Fangirl Refuge

Pisces, Libra

the fear of being abandoned/forgotten: Gemini, Sagittarius

the fear of not being loved:

Cancer, Leo, Taurus

the fear of failure:

Aries, Virgo, Capricorn

the fear of love/vulnerability:

I remember hearing once that he actually went to seek psychiatric help before accepting the role of Captain America because of how anxious he felt regarding it. As well as the fact that he already played another Marvel superhero and he was concerned how comic fans would react to his playing another hero in that universe.

I’m trying to prove something to my Dad and Step-Mom

Welcome to Apartment Bae 

You Like What You See?

Put You In Your Place

So @allhailnjadaka had a very special request and who am I if not a benevolent Goddess to deliver my entle what she wants so here we are.

Warnings: Y’all know what you came here for. FILTH AHEAD. 

Word Count: About 2.6k 

Leaving your product development meeting with a frustrated huff, you walk back into your office to gather your belongings to go home for the day. You were stressed and irritated with what had just transpired in the boardroom.

Your sex toys had taken off dramatically within the last 3 months and had given you the greatest confidence boost and push you needed to churn out more designs and even better toys. However there was research brought to your attention that ribbed toys were very sought after amongst your consumers and you had none on the market. You and your team had been going back and forth with different prototypes and add ons but everything kept getting rejected and it was back to the drawing board once again. As you began to pack up your laptop and notepad, your phone vibrates on your desk.

You rolled your eyes at the messages, a soft smile and light chuckle leaving your lips. Ever since he tucked you sweetly in bed and climbed in next to you after effectively rearranging your guts in your living room, Erik had stuck around. 

You began to actually like him more than you thought you would and despite him never saying anything, you could tell he felt the same way. He would come over to your house arms filled with food and treats and spend hours talking with you about any and everything. It could be institutionalized racism and modern slavery one minute and the next it was that peanut butter and chocolate do not go together in any way shape or form. You guys instantly clicked on some rom-com white people shit, it was corny and cute and felt amazing. You didn’t want it to stop for one second. You hadn’t really had a conversation as to what you guys were and you really didn’t want to ruin it with all your feelings and wanting him to be yours even though that’s what you wanted more than anything.

You get all your stuff together and leave your office, locking it behind you. You try to rush home to get some more work done before Erik gets there. After all this time you had actually managed to avoid him knowing exactly what you do for a living. When he asked what you did, you reply was ‘I design shit.’ And thankfully he didn’t press any further. You always hid any evidence of the toys when he came over so he had no clue whatsoever and you kinda wanted to keep it that way. You weren’t at all embarrassed about your job. You loved what you did, you just weren’t sure how to tell the guy you liked that designed sex toys for a living. You arrived at your place at about 3 practically running to get to your front door. Bursting into your apartment, you changed out of your work clothes into a loose grey spaghetti strap romper with a deep plunge then laid out all your plans and tools to jot down ideas on your floor.

Hours later, you hear knocking on your door causing you to look up from your laptop in confusion. Grabbing your phone, you saw the time was 5 minutes past 9.

‘Oh fuck. One second!’

You scramble around trying to shove everything under your sofa. You had notes scattered around your laptop with a reject prototype dildo with small raised dots on it. Your team concluded it was much too simple and lack luster and insisted on a revision so you had brought it back home with you to see what could be improved. You looked around to make sure there was no remnants lying about before running to the door to open it.

‘Damn girl was you tryna to hide a nigga or something?This ice cream was about to melt.’

Erik looks gorgeous as always. He was in a simple black t-shirt and some loose grey shorts that reach below his knees with some all-white AF1s with his dreads pushed to the side. He walks past you holding the white paper bag with red and gold ice cream shop logo on it as you laugh.

‘Hi to you too nigga.’

You take the bag from his hands and go to put it in your freezer. Leaning against your kitchen wall, He bites his bottom lip watching you walk away from him, the grey jersey fabric framing your ass perfectly as your shapely thighs alternate with each step. He loves to watch you move and fleet about when he came over or you came over. You moved with such grace and ease. It was like you were sure of every single step you took and never faltered and it was extremely sexy to witness.

‘You must have really had a nigga over in that tight shit you wearing. Ass looking juicy as fuck.’

