#erikxreader

[singeramg]

He can’t love you if he’s keeping you a secret because of your looks. Thats a false equivalence right there. He loves what you do for him. He knows you are the prize and the real woman who also knows that the right man will see all of that and not give two fucks about what anyone says. Especially at a year in he will broadcast the love openly and often. He wouldn’t want anyone thinking they got a shot with you because you’re his woman,his prize.

He is selfish enough not to want anyone else to even have that shot and keep her behind a wall, where nobody would get a chance to see how great she is. However ,he is not man or mature enough to stand on business when it comes to her. Protecting her is standing ten toes down when them haters come for her. Supporting her decision to look and be as she is not hide her from the world as the path of least resistance.

Also side note the head games bs about her friends was also meant to keep her self esteem low and her compliance so that she believes he has her best interest at heart. Gaslighting at its finest because sir at least her people trying to get her out the house, hell they probably worried about her mental health. Also he is not even considering what she wants which is to be claimed publicly in addition to the other things he is providing. That is important to her and apart of her love language clearly because she is bringing it up. Dismissing her needs is also not the move which is another indication of his respect for her.

As someone who is plus sized you could say I’m triggered (not the authors fault because this was great 😊😊) because I know how this feels. Personally, I’d pack my raggedy little duffle bag and leave 🤣(iykyk) because from my perspective you dont love me either(at least not in the way I deserve) I might as well try my hand with someone who has the potential to give me what it is I need from someone who I am devoted to. I would deluding myself if I stayed. Maybe he would realize someday that what I was asking for was a small ask for the person I loved and thought loved me. However once I walk away, you are on your own in figuring that out. It would hurt like hell but it’s better than being tortured with the doubts running through my mind every day, wondering if that’s the day you come home and tell me you found your forever person and I have to watch you give them everything I ever wanted from you plus some because circling back to the beginning of this long winded essay that someone who loves you you going to stand with you in the face of the storms and is not going to care about the world.

Cloudy skies 🌨

Erik x Blackreader

A/n: I wrote this in 6 minutes.💀🙈🤭 please dont mind spelling errors.

During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?

He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.

"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.

"Yes." he hummed into your skin.

"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"

"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans

"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."

"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."

"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"

"Just say you're not looking for anybody."

"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."

"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.

"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"

"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."

"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."

He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.

"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"

Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.

".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."

"Dont spin this on me. I love you."

"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"

He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.

Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.

So Y/N what would you do?

🍒 Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.

Or

🍒 Leave Erik and find someone who may or may not love you. But will definitely show you public affection and claim you with a title.

[wakandascrystal]

"I'm trying to find a home in all these other different niggas. If only you loved me right Erik, we both would be so happy and satisfied. So now, because of you, we will always have to settle for people that will never be enough for us."

[dreamingofmilk]

Sugar Babe Chapter 4

We’re back y’all!

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Texts

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Texts

Word Count: 3,018

Synopsis: Things are spicing up with our favorite duo

Warnings: slight smut

Luxury.

Never before have you been introduced to such nice things. Even when you travelled with Erik before for smaller trips, the hotels were nice but they weren’t this nice. Hell most of the time you had to get in a smelly ass taxi to get to the hotel. 

But not here, here the two of you were picked up in the nicest car you’ve seen on the road and taken to the nicest hotel you’ve seen in your life. You felt like Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday, and you had to try your hardest not to gawk at the beautiful ceilings. You clenched your jaw to keep from gasping at the stunning interior decor that the hotel had. 

The wife of Erik Stevens could not gawk at some really nice ceramic tiles. She had to act like she’d seen it ten times before!

However the wife of Erik Stevens did drop her jaw when she saw the very polite hotel concierge guy hand her fake husband two room keys for one room. A room that you really hoped had two beds in it. Though the smirk on Erik’s face told you otherwise.

“What the fuck Erik?” You mumbled as soon as you stepped on the private elevator for the top floors. Erik smiled and crowded you into a corner of the elevator.

“What?” He says innocently as he gently wraps a piece of your curly hair around his thick index finger.

“I know I booked us two rooms.” You stare accusingly up into his eyes. He smiles wickedly at you and bends down to press a kiss to the back of your ear before speaking.

“We have a job to do here. If they saw that my wife took a separate room, especially a lower grade room than I, they might think there’s trouble in paradise and we can’t have that can we?” You rolled your eyes at how right he was. You hated when Erik was right about things you had already decided on. It proved to you that maybe he didn’t need you and you hated that idea. 

You let out a loud moan completely by surprise when Erik bit down on the soft skin underneath your ear.

“I asked you a question. Y/N.” He sucked on the skin underneath your ear, hard. You tried to keep your panting down to a minimum but it was hard, especially when he gripped your hips to pull them closer to him.

You sighed in relief when the elevator finally dinged on the appropriate floor. You gently pushed him out of the way and reached into his front suit pants pocket to pull out one of the room keys. You walked calmly down the hallway to check the room numbers until you found the room. Quickly you put the key in before Erik could stand behind you. Your luggage was already stacked neatly to the side. As you walked into the large main area you quickly realized the hotel suite looked just as amazing as the lobby did. You quickly dropped your purse on the sleek black modern couch and made a beeline for the bedroom. Your fingers crossed that two beds would be waiting for you to claim one.

Your heart sank to your stomach, when you saw only one bed, to their credit, it was massive, but definitely not the two beds that you wanted. There was no way you’d be able to handle sleeping in the same bed with that man, hell you two could barely stay in the same room without him finding a reason to touch you. 

“You did this on purpose.” You turn around to glare at him. Erik walked into the room and nodded in approval with a smirk forming on his face. 

“Nah. Definitely asked for two beds because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Erik sat in the lavish chair next to the window. His legs spread wide, his stance inviting. 

“Yeah right.” You scoff and glance around the immaculate bathroom. 

“I did. I told them we needed an extra bed in case we break the first one.” 

You cut your eyes towards him, disbelief taking over your features as Erik’s laugh boomed through the entire space. Erik swung his legs back and forth as he chuckled under his breath. He leaned over and picked up the local guide.

“Chill. It’ll be fine. I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s big enough.” Erik smiled and flipped through the guide.

“You can’t sleep on the couch Erik you paid for the room.” You sat down quietly across from him.

“Correction the company paid for the room, so WE worked for this room. I paid for the clothes I bought you. So when they get ripped off you won’t complain.” You gawked at him in response. The man had absolutely no chill! Erik smirked at your reaction. “Baby girl you’re going to quit making them damn faces or I’ll give you a better reason to make them.” 

You glared at him, “Erik stop! You play too much!”

He shook his head, a bit of fire in his eyes, “And that’s what you don’t seem to understand Y/N. I’m not playing with you. Not a damn bit. But you are definitely playing with me and I’ll be damned if I keep allowing it. Since you want to keep acting scared things are going to change around here.”

You shook your head, “What the hell are you-”

He clenched his jaw, his frustration clear. “Interrupt me again. See what happens.” He waited a moment to see if you would, and honestly part of you wanted to just to see what he would do about it. But you knew that it would just end with both of you on the bed and you weren’t ready for that, so you backed down. You knew better than to egg this man on. Once he realized that you weren't going to challenge him he smirked. “Hmm, obedient, I can do some things with that.” 

You couldn’t fight the heat that rushed to your cheeks. He was nasty! You huffed and stepped away from him.

“I’m gonna unpack and check out the pool.” You turned away from him, reaching up to untie your hair from the long trip. You pulled one of your suitcases into the closet and started unpacking your clothes. Erik walked in and started to unpack his clothes as well.

“I didn’t pack you any swimsuits though. Didn’t take you for a lounge by the pool sort of girl.” Erik shrugged as he hung up his blue dress shirt. “We can go buy you some more. I’d love to see you try them on.” He winked at you and smiled. 

“Why are you like this?” You huffed and grabbed your swimsuit from the bag. “I packed my own. I have some money you know. There’s a thing called stashed cash that credit stealers can’t get to.” 

Erik clenched his jaw. 

“Why would you spend the cash that you have? What if you need it for emergencies? What about the card I gave you?” He approached you menacingly, his height towering over you. 

“I used it for my rent like you said to. Why would I use it for anything else?” You responded calmly. Seeing Erik like this over money was normal for you. But what you didn’t realize was the difference this time had, was you. 

“Use it for everything. I’m not arguing with you. Save your cash for something important.” 

You struggled not to roll your eyes. Erik always got his way, and you weren’t going to be the one to stop him this time. 

“Okay DAD. Jeez. I’m gonna go to the pool and use it to buy myself some drinks. You know relax a little before I really have to commit to being married to your demanding ass.”

And of course Erik being Erik, he had to get the last word in. “Yeah, I’m daddy alright. You're gonna find out real soon, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the bathroom and changed into your bikini and cover up. Though you usually didn’t wear one, you’d rather avoid Erik’s perverted gaze. 

“Okay I’ll be back.” You grab your towel, make sure your engagement rings are on, and new designer flip flops and bounce out of the room, excited to explore the hotel. 

