Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

insecure Reader gets reminded of how much her husband loves her body

She heard the warning in his voice. Could she wait that long?

"Oh...okay, daddy."

"And this," Erik balled up the front of the flannel, causing her to gasp, "This shit better not be on when I get here either. I'm not playing with you, Y/N."

"Yes, daddy."

"Yes daddy what?" Erik said with a grunt.

"Yes daddy I'll be naked when you get home."

"That's a good girl," Erik kissed her again, moaning against her lips before releasing her chin and walking away, "I'm serious, Y/N. No bullshit."

She heeded his words. When he finally left for work Y/N called up her mom to see when she would be picking up the girls. Her mother is a wedding planner so she was busy with clients through the early afternoon so the girls would have to wait to be picked up by 3:00 PM at the latest. That meant that Y/N would have to take them out while she jogged around the park in their neighborhood. She didn't do it often but now she craved some exercise. Dressing in a Fabletics outfit, pulling her hair into a low bun, and sporting a khaki Nike hat with some Nike trainers on, Y/N packed her double stroller, placing the girls inside before leaving the house.

The gated community they lived in was quiet and serene. A playground, daycare center, athletic facility, park, and public pool were the resources for all those who lived there. It was scorching, hitting around the high 80s. Y/N was already sweating before she even made it to the park trail for a jog. Stretching, Jodeci come and talk to me, playing in her ears, Y/N breathed in the fresh air, the smell of grass entering her nostrils. She kicked off, pushing her body to move. The first 20 minutes was hard but Y/N found her old rhythm. Smiling, she could see the silver lining.

Back home, Y/N sat the twins in their bouncy chairs in their room before entering her room to take a quick shower. She stood in front of the body length mirror that hung from her closet door, admiring her sweaty body. Her fingers smoothed over the stretch marks that formed around her midsection from pregnancy while she turned her body sideways to admire her much larger ass. Turning frontward, Y/N stared at her breasts, still full of milk, standing firm with hard nipples. She replayed in her mind when Erik forcefully yanked her robe lose to grab one large breast. She felt soreness from him twirling her nipples the entire day after that.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Y/N couldn't believe what she saw. Yes, she is much curvier and more stretch marks littered her bronzed skin but her body wasn't as bad as she thought it was. She felt sexy and attractive staring at herself. The more she twirled, the hornier she became. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Y/N decides to do something she hasn't done in a long time. Grabbing her cell from the bed, Y/N pulls up her camera to take a few flicks and possibly a video before sending it off to her husband. She knew he was busy but she hoped he would take five and open their text thread.

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Erik Stevens and the rest of his EMT crew rushed into the emergency room with a patient laid out on the pram with a respirator mask over their face and a large bloodstain on their left side. One of the EMT's applied pressure to the wound while Erik pushed the pram as fast as he could. ER doctors and nurses approached them, trying to assess the patient.

"Hypovolemic shock. There was a 911 call about a corner store robbery in South Central. We have multiple stab wounds to the left lateral side of his abdomen," Erik tells the doctor while the nurse took notes.

"Bring the patient in Trauma room one," the doctor urged.

Erik wheeled in the pram, parking it and locking the wheels next to the bed in the trauma room. Other health care workers crowded the doorway, everyone moving around frantically to help the patient as quickly as possible before the patient died.