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[dreamingofmilk]

The Fight

Synopsis: You and Erik got into a fight and you were ready to cool off on your own. Too bad Erik had other plans

Word Count : 1458

Warnings: cursing

"I'm tired of having the same argument with you Erik! I'm done!" You could barely see through the tears building in your eyes, but you knew you had to get some space. There was no way you would be able to have a civilized discussion with him right now. You quickly made your way to your bedroom, ready to pack yourself a bag for the night.

Erik was right on your tail, his footsteps drowning yours out. “Where the fuck are you going Y/N?! We’re not finished here!” He did this every time you had an argument. You always wanted to get away and gather your thoughts, he wanted to completely hash everything out then forget about it. It honestly drove you crazy. You weren’t built to do that. You needed time to yourself after an argument. You opened the bedroom door and headed straight for the closet, where your favorite duffel bag was. You grabbed it from the shelf and sat it on the bed, ignoring Erik’s shocked face in the doorway.

“So you’re just going to leave Y/N? Where are you even going?” You could hear the anger building in his voice. This may just become another argument itself. You started grabbing the first few clothes you could grab, it honestly didn’t matter what you had. You’d make it work when you got to your best friend’s house. You just needed a night away to think without Erik in your face. 

You turned to him, slightly calmer than before. “I’m going to Angela’s. I need some time to think.”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You’ve got me fucked up if you think I’m gonna let you leave this house right now Y/N. You aren’t leaving here mad at me, and I’ll be damned if you drive mad.” He stormed over to you and snatched your clothes out of your hands and started to put them back into the dresser.

“What the fuck Erik! Stop! I just told you I needed time to think! I can’t do that with you breathing down my neck!”

He made a grab for the duffel bag, but you moved it out of reach. “No, we’re going to sit down and we’re going to talk this out. I don’t care if you hit me, scream, holler, whatever you need to, but neither one of us are leaving this house until we fix this. I’m not letting you stay mad at me, and I’ll be damned if you go and tell your friends so they can hate me too.”

He extended his hand, “Give me the bag, Y/N. If you don’t I’m gonna take it from you by force.”

You were getting angrier and angrier the more he talked. “Why do you have no regard for my feelings and needs Erik? I just told you I need some time to think on my own and you’re going to force me to stay around you?”

He was shaking his head before you even finished talking. “You know damn well that’s not what’s happening Y/N. Don’t even start that. I’m not forcing you to be around me, I’m forcing you to help me work this out instead of running off and talking shit with your friends. I’m tired of you running off every time we have an argument. We are both going to stay here and get to the bottom of this.”

He manages to swipe your duffel bag this time. “Ugh!”  you groan in frustration. There was no way you were going to get it back before he wanted you to. “I hate you so much right now!”

Erik nodded and sat on the bed. “That’s fine. Now sit your ass down and talk to me.”

Part of you knew you didn’t really have a choice. Either you sat down or he was going to force you to. Even though you knew that, the other part of you wanted to be petty and not just obey him outright. Make him understand how mad you were. You crossed your arms and shook your head. “I’m not a dog. I don’t sit when I’m told.”

He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re lucky I really love you Y/N. You’re getting on my damn nerves. Sit down and tell me how you’re feeling.”

You started checking your nails, refusing to acknowledge that he said anything at all. If he was going to act an ass you will too.

“Alright, cool. We can do this the hard way.” That was all you heard before Erik jumped up from the bed and threw you over his shoulder. It caught you completely off guard. You expected him to pull you on the bed, but this was a whole other level of crazy. You started beating your hands against his back. “Let me go!”

His voice was like steel. “Never.”

He carried you out of the bedroom, and through the house to the kitchen. He sat you on the counter and before you could slip around him he planted his arms on either side of you, trapping you in. He took one hand and grabbed your chin firmly. “I’m going to ask you one more time Y/N. Tell me what has you so angry so I can fix it.”

You sighed in resignation. You may as well give in now, there was no getting out of this. Besides, who knows what this crazy man will do next if you don’t listen to him. You took a few deep breaths and looked into his eyes. “I don’t like that you keep talking to her. She’s trying to be messy, and I don’t like the way she acts around you. It’s disrespectful as fuck that you keep entertaining her.”

His eyes didn’t veer from yours once while you were talking. You had his undivided attention. “It’s not like that Y/N. I keep telling you that. She’s dating my best friend, I can’t cut her off like that.”

You shook your head. “You don’t see the way she looks at me when you aren’t around. She has every intention of taking you from me. That’s why she finds any reason to touch you. Your friend honestly needs to watch his back. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was checking for other men too.”

Erik nodded, “If it worries you that much, then I will not be around her whenever you aren’t with me. I’ll let T’Challa know what’s going on.” He moved in closer to your face, your noses bumping. “I want you to listen to me though Y/N. No woman is taking me away from you. I’ve already told you I’m not ever letting you go. You are my endgame, my future. I’m not throwing that away for some girl.” He kissed you gently. “I really mean that shit babe. Tell me you believe me.” 

You pouted and crossed your arms. He wasn't listening! Erik noticed your change in body language and leaned in to kiss you again, "Tell me you believe me, baby." You continued to ignore him. He moved down and started kissing your neck. "Baby, tell me you believe me."

You were turning into putty in his hands, but you were adamant about this. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you couldn’t tolerate the disrespect. Him letting this girl sniff all around him made you look bad. Like you didn’t have a hold on your man. You scoffed, “Tell me you won’t let Cassidy disrespect me anymore.”

He smiled, his fronts shining teasingly at you “Fuck that bitch, Y/N. I’ll yeet her across the room if that’s what it takes to make you feel comfortable. She’s nothing, and you know that. I only put up with her because T’Challa is really feeling her.”

You laughed, “Good. Yeet her ass every time she comes up to you.” Erik kissed you again and moved his hand to the back of your head to fist your hair.

“You didn’t answer me babe. Tell me you believe me.”

You nodded. “Of course I do babe. I love your crazy ass. Just don’t let anything like this happen again. I really don’t like having to watch some other girl act like she has a shot with you.”

