#erik stevens x chubby!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.

There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.

There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.

Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.

And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.

But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.

You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.

All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.

During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.

Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.

He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.

Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.

Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.

The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.

It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.

So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.

You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.

A half a year from then and here you were.

With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.

What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”

So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.

Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.

As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.

You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.

Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.

Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.

Until now that is.

You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.

Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.

You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.

But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.

Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.

You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.

You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.

“You shaking all that for me?”

You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.

He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.

You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.

“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.

You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.

“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”

You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.

“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”

Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”

“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.

“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”

He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.

“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”

Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.

“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.

What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.

“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”

You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.

You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.

You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.

You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.

He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”

You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.

“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”

He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.

“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[herbrattypsht]

Can you do Erik with shy bratty gf or him babying her and being lovey dovey just because she an adorable shy glasses wearing girl ????

A/N:Yes omg i love this idea, also sorry it took me so long to see this😭🤎

His Blind Queen

TW: cussing

You stepped out your shared, putting on your pink silk robe and white fur slides, walking or well stumbling into you and Erik’s shared bedroom.

“Where are my damn glasses!” you yelled out of frustration, seeing ass they were not on the sink where you left them.”Erik!”

After a few moments, Erik appears, you can barely see him thought due to your impaired vision. You stood there with a scowl, arms folded and lip’s pouting.

“Hey mamas what’s up? You done with your shower I see” you can tell he’s trying to not laugh at something which wasn’t helping you in any way.

“Give me my damn glasses boy I know you got em!” You said loudly, sitting down on the bed still upset.”I can’t stand yo dumbass sometimes” you mumble.

“First off loose the that base in your voice and that attitude girl, secondly you can get them glasses back when you say please” he said in a soft but stern voice, grabbing your face to make you look at him.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

“Nuh uh, speak loud mamas, us that tone you was just usin”he said blankly.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back!” You shouted.

You see Erik leave then a few minutes later he comes back, with your glasses in hand as he steps forward to hand them to you.

Seeing as you were still irritated, you snatched them from him and out them on, as you started to apply your body lotion and other skin care.

“Snatch from me again and imma snatch that attitude out you girl” he said loudly, applying a hard smack to your ass as you stood up.

A/N: idk if I like this

[sansaorgana]

MASTERLIST

➽ I am trying to write all my x Reader fan fiction to be as inclusive as possible – even the stories with [X]!OC – unless it is stated otherwise in the Author’s Note for the reasons dictated by the plot. If you happen to find some description in any of my stories that is exclusive (for example blushing or knuckles turning white etc.), then feel free to send me an ask and I will edit it.

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✿ GAME OF THRONES

➽ “The Dragon and The Doe” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Baratheon!OC

➽ “Unlike His Father” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Not a Child Anymore” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “The Lady of Storm’s End” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Baratheon!OC

➽ “My Only Friend” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Velaryon!OC

➽ “Targaryens Do Have Queer Customs” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Princess Rhaella Targaryen (OC)

➽ Having children with Prince Aemond Targaryen — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Redeemable” — King Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Hair Care Routine” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “A Disappointment” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!chubby!Reader // Baratheon!OC

➽ “Dragonless” — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ modern HoTD AU tag

➽ random blurbs/headcanons

✿ STAR WARS

➽ “You Can’t Leave Me” — Anakin Skywalker // suitless!Darth Vader x fem!Gray Jedi!Reader

➽ “The Prodigal Daughter” — Darth Vader (and kinda Anakin Skywalker) x fem!Dark Jedi!Reader

➽ “Scoundrel” — Han Solo x fem!Reader

➽ “Don’t Call Me Princess” — Poe Dameron x Padmé Solo (OC)

➽ “A Man of Secrets” — Obi–Wan Kenobi x fem!Reader

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

➽ “The Hero and The Traitor” — Poe Dameron x fem!First Order!Reader

➽ Being Bo–Katan Kryze’s girlfriend — Bo–Katan Kryze x fem!Reader

➽ “I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend” — Obi–Wan Kenobi x fem!Jedi!Reader

➽ Being Axe Woves’ girlfriend — Axe Woves x fem!Reader // fem!Mandalorian!Reader

✿ DUNE

➽ “The Winds of Caladan” — Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader » PART I » PART II

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader

➽ “Thrown To The Wolves” — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC » PART I » PART II » PART III » PART IV » PART V » PART VI » PART VII » PART VIII » PART IX » PART X

➽ “The Gift” — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

➽ “Forbidden Fruit” [nsfw] — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Baron Vladimir Harkonnen x fem!Reader

➽ “Damaged Goods” [nsfw] — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Rabban/Harkonnen!OC

➽ “Quick Learners” [nsfw] — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

➽ “Still Pure” — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

➽ “Still Waters Run Deep” [nsfw] — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

✿ MOON KNIGHT

➽ “Definition of a Red Flag” — Steven Grant x fem!Reader » PART I » PART II

➽ “Like Father, Like Daughter” — Steven Grant x fem!Reader

➽ “The Ennead”— Steven Grant x fem!Reader

➽ “Thank Gods” — Marc Spector x fem!Reader » PART I [nsfw] » PART II

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — Marc Spector // Steven Grant // Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

✿ X–MEN

➽ “Make It Right This Time” — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

➽ “Second Chance” — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

➽ “New Memories” — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

➽ “A Better Person” — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

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➽ Major Gale Cleven x Reader blurbs/short fics

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✿ PROMETHEUS

➽ “The Stepford Wives” — David 8 x fem!Android!Reader

✿ TRIPLE FRONTIER

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — Santiago Garcia x fem!Reader

✿ THE CARD COUNTER

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — William Tell x fem!Reader

✿ AGORA

➽ Having a baby with Oscar Isaac’s characters — Orestes x fem!Reader

[wakandamama]

Sweet Thang (M’Baku/Black Chubby Reader) pt.4

Black girl Reader is a baker and Erik’s sister. As Suddenly as he vanished, your adopted brother, Erik appears and takes you away to the fantasy land of Wakanda he’s always told you about ad there you find a new part of yourself, a new family and a new love

You had plans today. 

You actual had some plans today.

You got up around 7 got dressed in a sweatshirt, jean shorts and sandles, you were gonna bake a pie and meet with Erik at noon about going back home. It had been three weeks already and you were ready to go back home and to your shop. 

Then you fucked up. Honestly, you had brought it on yourself. You were throwing it back while boiling a fruit filling on the stove after all. Every evening for the past three weeks you've been here, M'Baku has come down to both get some sweets and sweet talk you.

You knew he could show up any moment but when those violin came up on your playlist and the hypnotizing tag "Cash Money records taking over from 99 to da 2000's"- it was blasphemy not bounce ya ass.

"Girl you looks good, won't you back that ass up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up? Call me big daddy when you back that ass up Hoe who is you playing with? Back that ass up Girl you looks good, won't you back that ass up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up?

You bounce along as you put your hand on your knees and only a few inches from the stove your start to twerk, tongue out and all cares thrown out the window. You rock your hips, shake your ass, jiggle your thighs and stir together the mixed berries. The classic song drowned out the opening of the kitchen door. M'Baku stops in his tracks and leans against the door, too he was hypnotized as you dance, sing and cook and his attraction swells more for you.

You turn around to drop down lower and gasp to see the Mountain Man standing there.

"M'Baku!" you call loudly with nervous laughter. In ignorance you sit your hand a bit to close the hot stove and burn your fingertips.

"Dammit" you hiss and bring your hand close to your chest. M'Baku quickly makes his way over, takes your pot off the lit stove top and turns off the stove.

"Are you okay?" he ask taking your hands and inspecting your finger tips. You feel heat under your skin as his hands engulfs yours, he a bit too close.

"It's fine, I just need to run them under some cool water." you nervously sputter and M'Baku frowns.

"Are you sure? I have a salve of Jabari sap that could treat it.” he worries, making you giggle and smile at him.

"It really is fine, I don't need you to kiss every boo boo I got, we'd be here all day if we did." you joke. A look of mischief spreads across M'Baku's face and he brings your hand close to his face.

"Well I'd have to start now, wouldn't I?" he teases before kissing your hands, trailing his lips up from your singe finger tips and to the under side of your wrist, your toes curl and you break out into a cheek-hurting, fluster smile.

"Yea...I...um, my shoulder! Yeah, they are sore from lifting the flour bags." you say hesitantly. Just as slowly, M'Baku slides forward until your at his chest, his arms around your waist and his juicy, soft lips start peppering kisses on your skin.

"My-my neck! I got a crick in it" and you shudder when he vibrates a laugh against your skin but quietly moan as he quickly finds a spot on the side of throat to suck. With some courage left, your hands climb up to grip onto his big biceps. You throw your head back some more so he now moves kisses all over the tender skin.

"Baku..." you moan as he hands start to massage up from your plump waist, under your shirt and his firm fingers massaged your sides and brushed against the swell of your breast.

He comes up from your neck and you two share a fleeting glance before crashing your lips into another. You throw your hands around the back of his neck for balance. M’Baku moans into you mouth and you gasp as he slides the dirty mixing bowls from the counter to the floor before picking you up and placing you on it. The few moments that you two separate he takes in the surprise and arousal on your face with a confidant stride. 

Soon you two are making out again, M'Baku body between your legs and taking that pleasure filled pressure of your big thighs wrap tightly around his waist and his semi-hard print makes you laugh a bit wildly between the smack of yall's lips.

"I'd came here to ask you for a picnic-" you shut him up for a moment by kissing him deeply and licking you tongue over his.

"It's a yes, now shut up."

"Excuse me, I need to get the milk." Nakia interrupts, you quickly push M'Baku aside and stand, looking wide eyed to be caught by the watchdog.

"Oh, Nakia!" you laugh nervously and heat fills your skin at her smirk.

"We were just leaving. We have an outing, yes" M'Baku says smugly, wrapping his arms over your shoulder.

"Yeah! Lets go." you say and hurry out with him Nakia can't help but laugh as you two leave, before helping herself to the pie filling you left on the stove.

🥧🥧🥧

"There, that’s where my people live." M'Baku says as he points over the many people below and to the white tops of the Jabari Mountains. You hum and look over the various finger foods that M'Baku had made for the picnic.

"I see some snow! Do you guys go sledding up there?" you ask and M'Baku nods as he pops a grape in his mouth.

"Of course! We have races even, Although it's more for the children."

"Well, I wanna go sledding. Does that make me a child?" you joke.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, but to be a child at heart is a great thing for a chieftess to have." he comments. You pause in eating a chicken Kebabs and hit his shoulder playfully.

"M'Baku! I'm no chief. I'm a baker." you say and he shrugs

"Well if agree to court me, I can change that." he says and you roll your eyes but look back over towards his home.

"No....I don't think I have the skill. Just because you like me and we may take this a bit further than making out in the kitchen then eating a picnic. I'm not right to lead your people. You said you guys are traditionalist, well I own a bakery and I've never fought a day in my life, I enjoy technology and a lot of other stuff that will rub your people the wrong way." you explain and M'Baku hums, then places his hand on top of yours.

"I love the traditions of my people, but....I think things will be changing soon. Brother T'Challa is the first king in  hundreds of years to included the Jabari in council. He's the first king to show the world the true strength of Wakanda and I see that I'll need to help lead my people become more in Wakanda. And being with you sound like a good first step. I know my mother will love you, the past women I've courted she's warned to throw off a cliff because they wanted my status or handouts but I feel your humbleness, the way you hid your beauty but show your kindness."

You flush and curl your toes as he rambles admiration about you. You bite you lip then give him a quick peek on the lips to shut him up.

"Stop." you say and try to pull away. M'Baku chuckles and pulls you back in for another kiss.

"I want some sugar." he flirts and you roll your eyes and snuggle up closer, turning your head and letting him peek kisses on your cheek and ear.

"You corny as hell." 🥧🥧🥧 Erik watched you and M'Baku in the gardens from the balcony of throne room above. He frowned and was ready to knock M'Baku out. Erik was just another overprotective older brother and made Nakia and Okoye chuckle from the spot they watched.

"She is a grown adult Erik." Nakia teased and Erik scowled at her.

"Nah she's my little sister, no nigga, especially that gorilla nigga from the mountains, deserves her. We are leaving soon anyway. I got in contact with some old friends in Cali and I got some tips on whose tracking me and I'm getting a less obvious safe house set up for her." Erik says and Okoye frowns.

"Does T'Challa know of this? Actually does Y/n know of this" the general asks and Erik rolls his eyes.

"Yeah cuzzo knows, he isn't fully on board but if I'm not the one to take them out, ain't no one gonna take em out. I gotta clean up my mess." Erik confesses but the general doesn't give him slack.

"Does Y/n know?" she asks again, more slowly and Erik kisses his teeth.

"She don't need to know all that. It's fine, she do what I'll say." and with that Erik leaves out and leaving the two women to shake their heads in disbelief.

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[sonofnjobu]

The Let Out Part 2

Summary: Erik’s gotta make up for the bullshit he pulled at the club last weekend.

[Part 1]

A/N: HERE YOU GO! There isn’t smut. Just fluff. It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die.

Reader is Black and Plus Size. If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.

CW: cheesy, blood 

You checked your phone for the zillionth time that hour.

Nothing.

“Stupid. Stupid!” you whispered to yourself, trying desperately to pay attention to the task ahead of you. You drummed your fingers against the desk of the Student Activities Center and clicked through a few files on the computer before unconsciously checking your phone again.

Nothing.

You slammed it face down on your desk and groaned.

The one student sleeping in a beanbag chair stirred a little.

Today was slow, and your obsessive opening and closing of your messages app wasn’t making it any faster. Hardly anyone had come in to the SAC this morning because it was pouring buckets outside.

The rain rhythmically thrummed against the window pane, and the bean bag student began to lightly snore once more. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled somewhere far away a few seconds later. Normally, monotonous din like this helped you focus and work, but your mind was still consumed with Erik.

Stupid Erik Stevens.

Stupid stupid, you.

Stupid.

It had been two days since you’d left him in that pizza parlor and he hadn’t tried to reach out to you even once. Like, really? Were you that easy for him to just throw away?

You’d hoped that with the arrival of Monday, you could go to your work study job and your classes and finally think about something other than him, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.