—— 

After floating around in the hotel's second rooftop pool, you decide to head to the bar to get the cold alcoholic drink you’d been dying for in this heat. You ask the bartender for the drink that you want, then reach into your pool bag to pull out the card Erik gave you. You stop short when you see cash slid across the table in front of you. 

You turn to the guy next to you to thank him, to assure him that you can pay for yourself. You stop yourself in your tracks making eye contact with a very handsome man. A bashful smile comes over your face. 

“Thank you. But I can pay for myself.” 

“You shouldn’t have to though. A beautiful girl like yourself, shouldn’t even be alone.” 

“Awe you’re sweet but I’m not alone.” You flashed your ring and smiled proudly.

“Damn that’s too bad. All the cute ones are always taken.” The man sticks out his hand. “I’m Jordan by the way. I own quite a bit of real estate out here. I’m in accounting too. Call me if you’re ever looking to get something out here. I’ll hook you up.” 

A polite smile crosses your face as you take his card. A frown quickly replaces it as another hand snatches the card before it’s completely in your hand.

“Babygirl, did you get your drink?” You look up to see the wickedest smile on Erik’s face, his eyes bright with anger. His almost naked chest covered with nothing more than a muscle tee. You look down to see him in swim trunks, a smile crossing your face at the thought of him playing around in the pool with you. 

“Almost babe. They are making it now.” You nodded to the bartender who was putting the finishing touches on your drink. Your mouth watered at the thought of it. You were so focused on the drink you didn’t even notice the hard stare Erik was giving Jordan until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry baby, this is Jordan, a real estate agent. Jordan, this is my bos-“ you felt Erik pinch your thigh, hard. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized your mistake. “I’m sorry my husband. He can be a bit bossy.” You tried to save it but the curious look on Jordan’s face told you otherwise.

“Nice to meet you. She’s loyal, wouldn’t even let me buy her a drink.” Jordan smirked as he shook Erik’s hand. Erik wrapped his arm around you tightly, his hand resting gently under your breast.

“Yeah well she has the card I just gave her so there’s no reason for that.” Erik pressed a kiss to your neck as you sipped on the delicious drink placed in front of you. You squealed in response to his touch almost dropping your drink. You turn to Erik to scold him when you see his stare is still on Jordan. Quickly you realize you need to diffuse the situation. 

“Babe you have to try this. It tastes so good.” You thrust the straw of the drink towards his lips demanding he take a sip. He sips the drink and smiles at you. 

“Of course you’d get the fruitiest drink there is.” You smile cheekily at Erik and relish in the tight hold he has you in. Then glance back up at Jordan. 

“Erik, Jordan said he sells real estate, maybe he could find you another place if everything goes right?” You glance back at Jordan who watches the two of you with a smile on his face. 

“Sure. I have his card.” Erik waves down the waiter to close out your tab. 

“Let’s go back to the room. I have another drink I wanna taste. It was nice meeting you Jamie.” You snorted at how petty he was acting.

“Jordan, baby, his name is Jordan.” Erik shrugged “That’s what I said.” Once you realized what all he said earlier you balked at his words, staring up at him wide eyed. You watch Jordan frown slightly and move away with his drink. Then you pout, wrapping your lips around your drink again. 

“I wanna swim some more. And you're dressed for it come in the water with me.” You pout more and lightly grip the collar of his shirt. 

“Y/N that was too close! We are fucking lucky that man was way too into you to notice that you weren’t that into me. I mean boss really?” You sigh and put your head down embarrassed. You know you fucked up and at this rate you might ruin the whole deal for the company and that thought was too much for you to bear. 

“I know Erik I’m sorry. I’ll get better I promise.” You grip his shirt tighter. “Please don’t be upset with me. Let me practice right now.” You turn to wrap your arms around his neck and press a few kisses to his scruff. Your legs spread to accommodate him standing between them. 

“I can do it. I won’t let you down. I won’t let the company down.” You pull his head down to level with yours before you press a passionate kiss into his lips. Getting lost in the feel of his skin against yours. Your tongue danced along the bottom of his full lip. You let out a soft moan when his hands enter the equation again. The man was freaking gifted.

A child screaming broke the spell between the two of you and you pulled away, embarrassed to be making out in public like a couple of teenagers. 

Erik smirked, “Keep kissing me like that and I’ll do whatever you want.” He grabbed your hand and led you both toward the pool. He quickly jumped in with no fear of the cold water. You were much more cautious and dipped your toes in to get a feel for the water. Even though you’d just been in there the cold shock was intense. You’d definitely have to ease your way in.

“Baby!” Erik called to you. “What are you doing? Hop in!” You looked up at him and it felt like your heart skipped a beat. Erik had taken off his shirt and his skin glistened in the water. There’s no way his body could be real. You honestly couldn’t look away if you wanted to. 

Erik swam to the edge of the pool, right in front of you and lightly grabbed your ankle. “C’mon.”

You shook your head, half of your brain committing the look on Erik’s face to memory. “It’s too cold. I need to slowly work my way in.” Erik ran his hands further up your leg, to the backs of your knees. He looked up into your eyes with a soft smile on his face. “You’re always so cautious, Y/N. Just jump in, just this once. I’ll catch you and ease you in the water.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way. I am not some small little thing Erik. You’re going to drop me.” Erik rolled his eyes. “Last I checked I’ve picked you up a few times and have I ever struggled to do it?” Bastard had a point. He’s never even shown any strain.

You sighed, there was really no way out of this. “Ok fine, but if you drop me…” Erik’s smile was so bright that you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks. What was this man doing to you? You took a few steps back then after a few deep breaths and Erik's quiet encouragement you jumped in. As promised he caught you before the water passed your hips. You shivered slightly as he held you above him, his laugh ringing through your ears.

"See baby? Things are a lot more fun when you aren't so cautious." He slowly lowered you in the water, watching your face and slowing down when you reacted to the cold water. Once you were at eye level you felt the energy shift around you. Erik had a strange look on his face, one you'd never seen before. He stared directly at you, his eyes bouncing between your eyes and your lips. He pulled you in closer to him and you closed your eyes anticipating the kiss.

When your lips finally met it felt a bit different, like a warm bath or a home cooked meal. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. You fought back a moan when he started nibbling at your bottom lip. You could feel yourself getting drunk off the feeling of it, completely unaware of your surroundings. Just as you were about to wrap your legs around him he pulled away and lowered you the rest of the way into the water. You looked up into his eyes, trying to figure out what to say that would break the tension in the air, but you were at a loss. 

Erik smiled softly and brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “I did say things were going to change around here princess. I’m not playing games anymore.” Erik slightly splashed you and swam away quickly, you started off quickly hot on his trail. But your mind wandered back to what he just said. What the hell did that mean?

Nearby, Jordan smirked as he exited the pool deck. Who would have thought the great Erik Stevens would have to fake a marriage, and with one of his employees at that? This would definitely be useful information later on. Plus the girl on his arm was so damn tempting, he would be seeing a lot more of the both of them, that’s for sure. 

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[wakandascrystal]

Cloudy skies 🌨

Erik x Blackreader

A/n: I wrote this in 6 minutes.💀🙈🤭 please dont mind spelling errors.

During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?

He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.

"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.

"Yes." he hummed into your skin.

"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"

"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans

"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."

"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."

"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"

"Just say you're not looking for anybody."

"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."

"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.

"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"

"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."

"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."

He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.

"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"

Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.

".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."

"Dont spin this on me. I love you."

"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"

He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.

Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.

So Y/N what would you do?

🍒 Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.

Or

🍒 Leave Erik and find someone who may or may not love you. But will definitely show you public affection and claim you with a title.

[dreamingofmilk]

Sugar Babe Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Erik prepare for your upcoming trip.

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

Chapter 1

Erik smiled brightly as soon as the words left your lips. A small groan slipped out from between them, so fleeting you almost didn’t catch it.

“Never thought it would turn me on to hear that.” He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall. 

You balked immediately, “What are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-” Erik cut you off. 

“Yeah we will get them in a sec. First we have to get you an engagement ring and two wedding bands for us to wear during the trip.” Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size. 

“Uhhhh bet you like that one.” Erik pointed at the one ring that you had your eye on. It freaked you out that Eric always knew exactly what you wanted. Were you that predictable, or was he just that good?

“Very good choices sir, I can have everything prepared for you by tomorrow.”

Erik shook his head, his body instinctively straightening. You knew that stance very well. This was the Erik that appeared during board meetings and negotiations. He was direct, but incredibly intimidating. Anytime this side of Erik showed up he always got what he wanted. 

Erik waved his hand at the clerk, “I need these done within the next 6 hours. Make any additional charges necessary. Money is no object.” 

The clerk cleared his throat, “Sir, you must know how busy we can be, we have other orders with higher priority at the moment. I cannot keep that timeline.”

Erik walked closer to the clerk, leaning over the counter slightly. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the exact look he was giving the man behind the counter. Eyes scanning, looking for every weak spot they could find, anything they could exploit or bend to his will. Mouth smirking, like he already knew he won, but was enjoying the game. 