Erik picked you back up, your legs around his waist. “Never. I’ll mush every girl that gets in my face baby.” He pushed your forehead so hard you almost fell off of him. “Just like that.” He was laughing so hard your body moved with his chest.

You hit the back of his head. “Fuck you Erik!”

He just smirked, his hands palming your ass, “Don't worry baby, you will.”

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[dreamingofmilk]

can i request messing with erik while he’s playing the game? please and thank you❤️

Thanks for sending a request! Hope you like it!

Hour 1

You moved around the kitchen easily putting together sandwiches for you and your boyfriend. The two of you had the day off and you were so excited to spend the day with him. 

You felt him wrap his arms around you and take his sandwich. He kissed your cheek before he took a big bite. 

“Thanks babe.” Erik muttered and spanked your ass. You side eyed him and turned around with your Gatorade to sip in your hand. 

Erik watched you cross your legs in front of each other, a slow smirk crossed his face. 

“What do you want to do today.” You asked quietly, you were hopeful that you would get to cuddle with him and watch movies and you knew that he knew what you wanted to do. 

“Gonna play some games online with M’Baku.” Erik stared at you quietly. 

You fought to keep your face neutral, "I was hoping we'd hang out today. We haven't had a day off together in a while" 

"We can hang out, just give me a little bit of time to beat this level." A reasonable request. You could definitely entertain yourself for a bit.

You nodded, "ok, we'll hang out in an hour then."

Hour 2

You sighed for the third time in the last 20 minutes. You were hot. You stuffed your feet into Erik’s lap and watched him stare intensely at the game. He let out occasional curse words at the screen and to his good friends on the headset. 

“Sorry babe. I’ll be done soon, I promise. Nah fuck you!!” He couldn’t even hold a conversation with just you for two seconds. You rolled your eyes and moved to get up. You weren't going to sit around waiting for him. Erik squeezes your calf signalling that he really didn’t want you to move, but you were getting bored and had better things to do other than watch him play games. 

Hour 3

You were going to kill him. You had his murder all plotted out. No one would ever find his body. You spent a few minutes making a show slamming the cabinet doors in the kitchen and slamming your bedroom door, but you stopped when you realized he didn't even notice. Which of course just made you even madder.

How dare he ignore you like this! Who does he think he is? You opened your door and made your way back downstairs. Maybe he just lost track of time. You'd give him a chance to redeem himself. 

You walked up to him, a slight smile on your face, "babe? It's been a few hours. Let's watch a movie."

Erik didn't even look away from the screen. "Baby this is a really important stage. I can't stop now."

"You promised we'd hang out tonight, Erik." You frowned.

He still wouldn't look away from the game, "I know Y/N, but M'Baku will kill me if I stop before we finish the quest."

You rolled your eyes and left the room, slightly stomping all the way to your room.

You mumbled under your breath, "M'baku may kill you, but I'll definitely kill you if you don't get off that damn game."

Hour 4 

Okay payback was going to be a bitch. You watched yourself in the mirror admiring the new outfit he’d bought you a few months ago. You weren’t really sure what you were going to do to get him back. But your ultimate goal was to piss him off. 

You stepped out of the bedroom and walked down to the den. You walked around the couch and made a show out of getting your phone. 

“Where you going?” Erik stared at you intensely, though his eyes darted between you and the game on the screen. 

“Out.” You spit out.

Erik’s eyes cut to you. Erik hated when you spoke to him with such an attitude. But he deserved it. 

“You are not going out wearing that babe. Go change. I bought you that so we could enjoy it for ourselves and you think putting a jacket over it would help? Nah babe I said go change.”

“Nah Babe. I’m bored. You promised me time together and you haven’t delivered so I’m gonna go chill with your cousin until you find some time to spend with your girl.” You twirled around and made a move for the door. 

“You better be talking about Shuri babygirl.” Erik threatened his hand removed from the controller for the first time in a while. 

“I think we both know that I’m not.” You smiled at him and walked out the door. You made it to your car before Erik caught your wrist. 

“I’m not playing with you Y/N.” Your phone rang loudly in your hand. You pushed Erik off of you slightly to answer it. 

“Hey T’Challa. Yeah I’m on my way. You know I’ll never pass an opportunity to help you out!” Erik made a motion for you to hand him the phone. “Your cousin wants to talk to you then I’ll be on my way.”

They exchanged a few words in Wakandan and then Erik hung up roughly. 

“Take your ass back in the house.” Erik’s eyes were lit with rage. "I'm not gonna say it again."

“No go play your stupid game. You have been ignoring me all day! Not giving me any attention. And when I want to go out looking good now you have something to say. Fuck all that. I’m leaving.” Erik smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist. And picked you up effortlessly. 

He let out a sinister chuckle as he carried you back in the house. “You want attention, you got it.”

Hour 5

You would never ask for attention again. You were exhausted, hot, and tired. Your body couldn’t handle another moment with the sex demon you called a boyfriend. 

Erik sat at the end of the bed and lit a blunt. It kind of pissed you off that he could look so composed while you look like hell. He glanced back at you and smirked at your worn out body. Involuntarily you shrunk back from his gaze and tried to cover your naked body with the sheet. Erik rolled his eyes and stood up reaching for his shorts to head back to the den. 

“I’ll be finishing up the game.” He turned back towards you and licked his lips. “Unless you want some more attention.” A devious chuckle left his lips as he headed down the hallway. 

"Bastard" you mumbled.

"Say that shit again and watch what happens." He yelled from down the hallway.

You didn't say anything because you didn't want to. Not because you were scared of your man's demon dick.

Hour 6

Maybe. Maybe you did want more attention. No. You needed more attention. You found some of your best lingerie and put it on along with Erik's favorite perfume. You didn't even bother throwing on a robe, what was the point? You smirked as you made your way downstairs, the speakers booming with gunshots. You were definitely a glutton for punishment, but it's really Erik's fault.

At least that's what you'll keep telling yourself.

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[dreamingofmilk]

Biggest Puddle Ever

Synopsis: You and Erik have some fun in the movie theater

Word Count: 1,264

Warnings: smut, cursing

“You are really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” Erik leans over to whisper in your ear, as the movie plays in front of you and his friends. Your ears burn hot as you try to focus on the screen in front of you. Your skin felt cool and sweaty at the same time. Sharing a spacious recliner with him had been the worst idea. The smell of him alone was fucking with you right now. Erik watched you squirm with amusement. It was only fair that you suffer the way he had to. You thighs always begging for his attention. The constant need to hide his hard-ons whenever he’s around you.