You vacillated between cussing him out and chastising yourself for falling for a fuck boy. You’d heard what all the other girls on campus said about Erik Stevens. But for some reason you had convinced yourself you were special? All because you’d worked on an assignment together and watched some Hulu in your bed while eating pizza?

STUPID!

You found yourself clicking on to his Facebook profile yet again. He hadn’t updated since early Saturday evening. He’d been tagged in a photo with all of his boys that he seemed desperate to hide you from.

You scoffed. You’d been uploading pictures from that night periodically over the weekend. You wanted him to see how happy you were without him… living your damn life. Looking fine as hell too.

Ugh, this was embarrassing. How’d you let this nigga in your head?

In your heart.

Sleeping bean bag kid be dammed. You needed something to occupy your mind. You exed out of Facebook and went in search of Drake’s new album. You’d heard there were two sides and that was more than enough music to get you through this shift without obsessing anymore over stupid Erik Stevens.

You’d barely started the first track when a soaking wet delivery guy pushed through the front door and stumbled in to the center. He teetered up to you, carrying an oversized, gaudy bouquet of pink roses. He plunked them on to the desk, rain droplets cascading all over your phone and keyboard.

“Are you Y/N?” he asked gruffly, pushing the soaked curls plastered to his forehead out of his eyes.

You eyed him suspiciously from around the vase.

“Yes. But I’m confused. We don’t have an event today. We didn’t order any flowers,” you insisted.

“Lady,” the guy started. You glared at him. He was probably only two years younger than you at best. “I just deliver the flowers okay. Just sign for them. They’re freshly watered.”

He pushed a pad at you, and you scribbled something resembling a signature. He tucked the device back in his rain coat pocket and started out the door. He was halfway out the door when he turned suddenly.

“Right right. I almost forgot.” He plopped a slightly crushed heart shaped box of chocolates next to the roses and a small, water logged card.

“Merigold’s wishes you a merry merry day, or whatever,” he grumbled, heading back out in to the storm.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

You peeled open what was left of the card’s envelope and read the short message.

“I’m sorry.

- Mr. Cliché”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Was he really doing this? Or was this some sort of cruel joke? You elected not to overthink it and instead stood from your desk to smell the flowers. They were excessive, but gorgeous.

Bzz bzz.

Your phone vibrated on the desk and you snatched it up so fast, it almost hurt. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you clicked it open.

“Hoe, are you even alive??? I haven’t see you since the club,” Shania’s message read.

You exhaled, shaking your head at how silly you were being. You told her to meet you at the SAC. You had something to show her.

--

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!” Shania squealed as she entered the student center. “He is trying to WIFE YOU! Look at my baby! I am so proud. YES!”

She shook out her umbrella as she shouted. Bean bag kid glared at her and shifted loudly. Shania turned on him with the quickness.

“This isn’t your damn house! Go home! Who takes their shoes off in a public place? Nasty.” She shook her umbrella a bit closer to him as she passed and the kid pulled his un-shoed feet up against his body.

“Flowers AND chocolates?!” Shania gasped. “And it isn’t even Valentine’s Day!” She leaned forward over the front desk and barely lowered her voice.

“Did you get the dick Saturday night?” she inquired. You waved your hands to shush her. Bean bag kid didn’t need to know you like that.

“No, I went home after we went to get pizza cause…” you began. Shania interrupted you with an overly excited, not-quiet-at-all stage whisper.

“He’s doing all this AND you haven’t even given him the pussy yet? YES, GIRL! YESSSSSS!”

You stared at her with wide eyes.

“Why are you like this?” you murmured. You snatched the chocolates back from Shania who had already pinched half of them to check the fillings. You stashed them in your bag and gingerly tucked the note in your wallet.

“I’ll tell you everything on the way to class,” you promised, clocking out of your shift and cautiously lifting the bouquet. Why Erik would gift you something this cumbersome on a rainy day like this, you’d never understand. But you couldn’t help the stupid smile that stretched across your face as you clutched the vase.

Stupid.

You filled Shania in on the weekend as the two of your sloshed your way to class. You were thankful for her company because you’d be shaking with nerves otherwise. This was the class you and Erik shared, and it was the first time you’d see him since Saturday night’s debacle.

But Erik didn’t show up.

He’d never missed a class to date. Why today? Maybe he was sick. You bounced your legs and glanced at the door every few seconds. You didn’t hear a word your professor said.

You’d finally gotten your focus back on track when the classroom door opened and four men swooped in.

“Is there a Y/N here?” one of them called to the lecture hall. You looked wildly to your professor who seemed suspiciously unsurprised by the interruption.

“SHE’S RIGHT HERE!!!” Shania yelled, pointing at you. She scrambled to get out her phone to record whatever was about to happen.

The men moved to stand in front of your desk and you shrunk back. What was this? Were you about to be kidnapped? They definitely weren’t strippers.

“This is courtesy of Erik Stevens, aka ‘Mr. Cliché,’” the leader announced. “1,2,3,4…”

Your cheeks burned a hot red as the four men burst in to an A Capella rendition of Usher’s “Caught Up.”

Shania screamed in delight and broadcasted straight to Facebook Live. Comments and likes poured in as the singing troupe danced around you and crooned in your ear.

“Until I met this girl who turned the tables around.

She caught me by surprise.

I never thought I’d be the one breaking down.

I can’t figure it out, why I’m so caught up!”

You sat, opened mouth as they finished to thunderous applause. Shania cackled and zoomed in on your face.

Without missing a beat, your professor returned to his lecture as the singers exited stage left. You definitely weren’t going to hear a word he said now.

--

You splashed your way back to your dorm. You could feel your phone blowing up in your pocket from Facebook comments, messages, and texts. You didn’t dare check it for fear of dropping the enormous bouquet and honestly, you weren’t sure if you could handle any more surprises.

You hoofed it up the stairs and made your way to your room. Despite having been rained on all day, you were dreaming of a nice hot shower. You stopped suddenly when you noticed something propped up against your door. You approached with caution.

It was a life sized teddy bear.

“Oh my god,” you groaned. You eyed the red bow around its neck and the giant tag which read:

“To, Y/N

From, Mr. Cliché”

You laughed to yourself and shifted the vase of flowers to your hip. You reached down to pick up the teddy bear when it suddenly reached back to you.

You screamed and dropped the vase. It shattered on the ground and you fell backwards on to the floor, slicing your hand open.

“JESUS FUCK!” you yelled.

The teddy bear fumbled with its stubby hands to remove its head and out popped Erik, gasping for breath.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Erik apologized. He wiggled himself out of the bear, stuffing mixing with glass shards all over the floor.

You clutched your hand and glared at him. He reached down to help you up but you just kicked your leg at him. He laughed, his stupid gold caps glinting as he did so. His stupid gorgeous face looking down at you with a mix of concern and amusement.

Stupid.

“STUPID!” you yelled. “God, Erik.”

You rolled a bit, gaining momentum to hoist yourself up. He helped you even though you didn’t want it.

“What is all of this? You don’t talk to me for two days and then you do all of this?” you questioned him, blood pouring out of your palm.

“Well,” he shrugged. “I realized you were right. I was wrong and I’m a cliché. So I ran with it.”

You continued to glare at him, though at this point you were only pretending to be mad. He continued.

“I have no right to hide a girl like you. You deserve to live out loud, not in the dark. And I’m sorry. So I planned all this out over the last two days. So I could properly ask you on a date.”

Your heart jumped again.

“Obviously, I’m not very good at it,” he mumbled, gesturing to the pile of roses, fluff, and glass serving as your new doormat.

“Does the emergency room count as a first date?” you asked. The blood pooling in your hand was about to spill over and add to the mess on the floor.

Erik suddenly seemed to realize he’d been monologue while you were bleeding.

“Oh fuck. Yeah. Let’s go!” He ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped your hand as tightly as he could.

“You know,” he laughed. “I could carry you all the way to the ER screaming your name like in those movies if we want to keep the cliché thing going.”

You snorted. “Or just to your car?”

He grabbed you and hoisted you up bridal style. You were taken aback by how strong he was. No one had ever picked you up before. He took off running down the hall.

“Y/N!” he yelled dramatically as you laughed and clutched on to his neck.

“YYYYYYY/NNNNNNN!”

[Masterlist]

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Your Only Fan Series

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[anime-kia]

Action Potentials

So this one is inspired by myself, as I am in college. (Not saying that what happens in this story is what happened to me lmao!)

Warnings: Oral Sex and "Cheating" 

Relationship: Tutor! Fuckboy Erik x College Student Reader

P.S. If I said something wrong- physiology related -I apologize, I did this unit back in January so it might not all be correct idk (I hope it is lol). 

"In order for the vesicles containing neurotransmitters to bind to the pre synapse, calcium must enter the cell first. Then exocytosis can occur." Julie Clark, your physiology professor explained.

It made no sense. You stared at the lecture slide on your laptop, scratching your head. "But- wait, so what's the purpose?" 

She could see the confusion written all over your face. It's not that you weren't smart, but all these ridiculously long words combined with even more complex sentences had your mind muddled. 

"Because, once the neurotransmitters enter into the synapse and bind to the post synapse, sodium can enter and carry out the action-potential."

Your mouth hung slightly open, and your eyebrows raised. "Wh-what? I'm so confused." You sighed.

 "Which part?"

THE WHOLE DAMN THING! You wanted to scream at your ignorant professor. "All of it."

Unfortunately, you got lumped with one of the hardest and most confusing professors on the entire campus. She purposely made things overly complicated when they could be simplified. Her classes were passable, but hard to score top marks unless you were a natural born genius. 

"I did my best at explaining the steps. This is exactly what happens. I can't break it down anymore for you."

You deadpanned. This is what she calls her "best at explaining"?

"Just study some more, watch online videos and maybe try out one of our campus tutors. They're free." She pushed her chair back and stood up, "In fact, I'll recommend my best student to you. He's finishing up his Master's, but I'm sure he remembers a thing or two."

"What's his name?"

"Erik Stevens." She wrote his name down on a card and handed it over to you. 

You stared at the card. Get a tutor, huh...

Anyone who tutors had to have passed with at least an 80% in the class. Either they were book smart or smart at simplifying complex subjects.

Upon returning to your apartment, two out of three of your roommates were there, Chalissa and June. Both majoring in political science. Chalissa had fair skin, a large 3C mane that framed her chubby face and stood at 5'2. June had almond skin, neon pink single braids that went down her back and was average height. 

You met them on move-in day, and as the semester progressed, you developed somewhat of a friendship with each of your roommates. 

It was a blessing that June had a slight OCD, the dishes never piled up in the skin, the common area was always tidy and you were lucky to share a bathroom with her. Not that the other girls were messy, but they did have a tendency of leaving their stuff everywhere. 

Your missing roommate was Valentina. A short hispanic girl who kept her hair in a straight cut bob with bangs. She was rarely home, either out with her other friends, studying or working. The only times she would be home was to sleep, take care of her personal hygiene, and eat (rarely).

"Hey, girl." Chalissa greeted you from the kitchen. She was stirring something in a bowl.

"Hey, Lis." You locked the door and set your backpack down by your bedroom door, "Whatchya making?" 

"Brownies." She winked at you. 

Oh yeah, and Chalissa was a pothead. 

"Of course." You chuckled, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah, Trevor is having a little kick back. You wanna come?"

"As fun as it sounds, I gotta study."

"Aww." She pouted, "You can't do it later?"

"Unfortunately no, because I am extremely confused and we have a quiz coming up. My prof said I have to understand this otherwise everything else is gonna be gibberish."

June came out of her room dressed in a short red bodycon dress with her face beat.

The both of you ooo'd and awed at her.

"Where are you going looking all sexy like that?" Chalissa teased. 

"I may or may not have a date with that guy I was telling y'all about." June cheesed, her dimples on full display. 

"Alright, well have fun girl." You said, still admiring how perfect her eyeliner was. 

"But not too much fun!" Chalissa sternly added.

"Well I mean, that's why I brought this." She pulled a piece of gold foil out her purse and shoved it quickly back in. "Y'all didn't see anything." She slipped her black heels on and headed for the front door.

"Oop, get that dick then. Bye, girl!" You called out as she left.

"I hope he doesn't do her dirty like Bryan." 

"Right." You plopped down on the sectional and turned Netflix on.

"Uh-uh, what are you doing?"

"I'm catching up on Love Is Blind."

"Nah sis, you told me you don't wanna kick it with me cuz you gotta study. Now switch that corny ass show off and go study." 

"Well I can't study if I don't understand anything, I'm gonna get a tutor."

"And when do you plan on doing that?"

"Uh, sometime tomorrow."

Chalissa side eyed you, "A lie." 

"Wha-"

She took the remote from you and turned off the TV. 

"No baby girl, you are a pro at procrastinating. What I need you to do is get up and go to the library and book your appointment with the tutor."

"Lis, how you gon' do me like this."

"It's for your own good. I don't wanna hear that you failed a class. Now get up and go." 

You sighed deeply, and lifted yourself out of the seat. "I can't stand you."

"Love you too." She blew you a kiss that you smacked away. You took your keys from the table, slipped on your Vans and headed out to the library. 

Walking through campus in the evening was both relaxing, but sometimes a little scary depending on where you decided to walk. The breeze was nice on your skin, a little relief from the leftover heat that summer decided to bring into the fall season. It was quiet, spare for the small group of people playing different musical instruments. It was serene listening to the acoustics fill the air in the distance. 

As much as you wanted to sit outside and watch them play, you had to get to the library which would be closing in thirty minutes. You moved your feet at a faster pace and caught the door just as someone left, slipping inside. 

The two evening librarians were talking to each other, looking ready to go home. Once the door closed behind you, they both looked your way. 

"Library's closing." The thin and tall dorky looking one stated.

"I'm signing up for tutoring. My professor recommended someone to me." You pulled the card out of your Nike windbreaker pocket and placed it on the desk. "Erik Stevens."

"Oh, him." He scoffed. 

You raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong with him?"

The librarian glanced at you, and looked back at the card, "No." He entered something into the computer. "Student ID." He demanded, more than he asked without looking at you.  

Good thing you kept everything in your lanyard. You pulled it out of your jeans pocket and placed it onto the desk. 

The librarian picked it up and repeated your name in a mocking manner.