You throw your head back mouth falling open with a loud laugh. You place the ice cream in the freezer and walk over to him placing your arms around his neck pulling yourself closer to him. His hands immediately go to your ass feeling the soft fabric over your warm deep brown flesh globes. You rise up on your toes to whisper in his ear.

‘The only nigga up in here is you.’

His dick twitches at your words and he groans, placing open mouth kisses on your neck. You sigh deeply and tighten your grip around him. He lifts you up immediately wrapping your legs around his waist and place your lips on his as he walks backwards towards your couch. All of sudden he loses his balance almost dropping you both.

‘The fuck…”

He catches his footing once again and looks down to see what caused him to damn near bust both your asses. His eyes widen the second they landed on the poorly textured faux phallus laying forgotten on the floor beside his foot. You let out a squeak and scramble to get out of his arms and hurry to push it under the couch but he beats you to it, picking it up in his hands.

‘Y/N what is this?’

‘Ummmm’

‘What you need this shit for? If you want a nut just call me babygirl don’t I always deliver?’

You let out an embarrassed laugh covering your face with your hands and shook your head. This was not at all how you planned to tell him if you ever planned on telling him at all but suppose there’s no time like the present. Not like you had much of a choice with him inspecting the reject dildo with his brows furrowed in confusion.

‘This look alittle janky though baby you need something better if you gon use this artificial shit.’

‘It’s not for me stupid it’s uh it it’s for work’

‘You use this shit for work?’

‘NO jackass I kinda um design sex toys.’

You mumble lowly head down hoping he heard you enough so you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself. When you look up, Erik’s eyes on trained on your face filled with mischief and knew he heard you.

‘What was that princess? Daddy aint hear you. Speak up.’

‘I said I design sex toys Erik you heard me.’

‘And why you so shy to tell me baby?’

‘What was I supposed to say E? Hey thanks for dicking me down and feeding me by the way I design dildos and anal plugs for a living how about you?’

‘Wait you got plugs too ma? You got one with a tail on it cause I’ve been thinking that fat ass would look real good with…’

‘Nigga what? FOCUS!’

‘Ok ok damn girl my bad. So why you bringing yo work home with you? This shit looks terrible by the way. I hope you don’t plan on selling it cause you gon have some real pissed off customers when this half assed fake dick arrive on their doorsteps.’

‘That’s because it’s a fucking prototype Erik. I have been trying to get a whole new line of ribbed toys on the market for atleast a month now and the board keeps refusing my designs and I’ve gotta start back over again.’

‘What’s the problem? I know you aint got dick block with the way I been piping you down.’

‘Aye calm down ya dick aint that magical nigga. No it’s not that. I just don’t know.’

You close your eyes in frustration and groan. When you open your eyes, they immediately land on the raised spots on the skin of Erik’s arm and you had a thought.

Despite it being your job, the actual use of the toys you created was lost on you. It wasn’t that you looked down on them or anything like that, you just never held the desire to have one of your own to use for your pleasure. Maybe you could….

‘You staring kinda hard babygirl you need something?’

‘No no no I’m good. How about that ice cream huh.’

You hurry off into this kitchen placing the phallus on counter as you pass. You open your freezer only to have it slammed shut from behind revealing a very confused Erik.

‘Im guessing you ain’t never used any of yo own shit then’

Shaking your head you try to formulate a response to the question without sounding silly.

‘No I just never felt the need to. I was perfectly happy doing what I was…’

‘Perfectly fine being lonely and horny got it.’

‘Ha whatever Patchy. Sorry I wasn’t out here hoeing in front of windows,’

‘But you sure was watching a nigga hoe through windows. Get smart again and see what happens lil girl.’

Those words made your pussy jump and you had to bring your thighs together discreetly as you stood in front of the physically intimidating domineering man. He was so fucking fine it made you mad. Like you actually wanted to cause him bodily harm for being so beautiful and the keloids only added to the grand scheme of his appeal. How one person could be so gorgeous was beyond your comprehension.

‘Now I’m tryna help yo silly ass but what you not gon do is give me attitude. I will leave yo ass wet and ready all night with not one nut to speak of do you understand me lil bitch?’

‘Yes Daddy’

‘Mmmm now that’s what Daddy wants. Come on to your bedroom babygirl. We gon do something about this issue of yours.’

Erik grabs your hand leading you through your living room down the hall and into your bedroom.