You’d made friends with Erik and his friends pretty quickly when you moved to Oakland. 

Despite their general appearance, they were actually pretty sweet guys. Well… They were sweet to you. You’ve seen before how they treated others around them and it wasn’t the best. But it was how they ran their town. 

Your grandmother introduced you to them when you first moved to Oakland to help her take care of the house for one summer. One summer was all it took for you to quickly become friends with Erik and his crew, and for you to find the job of your dreams that never made you want to leave.

Erik and his friends cut your grandmother’s grass whenever they could, they took out her trash, and they took her to her doctor’s appointments. They were about as sweet to your grandmother as they were to you.

You met Erik one night when your grandmother made dinner for all of them, to thank them for what they do for her, and to introduce them to you. When you first saw Erik, you thought he was gorgeous. Smooth Mahogany brown skin, deep dimples, and the sweetest most intense eyes. There was nothing about him that warned you not to get too close except for his dangerously good looks. He flirted with you the entire night and just being around him lit your body on fire. You have never been so attracted to a man, and he quickly let you know that he felt the same way.

Even the days after you exchanged numbers and texted for a few days, you never got the hint that he was as dangerous as you knew him to be now.

His sweet good morning texts and late-night phone calls made your heart sing. Your grandmother loved Erik and enjoyed having him around as much as you did. But it was never clear that he was the head of the local mob. Until you saw him threaten a guy for approaching you inappropriately. That night you saw a side of Erik, that turned you on more than anything. More than it should.

You glance at Erik only to find him staring intently at you.

“Shut up.” You respond crossing your legs in the other way. You were trying any leg position to get even the smallest bit of relief. Erik made you hot. And this year-long dry spell you had going was not helping. 

“I can help you out ma. Just let me know.” He smiled wickedly at you. The boys in the row in front of you completely engrossed in the action-packed movie playing in front of them. They paid you and Erik no mind. You’re sure they can’t even hear you.

“I said Shut Up.” You bit out harshly.

Erik grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Watch yourself, baby girl. Despite what you think you know. I bite.” Erik placed a soft kiss on your lips, his eyes told you that he was testing the waters. You sighed when he kissed you again, a warm feeling of content washed over you. He painfully nipped at your bottom lip causing you to jerk back and gasp in surprise.

“Ow!” You say pointedly watching Erik’s muscular shoulders shake as he laughs.

“I told you.” You roll your eyes and lean forward eager to have his lips on yours again. He smiles as he presses his lips against yours. 

“Mmhm, fuck.” He groans into the kiss. The two of you get deeper into the kiss, his lips overtaking yours for dominance. You roughly bit his bottom lip in retaliation for what he did earlier. You expect Erik to jerk back in surprise as you did, instead, Erik deepens the kiss and pulls your body closer to his. You squeak softly when Erik puts his lips in your neck. His kisses sloppy and purposely trying to leave a mark. Erik holds you tight and bites down roughly into your neck. You almost cry out when Erik’s hand covers your mouth. His lips and teeth still pleasurably moving on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Shit Erik.” Erik hums in agreeance and slides a hand up your shirt, his nimble fingers delving into your bra and plucking at your nipple.

“Your friends.” You start to mumble, halfway trying to stop him and his skilled fingers as they work your hardened nipple.

“If you’re quiet enough, they won’t hear you.” Erik pulls his head from your neck and glances at his two favorite goons before he raises your shirt slightly his mouth quickly attaching to your nipple. You arch into him, the fear of his friends seeing this frightens you but excites you at the same time. You cradle Erik’s head in your hands, his lips and tongue bringing you so much pleasure, too much pleasure. 

You feel like you could cum from this alone, but Erik has more up his sleeves. One of his hands slid down into your shorts, bypassing the underwear and heading straight for your clit. Your body arches into his as you bite your lip to refrain from crying out. His fingers circle your clit, dipping down a few times to dip into your soaked pussy and bring the wetness up to once again circle your clit.

“Fuck.” You moan into Erik’s ear. He chuckles when he feels your pussy clenching on him. He knows how close you are, he can feel your body shaking in excitement. 

“It’s crazy how turned on you are. I know most of the puddle in your pants is for me. But I also know that some of it is because my friends are sitting right there.” Erik flexes his fingers in you a soft kiss placed right below your ear. 

“Who would have thought, innocent little you getting so wet at the idea of being caught.” You clenched around his fingers, a small moan left you. “Or is it that you want them to catch us. You want them to see how wet this pussy is for me.” You want to glare at him, you do but the pleasure he is bringing you, you can’t bring yourself to lie in the slightest.

“I’m gonna cum.” You hum out lowly.

“Of course you are.” He slowly pulls his fingers out to suck on them. A loud groan leaves his lips as he tastes your essence on his fingers. You watch him curiously, anger waiting on the hinge as you watch his next move.

Erik smiles at you and fixes your shirt back into place.

“This is my favorite part of the movie.” He gestures towards the giant projected screen. “I don’t want to miss it.” Erik turns toward the screen and continues to watch the movie as if his hands weren’t just in your pants causing the biggest puddle ever.

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[dreamingofmilk]

Anesthesia

Synopsis: You've been assigned to give Thor a check up after his surgery. Who would have thought anesthesia would affect him this way?

Word Count: 1486

Warnings: mild smut

"Y/N you're needed in exam room 200."

You sighed, "There goes my break." You threw away what was left of your lunch and made your way to the second floor of the stark tower, the Avengers private hospital level. 

Once you got there you grabbed the patient chart. Your manager, Kelly, was waiting outside of the room. You raised an eyebrow, "What are we dealing with here?" 

"Patient underwent surgery successfully, but is still feeling the anesthesia. He just needs a routine check." You nodded and glanced through the chart, scanning over the name and a bit of the medical information before your eyes flew back to the name. Thor Odinson was in the hospital?! You were surprised paparazzi weren't busting the door down. 