You narrowed your eyes at him and decided to let the attitude slide. Whatever this was worth, this Erik Stevens guy better not be some asshole that you now have to associate with. Because this Geoffrey Arend looking ass bitch was really getting on your bad side for no reason. 

"Alright, he will be in contact with you sometime tonight or tomorrow to work out a scheudle..." He lethargically responded. 

"Okay." You responded as dryly as he was with you, and picked up your stuff then left. You didn't bother thanking him, all he did was make you feel invalid and suspicious. 

Leaving you to wonder...

Who the hell is this Erik Stevens?

You returned back to the apartment, spending the night alone in the empty space relaxing on your bed while catching up on episodes of Love Is Blind. 

Just then, your laptop chimed telling you that an email came through. 

That was quick. You thought to yourself.

From: king.e.stevens@hotmail.com  

Subject: Tutoring

Yo,

Got your email saying you need a tutor. Lemme know what time works best for you. 

You were kind of surprised at the lack of formality within the email. All of your professors were so big on professionalism. 

You responded to him with the availability of Tuesday or Thursday afternoon. Luckily your classes happened during the morning time on those days.

Not even two minutes later and he replied.

You need both days?

You were almost insulted. So you responded back.

You: No, I'm just letting you pick a day in case one of them does not work with your schedule.

Erik: Aight, Tuesday @ 3pm in the study/tutor hall. Room 305

You: Okay, see you then. 

So there you found yourself, sitting in room 305 at 3:10pm on a windy Tuesday afternoon, waiting for Erik Stevens to come help you understand action potentials. But alas, he was now ten minutes late and you were growing impatient. 

Did he forget? 

You gave him five more minutes and if he wasn't through the door by time Money Trees stopped playing out of your earbuds, you were gathering your stuff and leaving. 

You lightly bopped your head to Jay Rock's verse while sketching a flower in the corner of your notebook. 

Then Kendrick's hook came on for the last time and you decided that you were not going to be kind enough to give Erik the outro of the song as well. 

Waste my time, huh?

You pulled your earbuds out and slid all your belongings into your backpack and got up from the plastic chair. 

Before grasping the handle, the door opened and in came a tall and brawny male with short dreads and a full beard that framed his face nicely. He was dressed down in light grey sweats, a hoodie with the schools name across the chest, black and white Jordan 11s and a gold chain supporting an interesting looking ring.

Now that is a fine ass man. 

The smell of sandalwood with a hint of coconut filled the entire room as he got closer.

"If you're getting tutored by Erik you might as well forget about it, he's not here." You said slightly annoyed as he watched you. 

"Well good thing I'm not being tutored." The male chuckled, "I'm Erik Stevens, nice to meet you." He held his hand out for you to shake.

You stared at him unimpressed, "And I'm (y/n), but you're late."

"I'm sorry ma, my bad. I got held up with some stuff."

"You could've sent me an email." 

He wiggled his hand, waiting for you to shake it, so you did. Curtly.

"Emails ain't really my thing, but you right. I should've said something." He pulled a seat out for the both of you.

You took your seat, again, and reopened your bag. 

"What year are you?" He asked.

"First year, but I took some time off to work before I decided to finally come to college."

"Ah... And you decided to take nursing?"

"Yep." You said, slightly unexcited. 

"You know what you're getting yourself into?"

"My mother is an RN so yeah... For the most part."

Erik hummed, watching you open your notebook. He picked up the page and examined your notes. "Action potentials, huh. Well I got some good news and some bad news for ya."

You raised an eyebrow, "Gimme the bad news first."

"Aight, well if you don't get this, you gon' have a hard time understanding how the rest of the neurons work together."  

You sighed, "Now the good news."

He smirked, "I kinda specialize in this unit. I've helped a lot of folks get high 80s and 90s."

"So you really be doing this tutoring stuff, huh?" 

"I mean they pay me to do it. But I was getting sick of helping all these niggas though. I was relieved as fuck to see you were a female."

You chuckled at his statement, "And what if I actually am a guy?"

"Don't play with me like that shorty, you too fine to be a nigga."

You were taken aback, blushing slightly. "Anyways, this ain't speed dating. I came here for your help."

"Yeah you right." Erik had a nice smile you thought to yourself, the gold caps adding an extra oomf to the niceness. "Aight so, tell me what's confusing you."

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything." You restated. 

"Dang. You must got Julie as your prof." You nodded, "She made shit more complicated than it needed to be, imma be honest. But once you get use to her lingo it's easier."

"So how did you make it easier for yourself?"

"I mean... I'm kind of a genius as it is." He shamelessly bragged with a grin. 

"Yeah, okay." Your eyes rolled at his cocky tone. "I'm not stupid."

"I ain't say all that, ma. What helps is to simplify things, put 'em in your own words or actions." His tone was suggestive as was the look in his dark eyes.

"Meaning?" You beckoned for him to elaborate. 

His calloused hands gently took the wrist of your arm sending a chill to course through your body. "Well, the next unit is about how muscles contract."

Your eyebrow raised, "Okay..."

"So you got two filaments acting together to make it happen. Actin, your arm and myosin, my hand. Now imagine, if I pull your arm-" And that's exactly what he did, bringing you even closer to him. 

You gasped, "Er-" 

He smirked, "Now we closer together, meaning the muscle shortened. Why? Because myosin pulls on actin for muscles to contract." Erik slowly released his grasp on your wrist, eyes lingering. "But you don't gotta worry about that for now, so let's talk action potential." 

You've only known him for an hour and already he had an affect on you. You certainly got a somewhat better understanding on what action potentials were from his explanation. 

Julie should be fired, you thought. She was definitely one of those professors who didn't like children (even though majority of you were eighteen or older) and enjoyed watching people suffer. She was also a bragger, someone who was so proud to have a PhD and be getting paid well over $90,000 a year. 

That bitch needed to get over herself.

The rest of your professors were nothing like her. In fact they liked to simplify because they were just there to broaden your knowledge, sometimes you don't even use half of what you learn when you actually get a job.

Bless those teachers.

"How was your first tutoring session?" Chalissa asked, setting on a pot of rice. 

"Not bad at all." You said with a smirk, "He fine too." 

"Oop, ask him if he knows something about sex. Maybe he can tutor you there too."

You busted out laughing, "Girl, I might."

June arrived back in with a frown on her face, "He really had the audacity to stand me up y'all." She plopped down onto the sofa beside you, "Not a text, call or nothing."

"This was the first time right? Maybe he forgot." You suggested.

"Forgot my ass. He know everything, but not time? I think not." 

"Just let him explain, it could've been urgent."

"On the bright side, y'all were just going to the campus diner together." Chalissa added.

June sighed, using her finger to wipe a streak of dust off the coffee table, scowling at it. "Either way, he could've said that he couldn't make it. I was standing there for thirty minutes looking like a fool." 

You put a hand on her shoulder, "I'll whoop his ass if he doesn't make up for it, okay?"

She smiled, "Okay sis, but you might have to shoot him. He kinda big."

Chalissa let out a loud cackle from the kitchen causing the rest of you to laugh. 

June got up, "Lemme go call his ass and see what's up."

Just then a text was sent to your phone, it was from Erik. He somehow managed to get you to surrender your number to him after your first session. Suggesting that texting is easier than emails. Which is true, anyone other than a middle aged parent could admit that. 

Erik: Aye, wyd?

You were surprised that he texted you so casually because you've only known him for a day and he was only your tutor. 

You: Waiting for my roommate to finish cooking so we can eat.

Erik: You ain't helping her? That's tough.

You: Nah we take turns sometimes. Plus she insisted. 

Erik: Oh word. Aight so I just wanna make sure you retained everything I taught you.

You: Wh-

Erik: Super easy. What is the voltage a cell must reach in order for an AP to occur?

Thank God it was something you remembered. 

You: 60mv

Erik: Wrong.

You: How????

Erik: It's -60mv

You: Same difference.

Erik: Nah cuz if you said that on a test you'd lose marks

You sighed.

You: 😔

Erik: Don't trip, just remember its negative. Anyways, I think imma need to see you more than just Tuesday if you really wanna get this lesson down. 

You: Thursday is my only other free day.

Erik: And what about rn?

You: Like now now?

Erik: Yeah

You: I'm still waiting on this food tho.

Erik: Afterwards?

It was a little bit late, but your first class tomorrow didn't start until 2.

You: I guess I'm free, where you wanna meet up?

Erik: Same place.

You: Ok. But you better not take long again.

Erik: I won't.

So there you found yourself again in room 305, sitting in the same plastic chair from earlier. Erik was actually the one to let you in the door, keeping his promise to not be late. 

He was leaning against the white board, staring at you. 

"I'm tryna figure out why you thought coming to the study hall at 9:45pm was a good idea."

"I wanted to give you extra lessons. If you forgot something as easy as the voltage then God knows what else you forgot." 

Your jaw dropped as you frowned at him, "I got the number right though."

His phone started ringing, but he declined the call. 

"You did, but like I said, put that on a test and you lose marks." He walked over to you, pulling a chair out and sitting face to face with you. "Now explain to me how an action potential works." 

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Nah shorty, I need to see how much you remember. See if you was really paying attention or just checking a nigga out." He smirked, looking you up and down. 

You raised an eyebrow, mouth still ajar at his accusation. You didn't think he'd be that perceptive. Sure while he was reading off your book you glanced a few looks his way, but nothing too lustful... Right?

"I was not." 

"You sure?" He said, his eyes were low.

"Mhm." 

"Aight, then answer my question, ma. What happens?"

"The cell depolarizes."

"Why?"

"Cuz sodium channels open, letting in the positive ions."

"Then what?"

"The potassium channels open and let in negative ions so the cell hyper-polarizes."

You watched him shake his head.

"What? How is that wrong!?" You groaned in frustration.

The phone rang again, but he declined it once more.

"The sodium channels gotta close first, shorty." He got up and removed his black windbreaker. "Also, the cell re-polarizes, and then it hyper-polarizes." 

"Okay, small mistake." You shrugged.

"That'a cost you big marks." Erik added while pulling the blinds down that were on the door's window and locking it. "You ever take that test that determines what kind of learner you are?"

"Yeah, kinaesthetic was my highest." 

"That's good to know. You tryna learn how action potentials work physically?" He asked suggestively. It was written all over his face, ever since you locked eyes with him. Just a taste of your honeypot, that's exactly what he wanted. 

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to try out his teaching method.

"And how would that work?" You inquired, lustful undertones in your voice.

"Let me get a taste of that pussy and imma show you." 

Your eyebrow jumped up, "How bold. What if I say no?"

"You won't." Erik cockily said, folding his large arms over his chest.

He was right, you definitely wouldn't. 

His phone rang once more and he let out an irritated growl before turning it off completely. 

"Maybe you should answer it, I can wait." 

"Nah, it ain't important."

"Judging by how many times they've rang your phone, I think it's important."

"Don't worry about it, baby girl. All you gotta worry about is not cumming during your lesson." He said, sitting you up on the desk and pulled off your leggings. 

"You not gon' let me cum?"

"Nah, not until I say you can." He moved your body backwards and laid you on your back. "Aight so, action potentials happen because something stimulates the cell." 

He moved your lace thong to the side and ran a finger over your clit. You shuddered in response and let out a gasp.

"Sodium channels open up, sodium ions go in and the cell depolarizes." 

You watched his face grow closer and closer to your core before everything he was saying fell onto deaf ears. His tongue ran over your clit, pussy already leaking from his advances earlier. 

His voice vibrated your pussy as he tongued you up and down. The movements were so precise and skilled. You continuously dripped onto his mouth and beard, moaning his name. 

"I-it's so good Erik, oh my gosh." 

"You like that, ma?"

"Mmmh yes, right there." You whined as his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit. "F-fuck."

One of his fingers inserted into your wet cavern, coating his finger in your juices. He sucked and pumped all at the same time sending your mind into a frenzy.

How did I get here? How did I get so lucky to have him as my tutor?

"Fuck!" You screamed out as another one of his fingers plunged into you.

"Shhh, class is still in session, baby."

You bit your bottom lip in attempt to stay quiet, but it was hardly working. The man that had your legs spread apart, tonguing you down like it was his last supper had you in shambles. He was too good at this. 

"Ohhh my gosh, Erik, ugh please!" 

"Please what?" He smirked up at you, though your eyes were rolled back in your head behind your closed lids. 

"Please make me cum." You gasped out. 

"I got you, ma. But the lesson ain't over yet." He teased.

There was so much intense pressure built up in your pussy, and you took a peek at Erik, his eyes so focused onto your lower body. He roughly fingered you and juices started to squirt out and you could no longer contain your voice.

"Fuck! Oh my gosh, Erik! Yesssss!" 

He scooted back a little, half of his face was covered in your wetness. 

"She a squirter too? Dang." He grinned as you came undone before him. 

You panted, as he slid his fingers out, licking the juices off. 

"And that's how an action potential works." 

You looked at him in shock, "Were you really still talking while doing me up like that?"

He tossed you a tissue box from the desk. "That was the purpose of this, baby girl. So now tell me how they work, and if you can't imma have to punish you till you get it right." 

"Wha- You can't eat me out like that and expect me to focus!" 

"Sure can." He challenged. "It's worked before, but... I can give you another method if you'd like." 

His pants fell to his ankles and you stared at the large bulge in shock. 

This was gonna be a long night. 

Back in your apartment, June was upset venting to Chalissa, but then she got a call and flew out the apartment door like nothing happened. 

"You're glowing." Chalissa smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You lifted a shoulder with a cheeky look on your face. "Am I?"

"Lemme find out you let him hit."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

"Ooooh, you nasty! That's what I like!" She cheered you on.

You grinned, and walked proudly into your bedroom. You took a hot shower. Legs and pussy both sore, but it was so worth it.

You laid awake thinking about how this older and fine ass man really had you giving it up to him that fast. Any other guy and you would've been out ASAP. But Erik was so damn charming and charismatic. So enticing. 

Thursday rolled around and you were studying normally with Erik once again. This time he was at your apartment. Everyone else was still in their classes so you had the place to yourself. 

The test was tomorrow so you had to make sure that you really, really understood everything. 

"And me coming down from an orgasm would be like the cell going back to resting membrane potential, right?" 

"Exactly and what's that number?" 

"-70mv." You responded proudly.