You hated to admit it, but this Erik was your favorite. There was something so sexy about a man who could always get what he wanted. Erik was an incredibly smart man, but a lot of people underestimated his intelligence just the same. The man was a certified genius, both in his field, and with reading people as well. There’s never been a negotiation that didn’t go in his favor. He always knew what to say or do to get the outcome he wanted. And his ability to read people and their deepest desires helped tremendously. 

“Consider this order your highest priority. Make any charges necessary. I will be back here in 6 hours and if the rings are not complete I will take my business to someone who can satisfy my time requirements.”

And there was the voice. Sharp, yet smooth. Light enough that anyone around him wouldn’t think anything of it, but the clerk definitely knew this was a threat, one that was anything but empty. You knew Erik well enough to know that he would switch stores just to prove a point. And you also knew there was no way the clerk was going to turn down an order with that many zeros in it.

The clerk lowered his head slightly, his defeat clear as day. Erik raised his chin, the smirk only widening as he reveled in his victory. 

“My apologies, sir. I will ensure your order is ready within the allotted time. We always appreciate your business.”

Erik nodded, “Thank you.” And sauntered out of the store without another word. You gave the clerk an apologetic glance as you followed him out.

Once you passed the threshold, you grabbed Erik’s wrist. “Was that really necessary? I could have just picked up the rings tomorrow.”

Erik grabbed your shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. “Y/N, what do you think that man was telling me when he said we’d have to wait until tomorrow?”

You hesitated, but eventually spoke your mind. “That we would have to wait our turn like everyone else.”

He tsked, brushing your hair away from your face. “That’s not quite right. You have to read between the lines. Do you think he would have said the same thing if a celebrity or politician made the exact same order at the exact same time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, but that’s different. They’re important.”

“And are we not important?” Erik raised an eyebrow, his eyes trapping yours. “Are you not important?” The sunlight hit them perfectly, and they looked like pools of molten chocolate, rich and smooth. Erik blinked slowly and the spell over you dissipated. 

“That’s what they want you to think. That you are not as important as those people, but why not? I’m just as rich, if not more, and just as famous. But because I don’t play ball or rap he was underestimating me, and all I did was call his bluff. I can’t stand being underestimated.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried. “Everything isn’t a board meeting Erik.”

Erik laughed, stroking your cheek once more before straightening. “Life is one big board meeting sweetheart. Especially as a black man.” He held his hand out for you. “Now let’s finish up here.”

The two of you made your way to the suit store where Erik picked up his suits. He eyed you as you waited for the suits to come out. 

“What?” You asked him. Erik smiled. 

“I know you wanted to spend the next two days helping me prepare for the trip, but now I need you to prepare for the trip as well.” 

“What do I need to prepare for? I just have to pack a bag. And I’m good.” You respond. 

“Well that would be true if you were traveling as my assistant but you’re not. You’re joining me as my wife. And my wife needs to do a good bit of things before we leave for the trip.” Erik said as he stepped closer to you. 

“Like what?” You asked incredulously. 

“I really don’t want to argue with you, I just need it done.” His voice was deep as he warned you. 

You rolled your eyes before shrugging. 

“Fine I won’t argue. What do I need to do before this trip?”

Erik grabbed your chin lightly, raising your eyes to meet his. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke. “Good girl, was that so hard? Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll give you a reason to roll them to the back of your head.”

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but once it did, your cheeks burned and you looked down at the floor, anywhere to not see the smug smirk he was giving you. Erik has always been a bit flirty, but this was a different level altogether. Your entire body clenched and released from his words alone.  

Erik paid no mind to your reaction. “I need you to go get your nails done. Fingers and toes. Make it a spa day, facial, hair, whatever else you want. Just something so you don’t look so damn stressed like you always do.” You start to interrupt him, but the look on his face tells you he’s not finished yet. 

“After we pick up the suits we can go get new luggage, you can’t keep using the same beat up duffle bag for business trips like this. Then we have to go get you some new clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?!” You shriek, Erik escorts you out of the store and towards the store he wants to buy the luggage from. 

“Nothing babygirl. You look great every day you come to work as my assistant, but for the last time you will be my wife. So you must dress like my wife.”

“And how does your wife dress Erik?” You roll your neck giving him the most attitude you could conjure. Erik smiled slowly backing you into a corner of the mall. His arms blocking you in as his lips brushed against your ear.

“You’re going to learn to cut the attitude baby girl. I’m not with it.” 

You smiled innocently at him. 

“And you’ve already learned that that’s not going to happen.” You pat his cheek gently and start to walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, his eyes running over your form. 

“Alright you wanna be boss baby, I’ll play along for a while. That’s okay but these things are non negotiable for people to truly believe that you are my wife. It’s just a few new clothes.” Erik said. 

“Yeah! And a spa day that I can’t afford!” You shout. 

Erik chuckled and pulled out his wallet showing you the copious amounts of cash he had. 

“We're going to the luggage spot together, I’mma pay for that. You already have my Amex card for the spa day and we are about to get you some new clothes. Stop acting like I don’t take care of mines.” Erik scoffed and walked ahead of you rounding the corner for the luggage store. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him, this day was not shaping up at all how you imagined it to be. 

————

The next two days were a whirlwind. And it just could not and would not slow down. You were definitely freaking out because leaving your job to Gina was not your first pick and you let Erik know that. 

He simply smiled and flicked your nose, cutely I might add, and told you not to worry. 

Now the big bad wolf was on the phone with investors and he had to be his usual business self hours before your flight. Seeing business Erik pacing in your living room littered with clothes and suitcases, just stressed you out further. He looked like he didn’t belong, as if he was some model fresh out of one of your discarded magazines. 

But the anger he spoke on the phone with sent you spiraling. You loved hearing Erik speak to investors, they always held such contempt for you on the phone but cowered in fear when Erik got wind of how they spoke to you. 

You were supposed to be packing and he was supposed to be telling you what to pack from the loads of new clothes he bought you. But how could you focus with this Adonis standing in front of you. An Adonis that you are supposed to pretend to be married to. 

You worried constantly the last two days that no one with two semi working eyes would believe that he would marry you. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Erik smirked at you as he hung up his phone. He licked his lips as he checked you out. 

“No reason. Okay big reason. There is no way anyone is going to believe that we are married. I mean neither of us even knows what a married couple acts like.”

Erik cocked his head as he stared at you. 

“Okay so turn on YouTube so we can learn to be a married couple. The fuck you talking about?” Erik kisses his teeth and walks to your half empty suitcase. He continued placing your newly bought folded clothes into the new Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought you. 

“I’m just saying look at you! Erik, you look amazing and put together no matter what happens. You handle everything so quickly and effectively. You’re so smart and capable of running this company. Who in their right mind would look at you and then see me and believe that we are together and have been married for the past three years? I’ll tell you. No one.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you ramble off. 

“Honestly this right here is why I never approached you. I knew you well enough that you would pull some shit like this. That you would self sabotage because of some bullshit that society tells you.” Erik continued packing up another suitcase. 

“I chose you because I trust you more than anyone else with company rules and policies. You’ve been in charge of so many projects because I know you have the leadership and management skills to get them done. I chose you to be my wife because your the smartest person I know and you look DAMN good in them fucking pencil skirts you wear. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who should or should not be my wife.” He slammed your second suitcase shut and moved on to your carry on bag.

“I can pack my own carry on.” You stood up slowly and approached him with your carry on items to put in the bag. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that others aren’t like you.”

“Yeah and they aren’t the CEO. I am.” He grabbed your hand as you finished packing your carry on. “The only thing that will alert people into knowing that we aren’t actually together is if you believe that we can’t.” He pulled you close to him, his heat and scent intoxicating. “Do I need to convince you that we can be together? That I want you?”

Yes. 

Your knees buckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek then below your ear. 

“No.” You place your hand on his chest and backed up.

Erik ran his gaze over you and bit his lip. He reached out to pull your body flush against his. His hands roamed your body freely, relishing in how you felt against him.

“You’re a terrible liar Y/N.” And with that he leaned down to run his tongue along the sweet spot on your neck. Then started sucking on your pulse point. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t hide your moan if you tried, the man’s mouth was gifted. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered. Just as your knees were about to give out he pulled away and looked into your eyes, his hands sliding down your back to grab your ass.

“Y/N, you really have no idea how much I want you. If you were actually mine… the things I’d do to that fine ass body.” He shook his head, and you felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, low and deep.  “You’re not ready for that conversation. Your scary ass couldn’t handle it.”

You bristled at the jab instinctively, your smart mouth couldn’t be contained. “I can handle anything Erik, you couldn’t handle me.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer. “Is that right?”

“Damn right it is.” You crossed your arms, bringing your face in as close to his as you could.

He rubbed his beard, then smirked. “I already told you I wasn’t going to put up with your attitude sweetheart. You’ve been talking out the side of your neck all day today. It’s time I put that ass in check. Let you get a taste of what you’re dealing with since you think I’m playing games with you.”

In the blink of an eye Erik turned you around and pushed you against the wall, your hands trapped in one of his above your head. He pushed into your body from behind, his hips lined up perfectly with yours. You could feel the hard bulge against your cheeks. Erik grabbed your hip with his free hand and gripped just hard enough to make you gasp. His lips moved to your ear and he whispered some of the dirtiest stuff you’ve ever heard.

