#erik stevens oneshot

[supersizemeplz]

I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

[sageispunk]

WIP Wednesday

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pt. 2; weed use, smut, pining • not started

A/N: i know you guys have been waiting on Fontaine's nsfw alphbet for a minute but it just needs a little more time (I want it to be perfect🫣)..I'm hella excited about the Jimmy fic, I spent like 2 hours writing it last night and right now I'm just stuck on how I want to finish off the first part (there will probably be a couple parts). My Richie fics are just continuations of a couple things I've already uploaded and will likely be started around the time Bear s3 comes out (basically when I rewatch). The tickling Erik oneshot is probably gonna be the kinkiest thing I've ever written tbh and I can't wait to share!!! Method Man characters because I'm a big softie for that man in all eras of his life. And obviously the Usos because them WWE boys have a GRIP on my soul right now

[juniperwoodwell]

Master list

Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.

I will write smut but I'm not great at it.

Request's are open.

I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.

•Prompt List

!NEW! Keanuverse

•Keanu Reeves

•Summer of the Buzz Cut (90's Keanu)

•John Wick

•John Constantine (2005)

•Johnny Utah

•Blurb- Rest in peace not in pieces

•Kevin Lomax

•Ted "Theodore" Logan

•Exhausted (requested)

•Conor O'Neil

•Julian Mercer

•Neo "Thomas" Anderson

•Exhausted (requested)

•Tom Ludlow

•Exhausted (requested)

ADCU

•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten

•ADCU prompt list

•Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

•Favorite Distraction°

•Pen and Paper°

•Domesticated°

•Dedication Masterlist°

•Flip Zimmerman

•Proud

•Adam Sackler

•Phillip Altman

• Reunion pt.1

•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman

•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.

X-Men

•Charles Xavier

•Oneshots•

•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night

•Totally normal morning!?

•Skits(?)•

•Snacks

•Cruel Joke

•Late nights

•Requests•

•Paris

•Erik Lehnsherr

•Love is Complicated

Batman

•Bale!Bruce Wayne

•Presence

Top Gun Maverick

•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Daredevil

•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"

•Night Terrors (Request)

• And Down We Fall

•Frank Castle "Punisher"

•The Beast Finds Love

9-1-1

•Eddie Diaz

•Thief (part 1)

•Thief (part 2)

•Theif (part 3)

•Theif (part 4)

•Theif (part 5)

Moon Knight

•Steven Grant

•Ducky

•Marc Spector

•Jake Lockley

Others

•Damon Salvatore

Request's are open

(Gotta think of some more later lol)

[imaginationisallihave]

Characters/people I want to write for - Updated

Okay, I have a list of characters and people I want to write fanfiction for so I'll just put them in categories of what fandoms they are from.

~Marvel~

Bucky Barnes (The White Wolf)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Khonshu

~X-Men~

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Logan (Wolverine)

~Harry Potter/FBAWTFT~

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Original! Percival Graves

Credence Barebone

~Shadow and Bone~

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

The Darkling

~Death Note~

Ryuk

L/Ryuzaki

Light Yagami

~The Boys~

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Soldier Boy

~The Hobbit~

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

~Call of Duty~

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Farah Karim

Alex

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

~Interview With A Vampire~

Louis de Pointe du Lac (movie/tv show)

Lestat de Lioncourt (movie/tv show)

Armand (movie)

~Last Of Us~

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Owen Moore

Jesse

~YouTubers~

Inotorious (Matt) - The Misfits

ElasticDroid (Jaime)

Grizzy (Nelson)

BigPuffer (Chris)

Pezzy (Maxwell/Max)

Isaacwhy (Isaac)

~Miscellaneous~

Diego Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

Rafal Mistral - A school for good and evil (movie)

Shane Walsh - The Walking Dead

Elijah Mikaelson - The Originals

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

Saul Silva - Fate: The Winx Saga

Raymond Leon - In Time

I'm not sure what to write but I know that I'll write some oneshots or something.

[sisterwifeudaku]

Baby Daddy

Erik Killmonger

“Aight blood it’s just me and you” Erik spoke to the baby as his child just looked at him.

He was a first time father and didn’t know exactly what to do but he as gonna try his best.

His son yawned and moved his little body some making him fall out of his grasp.

A feeling rushed over Erik as he quickly grabbed the child and pulled him close towards his chest.

“Damn cuz you gotta warn a nigga if you gonna be doing allat you almost got fucked up” he said pulling the infant away from his chest to make eye contact.

The eye lasted about 10 minutes before the baby sneezed right on him.

“Ew nigga” Erik said with his face scrunched up as he held his son arms length from him.

His eyes were closed when he heard fits of giggles leave the child’s mouth.

He quickly opened his eyes to see as his son’s mouth was open showing a gummy smile which also reached his brown eyes.

“Ah so messin’ with pops is funny huh cuz” he asked as he stood up and slid on his house shoes.

“Come on lil’ homie we going outside. Let the world see what ya momma and me created.” He spoke to his son as he stepped out onto the porch of their home in Oakland California.

“This isn’t where we come from son. We are royalty, we are rich in mind body and spirit aight. You are a warrior, a prince that will one day become a king. Ion know how this is gonna work out but imma do my best to make you into the king ya momma and I hoped you’d be.” He spoke as he surveyed the area before looking down at the little being only to find him fast asleep.

“This lil light bright nigga fell asleep while I was spitting gems” he scoffed as he stood up and made his way into the house to lay the boy down.

[aloevverified]

NO MERCY (part 1)

mcu character(s) Erik “Killmonger” Stevens pairing Erik Stevens x POC!reader format 3-parts oneshot | part 2 warning lots of fluff, cursing and maybe implied sex?? word count 2.5k

request “Heya! I’m new and I already love your writing, if you don’t mind, would you write a one-shot or headcanons about Killmonger trying to fix things with S/O after an argument? It doesn’t matter if it’s fluff or light smut 💕”

summary Erik finally surprises you with another date, mostly as an apology for the disaster that was the last one. But just as you are starting to enjoy yourself, you notice that his true reason for this date isn’t entirely sincere.

Your boyfriend could be a piece of sh*t! But what’s new? Just a week ago, he pissed you off by being a self-centered, jealous monster during your long-awaited quality-time, and you were still waiting for him to apologize about that. Today, you only received a text from him that stated: ‘See you outside, babe.’

You had promised yourself that you weren’t going to forgive him that easily. It always went down the same way, the whole eight months of the relationship. He would mostly start a fight and you’d try to reason with him. Then, he would get so frustrated with you, blaming you for not trying to see his ways. Obviously, you got all offended, because you did try. You couldn’t help it his point was backed by half a**ed arguments. When the fight really heated up, he would explode one big insult your way. The rest of the night you were bewildered about the fact he could actually be so insensitive towards you.

Normal people would have given up by now, you knew that, but you didn’t want to lose hope. Even though you didn’t know much about his personal life, his family history or his current job, you deeply believed Erik was a special person. You felt it in your core. Whenever he talked passionately about something, you could see him become a completely different person, not his usual playful self. He reasoned with skill as his brows draw together and his hands gestured in delight. You loved to tell him afterwards that you read more on the subject and wanted to discuss it more. He literally would melt in front of you, telling you he didn’t know whether he should kiss you or resume on the subject. And whenever you spoke about your critical heritage studies, he would hang on your lips like a child. His face watched you intensely as you explain a new theory you had learned, stopping you to repeat something, or ask more explanation when something wasn’t clear. He even surprised you with insightful questions.

Erik was special, but an a**hole too.

After a class on museums, you sat on your usual bench at campus. It was hidden between some low-hanging tree branches. You enjoyed the seclusion it offered. You hadn’t text Erik you would wait for him there. He would find you if he wanted to. So, you calmly took your notes from your backpack and started to compare the matter discussed in class with the texts in your reader.

“A text would have been helpful, babe.”

Your lips curled in triumph. He was annoyed.

“A text a week ago would have been lovely too,” you retorted with snide, without looking up.

“Still pissed?” he said in surprise. He sat beside you and tossed his arm around your shoulder. “Your temper gets worse by the day, huh?”

“Can you blame me? I have you for a boyfriend,” you said with a guise of disapproval.

“That hurt,” he said as he pounded his fist against his chest. He faked a grunt as if you had stabbed him in the heart before he kissed you on the cheek.

His scent enveloped you. Your stomach twirled but you had promised yourself no mercy today. You kept focus on your notes until he pushed two longcut papers under your nose.

