture.
His hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking in circles that no one else noticed. The way he leaned close when you refilled your glass, his lips brushing your ear: “Careful, babygirl.”
The glance he gave you when someone complimented your deck again — a look that said, Tell them how you thank me.
Every laugh, every nod to your friends, every bite of food he ate — all of it was normal. But every time his eyes cut to you, you felt the heat of what happened in that kitchen. And the weight of what was coming after everyone left.
When the last pair of tail lights disappeared down the street, and the house fell quiet you were nearly shaking. You leaned against the door for a second, exhaling, trying to will your heartbeat back to normal.
But Erik was already behind you.
“Don’t get comfortable.” His voice was deep, steady, making your skin prickle. “You thought fixing your lip gloss and sitting pretty was gonna get you out of what’s coming?”
You turned, but his hand was already on your throat tight, it made you tilt your head back and force your eyes to his.
“All night I smiled for them,” he said, jaw hard, his thumb stroking the soft spot beneath your chin. “Fed them, laughed with them, played the part. Meanwhile, you…” He smirked, though his eyes were sharp. “You out here testing me.”
“Erik—”
Your voice cracked, and that was all it took for his expression to soften just enough. He leaned down, kissing you slow, swallowing your protest before it could form.
Then his hand dropped from your throat to your waist, and suddenly you were airborne, tossed over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.
“You had no problem keeping quiet earlier,” he cut in, his hand landing sharp on your ass, making you yelp. “Keep that same energy now.”
By the time he dropped you onto the bed, your cheeks were hot and your eyes stung, though you couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or the fire building in your chest.
Erik stood over you, peeling off his shirt slow, deliberate. The sight stole what little defiance you had left.
“You think you teaching me something,” he said, climbing onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. His lips brushed your temple, deceptively tender. “But I promise you, baby… I’m doing teaching around here.”
And then his mouth was on you again while his hand pushed your shorts down with one smooth tug. He moved quick. No more foreplay, no more monologues. He’s been holding back all day and you needed to feel that.
He slid inside you with a groan, deep and unyielding, forcing your back to arch and your breath to catch in a sob.
“Yeah,” he taunted against your ear, his thrusts slow but punishing. “That’s mine. Every cry, every tear, every breath. Mine.”
Your vision blurred, your body breaking under the weight of him — his pace, his words, the way he never let your eyes slip from his. Tears slipped free, hot down your temples, and Erik kissed them away without losing rhythm.
“Go ahead, let it out,” he coddled, pinning your wrists above your head. “You don’t get to ignore me. You don’t get to pretend I’m not the center of your world. Not when I can make you come apart like this.”
Every thrust drove the truth deeper — into your body, into your bones — until the tension finally shattered and you sobbed his name, breaking against him completely.
Erik didn’t let up until he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a groan that rattled your chest. He collapsed against you, heavy and warm, his breath ragged against your throat.
When the silence settled, his lips brushed your damp cheek again, softer this time.
“You should’ve known,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss against your mouth. “I keep promises.”
YN decided to go to the club with her best friends. She needed some fun after the long week at work. It’s been months since YN has had had a decent fuck, and she knows she probably won’t get any tonight so she will dance the night away. Being a plus size woman, who is independent, a choreographer, and always busy is difficult. YN never really puts herself out there because she feels as if most men will reject her. Tonight, she just wants to have fun and go home to enjoy her long 3-day weekend. YN put on a black mini dress that hugged each curve especially her ass, along with her black wedges. YN waited for Shai and Destiny to pull up and soon as they did, YN came outside listening to their music and started throwing her ass in a circle. “LETS GOOOOOO BITCHHHH” said Shai and they headed to club Passion. YN, Shai, and Destiny headed into the club and went straight to the bar. Little did YN know, she was being stalked by two twin brothers who had a taste for pussy. Not just some simple pussy, some thick thighed, chocolate, tight wet BBW pussy. Erik “Killmonger” Stevens, and Michael “Bae” Jodan, who are the known drug lords of Crime City stalked YN from their section soon as she walked in. It was like they had twin telepathy when they looked at each other. They read each other’s minds when Erik opened his mouth and said, “We are getting her tonight.” Erik and Michael friends saw Shai and Destiny, and everybody knew they were getting into something tonight.