"Thor?!" You whisper yelled. 

Kelly smirked. "Why do you think I called you? You're the only one I know who won't fangirl around him. The last thing the hospital needs is a sexual harassment charge."

Joke's on you Kelly! Y/N thought. You loved Thor the most of all the Avengers. His looks obviously, but his personality even more. He was goofy and kind, and loyal to a fault. You just didn’t let your interest in him show at work. Hospitals are breeding grounds for gossip, especially amongst the other nurses, so you tried your hardest to keep your name out of anyone's mouth. This would be a dream come true. You get to not only meet your favorite 'celebrity', you get to treat him. Kelly really came through clutch! 

You shook off as much of your nerves as you could. Fan or not, you were going to make sure Thor got the best care possible, from you or anyone else that crosses this threshold. Once you’d gotten your bearings, you knocked softly on the door. All you heard was a grunt, so you opened the door and quickly realized that all of the photos and Youtube videos you’d seen of Thor didn’t do him justice.

The man was absolutely massive! The hospital bed barely contained him. His feet hung off the edge and his arms hung from the sides of the bed. He seemed to be awake, but he wasn’t quite lucid. What drugs could they have possibly used that worked on a fucking god?

You cleared your throat and greeted him. “Hello Mr. Odinson. My name is Nurse Y/N, I’ll be giving you a check to make sure everything went well with the surgery. Is that ok?”

The only answer you received was a grunt, so you moved forward slowly and put on your gloves and equipment. 

“Ok Mr. Odinson, Can you sit up for me please?”

He righted himself before you could reach out to assist him. So he must be somewhat coherent, you thought to yourself. You grabbed your blood pressure cuff and did your best to wrap it around his massive arm. It just barely made it. “There we go. You’re going to feel a bit of pressure on your arm.” 

Thor chuckled, “Which one, the one between my legs? I already feel plenty of pressure there. You’re very pretty you know. Makes things kind of hard for me, shame on you.” His speech was slurred, but you understood every word he said. You couldn’t even stop your eyes from glancing at the area in question, and the bulge there was just as massive as the rest of his body. You shuddered at the thought. How the hell could anybody take that beast?

You didn’t respond to him out loud though. There’s no way you could have a casual conversation about his dick, or the fact that it was getting hard. You'd just pretend you didn't hear him. The blood pressure cuff creaked as it tightened around his arm, no doubt straining to stay intact. You double checked that the velcro was secure and carried on with your examination.

"Blood pressure looks good. Now I need to check your heartbeat."

Thor nodded slightly. And sat up a bit straighter. You moved it to his chest, the sensor looked like a toy compared to his broad chest. His heartbeat started at a normal pace, but it gradually sped up. You were worried something was amiss until he spoke. 

Thor groaned quietly. "You smell so good." He reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist. Suddenly his face was buried in your neck. It took everything in you not to let out the nastiest moan you had within you. You pulled back slowly as Thor moved his large arms to wrap around your waist. His eyes were glazed, but there was much more awareness there than you thought. 

"Mr. Odinson, I need you to calm down so I can get an accurate heart rate." You gulped. 

His eyes dropped from yours to your lips. You felt your body clench when he bit his bottom lip and slowly brought his eyes back to yours. No one should be able to put that much sex appeal into a look while doped up on anesthesia. This man was dangerous. 

He smiled, "How is any man supposed to be calm around you? I'm sure humans fall at your feet." 

"Definitely not happening." You looked away in embarrassment, a humorless laugh fell from your lips. 

He scoffed, "Then they are weak or stupid. I am neither. I know beauty when I see it."

You were taken aback. You knew you were attractive, but you didn't consider yourself especially beautiful. And the way he said it, so casually, like it was an accepted fact, just made it that much better. 

You couldn't look at his face, you were too flustered, but Thor wasn't having it. He lightly grabbed your chin and pulled your face up until your eyes met. His eyes were so piercing, it felt like they were slicing you open and looking at your bare soul. 

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. There was only an inch of space between you and you could pick out all of the little details in his face. The flecks of green in his eyes, how unfairly long his eyelashes were, how soft his lips looked. 

He grinned, like he knew exactly where your focus was, "Y/N, when I get you alone…" He paused and let out a soft groan while shifting slightly, still quite unbalanced from the anesthesia. "We'll be so good together. I'll make you feel so good. Thunder doesn't only cause pain, sweetheart."

You couldn't fight the shiver that ran through your entire body. Thor was lowkey kinky! You were definitely trying to find out just how deep that kinkiness ran, but you had a job to do. "My only concern is your health Mr. Odinson." There we go, a safe answer.

Thor scoffed, "You forget I'm a god. I can smell you, Y/N. My health isn't your only concern. Don't worry though. As soon as I sleep this off, I'll take care of your other concern. You'll have to keep that uniform on, I quite like it." He grips your scrub clad ass tightly and thoroughly. You let out a soft whimper in response to his groping. 

He groaned as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, "Have you ever felt every nerve ending in your body go off all at once?"

You moaned from his rough treatment, "No, that's not medically possible."

He tsked and pulled you closer. His hand moved down slightly and his middle finger brushed against your core and he sent a shock that started at your clit and radiated through your entire body. You could feel your toes curl and your scalp tingle. You quickly reached out and grabbed his biceps as your knees gave out. Thank god these rooms were soundproofed. The moan you let out was definitely loud enough to be heard through the hallway.

Your eyes flitted up to his, "What the hell was that?!"

He licked his lips and smiled. You felt your panties dampen. “You'll find out soon. The doctor says I should be released later today once the sedative has worn off. I'll take care of us then.”

Thor presses a soft kiss on your lips, so fleeting you thought you imagined it, until you felt a sharp stimulating zing on your lips. You gasped and pulled back looking at Thor in shock, the lightning blue in his eyes slowly dissipating with a huge smirk on his lips. 

A minute later he was sleeping, snoring without a care in the world. Like he didn't just promise to blow your back out. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You weren’t sure, but you made a mental note to ask Kelly for a day off tomorrow. You looked back at the large mass of god in the bed and bit your bottom lip, your body still tingling with remnants of thel electric shocks.  