“Think I can’t handle you huh? Baby girl you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about handling your thick ass. My mouth salivates at the thought of putting you in check. If you weren’t so damn scary I’d be balls deep in you right now. I’d pick your little bratty ass up and sit you on my dick until you fix your attitude. Keep playing with me and you’re gonna get yourself into some shit you aren’t ready for. I really don’t mind showing my wife that I need her.” He groaned as you shivered against him, your body responding to his words. 

“Stop Erik. I need to get some sleep before the flight. Thank you for packing my bags for me, but I have a lot of stuff to get done and you’re distracting me.” You hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or how your body kept pushing back into him.

He pulled away, taking the heat of his body with him. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. Just make sure you come as the wife I know you can be. My partner.” He winks at you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let it be known though if you were mine…. I’d tear that ass up every night of this trip. I’ll see you tomorrow” He backed away from you while shaking his head. He opened your apartment door and walked out while shouting. “My wife fine as fuck!”

Well fuck, what could you possibly say to that?

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[dreamingofmilk]

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

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Hour 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hour 2

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

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

Hour 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hour 4 

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

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

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

“Out.” You spit out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hour 5

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

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

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

"Bastard" you mumbled.

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

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

Hour 6

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

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

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[dreamingofmilk]

Biggest Puddle Ever

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

Word Count: 1,264

Warnings: smut, cursing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erik grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna cum.” You hum out lowly.

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

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

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

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[dreamingofmilk]

can I get 3 with Erik? please

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3. "Ok, but first kiss me."

Synopsis: Erik had a reputation of being a fuckboy. That meant you had to be careful around him. Guard your heart. It was a solid plan until he came in and ruined all your plans.

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: cursing

You stared quietly at your friends as you approached them from the Uber you took to the state carnival. You cocked your head in confusion because their boyfriends were with them. And never once in the three weeks of planning this excursion did they mention bringing their fucking boyfriends. 

Of course, why would they, you were the only single one and they really wanted you there and they really wanted you to not feel left out. But how could you not feel left out? Each of your three best friends had their gorgeous boyfriends and you, well let’s just say your Friday nights had become super lonely. 

As you slowly approached them you noticed a guy standing off to the side awkwardly. You immediately recognized him as Tonya’s boyfriend James’ best friend Erik. 

Fuck Erik. 

Well… not literally… plenty of women have already done that and you weren't interested in being the next notch on his bedpost, as much as it seemed like he wanted to, and deep down, in a place you'll never acknowledge out loud, you wanted to. 

You meant fuck Erik in a what are you going to do kind of way. Erik was one of those heart stopping, stomach dropping, butterfly causing looking niggas and you struggled to deal with it. Especially because he made it a point to flirt with you incessantly whenever you were around each other. 

“Hey guys.” You hugged your friends Tonya and Fiona and their boyfriends James and Trey. You smiled with heated cheeks when Erik approached you with his arms spread open wide for a huge hug. Erik wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“Missed you Bunny.” His subtle cologne fills your nose and it takes everything within you not to pant like a bitch in heat. You smiled politely at him and pulled away. Turning around to glare at your friends. 

“What the fuck!” You whisper harshly. They smile devilishly and wrap their arms around you while walking to the front entrance of the fair. 

“You’re always at the dorm girl, we had to get you out.” Tonya said as she stood in the long line. 

“I already agreed to come out with you guys. I wanna know why the fuck is he here!” You quickly glanced back at Erik only to find him shamelessly checking you out. He made eye contact with you and sent you a full on smile, unashamed of him eye fucking you. 

“You stay at home too much whenever we tell you he’ll be there. He likes you and it’s clear that you’ve been avoiding him.” Fiona mentioned. 

“So we figured that we would play Cupid AND have a great time.”

“What if I don’t like him like that.” You started, but your friends were not having it.

“Bullshit. We know your pussy gets a heartbeat whenever he’s around.” Tonya utters with annoyance in her tone. 

Your jaw drops at her vulgarity. She was right. But she didn't have to say it. 

“Now go have fun. Nothing has to come out of this. Just enjoy your time with him and we will all meet up in like two hours.” Fiona pushed you slightly towards Erik, while walking towards her man Trey. 

“Wait we aren’t going to walk around together?” You whisper back. 

“Uh...no.” Tonya uttered and pranced off with James. You watched in awe and shock as your friends left you standing next to the guy that made you fucking weak in the knees and crazy in the head, and he knew it. The longer you watched your friends walk away with their boyfriends. The more you realized that they set this up for the both of you. 

“So what do you want to do first, Bunny?” Erik looked down at you, his arms gesturing that he would buy your tickets for the fair as you approached the ticket booth and entrance. His nickname for you sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m down for anything.” Erik smirked, licked his lips and stepped forward to buy your tickets.

“I’ll remember that.” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity. Erik shyly took your hand and led you toward your first ride. 

You rode two rides together and got matching henna tattoos, you were surprised when he agreed to get one with you in the same spot. Laughter bubbled up through your throat when he tickled you to distract you when the two of you went into a haunted house. His hands rested gently on your hips, following you slowly through the house of horrors.

The two of you ran out shrieking and giggling when Erik felt one of the actors accidentally brush up against him. 

You slowed down when you passed a booth with a giant stuffed elephant, your eyes big and wide as you stared wantingly. 

“You want it?” Erik asked. You took in your surroundings and noticed the elephant was for a basketball game. Maybe it was your height but you sucked at basketball. 

You slowly shook your head no and started walking ahead of him and away from the giant colorful elephant. 

“Come on bunny, if you want the elephant. I got you.” Erik grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back in front of the game. 

“How many girls have you done this for I wonder.” You muttered. Erik rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet… again and paid the guy. He explained the game and passed Erik three balls. Erik looked back at you and gave you the sweetest smile. A fuckboy shouldn't be able to smile like that, it's disrespectful really. 

“Can I get a kiss for good luck?” You blushed and shook your head. No way! You weren't getting sucked into that trap.

“Damn, worth a shot.” Erik winked at you and turned back to the game. Crossing your arms in front of you, you sway back and forth watching Erik sink three balls easy. 

“Take your pick, bunny.” Erik smirked and turned towards you, his arms spread wide as if he wanted to offer you the world. He really did have game, no wonder so many girls have fawned over him.

You pointed meekly at your elephant and smiled brightly when Erik reached up and got it for you. 

“What are you going to name it?” Erik whispered in your ear. You shivered but smiled softly when he handed it to you. You loved it already.

“N’Jadaka.” You smirked at his shocked face and held back laughter. “Psych.” That was a close one. He looked so genuinely happy that you almost forgot who you were dealing with. You had to be careful. This guy could really hurt you if you got too close.

After winning your prize, Erik took you to the concession stands. "I'm starving. What do you want to eat?"

You shrugged, "I just want a corndog. I'm not really hungry." You were way too nervous to eat right now. It's a wonder you've managed to make it this far. But fate was a cruel ass bitch and you were her favorite victim. Right before Erik started to speak your stomach let out the loudest growl. Louder than anything you've ever heard before. Your eyes flew to the ground with a quickness and you shrunk into yourself, your face hot with embarrassment.

And Erik, the asshole was laughing his ass off. "Lying ass! Ain't no way you got ass and titties like that and you don't eat proper. I don't fuck with girls who don't eat. Makes absolutely no sense to me."

You hit his shoulder as hard as you could, but he didn't even seem to notice it, he didn't even flinch. "Oh, so you have a fetish?" You let a smirk form on your face, some light teasing will smooth over all this awkward energy.

Erik frowned, "What? Fuck no! Take that shit back right now."

"Look, I get it. Thick women are all the rage right now. Do you, buddy." You shook your head.

Erik moved in so quickly. One second you were staring at the back of his head as he walked in front of you and the next he was so close you could count the different flecks of brown in his eyes. You took a step back in shock, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you back. "First of all, don't ever say no shit like that to me again. I'm not like these weak minded niggas out here. I don't need a trend to tell me what I like. And I'm not your buddy. I'm not tryna be your friend, Y/N. I don't know how many times I need to say it."

“Ah, there he is. How many girls has that line worked on?" You smirked and rolled your eyes. 

Erik rolled his eyes, "I'm not a hoe, Y/N."

"Of course not.” You deadpanned.

You both agreed to split a corndog and a huge slice of pizza. You fought, but Erik insisted on paying for all of it and carrying it all to your table. You huffed as you sat down. 

"I could have paid for half, Erik."

He scoffed and scrunched his face, "What kind of weak nigga lets a girl pay for a date? You don't touch your wallet when you're with me Princess."

You couldn't lie, the way he said that, like you actually offended him by mentioning it at all, was a bit of a turn on. You never would have pegged Erik as that type of guy, he had fuckboy written all over him. 

While you were in your thoughts Erik cut the pizza and corndog in half and set up a plate for you. He reached across the table to set it in front of you. "Here you go, Bunny."

You just looked at him, the shock clear as day on your face. "Thank you. I didn't know you could act civilized." 

"There's a lot you don't know about me." He frowned.