He grinned, happy that you finally grasped the concept. "You ready for that test, girl." 

The impossible happened! You smiled.

"Want something to eat?" You got off your bed, stretching your arms up. 

"What you got?"

"Leftover pizza."

"From where?" 

"Homemade, it's really good. My roommate made it." You led the way to the kitchen. 

"You still not cooking, huh?" He followed you out the room.

"I do, it just wasn't my day!" You argued. 

"Whatever you say, ma." He spanked your bum and squeezed it as you pulled the tray out of the fridge. 

He stood behind you and whispered in your ear, "When you letting me get that pussy again though?"

You turned your head, "Ion know, if you act right you might get some right now."

"Bet." He kissed your neck and sucked it, but that was short lived as the front door opened. He pulled away and in came June and Chalissa with frappuccinos in hand.

"Erik?" June questioned, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here?" She looked between the both of you. 

You could hear him curse under his breath.

"Y'all know each other?" Chalissa asked, also looking baffled. 

"Yes, this is who I been seeing." As the words left her mouth you started to feel faint. "I just didn't expect to see him here cuz I never gave him the address..."

"Small world." You said, keeping your composure. "He's actually my tutor, but he was just leaving." 

"Y-yeah... I'll catch you next week, (Y/n)." He put his shoes on and kissed June's cheek on the way out, "I'll see you later."

The door locked and you all were in silence for a good minute. Awkward wouldn't even justify the tension in the room.

"Well, I'm gonna put all this stuff away." June said, walking to her bedroom and locking the door a little aggressively.

Chalissa was still staring at you. You stared back at her with a pitiful look.

"That was him?" She whispered to you.

You bit your lip and nodded. 

June exited her room, and headed to the front door. "I'm going to the gym."

"Okay, stay safe." Chalissa waved her goodbye as the front door closed. "So y'all had sex?"

You nodded again and took a seat on the bar stool, face palming. "I didn't know, Lis."

"I ain't blaming you, but what are we gonna tell her?"

"Please don't say anything yet. She finna kill my ass." 

"If anything, his ass needs to be killed. He really playing her for a fool."

"I know, and then it's my fault! I barely know him too."

Chalissa sighed and admitted, "He fine though- But that's besides the point!" 

"The thing is, he didn't act like he was in a relationship either. He openly admitted to me that he be fuckin' around. That's what folks do in college so I would've never guessed he was with her." 

"I don't wanna blame her, but she says they're dating. Maybe he don't see it that way."

"Honestly, that's what I'm thinking, but it still doesn't make it right."

"I agree, call him and see what he has to say."

You groaned, frustrated at your situation. You knew the truth would be revealed at some point, but you kind of wished you could take it to the grave with you. Even if it would nag your guilty conscience until the end of time. 

You waited a few hours before dialling his number. On the third ring he picked up, "Wassup?"

"Look, I just want to know the truth, okay. Cuz I feel like shit right now."

"Why? I told you what was up."

"No, Erik. That's not the point. The fact of the matter is June says y'all are dating. Had I known I never would've done that with you."

There was a long pause before he let out an irritated sigh, "Dating?"

"That's what she said."

"So that's why her ass won't leave me alone... Bruh, I took her out for dinner two times that's it."

"Well she clearly believes that you two are exclusive. You got to be up front with her because if she cares about someone she will do anything for them."

"Nah she need to relax with all that shit. I ain't never said anything about making it official with her."

"You fucked her didn't you?" 

"Yeah, but that don't mean she my girlfriend. You ain't my girl." 

You were honestly annoyed with Erik's lack of sensitivity. 

"Then explain that to her and stop leading people on!"

"Look bruh, I didn't promise her nothing. She put that all in her head by herself. I gave her some dick one time and now she want me? Y'all wild." 

"Then explain that to her!"

He kissed his teeth on the other end, "I will, but you need to stop yelling at me. Ion appreciate that shit."

"And I'm sure June doesn't appreciate being led on."

"Listen, you worry about your test tomorrow and I'll worry about my situation. Ion wanna hear you failed cuz you couldn't get your mind off of this. You stressin' for nothing."

"Er-"

"I said imma talk to her, aight? Now stop worrying about it."

You sighed and said your farewells. It still didn't help your feelings, but at least it wasn't technically cheating...

"And that's time. Pencils down." Julie instructed.  The TA went around the room collecting the papers, "Your marks will be posted around next week this time. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Students filed out of the classroom and you made a quick trip to the restroom. It was a slightly challenging test, but Erik's methods certainly did help you remember things. You remembered it so well that you ended up dripping in your panties the entire test. 

Erik shot you a text.

Erik: How did it go?

You: I think I did good. But I got a problem and imma need your help.

Three hours later you were laid up in Erik's bed, snuggling under his arm. 

"This still feels so wrong."

"I told you this ain't a relationship. I'm a single ass nigga and imma keep it that way. Y'all females can't just take dick and go, can you?"

 "You gotta understand that not all of us can sling pussy around and not catch some type of feeling."

"You catching feelings?"

"No, cuz you're a fuckboy and I ain't here for that." 

"That's not what you was saying five minutes ago."

You slapped his chest, "Not the point! What did you tell her?" 

"I told her that we ain't a thing, we just talking, but of course she ain't like that." He began laughing, your head slightly bouncing against his chest. "I never been cursed out like that in my entire life."

"What did you expect, you had her thinking y'all had something."

"But I never said we were, shorty is crazy."

"Can't blame her when you got dick like this." You wrapped your hand around his flaccid member which started to grow harder at your touch. 

"What you tryna say?"

"You got dick that'll make a girl crazy." You shrugged, and got up "Anyway, I gotta head back to my place now."

"Need a ride?"

How nice of him, at least he was somewhat of a courteous fuckboy...

"That would nice." 

You both pulled on your clothes and headed down to the front door. As you opened it, your eyes widened, staring at June who had her finger inches away from the doorbell. Mascara running down her cheeks.

"(Y/n)?!" She gasped. "I can't fucking believe it, I was right! You fucked him didn't you!" 

"I-I-" 

"I was tryna give you the benefit of the doubt, but here you are!" She sniffled, more tears spilling from her eyes.

"June I-"

"No fuck you!" She poked you in your chest harshly, "And fuck you too you big headed dirty ass, trifling fucking piece of shit!" She cursed at Erik. 

She stormed down the stairs, and went into her car, driving off. 

"Why was she here, Erik!?" You angrily asked him. 

"I didn't know she was coming!" 

You rolled your eyes and groaned, "This is gonna be so awkward now." 

He drove you home in silence.

For at least a week you hadn't seen June. She didn't come home at all, and for the first time you were seeing more of your other roommate, Valentina, than June. 

Your test results were posted online and you passed with flying colours. Erik was very proud that his teaching skills helped you out.

I can't be too mad at Erik now. 

Though you were happy, you did wish that the cost of an almost perfect test wasn't at the expense of your relationship with your roommate. She didn't deserve this treatment, but it was neither of your faults. 

The problem was, she assumed Erik wanted her. He should've been way more clear about his intentions with her. 

June ended up finding a new place to live, which you were pretty grateful for considering she could hold grudges extremely well. Erik continued to tutor you, but you made sure that he wasn't "seeing" anyone so you didn't have to worry about having any more problems with anyone. 

"So what's your next lesson?" He asked, pulling his belt from the loops.

"The endocrine system." You replied confidently, excited to learn what new methods he'd be using. 

"So you learning how hormones work, huh?" A smirk appeared on his lips, "Class is in session, so you better pay attention or else you getting punished if you get it wrong. When I'm done with you, you finna be an expert, baby."

This took me damn near three months to write omg! Idk why.

I started it and left it alone for so long! But I'm glad it's finally finished. 

I hope y'all are holding up well during these times. 

I also hope you enjoyed, I think this was an okay story, but not my best. 

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: February 16, 2020 - May 4, 2020) 

[curls-and-crosses]

Curiosity.

(Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Black!fem reader)

Just over 2,000 words!

Prompt: The main idea is that you are trying to understand the real reason why ya boi Erik won't have sex with your fine ass. Intended for my thicc/chubby/plus sized black lady readers 😚💕.

A/N: In all honesty, I don't know why this scenario popped up in my head. It's questionable how you guys will receive it. If you guys don't like it, oh well! My mind works in weird ways🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: slight angst, self-body shaming, cussing, teasing, and KINDA SMUT (it'll be my first time y'all, bare with me) 😬

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You were fed up.

You had been dating Erik for a while and thought everything was great. He was rough around the edges, but overall he was a good boyfriend. Loyal, mostly sweet and playful. Maybe not husband material, but he was who you wanted in your life right now. Every aspect of your relationship was positive...except for one part.

You hadn't went all the way with him– sexually speaking.

You had amazing chemistry as a couple and you knew that sex with him would be mind-blowing.

You were supportive of people waiting until the right person or until marriage, but that wasn't you. You desired sex and with Erik. You were patient up until this point, but needed real answers. So you decided to ask him.

"Baby, I've been wondering..." You trailed off, chopping up some peppers for the meal you were preparing.

"Huh?" He answered, walking into the kitchen and going straight to your fridge for a drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that he only wore black sweatpants that hung at his hips to subtly show his v-line and the gold chain with his late father's ring hanging around his neck. His built torso and scars exposed to the cool air. They were something to get used to, although, they were interesting and felt strangely soothing when you two cuddled.

You'd never seen any type of keloid show up on someone's body simply due to killing someone. You had only heard of such thing labeled as tribal scarification in African History as a means to distinguish African warriors.

It alarmed you when Erik had told you on one of your first dates since you kept glancing at them. You should have ended the date there, but you went against your gut and carried on dating Erik.

It seemed to make an impression on him that you stuck around.

You opened your mouth to finish your question, but he stopped you before you could start.

"Hol' up." He said as he opened a Gatorade, taking a long sip.

Clearly, he had made himself at home at your place, leaving clothes and miscellaneous items around the apartment. It warmed your heart to know he was so comfortable with you, but that didn't explain why he wasn't comfortable having sex with you.

He finished his sip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Okay, wassup?" He asked, placing his bottle back in the fridge.

"Why can't you–" You cut yourself off and sighed, suddenly getting discouraged.

"Nevermind...it's stupid. "

"Nah, what's wrong?" He pried, immediately coming up to hug you from behind.

"I just want to understand. Why won't you make love to me?" You questioned, cutting the vegetables slower. He took a deep breath and sighed, seeming hesitant to answer.

"Why you askin'? " He nuzzled your neck for reassurance, but it wasn't working.

You stopped prepping the food and put down the knife. You turned your soft body to completely face him. You could feel the back of your eyes starting to burn as tears welling up. Maybe he didn't want to be completely intimate because a part of you disgusted him. You weren't as slim like the Instagram models he probably follows.

"I'm not skinny. I don't wear 00 pants. I don't have a thigh gap. I don't have a 26 inch waist. I have fucking stretch marks and a belly. Is that why you won't have sex with me?" He responded by his right hand going down to your hip, softly gripping it in minor irritation.

He searched your face for sincerity and to his surprise, you were serious.

"Baby, listen. You're fuckin' gorgeous. Beyond beautiful, inside and out. Your beauty is one reason it's hard for me to stay away and keep my hands off you. Off this especially..." He trailed off, kissing the corner of your mouth as his left hand rubbed your backside before giving it a light smack.

"I always wanna feel you in some way. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't want to see you bouncin' on my dick though."

You chuckled and felt at ease slightly, but you needed more of an answer.

"But WHY can't you act on those feelings? Answer that question for me." You asked, more firmly.

A scoff left his mouth just as fast as his touch. The air conditioning immediately made you miss his warm body as air breezed through your lavender silk robe.

"Why the fuck does it matter?" He mumbled before walking into your living room.

You heard him flop on the couch and turn up the volume on your television. He was done.

But the conversation wasn't over as far as you were concerned. How dare he dismiss you like what you had to say was unimportant. Fuck that. You needed to make sure he understood you.

You marched into the room and stood in front of him to snatch the remote from his grasp.

"Hey! I was watchin' that!" You turned the TV off and threw your remote in the opposite chair, across from the sofa.

Before anything else was said, Erik stood up. Glowering down at you. Challenging you while trying to silently understand what the hell was your problem.

"Y/N, what the hell wrong with you?!" He yelled, frustrated.

"You are what's wrong with me! You're not listening." You bit back, pointing at his chest and pushing his chest to make him flop back on the couch.

You didn't give a damn if he was mad. He would be alright.

"Just tell me why and I'll leave you alone." You pleaded angrily, crossing your arms under your silk covered chest.

That simple action caused Erik to glance at your breasts. The silk made them look more pronounced, fuller. Not to mention, your nipples were hard under the fabric.

You didn't really care, but you cared that Erik noticed it.

He only responded how any young man would...licking his lips like a hungry predator watching his unsuspecting prey.

He grinned slyly at you. Knowing the game you were playing.

"It's complicated. I wanna do so many things to you..." He admitted, sitting up straight on the couch.

"Nigga, isn't that a part of sex? I'm not seeing the problem." You sassed, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"It is, but the one thing I want to do to you is kinda wild."

"That's what I want. The sensible you. The wild you. I just want all of you." Your hands met the small ridged marks on his chest as you pushed him to sit back. You lifted your legs slowly, one by one, to straddle him.

"Please, Erik." You begged, adjusting your hips to settle on his fabric-covered dick. Your fingers went down to the hem of his sweats, playing with the white drawstring.

His chest rose and fell as his breathing quickened. His hands brushed your plush thighs before cupping each ass cheek of yours. You rocked your hips slowly as you leaned in to kiss him passionately. He returned the kiss and was eager to use tongue. You quickly allowed, earning a few groans from him as your kisses became heated.

After a few moments, he pulled away. You whimpered, wanting his tongue back in your mouth.

"I'm crazy as shit, Y/N. That's the reason." He breathily said as his dilated eyes met yours.

"So am I–"

"Not my type of crazy..." He ominously grinned before leaning in to leave soft-lipped pecks at your jaw. You smiled, entertained by the idea of what could be his crazy, unorthodox way of thinking. You were curious.

"Well, what is your crazy then?" You sensually questioned, going back to play with the drawstring of his sweats.

"So many damn questions..." He chuckled darkly and gripped you tighter. His hands slowly dug into your supple ass, pushing you into him more. More onto his hard-on.