Plane tickets?

“What is this?”

You tried to contain the glee that grew inside of you.

“Whatever you want it to be,” he said with a shrug.

Another half a**ed apology. You put your notes down and took the plane tickets from his hand.

“Chicago?”

You turned your eyes at him and he conjured a smug smirk on his face. You had missed his face, his smile.

No mercy.

“We leave tomorrow, babe.”

“I have classes,” you exclaimed, pushing the tickets in his hand again. “And I have to work, douche.”

“After.” You saw how he couldn’t contain his pride. “And, you called sick at work, like an hour ago.”

He licked his lips as his smirk grew into the smile that showed his subtle dimples.

“And I pick you up here, ‘cause we head straight to the airport.”

“How considerate.” You rolled your eyes. “Are you paying my bills?”

He didn’t answer you but watched you with intense eyes as if waiting for you to jump him for the surprise.

As if.

But you were wondering what his plans for Chicago, of all places, were.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what we’ll be doing there?” You plucked the tickets from his hands as you read the dates. “For two days?”

He tilled his head in jest.

“Nah.”

***

You tried to keep your answers short and harsh whenever Erik asked you something during the flight, but he didn’t mind. On the contrary, he was enjoying himself too much for someone who you weren’t given your full attention. He rubbed his hand over your leg, kissed you on the cheek (because no, you wouldn’t give him the joy of kissing you on the lips!), played with your hands and fingers. You let him do. He still hadn’t revealed what the both of you came to do in Chicago, and you couldn’t contain your curiosity for much longer.  Him touching you was a welcome distraction.

Once landed, finding your luggage and through customs, you headed to the exit where Erik hailed a taxi. The ride to the hotel seemed to last a life time.

“I waited long enough, Erik,” you started impatiently. You pulled your hand out of his and crossed your arms. “Where are we going?”

He dragged a sigh, but you knew it to be a theatrical one even before he turned his head with a playful smile. “To our hotel.”

“And then?”

“You. Me.” He raised his eyebrows as he chuckled. “Hotel rooms come with beds.”

“If you think this,” you articulated as you gestured at your body, “is even considering sharing a bed with that,” you tossed a hand his direction, “then I’ll have a great time proving you wrong.”

He laughed as he captured your hand and kissed it a moment longer than needed.

“We’ll see.”

***

At the hotel, you made sure to immediately point out that you were sleeping on the bed. Erik could sort it out where he would spend the night. The floor, the bathtub, the one-person sofa. You didn’t care. He just laughed it off and managed to give you a quick peck on the lips before running in the bathroom.

You were folding your clothes for the weekend in the tiny closet when Erik draped his arms around your waist. He lightly bit your ear. You didn’t stop him, but you didn’t encourage him either.

“Wanna know where we goin’?”, he whispered seductively into your ear. He swayed you left to right.

“Don’t care anymore.”

You were faking indifference, probably not even convincing, and silently wished he would reveal his plans anyway.

He kissed your ear. “Some art institute nearby.”

You softened under his arms. “A museum?”

“Yeah.”

“You find museums dull,” you said with furrowed brows.

“Nah, that ain’t the reason.”

You turned around to look at him. “What?”

“You like that sh*t, right? I messed up last time, and now I brought you here,” he explained.

“So, this is a…” You raised your brows to indicate he should finish your sentence.

He shrugged his shoulder. “Whatever you want, babe.”

You inhaled slowly. No mercy, you thought. You pulled yourself out of his arms, putting distance between the both of you. “This is a…?!”

He stared at you as you reveled inside. His face flickered between frustration and admiration.

“An apology. Ya happy?”

“Very!” You closed the distance and kissed him full on the lips.

He draped his arms around you, lifted you up, and intensified the embrace. You wrapped your legs around him, not thinking about your earlier conversation in the taxi.

***

The Art Institute of Chicago was a wonderful place. Their continental collections contained so many, and so different artefacts from different places and people. Erik wasn’t really impressed by it all, though he looked the part.

“Those glasses weren’t really necessary.”

“Let me have my shine, okay?”, he laughed and pulled you closer to him.

Even though, he repeated his hatred for museums, never stating why, he did show much interest in the African collections.

“So, like this artefact is from Benin, right?” He pointed at a tall rod with on top a cone-shaped object.

“Yes. You can see it by the iron figurines on the top part. It’s typically for the Fon people from Ouidah, but…,” you said as you looked closer to the markings. Those markings didn’t seem to correspond with the markings you had researched for the Fon people for an assignment.

“What?”, Erik said, brows inched together as he inspected the object with squinted eyes.

“Can you see the little markings on the rod itself? I don’t recognize it.”

“Huh.” He eyed the artefact a moment longer, puckering his lips somewhat, before walking to the next vitrine. You silently followed.

“What about his one?”

“They say Burkino Faso, but I’d bet it might be from a tribe that lives on the borders with Togo and Ghana. You can see some influences from both countries in it.”

“You turn me on when you be acting smart.”

He cupped your face in one swift move, pulling you closer and sucked on your bottom lip.

“Erik,” you gasped in a low voice as you pushed him away. “We’re in public.”

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug and walked further between the art collections.

“So many things from my continent,” you heard him whisper to himself when you reached him again.

“I know…” you started.

You took his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Museums are so wrong for keeping these artefacts. Most of them are culturally so significant, and still, after all these years, they decided to keep it with the argument they’re preserving ‘lost’ cultures.”

He didn’t respond, so you lifted your head to look at his face. His eyes shined with marvel.

“That what they teach you in college?”

“No. I took an extra course where they dismantled the ‘white gaze’ to observe contemporary Western cultural practices related to colonial history.”

“I need to hear more about that!”

That’s when his phone rang. He read the name on the display, and his face stretched in earnest.

“Give me a sec, babe.” He walked away to the side of the room before answering.

He secluded himself on many occasions when his phone rang but you never said anything about it. For some reason, Erik liked to keep his work life to himself and you let him. But today, he didn’t smirk at you before taking the call. His lips had been stretched in a serious line and the entire situation just looked so suspicious that you had to listen in. As soon as he turned his back to you, you sneaked up on him. As you got closer, you could hear him speak.

“Yeah, we here,” he said.

He was annoyed.

When you took another step towards him, Erik turned around. The look on his face was mad angry and you knew he knew that you knew that he caught you.

“Nah, I got us covered, bro.”

He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing,” he said. He took you by the hand with much force than usual and tried to drag you to the nearest display.

But you wouldn’t let the matter go and pulled your hand out of his.

“What did you mean with ‘I got us covered’?”

He turned to you as he hushed you. His body almost pressed against yours. In a lower voice, you dared to continue.

“Who is us? And why do they care about you and me being in Chicago?”

“Why you eavesdroppin’ like that?”, he grunted under his breath.  He eyed you from top to bottom and your face fell in disgust.

This would end in a fight.

“Erik, did you take me to this museum because you wanted to or because you had to?”

“Girl, you hear yourself talk this sh*t?”

He tried to laugh it off, pulling you in his arms but you could hear the frustrated undertone in his words.

You weren’t backing down now and pulled out of his embrace. This wasn’t the first time he kept something from you. The other times you let it slip because he would say it was something personal or work. But you clearly heard him say ‘we’re here’. You were part of this secret business of him, and you wanted to know why.

“There is something going on here.”

He slipped his fingers through yours. “Nothing goin’ on, alright, babe?”

His words were heavily covered in insisting pressure, not his usual lightheartedness.

“Is it work?”, you asked with a sigh.

He flared his nostrils and let go of your hand.

“Babe, you know I can’t talk about my work.”

His face gave him away. You recognized his frustrations in a blink. His eyes didn’t meet yours and his mouth distorted in an ugly line.

“It is work. So now, this is a business trip?”, you remarked. “And you thought, oh why not suck it up to my girlfriend as an apology present?”

You shook your head.

“You’re full of sh*t, you know that?”

His head tilted. “Babe?”

“I am finishing this tour without you.”

“Babe.”

“You can pay a f***ing guide, ‘cause honestly, I don’t give a sh*t.”

***

You arrived at your hotel, and Erik wasn’t there. You had tried to finish the museum tour, but you were so frustrated and annoyed and plain mad, that you decided to give up on it.

He didn’t even run after you.

How dared he be so selfish? His work? You huffed at the thought. Of course, this was work-related. Erik doing something altruistic? That could never be. Of course, this trip was bullsh*t to begin with. You held your breath trying to keep the tears inside you.