YN, Shai, and Destiny grabbed a drink, and the bouncer came up to them and explained that “The Terror Twins” would love for all three ladies to join them in their section which was quieter and calmer then the dance floor. The three ladies walked up the steps to the section and sat down. Shai and Destiny sat next to the guys that were eyeing them while YN sat by herself. The twins watched and stalked YN, and their mouths watered watching her. YN saw them both looking at her with fresh gold grills in their mouth. It made her wet, but she was not about to get herself mixed in with the wrong crowd. YN, Destiny, and Shai started dancing to All Dere by Glorilla and YN started throwing ass. Next thing you know Erik came up behind YN and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you come home with me and my brother?” Next thing YN knew Michael came in front of her and whispered in her other ear, “I know we make you wet so why don’t you just saw yes and come with us so you can cum.” YN knew she wanted to go but she had to show she had respect for herself when she responded. “Look guys, I’m not some piece of meat that you all can just grab and run away with. I am not that kind of female so if you excuse me, I’m leaving.” She said as she pushed back the twins, but little did she know that they love to chase their prey like a lion in the jungle. YN walked up to Destiny and Shai and told the girls she was tired and wanted to go home. They understood and called her an uber and she went home.
YN got home and undressed herself and jumped in the shower. She decided she was just going to put on her barbie pink boy shorts and a pink tank top. YN went in the front room and sat on the couch watching Insecure and eating popcorn. YN was watching the episode when Lawerence threw Issa on the sofa and broke her back in. YN said out loud, “I wish that was me getting fucked.” Next thing she heard was, “It could be, but you wanted to play.” Erik rose from the kitchen with a big smirk on his face. “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE??” YN yelled, and then Michael came from the den holding a key saying, “You should really find a better hiding place for a key. Under the mat is so old and needs to safer.” “Why are you guys here and what do you want?” YN said nervously and Erik spoke walking to the side of her, “Don’t be scared we don’t want to hurt you, but we do want to make you feel good.” Michael then walked to the opposite side of YN and said, “I know your body needs to be touched I seen the way you were looking at Lawerence and Issa on that TV, and we are going to give it to you.”
Michael pushed YN down on the sofa and Erik started to take off his button up black shirt to reveal his keloid chest. Michael then took off his shirt and grabbed YN by her neck and made her look up at him and said, “When we fucking my name is Daddy Michael and that’s Daddy Erik. You better say that every time we ask you a question.” Michael moved his hand and then Erik grabbed her by her neck and said, “You do not cum unless we tell you. If you cum without permission, then it is punishment for you. Do you understand?” YN didn’t know what she was getting herself in, but she did not care at that moment. YN shook her head yes and the twins decided to let the fun begin.
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Both twins went in for YN neck with their mouth. Michael was on her left and Erik was on her right side. They both kissed and sucked on sensitive parts of her neck. YN started to squirm, and the twins noticed that she was getting wet. Michael then took her lips and kissed her deeply and added tongue. Erik then kissed YN hard and bit her lip. Both twins then moved down from her neck to ripping her shirt and boy shorts off. They both looked at her and licked their lips. They moved down to her nipples with their tongues. Michael and Erik both grabbed a tit and sucked each nipple while YN turned into a moaning mess. Both twins then took their hands and went to her treasure. Michael rubbed and teased her clit while Erik stuck two fingers in her pussy. YN got over stimulated and was near her nutt. YN yelled, “Daddy Erik, and Daddy Michael can I cum?” Michael looked up at her and grabbed her neck and said, “Look me in my eyes while you cum bitch.” YN started to cum all on Erik and Michael fingers. Erik and Michael took their fingers out and put them in their mouth. Both the twins stripped out of their bottoms and YN mouth dropped when she saw how big they were. YN didn’t know what to expect this time around and she knew she was going to be done for.
YN lay back on the sofa when Michael instructed her to. Erik stood up by YN head and grab her head and started to fuck her mouth. Michael then went between YN legs and shoved his dick into her pussy without any warning. Michael was 10 inches and the biggest that YN ever had. All YN could do was choke on Eriks dick and feel Michael in her cervix. Michael started to give YN slow powerful strokes that made her body jump up and down each time. Michael had to go even slower due to how tight her pussy was. Michael didn’t know he was getting good asf pussy. Michael was used to trash pussy, but YN was heaven. Meanwhile, Erik was trying not to buss from YN warm mouth. Michael and Erik then switched positions and started to fuck her more. YN tried her best not to cum, but she was a moaning mess. Erik fucked YN harder and harder to get a reaction and without warning she screamed and came hard. The twins stopped and picked her up and she was surprised at why. Michael pushed in her pussy and Erik pushed in her ass. YN was screaming for them to stop, and they refused. Erik told YN, “Didn’t we tell you not to cum. Now you are going to suffer.” They continued to assault YN holes, and she came at least 4 more times before the twins pushed into her deep and Michael nutted deep in her pussy and Erik nutted deep in her ass. They both pulled out and took YN to her bed. They cleaned her off and told her, “We are going to keep the key because we aren’t done with you.” The twins locked her door and left. YN thought it was over, but she was wrong. She has no clue what she got herself into.