He wanted to keep you right there.

You moaned in response to the increasing pain and without much thought, wound your hips for friction. Your arms went around his neck for support and he shifted his hips to satisfy your growing need.

"Do you get strange urges like I do?" His deeper, lust-coated voice took you by surprise. You felt yourself becoming wet at his tone and opened your mouth to answer, but bit your lip instead to keep quiet as he spoke.

"Like right now, I want you tremblin' under me, my hand 'round your throat, squeezing just enough as I fuck you senseless." He proclaimed, your bottom lip coming between his teeth as he lightly tugged before letting go.

"Maybe I'll get another scar this time." A mischievous gaze met your curious eyes. Scars?

"Erik...I thought you only got those scars if- if-"

"You think all these scars are from just killin' people? Oh babygirl, some of these are from killin' pussy too."

A rush of heat surged through you, making you feel weak and strong all at once. Those words. His words did something and ignited a fiery passion within you.

"Well, do it then..." You provoked as you bucked your hips once more. He took that as a command and hooked his hands under your legs, lifting you off of him to playfully throw you onto your couch.

You sunk into the soft cushions and adjusted so your head was on the armrest, your body now across the sofa. A devious smile crept onto your face as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. After all this time, your man was going to beat your pussy up.

Finally.

"You got me losing my got-damn mind over you."

He turned to climb over top of you to open your legs up and come in-between them. He undid the ribbon of your robe and pulled back the fabric, revealing your unclad chest. Your nipples hard from the palpable sexual tension and exposed air. The only undergarment you had on was your matching silk panties.

Those would soon be gone.

Erik scanned over your body, taking in every bump, curve and stretch mark. He loved every inch of you.

"So beautiful..damn.." he whispered, more so to himself.

It was like he didn't know where to start. His mind most likely running frantic, almost like a child figuring out a new, complex toy.

You looked at him the same. Your smooth hands massaged his forearms, feeling the peaked scars. It was a perfect contrast, much like you and him.

"I don't think ya ass prepared for what I'm 'bout to give you." He cockily spoke before kissing your lower abdomen. His thumb fell to your clothed clit to check how wet you were for him, making you groan in anticipation.

He leaned down to your belly button, tracing the ring of your belly button with his tongue before dipping into it once. You closed your eyes in bliss at the fascinating feeling. He thumbed your clit again, causing you to tense up in pleasure. Instinctively, your legs began to close around him, but he grasped your thick thighs.

"Keep ya fuckin' legs open." His voice rang through your ears in a growled demand.

"Yes, d–" Your breath hitched as his cool lips trailed up your waist to the valley of your breasts. You closed your eyes and melted under his touch, his fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips for him to yank down your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

Fondling your breasts, you pinched your bottom lip in the middle of your teeth as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes. You needed him.

He mentally absorbed the sight of you. It only inflated his ever-growing ego as his deviant grin showing two gold canines gleamed back at you.

"Allat behavior. Ain't nobody teach you no decency?" He teased as he scooted down, getting better access to your now aching core. You shook your head 'no' at his question.

"Well that's too bad. I'mma have to teach you how to behave..." He tsked. You couldn't react as he wasted no time taking you in his mouth, not giving a fuck if you were ready or not.

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Sandcastles | Part IV.

A/N: I want to start by apologizing for taking so long to create Part 4 to Sandcastles. I had writer’s block for a while and then life got in the way. I hope you all enjoy this. I will be continuing this series. No real music inspo for this part. The picture above is just adorable but not a depiction of Y/N and Iman. Please excuse any spelling and/or grammatical errors. It might be a bit rough. I was just trying to get this out.

Word Count: 3,112

Warnings: Slight Angst (?), Mentions Violence, Hints of emotional abuse, Mentions Miscarriage, Hints at abortion, possible triggers

Summary: Y’all not getting one this time.

Erik x Black Reader (will always be a Black reader. Sorry not Sorry).

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        Erik remained seated on the leather couch of his living room holding his phone to his ear yet still silent. His mouth opened but he soon shut it, as he was unable to form words. The sensation of his chest tightening followed by the familiar lump in his throat nagged at him. Erik leaned forward his elbows planted on top of his knees. His shoulders tensed. The feeling of regret washed over him for the umpteenth time. He had felt this too many times for his liking. The one person who for years brought him peace was bringing the storm. If he had to choose he’d say it was a hurricane followed by tsunami. The type of damage that it could cause would have anyone questioning if God was mad at the world. But Erik was the source, and he was internalizing just how much pain he was still causing you.

       The tone of your voice was enough to make him feel like scum. This was the second time that afternoon you had called him in a panic. The first was after his text threatening to kill the movers. Of course he listened to you and didn’t kill them… but he was already seeing red. It was too late for him to not do anything, at all. In Erik’s mind, at very least they deserved their ass beat for banging on the door like the police after he told them to get off of his property. Erik did just that. He beat their ass. The movers definitely needed to be in someone’s emergency room getting checked out for cracked ribs, a broken nose, maybe even a broken jaw. In Eric’s mind, this was light damage in comparison to what he wanted to do. They put themselves in the way of being the target of his frustration. Nonetheless, his logic could do no justice nor could it sooth your worries.

        You continued to yell at him through sobs, full blown hiccupping sobs. Erik hated the fact that for the countless time in less than two weeks, he was the reason you were crying. Some things you said he could barely understand due to your crying, but he sat there taking it all in, staring at his bruising knuckles as he assessed the damage made. What he could make out was that you were sick of his shit.

“Y/N, come on. I’m sorry alright? I know I fucked up…again, but please try to calm down princess. It’s too much stress on the baby.” Erik finally took a jab at some type of reasoning with you.

       He knew the potential consequences of high stress during pregnancy. In fact, you and Erik were not strangers to the disappointment and heartache that miscarriage could bring.  You two had suffered a miscarriage before conceiving Iman. Although, neither of you knew that you were pregnant until Erik rushed you to the hospital for what he thought was a possible rupture appendix, only to receive the heartbreaking news that you lost your first child.

       The first pregnancy was not exactly planned. Erik had been teasing you since you guys’ third date that he was going to get you pregnant one day. At that point you hadn’t even been intimate with him yet. He was nowhere near being ready to be a parent at that time. Erik was genuinely amused at how you would roll your eyes and scoff every time he mentioned it. It was just something he teased about more than anything. He loved to get a reaction out you. Nonetheless when he did imagine himself having children, he knew you were the only woman he’d envisioned. So when the time actually came and you miscarried, it triggered his fear of loss. Erik in term became even more overprotective of you, if that was even possible.

“STRESS?! STRESS ON THE BABY?! NIGGA YOU ARE THE STRESS ON THE BABY!”  You cried out. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath. He could hear Iman crying in the background.

“Just…come home love. Let me take care of you and Iman. Let me try to fix us for real. All this yelling and shit probably has Iman scared.”

“EXACTLY ERIK! She is! This is just too much for me. ” Y/N sniffled. “Why would I ever come back? You make me physically sick to my stomach. You can’t even control yourself. What if they press charges? What if they sue me for putting them in that situation?”

           It was the truth. You were always right. He sighed in defeat. He knew he blew it once again.

“They not fuckin stupid. Them niggas was trynna take my family from me.” Erik mumbled. “I can have T’ch-“

“Don’t you dare” You cut him off. “T’challa? Really Erik?! T’Challa can’t solve your problems or be your voice of reason for you… and YOU lost your family on your own. Nobody  took us from you but  you.” Y/n ended the call immediately after, overwhelmed with the entire situation.

           Erik was left with is thoughts and your last statement replaying in his mind like a broken record. He was the cause of this entire situation and that was a tough pill to swallow. He was still at square one without the slightest clue on how to fix you all’s relationship. Maybe he did need to get himself together before he tried to pursue the mending of his family?

           Erik smacked his lips before picking up his phone once more. He scrolled through his contacts begrudgingly tapped a name he hadn’t dialed in almost a year. It was time he visited his therapist. He listened to the ringing before a chipper voice answered. It was his therapist’s secretary that annoyed him with her overly cheerful persona.

“Dr. Lang’s office, Amber speaking. How may I help you?”

“It’s Erik Stevens. Can you get Dr. Lang on the phone…immediately.”

“Sorry Mr. Stevens, but Dr. La—“ Amber hesitated.

“I’m not gone ask again.” Erik barked.

           Amber tried to cover gasp of astonishment with clearing her throat and politely telling Erik to hold. Amber knew exactly who Erik was, and against her better judgment she’d eavesdropped on his past sessions. It took less than 3 minutes for Dr. Lang to pick up the line.

“Mr. Udaku-Stevens, it’s been a while. How are you?”

“My wife left me.” It pained Erik to utter those words aloud.

“Ah! Well, how about you come in tomorrow 9 AM? If your schedule permits…”

“I’ll be there.” Erik kept it short hanging up the phone.

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        You threw your phone down on the bed staring blankly into space. The sensation of saliva thickening in your mouth brought your attention to the nausea you had been trying to ignore. You used your sleeve to hastily wipe away the tears left on your face. You didn’t owe him a goodbye. You could barely comprehend why you were talking to him in the first place. Why do you always feel the obligation to reason with Erik? And to an extent, why did you still bare the burden of trying to protect him from himself? Erik could be his own worst enemy with his self-sabotaging fits of rage.

        Your thoughts were interrupted by a shriek that came from Iman as her cries intensified. Iman was having a full on fit. Her round golden face was now tinted in a red hue, hot tears spewed down her face, and her dimples piercing her cheeks as she flailed her chubby fist. Iman was teething and it was giving her the blues. You picked her up cuddling her close to your chest, rubbing small circles in her back, attempting to sooth her. A teething baby was a force to be reckoned with. You’d given her some medication in hopes of breaking her fever but just by touch you could tell that it had barely worked. Iman pushed at your chest and if you could guess you would only assume she didn’t want you to hold her.

       A light knock came to the bedroom door, before it cracked open far enough for your twin brother, JR, to peak in. With an exhausted yet concerned look on his face, he scratched his full beard looking at you and Iman. He had returned from football practice less than an hour ago and his usual routine would have been to take a shower then nap. It was apparent that that was interrupted. His expression softened as you made eye contact.

“What you in here doin’ to my niece?” he joked trying to lighten the mood. JR staggered further into the room. “What’s wrong wit my lil baybeh?” He cooed as he took Iman from your arms.

“She’s teething and sleepy so she’s fussy.” Y/N mumbled letting out a heavy sigh.

       JR cradled her in his muscular arms as Iman clung to him beginning to calm down. He was practically the same build as Erik. The idea of her possibly missing her father crossed your mind, and by no means were you intending to keep her from Erik, but taking her back to him was out of the question. You weren’t sure if he was in the right mental space and seeing his face only made you angry.

       You stood up from the bed briskly walked over to the adjoining bathroom shutting the door. You couldn’t resist the urge to vomit any longer. It was starting to make you feel physically weak. What more could you possibly throw up when you haven’t even brought yourself to so much even eat a grape in six hours? Your body was giving up all it had to give, and at this point it was only bile. You clung to the porcelain toilet wondering if this was all a test of faith. Why was everything falling apart? Why was this pregnancy so hard? Better yet, why was life so hard right now? How come you couldn’t be home with a supportive and faithful husband like believed he was at some point?

“She ain’t the only fussy one wit all that yelling you was doing at her Daddy.” JR mumbled as you walked back into the room collapsing on the bed.

“You heard all that? Sorry.” You knew you probably didn’t even need to apologize, but who really wants to come home to a bunch of drama that has nothing to do with them. JR waved you off with a nonchalant look.

“Don’t worry about. Take it easy though. You look…dehydrated.”

“Are you calling me thirsty?” You retorted with cut eyes.

“No nigga! You literally look dehydrated like you need Gatorade or coconut water. It’s some in the fridge.” JR shook his head as he readjusted Iman in his arms laying her head on his shoulder. Iman’s wails had settled to a soft whine by now.

“Thanks but I doubt that I could stomach either of those.”

“Is that normal? Being pregnant and all? That shit seem like a bad hangover and virus combined.”

“I don’t really know. I didn’t go through this with Iman. I had some cramping and nausea but this is just…ugh... Wassup? You getting ready to have a baby I don’t know about?”

“Hell nah. My niece and future nephews are enough. I got a good five to ten years before I let somebody trap me.” He shrugs.

“Excuse me? You don’t know if I’m having a boy or not. And you said nephews with an S. You trynna make me sicker something?”

“I’m just concerned with your health. It got my twin senses doing weird shit. Maybe you should try to see your doctor before your appointment? I’m trynna tell you, you’re super sick cuz you having triplets. What you gone do with four kids under 2?” JR commented earning an eye roll.  Here he goes with the twin sense stuff. Sure it’s a real thing but JR could be a bit dramatic.

“I’m NOT having triplets. Are you crazy?” JR smacks his teeth.

“I’m not crazy but me and niecey gone take a nap on the couch. If you still lookin’ like you getting ya ass whooped from the inside out in a hour, then I’m taking you to the hospital.”

4 hours later

           After enduring an hour wait in the emergency room waiting room, you had been pricked and probed too much for your liking. The past few hours consisted of countless tests and tubes of blood being drawn. You were already reluctant about going to the hospital in the first place. You would have rather gone to your regular OBGYN, but your brother insisted on taking you to the ER tonight. There was no doubting that you needed to see a doctor. How you were feeling was not the least bit normal and it was only getting worse.  

       It seemed like the nurses were more interested in your brother than what you were going through. Being that he is in the NFL, the attention was something he’d grown accustomed to. You on the other hand didn’t care. You almost snapped on one nurse who was so insistent on smiling in JR’s face, that she incorrectly inserted the IV in your arm four times. If you weren’t toting a sleeping Iman in your other arm, you probably would’ve caused a scene. At that point, JR excused himself from the room taking Iman with him. He stated that he wanted to give you privacy and limit the distractions.

           Hyperemesis Gravidarum was what the on duty physician diagnosed you with. Hyperemesis Gravidarum is a rare condition that causes sever uncontrollable nausea, vomiting, and dehydration. You stared down at your slightly protruding belly as the doctor continued to explain what the condition was. Your vision blurred as your eyes burned and your ears began to feel hot. You tried to process what the doctor was telling you but the sound of your heartbeat and breathing seemed to be battling over his voice. From what you could gather is that he was deeply concerned that you developed the condition with this pregnancy especially since it wasn’t your first. If it concerned him, it surely scared the hell out of you.