You smirked, "I think I know enough." You took a bite of your corn dog and moaned quietly. There was something magical about fair food. It always tasted so much better than anything else. You heard a groan and opened your eyes to see Erik with a pained look on his face. "What's wrong with you?"

He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. "You’re killing me, Y/N." He leaned across the table and grabbed your face. You were so shocked you couldn't react, you just froze, your eyes wide. He slowly leaned in closer, like he was going to kiss you. Part of you was losing your shit and the rest of you waited with bated breath, the anticipation damn near killing you. Erik stared into your eyes, his own half lidded and seductive. After a beat, he wiped his thumb along the side of your mouth. 

"You had some mustard on your face, beautiful." Once your heart rate slowed down a bit, his words finally registered and you were pissed. There he goes playing with your feelings again. And you fell right into it. You looked over at him and he was holding in laughter. You hardened your glare and he laughed so hard he almost fell off the bench.

"Asshole." You muttered under your breath.

He worked hard to reign himself in, all that was left was the occasional snicker. "I couldn't resist. You're so cute when you're angry. Like a bunny."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "I hate you."

"You don't. You like me." He grinned. 

"That would be a negative."

He shrugged and licked his lips watching you bit yours. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess."

You ignored him and started looking around the fairgrounds for what to do next. You couldn't hide your excitement when you landed on the ferris wheel.

Erik followed your line of sight. 

"You wanna go on it?"

"Can we please?" You even pouted for good measure.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He smiled. 

You squealed in excitement and shot off toward the ride. The ferris wheel was your favorite. When you were a child you used to go with your dad and he'd let you sit in his lap and watch the lights. The ferris wheel has always had sentimental value to you.

While you were caught in your thoughts you weren't paying attention to where you were going. One second you were running through the fair, ignoring Erik's pleas for you to slow down and the next you tripped and were catapulting to the ground. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you before you made it to the ground. 

You were spun around so quickly you lost your balance and fell into Erik's chest. He wrapped his hands around your waist and steadied you to his body. You looked up, you actually hadn't really noticed how much taller he was compared to you, you only came to the center of his chest. Erik's face was full of concern. He grabbed your face with both hands and scanned you from head to toe. 

"You ok, Bunny? Did you scrape anything?" You could only shake your head silently, you were still in a bit of a daze. You could feel the shift in the air, you felt it earlier when he wiped the mustard off your face, but it was much more potent now. The air was crackling with electricity. 

Erik pulled you in closer, his head tilting slightly. He was definitely going to kiss you this time. You closed your eyes and leaned in. Just a few more inches, a few more centimeters…

You were both startled out of your bubble when a kid ran by and bumped into you. You inwardly groaned with frustration, but you took some comfort in seeing that Erik was irritated too. That was definitely a close call. You almost got swept away. You had to be careful, Erik may be nicer than you expected, but he was still a fuckboy who would break your heart eventually. You shook off the haze and pulled away. You both made your way to the ferris wheel together, but it was different this time. You refused to acknowledge it, because acknowledging made it real, but Erik didn't let go of your hand the entire way there.

The wait in line for the ferris wheel was awkward to say the least. You could feel the heat from Erik's hand as it held yours. You tried a few times to separate the hold when your hands started to sweat, but he wasn't having it. 

He eyed you sternly after your most recent attempt, "Why do you keep trying to let go? I slaved over a carnival game and won you a prize and you can't even hold my hand? That's cold, beautiful." He pressed his other hand to his chest in playful hurt. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, trying your hardest not to swoon at the fact that he called you beautiful again. 

"Oh please, you have girls drool over you all the time, I'm sure you're not worried about me."

He moved forward and handed over your tickets. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bunny." Both of you stepped forward as the ride came to a stop and got into the car. You smirked as you slowly rose up as the other cars were loaded. "Sure sure."

Once you were close to the top, Erik shifted so he was next to you. His hand reached to grab yours. "I'm really happy you came today, Y/N. I hope I get more chances to spend time with you."

You turned to him and smirked to hide your internal swooning. "You are definitely smooth. I'll give you that. No wonder all those girls fawn over you."

Erik pulled back to rub his hands over his face. "Stop saying that shit Y/N! You've been taking little jabs at me all night and it's annoying! Why do you keep shutting me down every time I try to talk to you?"

"Because I refuse to be another one of your hoes who pines away for you while you're on to the next set of open legs! I'm not that kind of girl and I'm not interested in a one night stand with you!" You sneered. 

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! You've been calling me a hoe all night! Where are you getting that shit from!" He raised his voice slightly. 

You scoffed. “Practically every girl on campus. 'Erik's the best I ever had' 'Erik ruined me for other guys' 'Erik turned me out'. It seems like you've fucked everyone on campus but me. Is that why you're so fixated on me now? Because I'm the one pussy you haven't fucked yet?"

Erik's hand shot out and landed on the top of the bench, the loud sound made you jump. He leaned in closer to you, his mouth in a snarl.

"They're all fucking lying! I havent fucked any girl on campus because I've been checking for YOU!" 

Your eyes started to water. How dare he try to play you for some fool. "You must think I'm stupid. Am I a joke to you? You really expect me to believe that?" You tried to hide the break in your voice and the tears threatening to spill, but you were a terrible actress and your face was far too expressive. You looked away to stare at the lights and people down below. You needed a second to get your guard back up.

He frowned, "Yes! I'm not a liar Y/N. I've told you nothing but the truth since I met you. I had no intentions of getting with anyone when I started school, because I wanted to put all of my attention on basketball. I didn't want any girls distracting me from that. I only went to parties because someone had to drive my drunk ass teammates back home. But that changed when I saw you at one of my games freshman year. I didn't know you yet, but you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I've been checking for you ever since, trying to get your attention, trying to get to know you."

You knew you were gaping, but you couldn't help it. "I don't understand. Why would all of those girls lie?"

He scoffed, "Because I turned down so many of them, they were probably embarrassed so they tried to get clout by saying they had sex with me. I heard a few rumours, but I didn't pay it any mind because I knew they were all lies."

You paused, "So all the play flirting?"

Erik kisses his teeth and leaned back, spreading his legs out so his thigh rested against yours. "Wasn't playing at all. I like you Y/N. I've been trying to get you to give me the time of day for over a year. I want to date you, get to know you."

Suddenly all of the things that didn't make sense earlier pieced together. Erik paying for your food, his concern when you almost fell, all of the little pet names he calls you. It all added up and the realization hit you in the gut. 

"I've been horrible to you. You must hate me." You covered your face in your hands. Erik scooted closer to you and pried them away. "I don't hate you at all. Now that I understand where your head is I get why you acted like that. But that's not me, beautiful. I'm not that guy. Everything I've shown you has been genuine."

You nodded, "I know. I see it now."

He smiled and grabbed your hands, "I really like you Y/N. You're smart, and funny, and beautiful, and everything else I want. I want to make you mine, if you'll let me?"

You nodded. "I like you too, Erik. Way more than I wanted to admit."

He smiled brightly and grabbed your face. You closed your eyes as he got closer and tilted his head. You could feel his breath on your lips as he closed in, you could smell his cologne and the crisp night air. When his lips made contact you sighed and leaned into him, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. Your lips moved together like they were already familiar with each other, perfectly in sync. Way too soon, Erik pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y/N, will you be my girl?"

You smirked, "Ok, but first kiss me."

He grinned, "As you wish."

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

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: mild angst, cursing, mild smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready.”

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What Would You Do?

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

But somehow you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t figure out how to respond. 

Do you….

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

2. Ask to see his “crown” 

3. Throw the ring in his face

4. Other...

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Just The Two Of Us Chapter 3

Synopsis: You meet up with Erik to get an explanation.

Word count: 1,447

Warnings: none

Izzie paced back and forth in her dorm room. Ignoring Leona as she just walked into the living room. Lee watched her with amusement, a small smile on her face. Lee sat back on the couch and started eating her popcorn.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Lee asked, her head turning to watch Izzie continuously go back and forth.

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone today.” Izzie stopped to glance at Leona. Then she started up her walking again.

“At what time?” Leona asks, offering Izzie some popcorn. Izzie shakes her head and keeps walking.

“7.”

“That’s in like 5 minutes… shouldn’t you be getting ready.” Leona quirks a brow at Iysha. Iysha shrugs and sits next to her.

“It’s Erik,” Izzie mumbled.

“Erik who?” Lee watched Izzie as she picked up her phone and watched the time tick by. “Erik who Iz?” Lee asked again.

“The Erik. The same guy I was in love with freshman year after he left to join the army before I met Bucky and fell head over heels for a guy with a metal arm.” Izzie yelled frustrated.

“I thought he was dead. Didn’t you get some letter saying he dropped off the grid and was presumed dead.” Lee was now completely intrigued.

“I did! But he’s not and now he wants to meet and explain what happened.” Izzie put her head in her hands and shook slightly.

“So?” Lee shrugged. Go meet him. I don’t see what the big deal is. Wasn’t he like your best friend? What’s wrong with catching up?” Lee reasoned with Izzie.