Better make it two days. 

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[dreamingofmilk]

Stop

Synopsis: Erik gets into a lot of fights because of you. Maybe you aren't what he needs anymore.

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: mild angst, cursing, mild smut

Getting ready with Erik was always, ALWAYS, a hassle, the two of you could never keep your hands off each other. And tonight was no different. You watched intently in the mirror as Erik showered in the clear glass shower. He looked spectacular as the waterfall showerhead cascaded him with water.

You were supposed to be doing your makeup, but how could you with a sight behind you like that? You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, this was exactly why you two had to take separate showers, the temptation was real, it always had been. But you both promised your friends that you would be on time tonight, especially to help them set up. The two of you were leaving to visit Wakanda for two months this time and your friends always missed you while you were gone. 

“Babe!” Erik shouted as he stepped up behind you, his wet muscles on display and his dark blue towel hung loosely around his hips. You clenched your fist tightly in order to keep your hands to yourself. 

“Yeah?” You leaned back to look at him. He smirked down at you then kneeled down in front of you a gently wet hand caressing your face.

“You ain’t even got no foundation on. You've been staring at my dick this whole time from the mirror?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a heat crept over your cheeks. You kissed your teeth and pushed Erik away from you. Erik fell back laughing, his deep boyish laughter, filled you with rage. You smirked at him as you stood up to take off your robe, showing off the new lingerie you’d bought to tease him with. His jaw dropped as he watched you step around him and walk into the walk-in closet that held your outfit for the night.

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you slip the red dress over your hips. He stood up quickly and approached you in the closet.

“Where are you going with that on?” His hands grazed your hips, his fingers playing in the lace.

“To the party, duh.” Erik planted two soft kisses on your neck. His fingers started gripping your hips tightly. Your ass coming into contact with his hard-on.

“You wearing that, you must be planning on letting me hit it in Cam’s backroom?” 

Your heart rate increased at the idea of fucking him in public. Again. You pushed your ass back on him, sighing when you heard a deep groan leave his mouth. His fingers crept around to the front of your dress and snuck their way into your panties, pressing a delicious pressure into your clit.

You nodded, not completely aware of what you were agreeing to, your only thoughts were prayers that he wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t, his fingers dove deep into your wetness and quickly brought you to a leg-shaking climax, your new panties effectively ruined. You rested your hand on the railing in front of you. Trying to catch your breath as you watched Erik put his fingers into his mouth to taste your essence.

“You are not leaving the house in that short ass dress with this sexy ass lingerie on under it, choose one.” He softly kissed your neck again and left your closet to go change in his. 

*************

The party was going well until this guy approached you, aggressively. You tried to dissuade him repeatedly. You knew Erik would be pissed if he saw how aggressively this guy was handling you. Things could escalate quickly.

“No Tish don’t go get them we got this. Sir please leave me alone, I'm not interested.” You tried to remove your wrist from his tight hold, which was growing more painful by the second. 

“Come on sweets, you know I can take good care of you.” You tried to wrestle your arm free some more. You knew it was only a matter of time before Erik showed up on his own or Tish went to get him. 

“You’re hurting me.” You cried out. You stomped on his foot roughly only to be manhandled harder. Tish tried to step in only to be shoved aside. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. You really didn’t want Erik to have another body to add to his scars. You wanted him to get out of that lifestyle. But every five seconds it seemed like you were just pulling him right back in. 

You finally felt the guy let go of you and you looked up to see Erik’s hard eyes find you. He quickly checked you for injuries only to see you cradling your wrist delicately. 

You calmly watched Erik as he got into another fight. You knew his reputation preceded him because in the back corner of one of his homeboy’s house parties, no one paid him any mind as Kill knocked this guy out for putting his hands on you.

You were used to it by now, the annoyance blatant on your face as he continued to beat the guys face in. You looked around looking at the sparse crowd that paid Kill no attention. Most people knew that you were Kill’s fiancé, but you were fine enough that the ones that didn’t would always approach you trying to hit on you. Most stepped back once you told them you were engaged, but the few that didn’t made things more difficult for themselves. 

You understood why he was fighting right now, the guy had put his hands on you trying to get you to go home with him. 

But Erik’s anger began to scare you, it became too much sometimes. Erik told you before once he got started it was hard for him to stop. Especially when it has something to do with you. 

Erik loved you, it surprised you how much this man felt for you. Some days you couldn’t believe how much of a different person he was with you. But as much as he loved you. You loved him.

“Erik.” He stopped as soon as he heard your voice glancing back at you in the corner of the house party you two went to. “That’s enough Kill.” Erik looked back at the guy that he was holding up by his shirt, then back at you. He whispered a threat to the man, who now was sporting a swollen eye, then made his way to you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you on to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. 

You sighed as you rubbed your ass on to his growing hard-on. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You danced with him for a bit before pulling away asking him to come with you to the car. 

He held your hand, dapped up his friends with the other as you led the way out of the party. You lean against his brand new sports car and watch him as he lights a blunt. He offers it to you before he takes his first hit, shrugging when you decline his offer.

“This is getting to be too much Kill.” You state looking away from him and up at the starry sky. 

“What is?” He asks quietly looking at you, you make eye contact with him briefly then look down the car packed street and the full house party that you just came from. He stared at you from under his long eyelashes as he flicked the ashes off his blunt.

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “Us.” Erik straightened up quickly, a growing sense of dread rising in his belly. He loved you so much, but sometimes you feel like a dream to him. Too good to be true. He knew after the first time you saw him fight, and you stuck around, you’d be the one he would marry. And when he told you about his plans for Wakanda, and you didn’t flinch but helped him perfect his ideas, you would be the one to carry his child. But even after all of that certainty, there was a small part of him that knew you were too good for him.

“You leaving me?” Erik stepped up to you. His height towering over you, his intention to intimidate you. But he forgot that you knew, you knew how much he loved you, that he would never do anything to intentionally harm the only light that’s been in his life for years other than school. 

So you shrugged in response to his words and his proximity. Your chest hurt doing this. But you knew this was coming, Kill was making more and more appearances and you were starting to believe that you were the cause of that. And it pains you to believe that he would go downhill into that dark place again, because of you. He told you about his past, who he ‘used’ to be before he met you. Before you helped him reconcile with his family, and help displaced people of African descent around the world.