While you were packing your bags, tears started to flow slowly down your cheek.

Great. Now, you were crying about the a**hole too.

You heard the click of the hotel door opening, but you didn’t turn around at the sound. You didn’t want him to see you cry. You didn’t want to see him, but his body pressed against your back and you immediately relaxed into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he said while taking you in his arms.

“Yeah, right.”

You wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your hand.

He kissed your neck. “Nah, I mean it.”

For the first time, he did sound apologetic. Almost sincere.

No mercy.

“Are you going to tell me what this trip was really about?”

He let you go and let himself fall on the bed.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you.”

You wrinkled your nose. What was he saying?

“Babe,” he continued. “Listen, you said something earlier about museums being sh*t, right?”

“Right? But what does that have to do with trust?”

He gestured for you to sit next to him, and you did.

“Everything,” he answered.

He placed his elbows on his knees, his back bent as he stared right in front of him. His brows were inching together, as if his frustration from earlier was smoldering into an angry fire inside of him.

“I’ve been dying to tell you about my work,” he started. He turned his eyes to you without moving an inch, “cause you’re like into heritage and sh*t, and our visions align when it comes to that.”

“Okay?” You were starting to feel nervous, hesitant to hear what more he had to say. His words had a certain obscurity to them. You didn’t like it.

“You could help me figure stuff out.”

“I don’t–”

“I take back what is rightfully ours, [Y/N].” He had exposed his teeth as he said ‘ours’. “From those f*cking museums.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Like you steal artefacts?”

Your face slanted in shock. Erik was a thief? A criminal?

It seemed like he followed your train of thoughts since he took your hands into his lap and held your eyes with a kind, almost desperate look.

“Nah, not like that. I bring them back to the locals.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly, before breathing out. Erik shifted closer to you.

His heart might be on the right place, but a crime is a crime, no?

“You can help me with that,” he said. You opened your eyes and saw that he was smiling at you. Not a smirk or a grin, but one of his rare genuine smiles. “Like you know that some aren’t even from the places they say.”

This was all too much. Help him?

“I don’t know, Erik?”, you managed to say. “There’s something that doesn’t feel right here.”

“Does it feel right that those artefacts are held from their rightful owners?”, Erik snapped. He took his chin in his hand and rubbed it once. With that gesture, he usually tried to contain the anger that raged inside of him.

“No, but those people died ages ago.”

“And their descendants are still livin’!” He entwined his fingers with yours, brushing your hand up to his lips. “I need you in my team.”

“I am not taking part in your heist if that is what you’re asking.”

You took your hand back.

“And I have my father to look after,” you added in a low voice.

“So?” he stated plainly. “I split my money with you. And you don’t need to be heisting with me, just visit them museums and tell me what you know.”

Erik watched you intently, and you blinked in desperation.

“Erik…”

“Babe.”

He pulled you towards him and captured your lips with his. Then, he put his forehead against yours and held your face in his hand.

“Are you in, or nah?”

masterlist | part 2

personal remark I don’t do SMUT, not even a little bit, anon, but I think the overload of fluff makes up for that. Enjoy! I really wanted to play on this idea that Killmonger doesn’t leave anything to chance (hence the girlfriend being a critical heritage student) because come on, we’re talking about N’Jadaka, son of N’Jobu!!

taglist @sweetvengeancee You’re too sweet!

[reelwriter19]

Lights Out

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader 

Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 2200

“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.

You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”

“The power went out…and he’s already up.”

You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.

“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.

You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”

You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.

Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.

“I did that already.”

“You fed him?”

“Yeah..”

“And changed his…”

“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.

Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.

“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”

You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.

“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”

You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.

“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”

“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…

“Just come on girl.”

The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.

Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.

“My bad.”

Addressing your son in baby talk…

“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”

Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.

2 hours later

Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.

“Y/N…babe we’re here.”

“Are we back home?”

“Well, home for a few days yeah.”

You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.

“Did you remember to bring…”

“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”

Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”

You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.

He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.

“Baby…who’s house is this?”

“It’s ours.”

You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.  

“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”

You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.

“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”

“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”

“Here we are….”

His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.

A little later…

You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.

Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.

“Is he ok?”

“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”

“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.

You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.

“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”

By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.

“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”

“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”

You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.

“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…

“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.

“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”

“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”

“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.

“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”

“I gotchu princess. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.

“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”

He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.

“Let’s make another baby.”

You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.

“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”

He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.

[supersizemeplz]

Don’t Mute Me

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic based on the photo below. Excuse any typos and I hope you enjoy! ❤️

The mass of crossed conversations filled the air between the people that weaved in and out of the stores filling the mall. A light chill was in the air of the current shop that the gleeful woman occupied. Moniece grinned as she accepted the receipt from the cashier of the boutique before wishing them a quick and calm shift. Her booted heels aided her in her quick steps as she exited the door and back into the crowd. She was thankful that she went with the shorter heeled booties instead of the heels she first looked at this morning.

Vibrations in her pocket caught her attention and she balanced the bags in her hand to answer the call. "Good morning, Stevensss." She sang out as she adjusted her airpod in her ear, smiling at the screen as he adjusted his phone. "Don't you look handsome in your turtleneck."

He adjusted the dark fabric around his neck, chuckling. The gold watch on his wrist caught the sunlight as well as the chain around his neck. "Thank you, thank you. I only wore it because I know you like it when I do." She does.

"I'm glad you know. Professionalism fits you well, Mr. Stevens. I love a versatile man." She took a moment to look away from the screen. Her eyes searched for her favorite wing spot. Just Wing It. Erik showed her the place a few months prior and she found herself having to get something from there every time she visited the food court. "How did the presentation go at the office?"

She watched as he focused on turning before he glanced at her again. "It went really, baby. You know how persuasive your man can be." He sent her a wink as he spoke. "And we'll be starting their new development a little after the spring. We just have a few revisions to get approved and then we wait."

"That's amazing, E! I told you that everything would go smoothly." She beamed with genuine excitement. "Now you can relax a little. Maybe we can try out that new restaurant that you've been wanting to try. It's been a minute since our schedules have allowed us to have a date night. With her shopping bags in her left hand, she walked up to the counter and gifted the older woman at the register a soft smile. "Hold on real quick, babe." She spoke to Erik before she muted the microphone. He replied to her a relaxed, "Aight, baby".

"Hey, sweetie. What can I get for you?" The woman greeted, tapping the screen as she awaited her order. Moniece looked up to the menu as if she didn't already know what she was going to order. Today, she hadn't had breakfast so she could go for a little extra in her meal. Her phone vibrated in her hand with a notification that Erik sent her enough money to cover her meal. And possibly go back and get those shoes to match the bag she just bought.

She ordered her usual with a little extra on the side, handing over her card with a smile before she accepted her large lemonade. "You made it a large, huh? Extra wet and double fries?" He suddenly spoke, making her eyes snap to down to look at him on the screen. He gave her a big, dimpled smile that was contagious. She didn't speak up at first and he chuckled at her silence. "Don't put me on mute, girl. I don't care that you ordered a little extra. I eat more than that all the time."

"I didn't order a large, if you must know.." She spoke with a faux attitude, rolling her eyes playfully. "I supersized it and added lemon pepper sprinkles." A smile spread across her lips as he laughed. He was so goofy. "I can't stand you. And I can pay for my own food, sir."

He turned off the engine of his car, finally picking up his phone to admire her closer. "Now you know I take care of my baby and I don't wanna hear your pretty ass getting on to me for it.. And I just know you smell as good as you look." He was right. The soft groan he let out was enough for you to know that he could envision your scent from memory. "Warm and sweet, just lik-"

"Alright, sir. Don't get yourself worked up before you are in those folks faces." She couldn't help her giggle that escaped. He found that so cute about her.

"You wouldn't help your man out?" The sounds of the door opening and his keys jingling as he got out took over. Two beeps indicated his car locking as he made his way back to the office. "I could be a little late coming back."

"Baby, help you do what? All I can do is pray for you." He smacked his lips at that response, trying to hide his smile. She laughed at him pursing his lips. Her ticket number was called and she thanked the cashier as she accepted the bag of food. "I'm sorry, babe. It was the perfect set up."

"You always have a tik tok reference for everything." He smirked, shaking his head as he gave a passing wave to one of his coworkers. "But I'm about to walk back in so I'll see your fine ass at home. Maybe you can try on all your new outfits and model them for me?"