“I’d like to do an ultrasound now to make sure everything it alright with the baby. We gotta take care of mommy and baby.” He said while holding out a Kleenex box and using his free hand to pat your knee. He called over a technician who wheeled over the ultrasound machine.

“What if it’s not?” Your voice became small, almost child like. Fear was starting to get the best of you. You went through a miscarriage before and didn’t want to face another one.

“We’re going to stay hopeful, Y/N. Something tells me I know a possible answer for this condition. The circumstances can vary…” He said as he turned on the ultrasound machine before pouring the cool gel on your lower abdomen. The doctor placed the device against your abdomen causing you to slightly jump due to its warm surface catching you off guard.

           The crackling of static when the device touched your stomach was followed by the blaring rapid heartbeats offsetting each other. The doctor turned the monitor to give you a better view of the screen. Moving the device around, the doctor zoomed into a particular area. He studied the monitor and his once stoic facial expression cracked with a glint of satisfaction. Your line of sight moved from the provider’s face to the monitor before the two of you. You froze, blinking a few times to be sure you were seeing correctly. Your breathing became shallow as you opened your mouth to speak then immediately closing it. Is this really happening?  You sat there wide-eyed trying to take in this moment.

“Is that—are those—“ You attempted to ask before the doctor cut you off nodding.

“Congratulations Mommy! Looks like you’re having twins with very strong heartbeats might I add.” He announced with a smile. “Which is what I thought was triggering your condition. Would you like us to bring in the proud papa and big sister from the waiting room?”

You lowered your head shaking it as uncontrollable tears began to pour down your face. You couldn’t quite understand your own emotions.  Are you happy? Are you upset? You should be happy… right?

“H-He’s not the dad. He’s my twin brother.” You stuttered.

“How exciting! A twin having twins!” A young nurse perked up with a smile in attempts to lighten the mood. You offered her a soft smile as you wiped your eyes. There was still an obvious presence of your lack of enthusiasm.

“Are you okay Y/N?” The doctor inquired with a concerned expression, for which you simply nodded. “There are options you can discuss with your assigned OBGYN. You’re still in your first trimester, which is a trying time for a multiples pregnancy. We have a few pamphlets here that might help, but don’t hesitate to inquire about any of your concerns.”

“I understand. I’ll discuss it with her.” You said just above a whisper.

“Great, now let’s get these fluids hooked back up to your IV. I’m writing you a prescription to hopefully help with the nausea and excessive vomiting. I think you should stay overnight for observation. We really need to get a handle on your dehydration.” He stated while typing into the computer.

        Great, now you had to stay in the hospital. Who could watch Iman until your discharged? It was pretty late in the evening and JR is having an early start the next day. Your mom wasn’t exactly your greatest support system. Your grandma adored Iman but you know that Iman can be a bit of a busy body for her. You could call Nakia but there was a chance that T’Challa would tell Erik you were in the hospital. That was the last thing you wanted. They were still the best candidates. You could hardly find a baby sitter for one child, what were you going to do with three? How were you going to handle being single mother with three kids? Life comes at you fast.

       You closed your eyes for a moment laying your head back against the observation bed. You were starting to feel nauseous again. You opened them looking at the empty chair next to where the doctor placed pictures from the ultrasound with markings for baby a, and baby b. Underneath the ultrasound were the pamphlets for the options he hinted at earlier. Your hands began to sweat as you reached for them. You stared blankly at the one on top.

“It’s my body right…”

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

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[puffmamaa]

Rated E for Extra Petty.

Hey y’all! Here’s a random, little one-shot loosely based on this meme I saw a while back. Everytime I listen to Fantasia, it’s all I can think about lol.

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black, Dark-Skin, Plus Size Reader. (Always💛)

Summary: No amount of 2K or Anime is a match for you when you’re on your bullshit.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Cussing. Use of N-word. Corny jokes. Reader being a major brat. Mention of smut. Erik being...a nigga lmao.

A/N: Song is “Free Yourself” by Fantasia, just in case someone doesn’t know it.

Also, I love me some Tasia so any shade towards her singing is all in jest. 😉

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“IF YOU DON’T WANT ME, THEN DON’T TALK TO MEEE...”

Erik paused the TV and placed his elbows on his knees. His right leg bounced up and down aggressively. Sighing loudly, he threw down his PS4 controller and laid all the way back on the bed. You’d been blasting that same song for the last 20 minutes. Erik tried to tune it out but between Fantasia’s loud ass crooning and your off-key screeching, he couldn’t take it. He let out another breath as you continued to scream out ad-libs about how ain’t shit he was.

Let you tell it, this moment of supreme pettiness is what Erik deserved. You had come home late from work, tired and worn out from being around d’wights all day. All you wanted to do was curl up with your boyfriend and watch Love & Basketball. But Erik was in the middle of a game of NBA 2K19 and didn’t want to stop for your impromptu movie night.

EARLIER...

“What you mean not right now?” You asked with an attitude. You had changed out of your work clothes and into a black crop top t-shirt and black fitted shorts. Your big, kinky hair was pulled into a high puff.

“Baby, I’m trying to finish this game. We can watch the movie afterwards. Aight?”

“But I want to watch it now.”

“Well, I’m busy right now. Just watch it without me, if you can’t wait.”

“But we always watch Love & Basketball together, you whined as you poked your bottom lip out. “You don’t wanna hang out with me?”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

You sauntered over to him and sat on his lap, straddling his legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently played with the tail of his black du-rag.

“Then why not now?” You cooed into his ear.

Erik groaned lightly as you ran your nails against the back of his neck. “Look, I’ll only be like an hour. I’m sure you can find a way to entertain yourself until I’m done.”

You squinted your eyes at him. Usually, you had Erik wrapped around your finger. Your whine alone would have him rubbing on your booty all night. And a whole lot more. But this time, he wasn’t letting up. Your pout quickly turned into a frown. You hopped out of his lap and stood in front of the TV.

“So this dumb ass game is more important than me?”

“Y/N.“

“Nah, that’s basically what your saying. You rather play this shit than be with me. I can read between the lines, Erik.”

“Girl, you trippin’ right now. Chill out.”

“Fuck chill! All the times I’ve sat up and watched those stupid ass anime shows with you?

“Stupid?” He stood up, cocking his neck back in offense. His gray sweats hung low on his hips. “I thought you said you were starting to like anime.”

“I don’t even understand that shit! I watch it because its something you like to do. But, do you return the favor? Nooo. You rather sit in front of this fucking TV and play some wack ass game made for 14 year olds! Witcho cornball ass!”

Erik’s eyes bulged. He clenched his jaw and moved towards you.

“Watch ya mouth, princess. I don’t know who you think you talking to but I’m not sum nigga in the street. You need—“

“I need to what, Erik?” You cut him off, placing your hands on you hips and moving closer to him. His large frame towered over yours but you still managed to look him right in the eye.

“You know, maybe I should get me one of those other niggas. I’m sure they would love to do much more than watch a movie with me.”

Erik’s eye twitched. You knew the thought of you entertaining some one else would get under his skin.

“You better calm all that down before we have a fucking problem,” he lowered his face to yours. “I mean that shit.”

“Then turn the game off,” you whined again, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hell no.” Erik mirrored your actions. Normally, he’d let you have your way by now, but you were being more of a brat than usually. Plus, you had disrespected his favorite genre and game. No fucks were given on his end at this point.

The two of you glared at each other for a minute.

Erik huffed and rolled his eyes, “I’m not finna do this with your bratty ass. Take that bullshit somewhere else, bruh.”

He sat down on the bed and grabbed his controller, starting his game back up.

You stood there, burning a hole in the side of his head as he continued to play like you weren’t in the room.

“Ok,” you hissed, “OH-Kay.”

You stomped out, slamming the bedroom door on purpose.

—

Erik heard the song start over again.

“If your unhappy then your free to go onnn. Cause I don’t want you stayin’ arounndd, if I make you so miseraablee,” you and Fantasia sang brashly.

“IF YOU DON’T WANT ME THEN DON’T TALK TO MEE,”

“That’s FUCKING it.” He said as he shot up from the bed.

He swung open the bedroom door and stomped down the hall.

“I swear to GOD...” he murmured to himself as he made his way to the living room.

You were sprawled out on the couch, one leg thrown over the back while you leaned your head on the arm and sang. An open bottle of wine and half filled wine glass sat on the coffee table. You eyes drifted to Erik as he barged into the room. He was silently fuming; his naked, scarred chest heaving in and out. You gave him a dry look and grabbed your glass, taking a long sip.

“This love thing is fuull of scandaaaals, so you’re WELCOME TO WAALK.”

“Yo. Kill all this fucking noise, ma.” Erik said, pulling on his sweats.

You gave a him a stank once over, rolled your eyes, and kept singing.

“If you don’t WANT me, then dont TALK to me.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You being mad childish right now.”

You turned the volume up on your speaker.

“Then GO ahead AND free yourSEELF.”

Erik clenched his jaw, “All this over a damn movie?”

You glared at him and walked towards the kitchen. He was right behind you, huffing and puffing the whole way. You opened the pantry and grabbed a big bag of kettle popcorn. You strolled over to the kitchen island and sat down on one of the stools.

“Look, stop all this and I’ll watch the stupid movie with you.”

“Time and time again, I tried it over and over,” you sang between bites. “But the love I had inside, has died.”

“Come on now, this shit is ridiculous,” he moved to your side of the island and sat down, trying to grab at you. You pulled back and perched yourself up on your knees to sit over him.

“Go. Ahead. To. Someone. Else.” You chanted, tapping your index finger into his forehead with every word.

Erik grabbed your wrist, getting more agitated with you, “I’m warning you, Y/N. You better stop.”

You kissed your teeth and snatched your hand back. With all the dramatic energy you could muster, you threw your head back and your arms out, bellowing out with the screaming songstress.

“IF YOOUU DON’T WAANNT MEEE THEN DON’T TAALK TO MEEE. GOOO AHEAAD AND FREEEE YOURSEEELFFF!”

Erik winced at your screaching. You threw your hand up at him and shook your head side to side.

“I had to take it there, I had take it there. Cause I’m TIRED.“

He flared his nostrils at you. That right leg started bouncing again.

“IF YOU DON’T WANT ME, THEN DON’T TAALK TO M—.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N!” Erik yelled. He quickly scooped you up and walked you over to the couch. You yelped as he plopped both your bodies down and leaned over you, a scowl on his face.

You blinked up at him innocently. His eyes scanned over your chubby, brown face. He sighed, still sneering a little.

“Why do I even put up with your ass?”

Fantasia continued to croon in the background as you stared back at him, batting your eyelashes.

“Cause you love me...” You said with a shy smile.

Erik let out a soft chuckle and dropped his head. He was lowkey happy to hear you say something besides those damn song lyrics. Reaching around you, he turned the speaker off.

He shifted both of your bodies sideways and laid behind you. He snuggled his head in your neck, causing you to whimper a little.

“Cue the damn movie,” Erik said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You giggled, grabbing the remote off the table and turning on the TV. The opening scene of Love & Basketball faded onto the screen. You moved your head to face his and smiled, running your nails through his beard.

“You are something the fuck else, I swear.” He mumbled as he peppered kisses up your neck and along your face. He captured your lips into a full kiss as he pressed himself against your backside. “Spoiled ass.”

“E...” you moaned, pushing back against him.

Erik pulled back and sent a hard smack to your ass, causing you to squeal.

“I’ma watch this shit with you now but I got something for that ass later on,” he said with a smirk while he rubbed the sting away. “You ain’t really start singing yet.”

“The neighbors gon learn my name today or whatever Trey Songz said.”

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Alright, I hope y’all got a good little chuckle out of this.

Let me know what ya think! 😁

[eye-raq]

Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.

[wakandamama]

Sweet Thang (M’Baku/Black&Chubby Reader) Pt. 1

Reader is a baker and Erik’s sister. As Suddenly as he vanished, your adopted brother, Erik appears and takes you away to the fantasy land of Wakanda he’s always told you about ad there you find a new part of yourself, a new family and a new love.  

It's 6 in the morning and you sway your, brown skinned and chubby self along to Lizzo as start the morning making cobblers. For the past five years, you have had a small bakery that was on the outskirts of both the hood and mid-town. Rented out of a small building that used to be a deli. It had a decent kitchen, one bathroom and enough room in the lobby for four tables.

It was quaint and small, but, it was yours.

Baking was a deep passion for you. Passed down from your first and favorite foster mom at the age of eight years old. Also the foster home where you first met and self-adopted your brother, Erik Stevens.

You pauses in shaking both her ass and some strudel mix on top of the peach cobblers when the front door bell jingles quietly. Too quietly, like it wasn't even there.

Erik.

Sure enough as muscular arm wraps around your shoulder, and a kiss is placed on your forehead as Erik made himself know.

"Sup Sis!" he greets cheerfully.

Like he ain't vanish for two whole ass years. No word at all.

You answer your pseudo brother with a fat fist knocking his jaw to the side and leaving a wild trail of flour, cinnamon, sea salt and sugar to spill over him, yourself and the floor.

"Fuck!" he shouts loudly and rubs his jaw while you went off.

"Fuck is right! As in where the fuck you been! One day we planning the Memorial day Barbecue and next thing I know you're nowhere. Not in your apartment! Not over the one girl's house! Not Miss. Dawns! Not the Safe House.! Just Gone! No burner phone, not a letter, hell I even listen to the radio or some shit but no. N'Jadaka fucking gone! I thought you had got killed! You my only family! Only person who seems to care about me just up and leave and you think you're just gonna roll in 'ere. Sup sis, like you just took trip to the store. Fuck you!" you yell at him.

Hot tears were rolling trails down your face as you bat his shoulder with flour handed slaps and he sighs and lets you. After five minutes you are huddled into his chest sniffling and clinging to his shirt, sobbing as he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.

"I know. That was childish of me, and I'm sorry. I should have gave you a heads up on my radio silence but it was urgent and very important. I....I did. I went to Wakanda." he says in a soft gently voice he only uses that voice with you.