Erik chuckled as he looked down at you, the love of his life, then away down the same empty street you were watching. You scared Erik, the very thought of you alone scared him. How in the world did you wrap him around your finger? The love he had for you was nerve-wracking, and the idea of you leaving was devastating. But he knew when you were this calm about something like this that he couldn’t react with all of his emotions. So he remained calm, he watched you quietly and took note of every reaction you had towards him.

“Why,” He asked softly, though he wanted to scream it.

“Cause, I don’t think I’m good for you. I can see how having me around tempts you to be more violent. I’m sending you backward, not helping you move forward like your cousins. I feel like being with me reminds you of a darker time. A time that you’ve grown past. You're a prince now baby, and I’m not helping you wear your crown well.” An incredulous look crossed his face.

“Baby what are you talking about! You are my crown. None of this means shit if I don’t have you.”

“I can’t be your crown when I cause you to react like this. Imagine if someone caught wind that the long lost Prince of Wakanda was with some hood rat like me. Someone who constantly jeopardized the safety of royalty.” Your voice lost its edge, you lost your fight. The more you spoke the more you realized you were right.

“I refuse to lose you because of some of the illogical fallacies you have created in your head. You mean too much to me for me to allow anyone and I mean anyone to put their hands on you, and you know that’s not going to change. Maybe what we need to do is move.” Erik said a tone of hope returning to his voice. He quickly stepped up to you and grabbed your hand, his finger gliding over your engagement ring. You’d agreed to marry him, that meant you loved him right? He’d had this thought running through his mind constantly ever since he proposed to you, and you agreed before he was acknowledged as a prince.

“Move?” You jerk your head back in confusion. You didn’t want to lose Erik, and if he had a compromise that took the two of you out of these dangerous situations then you were all ears.

Erik pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you tightly, his fingers grasped your chin and angled it up towards his face.

“I have been thinking about it. T’Challa offered me the job to stay here and work at the outreach center. But like you said I can see how this place has affected us, just like it did my father. I don’t want you to lose me like I did him. So let’s move, let’s go back to where we were supposed to be. T’Challa offered me the job here because he thought I wanted to stay, but he says Wakandans have a great need for a historian that can inform them of the lessons, the pain, and the history that they missed out on while being hidden away from the rest of the world. Not to mention Shuri demanded I bring my engineering skills back to her lab immediately.” Erik chuckled and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You want to move to Wakanda?” You asked softly, your lips still tingling from his sweet kiss.

“With you. Yeah.” Erik mimicked your shrug from earlier, a soft smile fell on his face as he admired your beauty. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He kissed you again, a slight pressure and sense of urgency fell behind this kiss. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Erik’s hand graze your ass, a tell-tell sign that you’d be getting some that night.

You couldn't say what your future looked like, but at that moment you knew with complete certainty that Erik was at the center of it. You looked into his eyes and smiled, your love for him clear in your expression.

“I’m ready.”

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What Would You Do?

You knew when you fell in love you’d fall hard. You have always been that person, with a heart too soft, and skin too thin. You were the type of hopeless romantic that books loved to showcase. You wanted perfection in a relationship and a partner and honestly for a while you didn’t believe that you would find it. 

But somehow you did.

You found it in him. Erik Stevens. This was the man that stole your heart and he was very selfish with it. He was very sweet to you, even when he was kind of an asshole to everyone else, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Erik was good to you. He was a loyal man that loved to take care of you and he made it very obvious that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. The amount of times he talked about your future together made that very obvious. 

He was undeniably intelligent, he had a plan for his life and he was out to get it and he wanted you to be down for the ride. 

“My rider baby. Together forever.” He’d always sing to you on those late night car rides. You’d smile, heat creeping into your cheeks as he pressed his lips into the back of your hand. 

Erik took care of you mentally and physically. There were days when all he wanted was to eat you out until you melted in his grip. He struggled to keep his hands off of you. PDA was something you had to adjust to being with him. And he made sure that adjustment period was all practice. 

So it boggled your mind when he disappeared for three months effectively breaking your heart. You cried for days, weeks. You loved him and he left you with a fucking fairy tale of a note. “Explaining” where he was supposedly going. Wakanda. Talking about being a long lost prince that was going to demand his rightful place next to his royal cousins. 

He mentioned that he wanted to kill them at first, but when he fell in love with you, he knew that he had to find another way to help his people. You call bullshit. Nevermind the fact that he’s been lying to you the entire time. He really thought he’d be able to explain away his sudden absence and everything would be perfectly fine between you two! As if you didn’t deserve to know any of this before he left you. 

You didn’t believe a thing the note said until you awoke one night. Fear crept up your spine the second you realized you were not alone in your bed. You noticed Erik sitting in bed next to you, a smile on his face as he watched you awake slowly. The same smile that used to make your heart skip a beat.

You go to rub your face when a glint catches your eyes and you see the engagement ring of your dreams placed delicately on your ring finger. 

A big smile spread across his face. He stared at you with admiration and longing. As if he wasn’t the one who left you to pick up the pieces of your tattered heart.

“You like it?” He asked with hopeful eyes. 

You couldn’t figure out how to respond. 

Do you….

1. Choke the fuck out of your ex boyfriend, fiancé, dumbass?

2. Ask to see his “crown” 

3. Throw the ring in his face

4. Other...

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Thirst Tweets

Sam Wilson x Reader

Synopsis: Sam Wilson reads his thirst tweets and you get a little flustered. 

Warnings: Cursing

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You finally made it.

After years and years of hard work, tireless nights, and early mornings, you finally landed your dream job, a videographer for Buzzfeed. The position allowed you to meet so many new and interesting people. Not to mention the money.

It was your first day in the studio after two weeks of training and dumb HR videos, and you couldn't keep the smile off your face. Your fingers kept flipping and playing with your new ID badge. The security guard probably thought you were a serial killer or something since you were smiling so hard. It was hard for you to believe that you had finally made some of your biggest dreams come true. This job would be the key to becoming the next Alfred Hitchcock or Stephen Spielberg. 