“The big deal is that I was in love with my best friend. The even bigger deal is that I might still be in love with him.” Izzie responded, her heart hurt as she thought of Bucky and how he might feel hearing those words come out of her mouth.

“Oh,” Lee says.

“Yeah big fucking OH.” Izzie stands up to start pacing again. “Don’t get me wrong I love Bucky. I’m in love with Bucky at 100%. He is who I want to spend the rest of my life with. But seeing Erik yesterday made me realize that I might love him too. I… I..” Izzie faded off looking at her phone again.

“I say you go see him. Tell him how you feel and that you have a boyfriend now. Tell him that you want to still have him in your life as a friend and go from there. You're making assumptions right now and you don’t know how anything will go. You won’t know until you talk to him. If anything you deserve an explanation.” 

Izzie nodded her head in agreeance. “You’re right I do deserve an explanation.” Izzie grabbed her coat from the hook and her keys and wallet. “I’ll let you know what happens.” Izzie all but ran out of the dorm room.

**********

Izzie makes it to the cafe at 7:45 pm her heart pounding from the race there and the anticipation of seeing him again. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as they always did when she saw his face, Bucky’s too.

Erik’s sad face and frown contorted into a big smile when he saw Izzie. He stood up as she made her way toward him. He opened his arms for a hug, Izzie frowned and shook her head.

“I just came for the explanation Erik. Nothing more nothing less.” Izzie sits down quietly in front of where Erik was just sitting.

“Okay. That’s okay. I’m just happy you came. I was getting a bit worried.” Erik chuckled and shyly glanced up at Izzie. His nervousness was new to her. Erik always used to be the most confident guy around, especially whenever Izzie was with him.

“Yeah okay Erik, I’m here now. Can you just explain why you had your commanding officers send me a letter saying that you were dead when you’re clearly not?”

“Okay.” Erik cocks his head. “Well for one… It wasn’t my commanding officers that sent that letter. As far as they know I am actually dead. It was my cousin… T’Challa. You remember him?”

Izzie nods, confusion etched on her face. “I thought… I mean… Did you find him? You were able to get to Wakanda?”

Erik nodded a small content smile on his face.

“I was able to locate my family. It took some fighting and a few family squabbles but we hashed everything out and made it work in the end. I am now Prince Njdaka Udaku advisor to King T’Challa Udaku, and occasional lab rat for Princess Shuri Udaku.” He grimaced at the last one.  

She smiled softly, “That’s great, Erik. I’m glad you found a solution you’re happy with.” Izzie was genuinely happy for him too. She knew how heavy his family history weighed on him, so she was happy to hear that he managed to find a way to fix it. That certainly didn’t fix the issues he caused between the two of them though.

"That doesn't answer my question though. Why did you make me think you were dead?"

Erik sighed, "I joined a black ops organization to get Intel on Wakanda. I wanted to get revenge for Pops."

She nodded, hesitating slightly before she spoke again, "What kind of revenge? Why would you have to join black ops?"

Erik looked into her eyes, his expression full of the same sadness from before. "I was going to kill T'challa. His dad killed Pops, so I planned on returning the favor."

Izzie shook her head, "Erik, no. That wouldn't have solved anything. That wouldn't take the pain away."

He nodded. "Yeah. I learned that the hard way. I almost killed my cousin, twice, to punish him for a crime his father committed. It took me a long time to see it, but T'challa is nothing like his father."

He paused for a bit before continuing. "To answer your question T'Challa helped me fake my death so I wouldn't be punished for treason. I abandoned the military after all."

Izzie frowned, "And you couldn't trust me not to tell anyone?" She couldn't hide the hurt in her voice. "I would have never betrayed you like that!"

Erik raised his hands, palms exposed. "I know, Butter, believe me. I argued with T'challa and Shuri for weeks about it. I didn't want to lie to you. But they said that the military would check into everyone connected to me and I couldn't put you in danger like that. If they found out that you knew anything about my whereabouts they would have taken you, or worse. You don’t know the kind of shit that I got wrapped into with them. The shit that I know about them. I couldn't take that chance."

Izzie nodded reluctantly. "I understand. I wish you would have trusted me though. You have no idea what I went through when I found out you died. I was a wreck for months Erik!" She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. Those were the darkest times of her life. She almost didn't make it through. And all of it was a lie.

Erik reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Butter, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I swear to you I only did it to protect you. I know you're angry with me, and I understand, but I love you and I will do whatever I need to do to fix it. Just give me a chance and I will make it my life's work to make you happy."

Izzie shook her head, "It's not that simple Erik." His eyes widened as she spoke, desperation and resolve clear in his expression.

"What's the problem Izzie? I love you, and I know you love me too. Together forever, that's what we said."

The tears in her eyes fell over. "I thought you were dead Erik! Dead! I have a boyfriend, I love him. We can't pick up where we left off."

"A boyfriend huh?" Erik sat back calmly in his seat. 

Izzie nodded. "Yes. Like I said I came here for an explanation and closure. Nothing more, nothing less."

She moved to stand up and Erik gently grabbed her hand.

"That's fine, Butter, I'll win you back. We're meant to be, and I'll do whatever you need to make you see it again."

Izzie wrenched her hand away and gathered her things. Erik sat still, but there was a smirk forming on his face. The same smirk that sent butterflies to her stomach, that still made her weak in the knees. 

"Have fun with your distraction, Butter. I'll be right here when you're ready."

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[killmongersbootycall]

Spoiled Brat

I. Have. Never written something as nasty as this. I’m so proud of myself, but at the same time, I gotta go say 10 Hail Marys. The reader is black.

Description:

N’jadaka gets a little fed up with your attitude and tbh bitch, your ass shoulda known better than to be a whole ass brat. Punishment ensues.

(So many warnings man, Filth, Impregnation kink, Choking, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Lots of crying, Brat Taming tbh, Spanking if you squint, Humiliation, Punishment, Squirting, Daddy kink, MeanDaddy!N’jadaka, BrattySub!Reader, Black!reader, I’m going to hell, see y’all there.)

N’jadaka had been patient.

When he woke up this morning, you hadn’t been next to him. Matter fact, you weren’t even home. For some strange reason, without letting him know, you’d taken an early shift at work without letting him know before hand, leaving him worried as hell.

When you came home later on that afternoon, you hadn’t said a word of apology to him, but he made sure his body language showed that he was upset. Being the forgiving guy he was (yeah right), he gave up on the body language shit and started acting like normal.

The straw that broke the camels back though was when you were both watching a movie that evening. Your phone kept going off and whoever was texting you seemed to be funny as fuck cus they’d have you cheesing every time you picked up the device. Erik couldn’t help but be irritated, but once again, he decided not to say nothing. Instead, he slyly tried to get you to put the phone down.

“Baby, the light is bothering me every time you open that. You mind?” He asks sweetly, still watching the tv.

You glance at him at the corner of your eye and glare. “Um, yeah I mind. Close ya eyes if you’re bothered.” You reply then continue texting away.

N’jadaka goes silent. You don’t even see his hand come up till your phone is knocked outta your hand unto the couch. You turn you head to look at him, mouth agape.

“What the fuck?” You ask, picking up your phone.

“Put that shit down ‘fore I break it, Y/n.” He states, and you can see he’s not playing but you’re so irritated, you don’t care.

“Nigga no. It’s my fucking phone and guess what? You not my father.” You spit before getting up and stalking to the kitchen where you lean against the counter and text who you were texting.

Second later, N’jadaka is up and after you. You see him coming at the corner of your eye and move to get away, but you’re too late. Your phone is snatched out of your hand, and just as you open your mouth to protest, Erik’s other hand is at your throat, choking the hell outta you.

You sputter and your hand immediately goes to his arm, grabbing at it as you’re forced to go on your tiptoes to breathe. A wheezing gasp leaves you as he jerks you towards him, uncaring of how you struggle to breathe. His eyes are dark with anger and even though you know any girl in their right mind would be scared shitless, your body betrays that and you’re slightly turned on. Mostly angry, but slightly turned on.

“See, I don’t know what happened to make you such a bitch today, but I really don’t care no more. You been rude as fuck to me for no reason and I’ve been nothing but nice to your bratty ass.” He tells you as he slowly back you against the kitchen counter. His face is an inch away, so you not only hear every word, but he makes sure you feel it.

“You had me worried as hell this morning, and even after I called you at work a dozen fucking times, I didn’t get an apology or nothing. Now in the living room, you wanna be texting somebody and giggling and shit, knowing how I fucking get. Wanna be disrespectful when I nicely ask your ass to put the fucking phone down. Fuck that shit. You said I’m not your father, okay. But who the fuck am I?” He declares.

You choke helplessly around his palm on your throat, unshed tears swelling in your eyes. You smack at his arm, unable to answer. He loosens his grip and you inhale a gust of air so sharp, it’s like a razor against your senses. You blink as your finally able to breathe even though it’s through a constricted airway whistling oxygen into your deprived lungs.

“D-Daddy.” You gasp answering him, shuddering as his other hand that has now dropped your phone next to you on the counter slithers into your loose sweatpants and between your thighs.