"What?" you ask in disbelief. Every since you meet him, yourself at eight and him ten, he's told you about the unbelievable land of Wakanda and his plan to get there. He had a big plan to get you there and help black people all around the world. You believed it of course but as you grew it become as distance as a bedtime story. You supported him but then again you didn't know what all he did and just wanted your brother not Killmonger.

"Yeah. I got there and I was king little sis. But um....things happen and now I gotta take you back with me." he says and you stare at him wide eyed for a moment before smacking your lips and pushing away from him with a roll of your eyes.

"You funny as hell. First off, I was born to an America mama and an American daddy, in California! I remember you telling me that they just don't let any type of nigga in there, the reason you got in was the lip thing. Second, I ain't goin to Africa. I don't even like the summer heat here so I damn well ain't built for Africa. Third, why? I have my shop, my apartment and my life here. Be it as shitty as it is, I like it. Now I accepted your apology, my door is always open for you but I'm not going any where." you tell him and turn away to put the peach cobblers in the pre-heated oven.

Erik gives a groan of frustration at you, he waits for you to finish putting things in the oven before gripping you by the shoulder and burning you with a hard glare.

"No you don't understand. You have to go or you will be killed. It's my fault but I have people to keep you safe." he informs you and your frown.

"What do yo-"

"I died Y/N.....my plan failed and now I have people comin' for my head. And they gonna come for you too. You're my only family here, my only weakness and I want to keep you safe." he explains. This causes you to swallow nervously at his grip on your shoulders.

He was very worried and losing his cool.

Erik ain't ever lose his cool.

"Alright.....okay but what about my shop? Yeah I rent my apartment but I we have this lease contract and- Don't worry 'bout sis. I got you, consider yourself the new royal baker. Come on, I don't have long out. We gotta get yo stuff and be out of here before midnight." he told you and you sigh and thrust an apron his way.

"That gives me 10 hours of working your ass then."

It was 7 at night by the time you two finish. Erik trailed behind you hold four boxes of baked goods and you held the same. You lead him to the church in the center of your neighborhood and placed all but two of the boxes in the community pantry.

"There. That should last a week or less. Let's head home." you say and start to walk when he stops you.

"Nah lets ride instead." he said and pressed a bead on a bracelet you've never seen him wear. You gasp as it lights up and a projection on a girl with goddess braids appeared.

"You have five hours left and Oyoke says you still haven't shown up at your sister apartment." she says with blunt suspicion and vice in her voice as she gives him a blank face. Erik rolls his eyes with a kiss of his teeth.

"I had to get her from the bakery and we had deliverers to do. We headin there now tho, send a car." he tells her. She nods and the projection went off and you still stood there with your mouth hanging open.

Erik chuckles and throw his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple.

"I know, it's pretty cool. That was Shuri. My little cousin"

"That's princess Shuri to you!" called her voice from his bead and Erik scowls while you chuckle.

Soon a black car comes around the corner and pulls up next to you two. Erik opens the door and ushers you in before getting in the driver's seat himself.

"Wow. This is kinda cool! You know how much I hate driving. Could just hop in here and take off to where I wanna go." you tell Erik and he laughs at you.

"Scaredy cat. Driving is not that bad. They just have to monitor me so we rolling in this." he tells you and you frown.

"Monitor you?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"I'll explain later."  he says and you two pull up in front of the apartment complex.

"4 hours and 45 minutes N'Jadaka . The ride home is midnight." Shuri's voice sounds from the speakers and Erik rolls his eyes as ya'll get out. You walk up the stairs and mess with getting your keys out while Erik watches out behind you as usual when he was with you.

You look up when you get to your floor and gasp to see two warrior women both bald heads and vibrant armor waiting by your door. They watch you and Erik like a hawk and falcon. You gulp stop at the end of the hall, a mix feeling of nervousness, anxiety and insecurity fills you and your start to hug yourself in reflex. Erik sighs behind you and gently pushes you forward. whispering that it was alright and that it was for protection.

You look down at yourself when you get to the door, taking in how soft, plump and vulnerable you compared to the strong woman. Hell they held spears why you held pecan and peach pies.

"Ya'll are scaring her. She ain't like me. Only thing she can harm is a fly." Erik defends for you in front them and they dropped their guard slightly. The one whose head was tattooed gave you a small smile.

"I am Okyoke, this is Ayo. We are of the Dora Milaje: warriors of Wakanda." she introduces in a warm but firm African  accent, you nod with a little speaking hum, still a bit nervous at the two.

"Um...hey I'm Y/N. A baker from Oakland." you blurt out and Ayo purses her lips to stop her chuckles. Erik snatches the key out your hand and opens the door then stepping back to allow the warrior women to go in first.

Okoye and Ayo march in, checking around, you walk tentatively behind them and place your deserts on the table as Erik locks the door behind you.

"Pack all ya want. Don't worry about anything big, we got you." Erik advises and you sigh and cross your arms.

"Don't boss me in my own house nigga." you say with pursed lips. He mocks your stance and looks down at you.

"I'm older. Now go." he argues, you shake your head and go to your room to pack as many clothes and personal items as you could.

Erik smirks and hurries into the kitchen to the fridge just to scarf down a piece of the black berry cheesecake you made yesterday The two warriors shake their heads but whisper in Xosha about how good it look before going on with their look around.

"Aye Sissy! Don't forget to wear something comfy, it's a long ride." Erik yells before eating another bite of Cheesecake, further grabbing the carton of milk and taking a swig.

You roll your eyes but take his advice and dress in a pair of black leggings and an over sized Black Girl Magic hoodie. You fill your three big duffel bags with your things.

You slip on some tennis shoes and place two duffel bags over each shoulder carry the last in your hand. You come out and spot Erik damn near licking the pan clean.

"Boy! If you don't get your cinnamon jack trap remix looking ass out my kitchen and get this bag, Imma just knock ya ass to Wakanda!" you roast and Erik gives you a really look while the guards openly snicker and faint giggles are heard coming from his beads.

"I recorded that for research. " Shuri chimes and Erik scowls.

"Don't know why your power puff ball ass complaining anyway. You seem to have it." he retaliates and you throw the bag at his feet.

"I needa get mama's plant. Witcho ~superhero static shock~ headass." you tease as you brush past the guards and grab the potted plant on the kitchen windowsill. It was a simple thing, some unbosomed herbs and a fat purple succulent in the middle.

"I refuse to be roasted in my own household." he declares as he grabs your bag and looks throughout the fridge.

"You got any banana bread before we head out??" he asks and you smack your lips.

"If your curious George ass don't focus. It's in the bread box. " you say and walk to the door and turn out the lights.

"You seem very strong. Uncontrolled but strong." Okoye comments and you shrug and curl your toes in nervousness.

"Well, I get a pretty good workout with carrying flour sacks and handling big ovens all day. Thank you." you say a bit shyly. Erik comes around the corner with his cheeks stuffed and the bread box under his arm.

"You could make a good warrior. " Ayo adds and Erik shakes his head.

"Yall ain't recruiting my lil sister. She's a non violent and too soft. She get hurt and ya'll really gonna see how I got these scars. Let's roll." he demands and you sigh as he throws his arm over your shoulder and steers you out.

You are hustled all the way up stairs to the roof and gasp to see a hovering ship uncloak it's self and open for you. You stare in shock as Erik walks right in and the Dora Milaje wait as you take it all in.

"This is wild."

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[sonofnjobu]

Say My Name: Epilogue

A/N: So here we are. The end. Thanks for sticking through this with me, everyone. This heavily references the first chapter in case you want to go back and read it. 

Summary: You’re back where you started: the club where you and Erik first met.

CW: If you don’t know by now that this shit hurts your feelings, I don’t know what to tell you.

[Part 8]

“General, are you sure you want to do this? We can send someone else in.”

You ignored the Captain as you leaned out of the passenger’s side door and slipped your heels on. You grabbed your clutch from the floor and stood, closing the door behind you.

“Just be careful,” he urged you, exasperation in his voice. “He is dangerous. Highest military ranking. Hundreds of confirmed kills, approaching the thousands…”

You snapped your hand mirror closed, satisfied with your lipstick, and turned to face the captain sharply.

“Is there someone more qualified than me to handle this target, brother?” you sneered. “Do you want to do this yourself?”

Despite your higher rank, your older brother had never stopped babying you. At some point he needed to acknowledge your qualifications and give you the respect you deserved. You were more than ready to handle this target. You’d had your eye on him for years.

The captain stepped back, shaking his head as he raised his hands in submission.

“I will be right out here waiting for you. If you’re not out in two hours, I’m coming in!” He tapped pointedly on the communication bead on his wrist. You felt as if he’d just given you a curfew.

“I can handle this, brother. He is one of us.”

At that, you turned and strode gracefully towards the entrance of the club. Your brother leaned up against the hood of the car, watching you disappear in to the darkness. He clicked a Kimoyo bead and the 2-hour countdown began.

The club was jumping. Hot, thick air clung to you as you maneuvered through the sea of gyrating bodies. You scanned the crowd carefully, catching glimpses of different faces briefly illuminated by flashing lights. This was an ineffective way to locate your target, so you began to climb the staircase to the second floor, your hips swinging sensually as you ascended.

You stalked across the balcony, dragging your hand along the cool metal railing. You looked down upon the mass of sweaty club goers and murmured to yourself.

“I know you’re here. Come out and play.”

Moments later you spotted him.

He was standing casually against the bar, nursing a whiskey, eyes trained on you. Seems he had seen you first.

He arched an eyebrow and lifted his chin slightly as if challenging you. You smiled coyly down at him and leaned over the railing, perfectly framing your cleavage.

This was way too easy.

He set his drink down on the bar and made his way to you, cutting quickly through the crowd. He jogged lightly up the stairs and was soon face to face with you. He leaned in and shouted over the thundering music.

“The name’s Erik!”

You looked him up and down appreciatively before responding.

“I know.”

Erik’s cheeks pushed his eyes into slits when he smiled. Rows of white teeth and gold capped fangs flashed at you before he licked his lower lips.

“Aight. So what’s your name, ma?” He reached for your hips, but you stopped him, lightly grabbing his wrist.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” you purred. You led him back down to the dance floor, looking back at him with teasing glances every now and then. Erik followed you earnestly, his eyes raking hungrily over your curves.

You pulled him in to the middle of the crowd and began to dance against him. He was both impressed and taken aback by your confidence. You’d come in to the club completely alone and strutted like you owned the place. Your skin glowed under the flashing purple and blue lights and your natural hair bounced as you danced.

You were a different breed if Erik had ever seen one.

You whined your hips against him and he followed your movements effortlessly. It was like the two of you were made for each other… two pieces that fit together perfectly. You felt him grow hard underneath his pants and you couldn’t deny that you’d been wet since you’d seen him. You bent over and shook your ass, giving him a view of what was to come before flipping your hair back and making your way up.

You spun around and placed your hands on his chest. You felt the scars beneath his sweat soaked shirt.

Erik watched your face as your fingers traced the raised tissue. There was a sort of curiosity and understanding. Typically, women shrunk away from him until he explained that it was traditional art. Even then they were hesitant. You seemed to already know what they were and that made him want you more.

Erik pushed your hair out of your face and spoke in your ear again. You felt his voice rumble through his chest and the heat of his breath ghost past your neck. You shivered.

“Do you want to see them?”

You nodded, feeling a sudden pull deep in your gut.

Erik took your hand and led you to the bathroom. The two of you almost ran through the crowd to get to the door.

Erik wrenched it open and practically threw you inside.

The pounding dance music instantly dulled when the door shut behind you. Suddenly, in this packed club on a Saturday night, it was just the two of you.

Erik’s lips crashed to yours.

You brought your hands to his face and pulled him as close to you as you could while his tongue explored your mouth. You couldn’t get enough of him. The two of you hardly breathed as you ravaged one another and you didn’t want the moment to end.

Erik pulled away for air and you rested your forehead against his.

Your panting quickly turned to shuddering breaths as you began to cry.

Erik kept his forehead pressed to yours, but his eyes were tightly shut, a pain knit across his face.

“Erik,” you whispered.

“Hey, babe,” he replied. “I’m guessing you found my gift.”

Your eyes flitted to his, large moonlike saucers brimming with tears.

“Yeah,” you choked out. You reached for a paper towel and dragged it across your face. You were a War Dog. The Queen of Wakanda. You didn’t cry.

“You can’t stay long,” Erik informed you. “But I’m glad you came.”

The sounds of the club on the other side of the door were slowly fading away. The tiny bathroom stall suddenly felt even smaller.

“Why did you leave?” you demanded of him. “Why would you leave me there?! By myself!” You slammed your hands against his chest and he took it. “We were going to start a family, N’Jadaka! You chose to throw it away!”

The tears threatened your eyes again and you hastily wiped them away. You didn’t come here to cry. You didn’t come here to be angry with him.

“I could have saved you! Had you waited just a few more minutes... if you had just fucking TRUSTED ME!”

Erik gripped your shoulders tightly and looked down at you from behind his loose dreads.

“I do trust you, Y/N. I trust that you’ll finish what we started. I trust that you’ll make an amazing Queen and Black Panther. I trust that you’ll make a great mother.”

You pulled back from him and scoffed angrily.

Did he just expect you to move on with your life? He gets to leave you and you have to find some other guy and start a family with him?

“What are you talking about?”

Erik smiled knowingly at you. He shrugged.

“So six kids was a bit excessive. How does one sound?”

You were confused. You started to question what he meant when your Kimoyo beads lit up. Your brother’s face materialized from your wrist.

“General, It’s been two hours. It’s time to go.”

You looked back and forth between your brother’s face and Erik’s. The bathroom walls began to blur, fading away piece by piece.

“No! No!” you repeated. You weren’t done. That was barely any time at all.

You reached out for Erik, unsure of what was going on.

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He pressed his lips to yours one final time. They weren’t warm like before. You could hardly feel him.

“Name her after my mother, okay?” Erik asked before he faded in to blackness.

--

You woke up with a sudden shuddering breath. You felt as if your soul had crashed back in to your mortal body after visiting the ancestral plane. You were disoriented and scared. You frantically reached around in the darkness of the cave you’d taken refuge in after fleeing the castle only hours before. You knocked over the mortar and pestle you’d used to crush up the heart shaped herb and you slowly figured out where you were.