"Of course, baby. Me and my outfits will be waiting for you when you get home. I might even make your favorite meal tonight." She sent him a wink of her own and he grinned.

"You keep winking at me and that ain't the only thing I'll be eating." The laugh she let out at that made him chuckle.

"Bye, Stevens. Because you are acting up right now." She started the car before resting back against the driver's seat. He licked his lips before nodding.

"Alright, baby. Getting home to you will be what gets me through the day." She smiled at his words. "Now gimme kisses so I can go make us some more money."

[sageispunk]

main masterlist

updated: 1/20/24 | ⭐️ smut | 🐚 fluff | 🥀 angst | 🖤 dark |

✦ the bear (hulu)

'might be' - Richie Jerimovich x f!reader ⭐️

The first time you meet 🍃 dealer Richie.

'he finds out ur a squirter' - Richie Jerimovich x reader ⭐️

Passionate missionary with bf Richie talking you through it.

'looking ahead' - Richie Jerimovich x reader ⭐️

Richie can't help but to watch. Even if you didn't mean to leave your door open. (dubcon)

breeding kink drabble - Richie Jerimovich x reader ⭐️

Richie can't wait until you're finally knocked up with his baby.

✦ they cloned tyrone

'drown in it' - Fontaine x black!reader ⭐️

He makes you squirt on his face. Happily.

NSFW alphabet - Fontaine x black! reader ⭐️

The ABCs of Fontaine's love.

'eyes on me' - Fontaine x black! reader ⭐️ (Ao3)

You're a little too interested in Fontaine's weapons.

✦ rebel ridge (2024)

'anointed' - Terry Richmond x black!reader ⭐️

When he eats you through the panties.

✦ the usos

'told you so' - Jey Uso x black!OC Ravyn ⭐️

[infidelity, teasing, crazy dirty talk, rough sex]

'belongs to another' - Jimmy Uso x black!reader ⭐️🐚🥀

[friends with benefits, infidelity, weed use]

untitled - Jey Uso x black!reader ⭐️

[alcohol use, groping, teasing]

✦ triple frontier

‘too divine’ - Frankie Morales x f!reader ⭐️

Riding Frankie after a long night out.

✦ marvel

'just one more' - Matt Murdock x f!reader ⭐️

Matthew is out of town but you still need him. (Ktober prompt: phone sex)

'wriggle' - Erik Stevens x black!reader ⭐️🐚

[roommates, teasing, tickling kink]

✦ the last of us (hbo)

'what u need' - Joel Miller x f!reader ⭐️

Teasing Joel underneath a table in a bar sometimes leads to getting ruined on the side of the road.

'melting' - Joel Miller x f!reader ⭐️

Joel wants to try something new. (Ktober prompt: temperature play)

'sticky' - Joel Miller x f!reader ⭐️

Joel wants to learn. So you let him. (Ktober prompt: squirting + masturbation)

'inside'- Joel Miller x mistress ⭐️🥀 (Ao3)

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

✦ how high (2001)

'what's it gonna be?' - Silas x black!reader ⭐️🐚

When two friends finally get a night alone...

'as nature intended' - Silas x black!reader ⭐️🐚

[weed use, hairy coochie praise, breeding kink mention]

✦ formula 1

'foolish' - Lewis Hamilton x black!reader ⭐️🥀

Cause I can't seem to break away from your foolish love...

✦ misc.

'control' - Max Phillips x f!reader ⭐️

Drinking with your boss goes differently than you'd planned. (Ktober prompt: sex pollen, thigh-riding, forced orgasm)

'4/20' - Terrance Coin x black!reader ⭐️🐚

[weed use, neighbors to lovers, age gap]

✦ series & AUs

'the first taste' - vamp!Lewis Hamilton x black!reader ⭐️🐚🥀🖤

What do you do when one night just isn't enough?

'all the way down' - Clifford Smith x black!reader ⭐️🐚🥀

When a night of spontaneity spirals into a full-blown affair out of your control.

'crush' - blackfem!OCs x black!OCs⭐️🐚🥀

Oneshot series based on each song of Ravyn Lenae's Crush EP.

[tchallasbabymama]

I KNOW that after seeing Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, y'all are gonna want more M'Baku (and Killmonger)...

So here's a handy guide to my stories. Plus, a look at what's to come for those of you who are new and don't know what to look forward to yet.

Series in pink, oneshots in blue. Everything is 18+ ONLY!

First off, my M'Baku fanfics:

M'Baku's Love

Ménage à Trois

Ménage à Trois Part Deux (coming soon)

Her Throne

Girl of His Dreams

Ready

Tea and Tattoos

Used

Blossoming Ashes (coming soon)

Next up, Erik "Killmonger" Stevens:

All For Us

Black Lace

Baby Body

Don't Forget About Us

The Wedding Guest

Teamwork

The Temple

Also, I have one Shuri fic that I wrote as a way to process my grief.

Stay tuned for more M'Baku! There may or may not be more Killmonger, but I have a Ramonda fic and an Okoye x Nakia fic coming soon!

T'Challa stories here if you're interested💜.

[shewrites02]

Southern Hospitality | Erik Killmonger x Black Reader | Chpt. 1

Summary: College AU where Erik seems to make the reader’s college transition a nightmare, while some how making it better as well

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Word count: 953

A/n: Heres a short little flick for all my college girls out here. I hope yall enjoy it, pretty please tell me what you think. I’m just now starting to get inspired again. 

You scanned the cafe for your friends who promised that they would wait for you to get out of class. But their lack of prescence and the dirty dishes that sat on yall's regular table, told you they had chosen otherwise. Yet again. You huffed. If your freshman year at MIT had taught you anything it's that you can't trust the bitches. Especially being one of the few black women on campus, you couldn't help but feeling left out and rejected. After your first week here, you'd already contemplated going home back to Ft. Worth. But being yet another college drop out to come back to the hood had to be worse than being a lonely black girl at a prestigeous university.

You grabbed your usual pizza for lunch, and searched for a place to sit. Your eyes fell upon the only other black person in the cafe, and the only black person you'd seen on campus since move in day. Swallowing the voice of social anxiety that told you to go sit at the booth in the back alone, you turned on your Teaxas charm and approached the table.

"Can I sit here?"

The boys eyes met yours, then they surveyed the cafe as if to say "look at all those other seats" before landing back on you. He didn't say anything just returned back to eating his food. You took that as an invitation to sit, and even if it wasn't there was no way you were going to allow your friendship shot to be rejected by what seemed to be the only other black person on campus.

The two of you sat in awkward silence. You would glance his way every other bite of your pizza but he never bothered to look up at you. It was almost as if you were completely invisible to him.

"What's your name?" You asked plastering a friendly smile to your face.

He didn't respond. Didn't even look up. You hoped he hadn't heard you, and that he wasn't such an asshole that he would sit infront of you and deadass ignore you.

"What's yo-"

"I heard you the first time!" He retorted finally looking at you.

You waited anxiously for him to continue, maybe even answer you question. But just asbefore, he went back to eating his food.

"Well excuse the fuck outta me for thinking you'd answer! Especially as there aren't too many of us around here ... God, I fucking hate it here."

You snatched your plate off the table and proceeded to leave the cafe.

-

Weeks later you had accepted that you were here to achieve one goal. Get that degree.  Fuck making friends! You didn't need anyone but you! But that was  difficult motto to live by right now when you've found yourself broke down with a flat tire on the darkest road on campus, with no one to call. And you knew damn well that none of these melanin deficiant people would stop and help. You had no clue as to what you were going to do. You had a spare you couldn't even put on because out of all the life lessons your father decided to bestow upon you before leaving college, changing a spare was not one of them. Putting me up on game so "none of these little niggas, played me" was your daddy's top priority.

With tears swelling in the brims of your eyes, you sat on the curb breaking down into tears. This was it, this was God's way of telling you to take your ass back to Ft. Worth where you belonged. Who the fuck did you think you were to move across state and feel like you were okay. places like this, they weren't made for girls like you.

"You got a spare?"

Your eyes darted up. In the dark of the night you could only make out a 6' figure, nothing more. Chills ran down your spine. Every episode of Criminal Minds has taught you that this is the part of the show where you get ropped up and put into the back of a pick up truck never to be reported missing or seen again. Paralyzed with fear, you froze.

"Damn your friendly ass can't speak now? "

The voice had now started to sound family, and the shadow man had finally stepped into the sliver of light that bounced off the pavement . You were now able to see it was that bastard from the cafe a couple weeks ago. And your hoplessness had now slipped into full despair.