You always knew you wanted to work in film. As a child you found movies fascinating, but not for the same reasons most children did. You were interested in the cinematography, the transitions between scenes and the editing. Of course you didn’t know anything about it as a child, but you quickly immersed yourself in it and learned everything you could. You busted your ass through high school to get accepted into one of the best film schools in the country and shortly after graduation, you landed this job. All of the stars were aligning and everything felt like it was fate. Sometimes you can't believe your luck. 

You had no idea how your first day would be, or what your first video would be. In the end it really didn’t matter to you, you were excited just to be in a space with so many people who were like-minded and so talented. After grabbing a granola bar from the snack table, you made your way toward your boss, Yolanda. Your bright eyes taking in everything you could from the plain light blue set. You had grabbed your folder which had information about what you were filming, but you hadn’t had much time to really look into it. All you knew was that it was an interview of some kind. And because you worked at Buzzfeed that didn’t really tell you much. 

Yolanda briefly glanced up at you and a big smile spread across her thin face. She turned back to her phone and waved you over to where she was standing. “Y/N! There’s my little protege. Come here for a sec!” You picked up your pace and tried to calm yourself even though you were practically vibrating in front of her.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. She could read your energy so easily. “I remember that feeling exactly. The excitement of your first day on the job, between you and me I threw up from the adrenaline. And while I understand the excitement you have I know it’s not the best start. But appreciate the feeling for as long as you can kid. It’s the best.”

You nodded, “Can you tell me what exactly we are shooting today? I wasn’t able to get a good look at the folder before I had to come down.” You wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Knowing the subject would help you start to plan out everything in your head. Hopefully in the future they will get you the folder before the day of the shoot. 

Yolanda smiled, “No one told you? We’re having the Falcon read his thirst tweets!”

You froze. How the hell did Buzzfeed manage to pull that off? Sam Wilson was bigger than any celebrity, nobody could even come close to the man. Everyone loved him, and he seemed to really love his fans as well. You knew Buzzfeed had influence in the industry, but you had no idea they had enough pull to land an Avenger.

You were beyond excited mainly because they trusted you with something that was such a big deal. But also because you’ve had the biggest crush on this particular winged avenger for a couple of years. 

“Oh my God, Yolanda thank you so much for this opportunity! I promise I will not let you down!” You bounced slightly on the back of your heels. 

She was shaking her head before you even finished. “I have complete faith in you Y/N. That’s why I hired you. I don’t hire people I don’t think I can’t trust to get the work done. I know you are going to do great.”

You had a thousand questions, but if Sam Wilson was coming here you had to focus. As well as calm down. . “When will he be here? I need to prepare and check on everything.” 

“He should be here in about half an hour.”

You choked. HALF AN HOUR! How in the hell were you supposed to double and triple check everything in half an hour? You immediately scrambled to your equipment and got started. You’d be damned if you had any mishaps in front of Sam freaking Wilson. 

Luck was on your side. You had just finished giving everything another once over when a booming voice startled everyone.

“CUT THE CHECK!” And with that, Falcon walked onto the set. You already knew the man was attractive, but the pictures and videos you’d seen didn’t do him justice at all. He was HUGE. Easily a foot taller than you and his arms were like telephone poles hanging from his shoulders. His signature gap-toothed grin was wide as he greeted everyone in the room. He made it a point to shake everyone’s hands as he passed them. So he definitely had manners.

Your heart rate jumped as he got closer to where you were standing. By the time he stood in front of you, your mouth was dry and your palms were sweating. 

He smirked as he reached out his hand. “Well hello there beautiful. What’s your name?”

You struggled to keep your composure. “Y/N. I’ll be one of your videographers for the shoot.” 

He reached out his hand, but when you reached out to shake it, he grasped it lightly and brought it to his lips. He slowly leaned down, staring into your eyes, and brought your hand to his lips. Your brain completely short circuited as soon as his lips made contact. Oh man, This man was dangerous.

He hummed as he straightened up, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “Well it is great to meet you Y/N. I see I’m in capable hands.” 

You could feel the heat in your face, but you tried to keep your composure. The fangirl look was not cute. “Thank you. I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry about any of it.”

He smirked and moved in closer to you. Realizing you only came up to his ribcage did some things to your insides. The man was just ridiculously big, this thought ran through your head repeatedly. It made you wonder what else about him was big. 

“Oh, I believe you. You look like a girl who would take care of me.”you almost fell over.  It should be illegal for a wink like that to exist honestly. One quick flick of his eye and you were ready to drop your panties for this man. It’s a wonder how anyone is able to fight him. 

Sam made his way to the chair on the backdrop. He had already been through makeup and wardrobe so it was almost time to start the shoot. One of the crew members brought the infamous blue container and handed it off to Sam. He grinned as he took a peek inside. “Oh, there’s a lot of these!”

There were a few more minutes of everyone setting up their equipment and then the director gave the signal to start filming. “Alright everyone, ready in five, four, three” She silently showed two and one, then threw her hand into the air and mouthed “action”.

Despite your nervousness, you were on autopilot. Your hands and body knew all of the motions and picked up your mental slack. Sam seemed completely at ease, not the easiest thing when you had at least 30 people staring at you behind blinding lights. He started to make his introduction.

“Hey everyone, I’m Sam Wilson, also known as The Falcon and I am at Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” He picked up the blue container, making a show of it being extremely heavy. “And from the looks of it, y’all are really thirsty.” He grinned and sent a wink directly into the camera. Your camera. 

Once you’ve recovered from yet another winkgate, you start to notice all of the things a videographer would. You already knew Sam was photogenic, he managed to make it on the paper somehow pretty much weekly, but you never truly appreciated how much the camera loved him. His skin did not wash out in the lights and the smooth brown skin did something to you. He was a naturally charming guy and his personality was incredibly likeable. You already knew this video would be a huge hit on Youtube. 

Sam pulled out the first slip of paper, and started to read it out loud. “I’d let Falcon fucking destroy me and ask if he was free the next day.” He smirked, and made sure to look right into the camera again, his eyes full of mirth. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t destroy you. A meal should be savored, not torn into.” He smirked again, then kept going, “Unless you want me to tear into you. If so, I’d be happy to oblige.” 