A moan leaves you as his fingers start to move against your cloth covered mound, your legs shaking as pleasure courses through you. His head moves close and you whimper as his teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, then soothe the pain by suckling on it. His fingers move up then slip into your panties and a shuddering gasp leaves your lips when suddenly, two of his fingers sink into you.

“That’s right, I’m Daddy. Say it again. Who the fuck am I?” He growls, his fingers moving faster, every ridge and knuckle rubbing your sensitive insides.

Your legs shake and a broken sob leaves your lips. “Daddy! Daddy please, can I cum?” You start to beg, voice shaking in tune with your knees.

His lips are on your jaw now, kissing and biting on your skin, his fingers around your throat experimentally flexing tighter and looser, leaving you a mess as the lack of oxygen combines with the immense pleasure he’s causing down below.

He smirks against your skin. “Cum? Already?” He asks in a mocking tone.

Another sob leaves you as your hands that were around his arm on your neck move down to his other arm, gripping it as you grind down unto his fingers.

“Please Daddy! Feels so good! M’sorry for bef - fuck! - for before! Lemme cum Daddy, please!” You plead, moans leaving you as his palm grinds against your clit as he fingers you fast and hard.

“For before? Damn, I can’t remember. Remind me why you should be sorry.” He speaks against your skin, his fingers slowing when he senses that your about to cum.

You whimper and push your hips towards his palm, but his hand tightens around your throat in a warning and you listen, stilling your hips.

“I-I made you worry this morning, then I didn’t apologize. Then I was disrespectful on the couch. I-I’m sorry Daddy.” You whimper, panting as his palm grinds a little harder against you.

“Nah, you not done. Who the fuck was you texting?” He growls against your cheek, and his hand tightens again, making your breath hitch.

You whimper when he loosens his hand and when you open your eyes that you didn’t even know fell closed, his face is right in front of yours and he’s giving you the dirtiest glare you’ve ever seen on him. A shudder goes up your spine and you swallow before you answer.

“T-Tommie.” You whimper, practically begging him with your eyes to keep touching you.

His eyes go steel and his whole aura changes into someone that’s really gon choke ya ass to death if you don’t correct the little mistake it takes you a second to realize you made.

“Tommie the female! ‘IE’, not ‘Y’! The female, daddy.” You quickly correct, not in the mood to play with your life or the male Tommy’s life.

He stares at you for a moment, looking to see if your lying. When he’s satisfied, he gives you a slight smirk.

“You ain’t lying, are you?” He asks, his head cocking slightly to the side.

You shake your head vigorously, thrusting your hips towards his hand with a pleading look. He regards you for a moment, as if looking to see if your lying. He hums in satisfaction and you sob in relief when his fingers sink into you again.

You fingers tighten around his arm as you basically ride his fingers, the lewd sound of your sex squelching as his fingers sink into you over and over again, rubbing against your nerve sparked walls. You increasingly get louder and louder and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but the look N’jadaka gives you lets you know there ain’t no way in hell your gonna stop him from hearing you.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby.” He growls against your jaw, then your yanked away from the counter.

Everything is hazy as your body is sent into this spiral of wanton lust and need, and you don’t even realize your thrown unto the bed until N’jadaka yanks your sweats and panties down in one yank. You hastily yank your shirt off, leaving you completely nude. N’jadaka stares down at you with a carnal gaze that has you creaming. He reaches forward and grabs your legs and suddenly you’re yanked to the bottom of the bed so your bottom is hanging off. He kneels down and your legs are over his shoulders.

A moan leaves you as he bites harshly into your inner thigh, reveling in the way his teeth sink into your plush brown skin. He releases your skin and looks at your dripping pussy, then he moves forward and takes a wide lick. Your whole body shudders at the sensation and your hands find their way to your breasts as your man suckles against your clit. You let out a wail when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nub, sending sparks of euphoria up your spine. Your legs shake as he holds them open, his tongue dipping into you then over your clit over and over again. Your hands swoop down and grab unto his locks as your hips grind into his face. You shudder as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chant as you wail in pleasure.

N’jadaka’s grip on your thigh tightens painfully and you glance down at him, near blind from the tears pooling in your eyes. You see his sharp glare and a gasp of pain leaves you when one of his hands lifts and smacks your thigh.

“Hold that shit. You not cumming till I got this dick in you.” He says, muffled by your lower lips being sucked into his mouth.

Tears build in your eyes as his tongue rolls out and rubs against your clit in what feels like the alphabet, and before you know it, your hands are over your eyes as you sob and beg for mercy, knowing that if you cum without permission, which you’re about to, he’ll be merciless on you, either spanking you till you’re too weak to move away, or fucking you till you’re to weak to move away. Same result, both equally barbaric.

“P-please Daka! Shit! Daddy!” You beg, your hips moving on their own accord now, backing away from him. His head lifts up for a moment and you sigh in relief, but he glares at you.

“Y/n, shut up and let me eat. Try to run again and watch what I do to your ass.” He drops without remorse, then his head is back between your legs and he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a damn pacifier, ignoring the loud wailing above him and the way your legs are shaking like leaves.

Just as you’re sure your body is about to betray you and orgasm, he stops, but you’re loud angry sobbing doesn’t. Usually, when you cry like this, N’jadaka comforts you with a fiercity, pampering your spoiled ass till you forget why you were even crying. But at times like this however, you knew you only had a thin rope you were dangling on till his patience ran out and he really gave you something to cry about, like an ass you couldn’t sit on for a couple of days.

It only takes one dirty look and you control your sobs till you’re hiccuping like a grade schooler, and for a second, N’jadaka feels a little bad. He almost changes his mind and feels like maybe you deserve to cum. But then he remembers the shit your rude ass put him through today and he’s annoyed again and there ain’t no way in hell you’re escaping this punishment.

He leans up and you’re staring at him from between your legs, looking as aggrieved as ever, hands now clenching the sheets. His hand taps your hip as he talks.

“Move up on the bed. Then hold your legs up, against ya chest.” He commands and you obey without complaint, glorifying Bast when you realize he’s about to fuck the sanity out of you.

You feel slightly exposed when he stares down at your dripping folds for a moment too long, a whimper leaving you. His eyes look up and meet yours and he sees the embarrassment on your face as you look away from him. A fond smile slips unto his lips and he crawls unto the bed on his knees, hands bracing your legs up from behind your thighs where your own hands hold them up.

“Y/n, are you really acting shy right now?” He asks, and you can hear the slight humor in his voice.

You don’t answer him, looking anywhere but at him because this damn position, it always gets to you cus he can see everything. He knows what this does to you and you gotta say... you love him for it. You always liked a little humiliation in the bedroom, though you’d never really said it out loud. N’jadaka just knew. He knew you got soaking wet when he called you his bitch or his hoe. He saw the way your pupils would dilate when he told you to open your mouth so he could spit into it. He saw how it drove you crazy when he put you in really exposing positions and did filthy things to you.

A gasp leaves you along with an oh god when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your clit. You’re already so sensitive, so when he starts to rub just the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, in just a few minutes, you’re sweating and whining.

“Daddy, please fuck me. Please.” You plead, panting heavily when this time, the shaft of his cock slowly glides against your clit, every vein and throb being felt.

“Why? You wanna cum baby?” He asks, his own voice shaking slightly because all he wants to do is loose control and fuck you silly.

“Yes please daddy! Make me cum. I’m sorry about before so please lemme cum.” You beg, getting loud with the prospect of cumming looming over you.

“Fine. Soon as I put it in, you can cum. But that don’t mean I’m stopping for nothing. You wanna cum so bad, go ahead, but I’m not stopping till I get my nut.” He states, and then he’s pushing inside you.

Your mouth falls open as N’jadaka splits you open on his dick, every inch sliding into you with ease as your dripping walls accept him with glee, squeezing and pulsating around him. He feels it too by the look of utter bliss on his face. He looks like he’s gonna forget himself any moment and start moaning because damn, how are you so warm- no, hot. Like fucking melting chocolate and it takes a moment for him to not melt into you, but then he takes back control and he’s fucking you with sharp thrusts that leave you breathless.

The two of you maintain eye contact as he fuck you, his hips picking up in speed and force till he’s thrusting into you with jackhammering force that has your nails digging into the backs of your thighs as you make a visible effort not to scream. You know you’re not gonna last long until you cum.

Every thrust sends a filthy sound into the room, his dick forcing your juices out of you as it plunged in and out, pressing into your walls as they squeeze him. A wail leaves you and suddenly, one hand realeases your thigh and is gripping unto the sheets for dear life. Erik’s hand keeps it in place as he pounds into you, making you moan like a two cent whore.

He groans at the sight of you taking his dick so wonderfully, finally obeying him like you were fucking supposed to. One of his hands finds its way to your throat and now, not only is he murdering you with his dick, but now he’s choking you too and there’s no other way you’ve ever wanted to die but thisthisthis, this is why you were so bratty today.

You needed a brute fucking like this that you would feel for a couple of days, that you would feel every time you breathed and had a 99.9% chance of getting you pregnant. You cum so hard, you see stars.