"Nigga, what the fuck do you want?!"

"I already asked your goofy ass if you had a spare! Or I could fucking leave you here!"

You let out a small frustrated growl. Part of you was tempted to tell him to go, in the south disrespect wasn't easily forgiven. But you also knew he was probably the only help you were going to get out here.

"In the trunk."

"Move."

He slightly pushed passed you being sure that his shoulder bumped yours as he did. He yanked the tire out the trunk and quickly replaced the tire. Throwing the flat in your trunk and slamming it closed once finished. He didn't bother to wait around for a thank you or even tell you he was done, just started to walk back to his car.

"Thank you!" You shouted at him. A bit of sarcasm laced in your tone. "You should really work on your people skills" You continued.

That made him stop in his tracks, and for a moment he just stared at you.

"Erik."

"What?"

"My name is Erik."

and with that he got back in the car.

Chapter Two: https://shewrites02.tumblr.com/post/187761495400/southern-hospitality-erik-killmonger-x-black

tags: @missshae @chaneajoyyy @lostennyc 

I lost my tag list so if you would like to be on it, please let me know lol and sorry to those I forgot. 

[wakandamama]

Nuggets of Truth

A soft fic with a pregnant Reader, Erik and cravings at too early in the damn morning

The night is quiet and still in the apartment. The A/C blowing gently, the sheets wrap you and Erik together as Erik snores quietly and holds you closely by the waist in his sleep.

 "Erik.....Erik wake up baby......Erik!" you whispered loudly in his ear and he cracks his eyes open to peer down at you. 

"Nah." he croaks in his morning voice, closing his eyes and rolling you to the side a bit so he could cuddle into your neck again.

"Erik!" you whine with a playful pout and he hums as you shift back to face him.  

"Wake up nigga! It's important!" you whisper sharply, and he groans but opens his eyes and raised an eyebrow at your antics. You smile at him, fully awake and hungry as hell. You gently take one of his hands from your waist and move it up to the swell of your pregnant stomach and he gives a sleepy chuckle at the flutter of a kick that follows that actions. 

"We're hungry." you whisper.

Erik smacks his lips as he fully wakes up, you smirk as he sits up stretching and squints at the his phone.

"....it's 2 in the morning....."

"The time didn't stop you when we made the baby, so it can't stop you now from taking us to McDonalds." you reply rolling up to a sit on the side of the bed and slipping on your sliders. Erik groans but gets up.

"Let me brush my teeth and get my wallet." he mutters and you give a small cheer and little shimmy as you waddle over to the dresser, putting on a one of his long sleeve shirts and joggers. Erik chuckles at you and kisses your temple before going into the bathroom.

Soon you two are heading out. 

"Imma get me some nuggets, Imma get me  some chicken nuggets. Me and this baby wants some chicken nuggets So baby daddy gonna buy me some nuggetsMy husband gonna buy me some nuggets You gonna buy me some chicken nuggets." you repeat this little song for the next to blocks as Erik drives, dancing in you seat and playing with the hand that Erik had permanently laid on you stomach since becoming pregnant 6 month ago. 

"You're cute or whatever." Erik side comments as you two turn into the near empty parking lot of the closest McDonalds. You smack your lips and roll your eyes at his comment but end in a smile as you two get out and go in. Erik stands behind you at the counter, wrapping his arms around you and rest his sleep heavy head on your shoulder as you decided between getting a ten or twenty piece.

"Let me get two twenty pieces, a medium fry and an small Oreo McFlurry." you order and Erik raises an eyebrow in question. 

"What the hell you gonna do with all them chicken nuggets?"

"Now and Later Nigga, I'm looking out for you." you reply and he hums and hands the cashier his card and proceeds to rest his head back in your neck as you wait for the McFlurry. You rub a hand through his dreads and wrap your hand around his on your stomach.

"You tired?" you ask and he huffs and brings you a bit closer.

"Yea, but my babies need me, so I'm 'ight. he says and kiss his cheek as you grab your ice cream and your both go and sit in a booth. Erik yawns and scrolls through his phone, peeping over at you now and then as you eat your Flurry and drum your fingers on the table in wait, he smirks as you perk up when the worker comes and places the try on your two's table.

"Oh yeah, my nuggets! Thank you baby!" you say as you grab on of the cartons and perch it on the swell of your stomach, Erik laughs as scarf down the first three then slow down to enjoy the fourth nugget. 

Looking at you in the lazy outfit, hair still tied up and blanked faced but all happy and glowing and full with his child makes a warm feeling fill his chest and bleed through his body with every heartbeat.

 Erik smiles and leans his head on his hand and just watches you as you eat and babble about how good the nuggets were then start talking about baby names again and preparing the house for Shuri to visit soon then about the kids you mentor at the outreach and how both of you will be hard to wake later in the morning and should just call in and stay in.

"What are you thinking about?" you asks after a while and about a third of the carton was gone and he started to steal some fire.

"Just about you, they baby, how and the Hell I deserve something like this. Also that I'm tired as hell and want my bed." Erik admits and you smile and grab his hand. 

"Your daddy would be proud of you N'Jadaka. You've came really far, lost yourself for a time, but it's better. We got this life, we got out passions and we are changing things around here and we deserve it." you say.

this cause him to lean over and kiss you right then. 

Because you're right. 

His life is Good.

[reelwriter19]

A Better Man

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied smut, cursing

Word Count: 3241

“Sssshhh...Erik you have to stop yelling.” You pleaded with your husband as you struggled to get his oversized drunken frame through the front door.

Slurring every word, “Y/N, I DON’T CARE! These colonizers know who’s buildin’ this is!”

You shook your head and couldn’t help but smirk as Erik kicked his boots off and planted himself on the floor in the hallway like a toddler. It was LATE and you were exhausted, but you gave him a pass on this f**k boi behavior because his 35th birthday was in a few days and even though he’d never admit it, that number was messing with his head. So when the owner of the lounge called you personally to come pick him up at 1:45AM, you threw on a sweater, grabbed your keys and ran out the door.

Erik looked up from his stooper just in time to catch you undoing your bra in annoyance. “YES!!! My girls need to be free!”

“Wow…..goodnight Mr. Stevens.” Shaking your head as you walked away, he seemed to find his sea legs long enough to scurry after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and slowly creeping his hands up to ‘the girls’.

“Come on ma, let me hit. You know I sleep better after.”

His touch in this moment was making you weak, but as you turned your head to permit him a kiss, you were hit with a heavy dose of reality. Erik hadn’t drunk this heavily in a while, and the evidence of it was seeping through his pores and breath in the worst way. You turned to face him, now keeping him at arm's length.

“UGH...nigga let you hit?! I love you, but the last time we tried to have sex when you were this drunk, you fell asleep in me, during said process. Uh huh...nope, not tonight. The girls will be all yours tomorrow.”

The next morning you awoke to find Erik still fully clothed, knocked and snoring on the chaise lounge in your walk-in closet. He still smelled, but you were grateful for the fact that he wasn’t too drunk to remember how you felt about outside clothes on the bed. You kissed him on his forehead, got dressed and started making calls. You were throwing him a birthday party that night at the house. You had to confirm food drop offs with the caterers, pick up some balloons and grab one final gift to surprise him with the next day. His training made him really hard to surprise, but you knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.

You heard the shower turn off as you walked back into the house from your excursion. “Erik!” You hollered putting bags and what seemed like 100 balloons in a corner, making your way upstairs to the bedroom.  “Kia and Shuri will be here in a few hours to help me set up. I’m gonna need you out of here soo…”

Your words trailed off as your ebony Adonis emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his hips, scars glistening on his chest. He knew his power over you and now you were the one intoxicated. He raised an eyebrow as he slinked over to you ever so slowly, you, still frozen, allowing him access to begin undressing you without much of a fight.

“You were sayin’ somethin’?”

“Baby...I have so much to get done for the party.”

“I remember you saying that these right here were all...mine...today.” He started to pepper kisses across your chest and conveniently dropped his towel to the floor. Every task on your list quickly faded into the background. He was the soon to be birthday boy afterall. Who were you to deny him this gift?

-------

The house was filled with laughter and music. You sat on Erik’s lap with his arm wrapped snug around your waist as he and some of his boys laughed about stories from their days at MIT. You knew the majority of the people there, Erik always kept a tight circle. But there was one guy, Malik, from his days in foster care that he recently reconnected with that hadn’t made your acquaintance. He was mostly quiet throughout the night, sometimes too quiet, but you chalked that up to how he was raised. Knowing what your husband went through, bouncing from house to house, no one really caring if he lived or died, you always had a soft spot for the people he bonded with during those years, and Malik was one of them.