You felt your entire body clench as he spoke. Oh he was nasty. This was going to be one hell of a shoot. You were well aware of how nasty people were on Twitter, especially when it came to the Avengers. Sam’s tweets were always especially nasty. He was such a flirty person, so he always attracted some of the freakier people. 

He smiled really bright for the camera. “Let’s read the next one. It says ‘I want Sam Wilson to explore my guts.’” He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Oh y’all are really nasty. Ok bet, I’m with it.” He leaned forward and beckoned the camera closer with his fingers. Y/N zoomed in as much as she could and still kept the frame. Sam grinned. “Sweetheart didn’t you know they call me Indiana Jones? I’ll explore every inch of them guts. I’ll find the treasure and I’m taking it with me, you hear me? I’m gonna find every secret passageway and get through all the traps. I’m leaving a souvenir too.” 

One of the crew members yelled really loudly, ”Whew!” while fanning themselves and everyone laughed. It did nothing to curb the sexual tension in the room though. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that Falcon was with the shits, everyone kind of expected him to be more PG, like Cap. They couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Sam started laughing, “Y’all are making this so hard! And you're making me hard! I didn’t know I had this many people checking for me. Y’all got a guy feeling really good!” He quickly realized his mistake. “Oh shit, sorry y’all you’ll have to edit that out.” He didn’t seem very sorry though. It didn’t help that he was staring at you the entire time he was talking. Was that your cue? You definitely didn’t need any convincing, you were already down for whatever this man wanted from you.

He shook his head and reached for the next slip of paper, “What are y’all gonna come up with next?” He started to read the tweet aloud. “Ok, so can Sam Wilson just put a baby in me?” He laughed so hard he leaned backwards in the chair. “Y’all are wild, I love it. I can’t guarantee I’d put a baby in you, but I’m definitely down to try baby girl.” You couldn’t tell if he was staring at you or the camera. 

The director motioned for a few more then they would wrap up the shoot. You never wanted this to end. This video was really gonna break the internet.

Sam grabbed the next one, smirking before he even started reading it aloud. “All I want for Christmas is a train with Falcon, Captain America, and Bucky.” He scoffed, “Alright, now I’m offended. Let me make one thing clear. If I got you, you don’t need anybody else. Hell, you won’t have the energy for someone else. Cap and Bucky have nothing on me alright?” He pointed to you, “You feel what I’m saying, babygirl?”

You nodded so hard you almost bit your tongue. He smirked, “That’s my girl. And if my amazing videographer agrees, then it must be true. We’ll do one more tweet.”

“Sam Wilson is the epitome of big dick energy. If you disagree, fight me.” He clapped his hands, “Aye! Now this one knows what’s up! Y’all already know what’s going on, I don’t need to say a damn thing. I’m not called black stallion for nothing, ya dig?” He winked at you. Definitely not at the camera, at you. Damn it, now you have to change your underwear. 

Sam looked into the camera again. “Well that’s it beautiful people. Y’all have my confidence on another level! Don’t let me run into one of y’all in the street!” He stuck out his tongue and flicked it, like he was going in on some pussy and every woman in the studio lost their shit, you included. 

The director beat all of you to it though. “Cut! Sam you can’t say that!”

Sam was laughing his ass off. “Sorry, but I had to let them know I’m with the shits. You can cut it, but at least everyone in this room knows.” He looked at you again. “YN. Was my message clear?”

You couldn’t even look at him. That man’s presence alone was too much for you. You did make sure to nod your head vigorously though. He did ask you a question after all. You got a little worried when you didn’t hear him say anything else, but that worry quickly became shock when you felt hands on your chin.

Sam fucking Wilson was right in your face. He pulled your face up until your eyes met and he stared down at you kinda hard. Like he was mad. 

“I asked you a question babygirl. Answer it.” His voice was hard and deep. 

You swallowed hard, “Yes sir, your message was clear.” He relaxed a bit and hummed.  

“Good. I had to make sure you heard it. Now I have another question for you.”

You were definitely curious. What else could the man have to say to you? “What is it?” you asked.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Can I tell you what my thirst tweet for you would be?” 

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Date

Synopsis: You try to convince Sam to be your date to a wedding

Word Count: 456

“Sam, I just need your help.” You stare at the handsome man in front of you. He stares back with curious quirks of the eyebrows. 

“You need my help. That’s rich. Little miss independent needs my help.” Sam smiles, his voice mocking you. You honestly had no time for this. You were expected at a friend's wedding this weekend and you had no date. 

Your friend was notorious for pointing out your singleness and you were so tired of it. So you made it a point to get a hot date and the sexiest dress for the wedding. You were able to get the dress, but the date was nowhere to be found. 

Leave it to you to be unprepared for the social event of the year within your group of friends. So yeah you were a bit desperate. But Sam was a great person, and he knew how to have a good time. Besides all of your friends already thought you guys were together. 

You decided to ask your best friend Sam Wilson, but you should have known better. You should have known that he’d be an asshole about it. 

“I always need your help Sam. You’re just always a dick about it. Can you just pretend to be my date?” You sigh as you realize he’s going to make a thing about this. You add a pout for good measure. “Please.” You watch him warily as he approaches you slowly, his large hand wraps around the back of your neck and angles your head up towards his. 

Your breath catches in your throat as the idea of Sam laying his soft lips on yours crosses your mind… for the fourteenth time that hour. You can’t help but think about how good Sam is with his tongue, and after the last time you guys laid down together, the two of you promised to just pretend that nothing ever happened. As if you two could ever forget how well your bodies meshed together. But how could you do that when he was so good to you. 

“Okay, But if I agree…” Sam starts off quietly as he licks his lips backing you into his kitchen counter. “You gotta let me get another taste. Just once wasn’t enough.” 

You let out a soft whimper when he presses his lips against yours, just as good as the last time. You urgently return the kiss, eagerly allowing him to take over the kiss and slip his tongue inside your mouth. 

“Well, what will it be, sugar?” Sam says against your lips. His fingers on your neck and hips tighten as you try to dive in for another kiss. A devilish smile graces his full lips when you nod yes. 

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