‘Alright take that shit off.’

‘What for?’

‘That wasn’t a question babygirl and I’m not gon repeat myself either.’

His statement coupled with a stern look made you jump into action and strip out of your romper. Of course there was no undergarments underneath so you were immediately naked. The breeze from your open bedroom window further hardening your already aroused nipples. You stand completely bare before Erik. He looks you up and down, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip and pull it between his teeth.

‘Fuck princess. You just so damn fine if I wasn’t tryna help you I would be helping myself kindly to that tight ass pussy but we gotta stay on target here.’

Toeing off his crisp shoes as he lifts his arms to remove his shirt, he gives you a full view of his dotted glory that never ceased to amaze you every single time you saw it. Taking a hold of both your hands, he pulls you towards your freshly made bed from this morning. He removes all of the decorative pillows that he always complains are in the way when he takes you in your bed and lays down in the dead center of the bed with a pillow behind him keeping him propped up enough to look at you while he situates you onto his lap straddling him. You peer down at him, his intentions still unknown and extremely unclear. Lacing his fingers in between yours, he brings your joined left hands to his lips placing a soft kiss to the top of yours.

‘Guess I’ll have to give you a taste of that ribbed shit you were talking about.’

‘How do you plan on doing that?’

‘Girl ride my damn stomach’

‘WHAT?!’

‘Did I st st stutter lil girl? Do what I said.

‘I’m not gonna do that.’

He grabs hold of your waist pulling you up onto his stomach your bare pussy grazing against his keloids effectively shutting you up with a gasp.

‘Yeah that’s what I thought. Ride that shit babygirl.’

You brace your hands on his chest to keep a firm hold on something. Having better leverage as you begun to move and sway your hips grinding your wetness all over his velvet scars. They weren’t hard and rough like you thought they would be on your pussy but soft and smooth like they felt against the pads of your fingers when you touched him. You hadn’t expected it to feel this fucking good though. The pressure and movement was making you moan and whimper as you rode just like he told you to. His hands still gripping and guiding you on top of him, aiding you in finding your pleasure. You hit one particular spot on your clit that made you cry out.

‘Ohhhh my god’

‘That shit feel good don’t it princess?’

‘Yes Daddy fuck yes’

‘You like riding Daddy’s stomach huh? Tell me’

‘Yes yes I do. Shit it feels so good Erik fuck.’

A harsh slap was distributed to your ass cheek.

‘What I tell you about calling me out my name bitch? Still aint learn your lesson from the last time I see. Don’t worry we gon fix that shit soon. You aint gon be improperly addressing me too many more times but hurry up and get this nut so you can make this shit for your job.’

‘I’m sorry Daddy I didn’t mean to. I just can’t. Can’t even think straight. Feels so good.’

‘Look at you. You not even speaking full sentences. Got that pussy dripping all over me. Take that shit baby come on.’

You move faster and faster on his stomach chasing your orgasm. You can feel it coming. It’s getting closer and closer and closer until you get that extremely familiar but still incredibly strong pressure in the deep recesses of your stomach. The feeling becoming almost too overwhelming for you to take and you dig your nails into the raised flesh of his chest earing you a deep groan from the man under you.

‘Yeah lil mama like that. Fuck that pussy feels so good on me. All slippery. Got a nigga feeling like a slip n’ slide.

Your orgasm building up and up until it finally snaps in half. The pressure becoming too much to bare causing you to throw your head back screaming out your undoing on top of Erik’s extremely capable stomach. Coming down from your high, you try to even your breathing out.

‘See baby was that so hard?’

‘Mmm no but…’

You gasp as an idea stops you in your mental tracks.

‘I’ve got it!’

You hop off of a chuckling Erik leaving a wet spot in the middle of his abdomen rushing back to the living room to pull all of your work things from under the couch with a newly found passion and understanding as to just why your customer ached for ribbed toys. You know you did.

me: (writes fics in my head while driving)

me: (writes fics in my head while brushing my teeth)

Will Smith as Tony Stark/Iron Man

Michael Ealy as Steve Rogers/Captain America

Chadwick Boseman as Thor

Zoe Saldana as Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Donald Glover as Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Kevin Hart as Bruce Banner/Hulk

Zendaya as Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Keiynan Lonsdale as Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Michael B Jordan as Loki