T’Challa walked over to the rowdy bunch in his usual stoic way, hiding something behind his back. Nakia stood next to him, beaming from ear to ear.

“Pardon me Y/N, gentlemen, but N’Jadaka, I have something that might interest you.” He revealed a black velvet cigar box with the word “Daka” embroidered on the top in gold. It was rare to shock this man, it was even more rare for T’Challa to pull a reaction from Erik that wasn’t sarcastic or flippant.

“Yooooo, T! You wild out man!”

Turning to you as Erik stood up, “Is that a good thing?”

Before you could reply, Shuri belted out a laugh from across the room and said, “Oh brotha! That’s a VERY good thing!”

Erik hugged T’Challa, which was enough to bring a tear to your eye, as the men clamoured for access to a cigar as they walked out on the balcony to light one and commemorate the occasion.

You and Nakia locked arms and laughed at the group as they ran outside as if hiding a porno tape from their mothers.

Turning to her, “Should I ask where you got those?”

“Let’s just say, they once belonged to a very bad man with many items that needed to be confiscated for...archiving. And now they have been gifted to a better man to celebrate his life and the passage of time.”

“Riiight. Well thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you guys. He’s been so down lately. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I’m gonna go get the cake ready while they’re out there.”

Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed Shuri trying to hide behind a few other guests that were deep in conversation in the dining room. Pausing, you didn’t even have to walk her way to know what she was up to.

“Shuri! Put that drink down right now!”

“Awww, Y/N come on! I thought we were cool. I just want a taste of this good American stuff.”

“Girl, your mother will kill me! Put it down and go find the candles for the cake.”

She stomped over to you and you grabbed her in a tight hug.

“You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

You walked into the kitchen dancing and singing to yourself. “Tell Me” by Groove Theory was now playing through the speakers Erik insisted you guys have installed when you first brought the place. A few of the guests trickled out of the room as Erik’s friend Malik followed you in.

“Tell me if you want me to, give you all my time. I wanna make it GOOD FOR YOUUU!!!!”

You grabbed some plates and napkins from the cabinet and turned mid groove to find Malik standing a little too close. He was taller than your husband but his facial features were no comparison. Let’s be real, not many faces could compare.

“Oh my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you...I was just lookin’ for a garbage. Y’all recycle?”

“Yep, uuh, right there by the door.”

“Cool cool.” Walking over to discard his beer bottle, he turned back around and extended a hand to you. “Malik.”

Switching the plates to your left hand, you extended yours to shake his. “I know. Erik told me about you. He said you guys were like brothers growing up.”

“Yeah, that’s my dawg.” Licking his lips and taking you in a little too intensely, he continued his thought. “We always liked to share things when we were comin’ up.”

You snatched your hand back as Shuri walked in with the candles in hand, dancing to herself.

“Y/N, you have to make me a playlist of these songs for the lab!”

“I will, I promise.”

You walked towards her, grateful to your God and Bast that Shuri’s timing was so impeccable. As you handed her the other items and took the cake from the counter, Malik touched your butt and quickly left the kitchen.

Did he just grab my ASS?!

No, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!

That nigga just grabbed by ASS!!

You stormed out of the kitchen ready to raise hell, but as soon as you did, a smiling Erik black man jogged towards you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“You good babe?”

Hands on his chest, gazing in to his bright eyes full of happiness and peace for the first time in a while, there was no way you could ruin this night.

“Yeah, yeah sweetie I’m ok. I was just looking for the candles that’s all. You ready for your cake?”

Nestling his face in your neck as he replied, leaving a wet kiss. “As long as I can have the rest of my dessert later.”

You giggled as his facial hair grazed your skin and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. You hoped that Malik was somewhere watching, being reminded of who the hell your man was and the imminent danger his life was in if he EVER decided to touch you again.

-------

“Aight aight, enough of this terrible singing...blow out the candles man!” One of Erik’s college friends yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Erik obliged and everyone cheered. He found his way right back to you, engulfing you in his embrace from behind.

“I wanna thank y’all for coming tonight, for real. To have everyone I care about in the same room celebrating me, it’s just, yeah…...I especially wanna thank my princess, my QUEEN who pulled this off without breaking a sweat. I love you, Y/N.”

Turning to face your man, you couldn’t stop cheesing, caressing his dimpled cheeks as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

“Damn, I guess this is what happens when a nigga gets old. Got me all emotional and shit! Shuri, turn that music back up!”

-------

The house had finally cleared of most guests, finally allowing you to put your fuzzy slippers on. You were saying your final goodbyes to T’Challa, Nakia, Shuri.

“Are you sure you don’t need Shuri to help you stay and clean up?” T joked as they walked towards the door.

“Haha! No it’s ok, really. There’s not much more to do. Thank you again. You really made his night.”

“It was our pleasure, Y/N.”

“Make sure you stop by before you head back to Wakanda.”

You closed the door and the newfound silence of your apartment caused you to immediately flash back to that moment in the kitchen with Malik. You had to make sure it got dealt with, but not tonight.

You walked out on the balcony to take in the night air. The life of a hostess was not easy and fatigue was hitting you like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, a massive hand smacked you on the butt, scaring the crap out of you. You turned to see it was Erik and not the filth who had violated your space earlier.

“Why you so jumpy girl?”

Attempting to gather yourself quickly and avoid his gaze, you brushed past him and went back into the living room. But as always, he was hot on your heels.

“I’m not E, damn! You just...I thought you were upstairs.”

“You only call me E when you’re annoyed at something or pissed at me, so what’s up?”

“Nothing ERIK, nothing. You’re just always on your sleath shit moving around this house and I wasn’t ready. I’m just tired, baby, that’s all.” Walking towards the steps, you prayed that was enough to hold him off for a bit.

“I’m gonna go change clothes. I left the cake on the counter if you want another slice. Cuz I know you want another slice.”

Whew! Home free, at least for now. You knew your nightly routine would at least give you some time away from him to think. Of course you’d tell him, eventually, but you knew Erik’s past too well to pretend that you weren’t fearful of what he’d do. You’d never be able to erase the sound of the guy's jaw breaking because he put his hands on you at the club when you first started dating. Or the time he threatened your old boss's life and family for overworking his ‘princess’ when you started having panic attacks because of your job. You weren’t at all scared of him, but you were scared of how this news would set him back.

You emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and wearing Erik’s shirt, to find him perched on the corner of your enormous bed, cake in hand and staring at you. You playfully walked towards him planting yourself in between his legs.

“Can I have a piece?”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ll just go get my own.”

“I ate it all before I came upstairs.”

“You better be lying.”

He wasn’t budging and you could tell his patience was starting to wane.

“Fine! Since you refuse to drop this.” You hesitated, backing away from him, bracing yourself for impact, but quickly decided to go another route. You walked to the closet and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from where you kept your extra tampons. He joked with you once that he’d be willing to buy them for you, but after that, you were on your own.

“I made us reservations for tomorrow night. I was going to give this to you then, but you’re so impatient.”

You handed over the box with a huge smile on your face, the giddiness now starting to set in.

Erik looked down at the box and back towards you, rubbing your thigh slowly.

“Well, open, open!”

He chuckled, finding your sudden excitement amusing. “Oh I’m the impatient one?”

He finally opened the box and pulled out a black dog tag necklace with the word ‘Baba’ inscribed on one side and a fingerprint on the other. Erik stared at the necklace in awe. When he finally looked up, he had tears in his eyes, which always made you full on cry.

“Happy Birthday! I’m pregnant. This is your father's fingerprint. I had Nakia do some digging to…”

Before you could get another word out, Erik’s lips were attached to yours. He lifted you off your feet bridal style and placed you on the bed as if moving too fast would break you. Erik made love to you as if it were the first time. Covering every inch of your body with attention to make sure you knew how appreciative he was of the best gift he could have ever asked for.

-------

You laid on your husband's chest, tracing his scars while his fingers made lazy circles along your stomach.

“How long have you known?”

“A few weeks.”

“Damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”

You smiled because him admitting it meant he was finally back.

“E…” You sat up, gathering the sheet around yourself to face him.

“What’s up?”

“Is it hot in here? Wow, i’m sweating.” You jumped up suddenly wrapped in the sheet to go open the window. Now pacing…Erik sat up fully and gave you a minute to process whatever the hell you refused to spit out from earlier.