The effects of the herb ran through you. You felt strong. You felt lethal. You could get up right now, return to the palace and claim the throne that was rightfully Erik’s. The one he’d sat upon merely days before.

But for now you would rest.

You laid down and curled up to try to sleep. You found yourself absentmindedly stroking your stomach. Erik had made sure he’d live on once he was gone. He was always two steps ahead.

You laid your hand flat against your newly pregnant belly, thankful that someone was there with you in the darkness.

“Hey, baby.”

A/N: I think I implied in Part 3 that her brother got ganked during the rogue War Dog Raids. So yeah, he’s also dead. Happy family reunion.

[Masterlist]

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any images that has plus size characters and Erik in them that I can read? I’m kind of new to the whole fan fics!

I sure do! 

PLUS SIZE CHARACTERS WITH ERIK FICS (UPDATED)

- how i feel, right now, animal, chains series, purple herbs & gardens, risks & new beginnings series, better with time, let’s play, without a doubt, sizzling pans & slow jams, misinterpretations, visions of gold, out business, come through and chill series, nights, slow burn, a siren’s allure, venom, the one, maybe they’re right, sore loser series, i’ll be alright, spooky cookies & vampire fangs, screams in the night series; knock, knock series; imagination, the cure series, poptart man series, this must be our song, conversation starter, heaven is a place on earth, twins?, say it, i’m there, his princess, his for the night, sugar baby series, authority series, baby shark, lemme try, take our time, say the word, sudden reunions series, memories of you, more ways than one, lemme try it again (that’s my face), not in budget, i would like to see it, pease mama bear, she likes me, guess what, times like these, tell me your secret series, he gets it from me, baby see baby do, see what had happened was, who me?, so relax, three kings of dreams, deck the b-…halls?, do it again, be quiet, you so crazy, how that sound?, you’re so handsome, sit still, leave me aloneee, don’t hide, or maybe, send it to mommy, but i’m sick.., you thought i wouldn’t find out, he’d make you his, ballet baba, ain’t that right?, he wasn’t having that, being honest, that’s all it took?, then stop ignoring me, since you can, but i thougth…, jealous, i won’t tell you again series, hit me, no reply, i’ve alway been, you sure?, no more tummy time, toss ‘em, you done now?, sing it baby, doped up, battle it out, for however long, bath time, bedtime stories, i’m sorry, was that so hard?, i owe you that, whatchu say?, hard headed, it should’ve been you, take our time series, baba’s day, whatever she wants, nope, can’t even look at you, not again, nose wide oen, just a bit longer, come on over to my place, fences & bullriders, right now, designated command strips,mr. telephone man series, autumn leaves & cookie thieves, one way or another, you ain’t hear that?, open up, better?, huh? nuh uh, cute enough to eat, she likes me- @supersizemeplz

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- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s  heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

-carnal stimulation series, next lifetime series, hoe ass erik series, dirty little secrets series, hennything is possible, sunday dinner series (with payback), a.d.i.d.a.s., green goddess, suddenly stevens, beauty is her name, it’s complicated. i’m sorry, the great reveal, neighbors know my name series (part 2 to @hearteyes-for-killmonger‘s story of the same name), the devil speaks xosha, mile high, trap card, act up, let me smell it, up late, i’ll take your man, carry on, dreams & nightmares- @goddessofthundathighs

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[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N:  Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK        Gender: MALE        Age: 26       DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA                                    NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA                                  NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1                                      NON -REACTIVE

HIV  TYPE 2                                     NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1                              NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2                              NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR                                 NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu.  You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch.  He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.  

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers.  Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous.  Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair.  I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours.  For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist.  Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it.  Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

[wakandaforeverwrites]

The Sweetest Taste Part 2

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader (note: reader will always be black and 90% of the time bitch gone be chubby too)

Warnings: Smut: Oral sex. Daddy kink. Spanking. Anal play. Basically this is just filth and I need to repent.

Synopsis: Reader is a little inexperienced and Erik is more than willing to teach her everything she needs to know about fucking

Part 1 Part 3

Your eyes are wide as you look him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Now, he’s saying all the right things and his mouth should be called the eighth wonder of the world, but sitting on his face had your stomach dropping down to your ass. Your insecurities flared up. You couldn’t imagine what you were going to look like on top of him, and you didn’t want to either.

When he pulls you from the couch to your feet, your hands go to his shoulders so you have something to hold onto. Without warning he lifts you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. You hold onto him a little tighter, your chest pressed against his, nipples rubbing against the soft bumps riddled across his chest. The contact sent chills throughout your body the moment you feel it.

You do everything that you can to keep yourself from thinking too hard on what’s about to happen. You’ll get too inside your head, letting your insecurities run rampant and ruining this before it even gets started. Once you make it to your bedroom, he lets you down. You stay rooted in your spot as he moves to take a seat on the bed. The idea of being in your bed had crossed your mind more times than you could count, but never once did you think it would actually happen.

You have to press your lips together to keep from moaning out loud at the way he pulls off his shirt. You don’t know why that one little movement is as sexy as it is. Just the sight of him, all well toned arms and defined abs covered in raised bumps, has you swallowing the lump in your throat. There was something about this man that you know is all kinds of dangerous for your health, but you can’t help yourself. That one taste of what he could do to your body had got addicted.

“C’mon.” He nods his head for you to come closer and pulls you down on his lap when you do.

You draw in a shaky breath when his fingers press against your clit, your body immediately reacting as if you hadn’t just cum less than five minutes ago. Your hips move in slow circles.

“Look at you. Still wet as fuck. What nigga got you wet like that?” His fingers dip inside you once more and you can feel your pussy gripping at his hand, refusing to let the contact go.

“You do, Daddy.” You don’t even hesitate before you begin to grind down against his fingers, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure.

“Damn right.” His free hand cracks down against your ass, the loud sound seeming to echo off the walls. It startles you but the sudden flash of pain that stings your skin has you whimpering. “Oh you like that, huh?”

For fear of blurting out something entirely vulgar and completely out of character, you keep your mouth shut and nod your head instead. His hand hits the same spot even harder the second time around and it leaves you gasping as the pain intensifies.

How abruptly his fingers leave you has a look of confusion taking over your face. He says nothing as he moves and shifts your body roughly until you’re laying out across his lap on your knees with your back arched and your legs spread apart, ass and pussy completely exposed.

One hand grazes over the curve of your ass but before you can get too lost in the gentle touch, the hand is gone but comes back full force, slapping against your skin so hard it jerks your body forward. The next blow is just as hard, leaving your ass stinging and your pussy dripping. No man had ever been this rough with your body and now you could see what you had been missing.

Each slap against your ass seems to be harder than the last. Each one spaced out randomly so that it’s nearly impossible for you to get use to it and you can never anticipate the next. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s probably done this before.

Your entire body is tense and there’s a thin layer of sweat that’s now covering your forehead. You’re ill prepared for the smack that comes crashing down against your pussy. It sends white hot flashes of pain vibrating through your body and has you moaning out with desperate need.

“Daddy….”

“What’s up?” His tone is nonchalant as his fingers tap a steady rhythm against your already stiff clit, teasing you mercilessly.

“I need you.” You writhe underneath his ministrations, hips jerking in search of something more. “I need you to make me cum.”

“Is that right? And how you want me to do that?”

You groan softly. “You know how.”

“Nah, all that shy shit is over with. I already told you I was gonna have you talking real nasty and I meant that shit.” His fingers slip inside of you but it’s just barely enough for you to feel anything. “Get nasty for Daddy, baby girl.”

Dirty talk had never exactly been your forte. It wasn’t because you weren’t good at it. It was because no one had ever demanded it from you. You dabbled in it here and there when you were alone, telling imaginary figures to fuck you until you came but that was extent of it. Never once had it been with a real person.

You let out a shaky breath, swallowing down whatever inhibitions you have about the whole thing.

“I wanna ride your face with your tongue inside my pussy making me cum all your face. I want you to make me cream, Daddy.”

“Nasty ass bitch.” He grumbles more to himself than to you as his hand slaps against your pussy once more. You’re just grateful that he isn’t trying to make you say anymore because you truly don’t think you have it in you to get any nastier than that.

He moves you from his lap, leaving you on shaky legs, before he moves back towards the middle of the bed and laying back. You take a moment to memorize the way he looks laid out across your bed like he’s supposed to be there. The way he looks at you is enough to make you cum right then and there. His gaze seems to pierce right through, lighting every part of you on fire. All that shy shit was over with. If he wanted you to ride his face then you were going to do exactly that. Insecurities be damned. He knew exactly what he was signing up for and if you smothered him then the nigga was just going to have to take one for the team.

Feeling bold, you crawl onto the bed and settle yourself up near his head. He makes the last move for you, pulling one thigh over his head until you’re straddling his face.

“Sit that pussy on Daddy’s face.”

You swear his voice drops a whole two octaves with his words and the sound of it makes you want to do a lot more than than sit your pussy on his face, but you’ll take what you can get for right now. You don’t allow yourself to think. You don’t do anything but lower yourself down to his awaiting mouth.

You’re already sensitive from everything he had been doing to you so it’s no surprise just how worked up and ready you already are when his tongue flattens against your clit, pulling a deep moan from you. Your hips rocked without hesitation and grind down on his tongue. Your hands grab a fistful of his dreads, yanking on them, and you swear you can hear him moaning from that. But it really could have just been your mind playing tricks on you.

Your free hand grips at the headboard in front of you to use it as leverage and as something for you to keep ahold of. His own hands are gripping your thick thighs so tightly that you’re sure there will be handprints when this is all said and done. Not that you were going to mind one bit.

His tongue moves with each and every one of your movements. His teeth come into play and when they gentle graze across your clit, you sink a little lower onto his mouth. His hands move from your thighs to your hips with the same strong grip that you know can effectively hold you down, but instead of doing that, he’s guiding your movements, helping your roll your hips against him. You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t even look at him because you know the moment you do, it’s over and you’ll be cumming instantly. You’re not ready for it to be over so soon.

It’s as if he knows what you need before you do and he gives it to you exactly when you need it. He shifts you just enough so that his tongue and push against the entrance of your pussy. The sound that leaves you doesn’t sound like you at all. It’s so needy and you aren’t the least bit ashamed of it. You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs with his hands on your back to hold you up, and you do whatever you can to fuck yourself on his tongue.

The things this man’s mouth are doing to you…..you never knew it could be this good.

You want to give him warning, tell him just how hard he’s about to make you cum, but the only sounds you can make are moans and whimpers. Words seem to be too hard for you, let alone full sentences. Your nails dig into his legs, eliciting a groan from that vibrates against your clit and sends you over the edge. Tremors and shakes work their way through your body as he holds you down against his mouth, prolonging your orgasm.

“Please…..please…...please.” You’re a blubbering mess, unsure of what you’re begging him for. You don’t know if you want him to stop or make you cum again.

He makes the decision for you. He pushes against your back, forcing you upright once again. When his lips wrap around your clit, you try to lift off of him only to hand him pull you right back down with a slap to your ass. You have no choice but to let him do what he wants to do because apparently he wasn’t done yet. For a moment you think he might actually let you take a break when he lifts just off of his mouth, but the thought is gone when his thumb is moving across your clit, catching some of of your juices and then you’re right back down on top of his dirty mouth.

He keeps an arm wrapped around you as he moves down the bed enough so that when he pushes you over, your head doesn’t hit against anything. Before you can even comprehend what this nigga is doing, that very same thumb is pushing and teasing at your ass. You don’t know if you should be ashamed that you like it, or just say fuck it and embrace what’s doing to you.

You decide on the latter just as your body makes its own mind up. Your thighs quiver against the sides of his head and there’s the familiar tightening in your lower stomach. You don’t even think about warning him this time. He’s the one that decided to get nasty and so now he has to deal with the mess you’re about to make all over his face for the second time. You jerk against him, your pussy clenching down around his tongue as you cum.

“Fu-fuck…” You’re crying out when he shows no signs of stopping.

You try to move off him because really you’re concerned about his jaw, it has to be hurting by now, and not because you’re trying to tap out because you can’t take anymore. When you try to roll away, he rolls with you and you’re on your back with his head still between your legs. You do what you can to try and push his head away to no avail. He lifts his head when he’s ready to.

“You got one more in you.” It almost sounds like a question but you know it’s not. “Give Daddy one more.”

You whimper out because mentally you’re saying you need a break, but then his fingers are pushing inside of you and all those thoughts disappear. One. Two. Three. You’re crying out as three fingers fill you up almost entirely. He waste little time, finding and fucking against your stop while his tongue laps at your clit still.

You’re tired. You know you are, but your body doesn’t seem to understand that because it’s greedily taking everything that Erik is giving because it’s been starved of this for far too long. Your thighs clench around his head and your back arches off the bed, and just like that you’re giving him exactly what he wanted and you’re cumming one more time. This one seems more intense than the rest, engaging your whole body in a way that causes an ache in your muscles that you know you’ll be feeling tomorrow morning.

Finally he comes up for air and if you hadn’t to cum on his face three times than you would be embarrassed at the way his mouth glistens with the evidence of just how much you enjoyed yourself. You groan a little as he licks his lips and then cleans his fingers off. Nasty bastard.

“I told you all that shy shit was over with.” The cocky tone in his voice is accompanied by the smug grin on his face.

You roll your eyes. “You ain’t shit.”

He chuckles lowly with a little shake of his head, pushing your thighs apart. “You being smart?”

“Nope. Absolutely not.” You snap your legs closed and shimmy away from him because despite the way your body is still reacting, you do not have another one in you. Not tonight.

“That’s what I thought.” He moves until he’s resting on the pillows next to you.

You hear him talking but your eyes are already closing and you couldn’t care less what he’s talking about because you need rest.

When you wake the next morning, your bed is empty and Erik is gone, but you didn’t exactly expect him to stay around. Fumbling, you search for your phone on your nightstand so you can see what time it is. Instead of being worried about what time it is, you’re more concerned with the message that’s awaiting you.

Erik S. - I can still taste that sweet ass pussy on my tongue

Erik S - You tryna learn how to take all this dick?

It takes you a moment to compose yourself so that you can call your best friend. Her nasty ass was going to love hearing about this.