“Y/N, talk to me.”

“Ok, Erik, listen. Before I tell you anything, I want you to remember that you’re about to be a father. And before I needed you but now it’s your family that needs you. You hear the difference there? We’re a family. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon so now that you know I want you to come so you can meet the doctor and get used to…”

In his usual sleath-like manor, Erik had hoped out of bed to stop you from pacing. Once you finally turned around, you were face to chest with him. He lightly grabbed your chin and raised an inquisitive brow. You took a deep breath and finally blurted it out! By the time you finished recounting the story, Erik’s jaw was locked and his body frozen. At this point, you were sitting on the edge of the bed because, exhaustion.

“....I didn’t say anything earlier because you were so happy. Baby I hadn’t heard your laugh in such a long time. I also know how close the two of you used to be. I’m so sorry.”

Hearing that brought your husband back out of his daze. He knelt in front of you making sure your eyes were locked with his.

“Y/N, listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me? You’re my whole world..” Touching your stomach, “Tonight you’ve managed to make that world even better. That nigga violated my trust and made you feel less than in your own body, in our house...f**k no.”

Erik was eerily calm. The man you knew would’ve been dressed at the part of the story with the handshake and in front of Malik’s house with you on speaker by the time you said, “...touched by ass.”

Instead, with a kiss to your forehead, he made the choice to lay back down. “It’s all good baby, let’s get some sleep.”

-------

The next day you awoke to an empty bed. You got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find Erik in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning beautiful.”

This was always one of your favorite sights. You stood behind him, wrapping him in a hug while he plated the cheese eggs and breathed him in.

“It’s your birthday Erik. I should be cooking for you.”

“Please...besides your doctor called and had to push your appointment up by an hour so eat up quick! I don’t wanna be late.”

You watched him run upstairs, still wondering who the hell this new guy was and what he did with Erik “the colonizers can kiss mine” Stevens.

He came back down, keys in hand, dog tag on next to his father's ring, sneakers and glasses on. Damn you loved when he wore those glasses. That’s probably how you got pregnant in the first place.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…” You put your plate in the dishwasher and grabbed your bag, walking towards the hallway with him.

“Baby? About our conversation last night. You’re not gonna do anything crazy are you?”

“Oh, you mean Malk?”

“Yes, Erik, that’s what I'm talking about”

“It’s already handled.”

“Erik...what did you do?! Didn’t we discuss this? FAMILY. BABY. Us NEEDING you to not get locked up or worse.”

“Relax, Y/N. I didn’t do anything personally.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief, but he wasn’t quite done. “...let’s just say no one will see him anywhere, EVER...AGAIN.”

“E! You can’t just go offing people at every whim, even if you do hire someone else to take care of it for you. That’s not what I meant.”

“Baby steps, ma. Baby steps.”

[katasstrophey]

E.

Angsty blurb: this has been sitting in my draft folder so I polished it hoping I can ease myself back into inspiration. 

Pairing: Erik x OC

Length: 429 words

I’m here.

Fuck it, i’m here. 

That’s gotta count for something, man.”

•

Dark days, dark times, late nights. That round the clock diner was their safe haven back when what they thought about the world wasn’t even a fraction of the bullshit they would have to deal with further along the line. 

She had looked at him, sighed away the sleep that clawed itself at her and spoken those three sentences.

Simple, clear and concise.

The girl that had bloomed into a woman before his eyes was simple, clear and concise. There were no double meanings, there were no furtive glances. No, she didn’t play those games. 

She had looked at him straight in the eyes and it was then that Erik was convinced he couldn’t feel her more than this. He had felt her then more than when he had trapped her body under his and she had tugged at the buckle of his belt, in his dreams.

His eyes rose up from his chemistry notes to the frown lines on her forehead until they fell back down to her eyes.

Instantly, there was a meeting of the minds.

Her frustration quaked while he went back to his notes; that is until it was his turn to ponder.

“You gon’ love me when i’m gone?”

She had scoffed at this. 

“Aren’t I loving you enough now? What do you have to go ahead and die on me for, huh?” 

Erik blinked at her. Samia blinked back, waiting for an answer on his part but expecting him to remain mum nonetheless.

A smile was cracked somewhere between the unspoken words that hovered above the two.

“You’re a fool,” she declared.

“A fool for you,” retorted Erik, to which Samia rolled her eyes.

The waitress came around and filled the two half-empty cups of lukewarm coffee that stood on the table forgotten amongst a sea of class notes and mindless scribbles.

Samia dumped a mountain of sugar in her coffee under Erik’s critical gaze and the pair fell into silence once more; that is until her mind wandered once more.

“You know, sometimes, when I look at you, when I really really look and you’re staring off in the distance - thinking about shit you shouldn’t be thinking about, I get this overwhelming feeling in my gut telling me that one day you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

This time, Erik’s gaze was sharp, Samia’s unforgiving.

“Your gut is always right,” he replied after a few moments.

To that she gave him a sad smile, “my gut is always right,” she echoed.

[bbybucky-fics]

drunk on you

summary: porn without a plot

pairing: erik killmonger x reader

word count: 1819

warnings: smut, swearing

a/n: s/o to the awesome anon who requested an erik fic and let me run with it!

Erik can’t help himself: he can’t help the way his cock swells, the way his mouth waters, he can’t help nor fight the overwhelming urge to pull you onto his lap and admire you as ride him. Some may perceive the man as radical, maybe even a little crazy and they may just be right but, fuck is he in deep with you.

He wants to change the world and get revenge but right now all Erik wants is his cock buried deep in your pussy and for you to scream his name in a haze of pleasure (and maybe just a little bit of pain).  Erik can’t stop himself nor can he stop the noticeable bulge in his baggy jeans. He watches you from afar and he wants you right here, right now; the world could watch and he wouldn’t care as long as you were moaning his name.

“Fuck it!” Erik mumbles to himself, one hand rubbing his swollen cock through his jeans to try and relieve himself as much as possible. It’s virtually impossible when you’re only feet away from him and he wants nothing more than his lips on your pussy, your cum dripping down onto his lips as sweet and sickly as honey.

“Babygirl!” he beckons you over with authority, your eyes dart to him and the hidden promise behind his eyes make you move as quick as you can. You stand before him growing nervous under his stare, the intensity and hunger in his eyes making heat pool between your legs. Erik reaches an arm out grabbing you by the waist and pulling you tight against him; it’s hard not to feel his cock pressed up on you. When you shift slightly his clothed cock presses right against your pussy and it’s fucking glorious.

Erik’s cool lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his tongue peeking out wet and hot against your ear before you feel his teeth rake against the flesh. “What am I going to do with you?” he asks his voice rough and rugged, it’s the same voice he uses when he has you tied to the bed, his body naked body stalking over you as he makes you cum over and over screaming his name as if begging for mercy.

You swallow thickly eyes darting up to look the man you love, he’s pulled back from your ear and is looking at you with eyes as black as the night sky. You don’t know what to say, what to do besides standing there flush against his body, his swollen cock pressing almost painfully against your pussy making your head spin. You need him, you need his naked body against yours.

“I think I know,” Erik says spinning you around in his arms, your ass pressing against his cock and his hand coming to your neck pressing against your skin making you let out a moan. He knows what you like, he knows exactly what to do to make you moan as soft and sweet as he loves. “I think I should fuck you like you need,” Erik continues as he juts his hips forward his cock pressing up against your ass.

You can’t help but arch your back against him, your head hitting his shoulder as his name falls from your lips in a wanton moan, “Erik.”

He groans at the sound of you moaning his name; he grabs you by the hips pushing you against his confined cock that you want your lips on. “Please,” you moan barely above a whisper but Erik hears, tipping his head back as he laughs.

He soothes you gently, “shh… babygirl gonna give you what you need.” You know he will, at this point he knows your body better than you do.

You feel his cool lips press against your neck and you immediately know what he’s doing, he’s marking you for the whole world to see. He’s a possessive little fucker and Erik needs people to know you belong to, who your body belongs to - him. You moan as you feel him suck a purple bruise into your neck as he presses harder against your throat. Erik loves to blur the lines, pain and pleasure become one as he brands you with his mark making it hard for you to breathe, yet moans pass your lips at the pleasure coursing through your veins.

When he’s done, once his lips have spread their heat, burning your skin with their touch Erik pulls you with him. You can’t see much, he walks too fast but when you reach your shared bedroom you knew where you are, you can see both of your shared clothes strewn across the floor from earlier activities.

He pushes you against the bed, your body flat against the mattress as his hands come down to his jeans palming himself as he watched you bite your lip. “You know what to do, babygirl,” he spoke his tone as dark as his lust laced eyes. You sit on your knees pulling your clothes off and discarding them before laying back down.

“Get into position,” Erik says and you do as he wishes.

“Good girl,” he praises as he discards his own clothes. Once his clothes hit the fall he lets out a deep sigh.

“You ready for me, babygirl?” He asks.

“Yes,” you reply craving his touch. Your stomach lies against the mattress your ass pushed up into the air as you hold tight to the messy sheets of the bed.

You can feel Erik behind you, he hasn’t touched you yet - at least not how you want him to. Your body is hot to the touch, your thighs are covered in your own slick; you can’t wait, you need him.

“Erik!” You call craning your neck and looking back at him. The sight you’re met with is one you’ve seen many times: he’s on his knees cock in hand working his fist over his length as his eyes never once leave your body.

You snap Erik out of his trance, his eyes blacken the moment he looks at you and he can’t fight off the smirk that breaks out on his features. “Babygirl… gonna fucking wreck you,” he promises, his words going straight to your core and making you whine out. You need him to wreck you, you want to be a sobbing, moaning mess clutching at your sheets as he fucks you mercilessly.

You watch him move forward cock in his hand and then you feel his hand on your lower back, your skin growing even hotter at the feeling of him so close, yet, so far away. You get what you crave when his hand comes down to your ass lazily spanking cheek before he eases himself into your tight hole. Your pussy practically devours his cock as he pushes in, Erik groans deeply which is followed by a string of curses at how tight you feel around him When your pussy walls clamp down on his cock he goes insane. “Fuck, you like that huh? You love my cock in that tight little pussy of yours?”

All you can do is nod but a yank of your hair and a few spankings makes you speak up moaning slightly. “Yes, I need it, you’re so fucking big. I love it when you make it hurt.” You respond your sentence barely strung together as Erik’s hands squeeze the red-tinged flesh of your ass.

“I bet you do,” Erik says smugly before he starts moving. The first time he pounds into you, his hips crashing into your ass you can’t help the scream that tears itself from your throat; it makes Erik growl like a feral animal. His fingers dig painfully into the flesh of your hips before pulling your ass back onto his cock as he surges his hips forward growling once more at the way you scream his name. It’s crazy how much he loves it when you scream his name when he fucks you, you drive him insane and it only ever makes him fuck you harder.

“Scream for me baby!” Erik says although it sounds more of a demand for you nonetheless his name falls from your lips in a screech that you know will leave your voice wrecked by the end of the night. It spurs Erik - the noises you make as he jerks his hips forward, his cock delving deep, so deep you feel yourself pushing back on him.

His cock feels so good with your pussy wrapped around it, your ass looks fucking fantastic pushing back onto his cock. Erik’s obsessed with this, fucking you from behind makes him go mad and you can feel it as your whole body jolts and jerks each time his hips snap forward making you moan his name, “Erik!” You clutch aimlessly at the sheets trying not to lose it but it’s hard to say sane when Erik’s fucking you like a wild animal, all you can do is moan his name over and over like a mantra.

Erik’s hand’s leave your hips, to wrap around your neck applying pressure as he fucks you roughly. “Choke me, baby!” You scream out and he does what you say. He presses so hard your head spins but it feels so good when his hops jerk forward going so deep you’re sure you can see stars. He’s a savage as he fucks you, purely animal as his cock gets squeezed by your tight pussy. It’s all too much for both of you, you can’t take it any longer; it won’t be long till your breathless and your vision has gone white.

Your whole body shakes as Erik presses hard against the column of your throat, your vision blurs and you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks. It’s too much, all you want to do is cum around Erik’s cock. “Please, can I cum?” You ask staring back at Erik who groans at the sight of your tear stained cheeks.

“Cum for me, babygirl!” He demands and you can no longer fight it, push it back. You push your hips back his cock hitting the spot that makes you fall flat against the mattress legs shaking as your orgasm rips through you. Erik’s hands come down against your ass as he pounds into you, you scream as you get pushed over the edge. You cum sobbing against the sheets head falling against the sheets as you come down.

Erik cums as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, squeezing it so tight milking him for everything he’s got. He falls down beside you just as blissed as you.

[supersizemeplz]

Mr. Competitive

Erik Steven x Black Plussized Reader

Another #supersizedfic mini. Just something light to try and get back into the swing of writing again. I’ve missed this hobby so much.

The faint sound of a nearby neighbor mowing their lawn could be heard from the slightly opened kitchen window. A low comforting hum that indicated a warm summer day. A soft breeze followed its entrance and danced around the kitchen. Muffled music from the 2000's era spilled from the large portable speaker that occupied the glass patio table outside, mostly R&B and Hip Hop songs. Entertaining the three and a half couples that sat around it. It rested beside the bright metal decorative pail that centered the table, holding an aromatic bouquet of the fresh orange roses Erik had gifted you the evening before. 

'Just a small reminder of my love' is what he'd told you when you asked the occasion.

"Lemme get that for you, baby." Erik slipped into the kitchen to help, leaving the guests outside for a moment. "I'll even let you lead the way out to the patio." You sat the glass of homemade lemonade on the tray of glasses with the smile. He caught your hand before you could step too far away from him, smirking as he pulled you closer. 

"I wonder why.." You laughed, allowing his soft kisses to your cheek. He had been finding reasons to admire your backside in your sundress all morning. Like asking you to pick up something he'd dropped with fibs of reasons he couldn't do it himself or purposely brushing against it when you passed him. 

"Just being a gentleman, baby." He grinned, picking up the tray you'd prepared. You hummed as you turned to walk away. Missing the smooth lick to his lips. 

“And the two lovebirds finally join us again.” Dalon, the oldest male of the group, joked. Making everyone laugh. His wife and your best friend, Jayla, nudged him playfully with an amused ‘Leave the lovebirds be’. 

“I’m just happy I can get some of this lemonade. Y’all know it’s my favorite.” Ramon, the youngest of the men, smiled as he poured two glasses of the spiked beverage. Sliding his girlfriend, Shay, a glass of her own. She thanked him with a kiss and you smiled at the interaction. 

Erik pulled out your chair for you and pressed a kiss to your forehead once you were seated. “Just don’t drink too many. You know what happened last time..”  Ramon rolled his eyes at that, heading everyone chuckle at the memory. He’d had a bit more to drink than he’d anticipated and the guys had to carry him to the car for Shay. 

“Y’all not gonna let that go, huh? It snuck up on me and I didn’t know it had alcohol in it.” He chuckled, sipping the drink with a grin. 

Twenty minutes of catching up and random conversation went by before sports found its way to the topic. The guys reminisced their college days as athletes and came up with the idea to do a mini hoop session. A court rested at the farther side of the backyard, mostly used  by the kids of the family when you and Erik invited family over. He might go out there to workout, but he hadn’t played in an actual game in a while. 

As they began standing to leave the table, you caught Erik by the hand. He looked to you with a smile and you returned it. 

“Is it a good idea to push yourself like that? Yes, you’re in shape but you aren’t as young as you used to be.” You gave him a look and he chuckled. “I don’t want to have to hear you whining about being sore all night.”

“I’ll run circles around them, baby. Don’t let the age fool you. I don’t feel a day over twenty-five.” He smirked, winking at you as he followed the guys to the court. You shook your head and relaxed in your seat. 

Your best friend giggled, sitting her glass on the table. “Girl, he sounds just like Dalon’s competitive ass. And tonight I’ll have to ice him down after he takes a epsom salt bath.” All three of you laughed at that. 

“I might as well get the ice packs ready now.” You chuckled, standing to lead the way into the kitchen. The sound of the ball meeting the pavement and scuffling feet could me heart faintly. Shay volunteered to clean up the patio table and Jayla helped you to prepping ice packs for the guys. 

It took all of fifteen minutes before you heard a familiar curse followed by a tired ‘timeout y’all’.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a pack from the island and met the trio of guys at the table. Erik had a leg propped up on a chair that he rested across from. 

“My knee a little tired, that’s all.” He looked to you, knowing you knew what was up. 

“Mhmm..” You laughed, handing him the ice pack and a towel. "Next time you'll listen when I tell you take it easy. You might look like you in your early thirties but we both know the truth."