Your mouth just falls open as you cum, and you wanna gasp, but N’jadaka’s hand is too tight around your throat. A wheezed yelp leaves you when his hand comes down and smacks your ass when your walls tighten around him so much, he’s barley able to move. Veins in his neck pop out as he nearly passes out with how fucking tight you are around him.

“Good girl. It’s not over though.” He pants, still fucking you with brute strength.

Tears fill your eyes and your hand comes up from the sheets and claws unto N’jadaka’s around your neck. He loosens his grip slightly so you can breathe and you inhale sharply, what sound like a broken sob leaving you. N’jadaka groans as he continues to fuck you through the throes of your orgasm and your legs have never shook this much. You’re not sure if you’ll ever walk again. Sounds that you’ve never made before leave you and he continues to slam into you.

“Daddyyyyy!” You cry when you feel another orgasm building and something unexpected makes you go over the cliff into another harrowing orgasm.

Erik has never smacked you in bed before, not on the face. If anyone would have asked you, you would have laughed at them and said even though you were a nasty vile creature of sin who wanted this man to do terrible things to you, smacking didn’t seem to be one of them. Well, you were wrong as hell. The sheer humiliation from him smacking you, the sting in your cheek, the sound of his skin hitting yours, that sends you over the ledge and you have the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. A loud, drawn out ‘fuck’ leaves you and you’re sobbing loudly again.

“Oh my God, Y/n.” N’jadaka hears himself whisper as he watches you squirt, his dick feeling the way you squeeze around him, dripping like ripe fruit as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands leave their stations and swoop down to his stomach where you start to attempt pushing him away.

“Can’t. Can’t. Please Daddy!” That’s all you can manage to say as he continues to thrust into you, and you mentally curse at this mans stamina.

“Hold on baby. Little more.” He answers, and from the way his voice is shaking and his hips are stuttering, he’s gonna cum any second now.

Thing is, you don’t have any second. If he doesn’t stop now, you’re gonna cum again, and you’re almost certain your heart will stop this time. You see it’s no use though. Your eyes flutter open again and then you see his face.

This man is the devil. He has a slight smirk on his lips and then you realize. This is it. This is your punishment. His plan is to make you cum again.

“N’jadaka, fuck! - hate you so much - oh goood!” You wail when his hand comes down and starts to rub hard circles into your engorged clit.

“You bouta be a good girl for a while after this. No more bratty shit.” He pants, using the last of his strength to pound into you, his dick pushing deeper than you’ve ever imagined, hitting that one spot that has your toes curling and your blood running hot.

It only takes half a dozen more thrusts like that and your screaming for god himself. Your hands fly up and are in his hair as you cry out over and over again. His head fits into the crook of your neck as he cums hard with a moan, hips stuttering as he fucks you both through your orgasm. The mess between your thighs is disgusting, just the way you both love it, and the kiss that follows it is equal in taste. All teeth and tongue, unholy in every aspect. He grinds his hips into you a few more times, enjoying your gasps and the way your hands tighten in his hair.

“M’sorry for everything baby.” You whisper as he kisses on your neck, suckling your salty skin.

“It’s okay baby girl. I love you.” He answers against your skin, the gentle-ish giant you know he is seeping into his voice.

His hips continue to undulate against yours and your thighs don’t even burn anymore, grown accustom to being spread for him to lay between. Your feet rest on the bed now.

“I love you too.” You reply, a smile sliding unto your face at everything he is. Your smile falters slightly when a moan leaves you as he grinds in a certain angle that catches against your clit.

“I need a second Daka.” You whine, going to pull away from him.

He smiles and nods and suddenly your flipped over and getting a massage. You roll your eyes and smile.

“I said a second. Not foreplay.” You say, voice muffled by the sheets.

He laughs and continues. “What ever do you mean?” He asks, playing dumb.

You giggle and relax into the massage as his fingers dig into every tense, wound up muscle. You know it’s just a matter of time before he gets off topic. His hands feels wonderful. They dig into your upper back, rubbing away all knots, then to your mid back, gently pressing and releasing, then lower again to your lower back where they rub and dig, banishing all tense muscles. Then they dip lower, rubbing, and lower, caressing, and lower, grabbing, and lower, gripping, and lower and oh... there we go.

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Yaaaalllll, what is wrong with me? How will I ever have kids, knowing their birth was a product of my disgusting ass having an impregnation kink? Like “honey, I’m glad you were born and all, but that’s because your daddy and I like playing with cum.” IMAGINE. Whew chile, the thought of it.

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed this. Took me like three days. Oof.

Drop lots of comments if you liked it and share with me what some of your kinks are. I’m dying to know.

Xoxo, Dove 🕊

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

(Minor Spanking, Minor Fondling, Angst, Flirting.)

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Chapter 4

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You’re a more than a little disappointed when for the next few days, Erik straight up ignores you as best as he can. What really grinds your gears though is how he pretends he can’t see how pissed off you are, no matter how much you show it. You hate it. The feeling of not getting your way. You always got what you wanted, be it through your fathers money or through your charms. Hell, even threats worked in your favor. But Erik was immune to it all, and that was really frustrating. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Yeah, he’s your bodyguard and he kinda has no choice in that but you craved it in another way. You wanted him to want you like everyone else did. It was the first time in your life someone didn’t react to you as everyone else did and that was beyond annoying.

Your yellow acrylic nails tap rhythmically against the table in front of you. You pop your gum loudly, ignoring the way customers seated in the fancy restaurant you were in flinched, glancing at you occasionally, disgust in their eyes. You glare at a particular woman who whispers to her husband about you and she stiffens and turns quickly back to her meal. Unbeknownst to you, it’s Erik’s glare from behind you that spooks her. You uncross and cross your legs under the table, getting impatient. Your father and his ‘wife’ were supposed to be at the table with you, but they both had to mysteriously use the bathroom at the same time.

The two come back to the table giggling, your fathers usually pristine hair a mess and his ‘wife’s’ face flushed. You roll your eyes, irritation rising in you and slight embarrassment due to the fact that Erik was here to see all this.

“Jam, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting to long. The line was... absurd.” Your father says, a guilty smile slipping into his face.

You love your father, so to keep the peace, you smile back at him and nod. “It’s no problem, daddy.” You reply sweetly.

He smiles back in satisfaction, his hand coming up to caress your cheek to which you beam at him. Your stepmother watches on with narrowed eyes.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat, bringing up a napkin to dab at her lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes and look at her.

Delores Manchester. At least, she used to be Manchester. You refused to acknowledge the fact that you both now shared the same last name. The woman was the devil in disguise. Your father had married her about two year ago and she would be another on his very, very long list of ex wives. Normally, you would never have bothered yourself in whatever new gold digger your father married, knowing they’d be around for a year at most, but Delores had lasted, and not only did that make you worry, but there was also something about her. She’d always sneak off to make phone calls, or disappear for days on end telling you father she had a business trip (obvious lie because what ex-model goes on business trips). Something about her was off, but in all honesty, you didn’t care enough to investigate. You just didn’t like the bitch, period.

“So, Jamilah honey-“

“Don’t call me honey.” You say interrupting her midsentence.

She falters and her eyes momentarily become cold but it’s just for a second, and then she’s beaming at you in that fake stepmother way stepmothers do when they’re trying to impress their husbands. Your father silently watches on, too pussy to say anything to his new wife.

“Ahem, Jamilah. How is everything with the business?” She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

You immediately get irritated. You had a side business running. A hair salon. The problem is that for some strange reason, it was like god didn’t wanna see you prosper, so there was always something wrong with the store. Mysterious fire. Robbery. Hell, y’all even had a lice outbreak once.

“It’s great. Business is booming.” You reply smugly.

A flash of amusement blooms in Delores’ eyes and you narrow yours at her for a second. It’s gone though. She nods with a plastic smile.

“That’s wonderful. About time really.” She says, a deeminging smirk on her face.

You feel your blood boil. “Excuse me?” You ask, finger digging into the table.

“I mean, some would say this idea of yours is the literal definition of insanity. All signs point to this... facility, of yours failing, and every time something heinous happens, you build it up from scrap again. I’m just worried as your mother, that’s all.” She states, all the while smiling and sipping.

You see red and you move to get up, but a hand on your shoulders sends you right back down to your seat and firmly holds you there. You turn around and see Erik looking at you with a cautious look, and you turn back around after taking a deep breath.

“Firstly, you’re not my mother. Second, don’t be worried about me and my business, we’re fine. Worry about how much longer your gonna keep your claws in my father cus from what I’ve seen over the years, your time is running out.” You reply, hate spewing into each word that comes from your mouth.

Your fathers hands slam the table. You jump and look at him. The whole restaurant has gone silent, and your father looks at you with anger in his eyes.

“That is enough. She’s asking because she cares Jamilah. Don’t you see that?” He asks, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes.

“But daddy, she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jam.” He interrupts. You fall silent, and Erik’s hand on your shoulder softens, almost comforting you.

Tears well in your eyes and you get up from the chair, the sudden movement making Delores jump. You glare at her then at your dad before snatching up your purse and practically running out of there. You run to the main entrance and exit, then whip your phone out and call your limo driver. You wait for the limo not even noticing Erik behind you.

He clears his throat, not liking the awkward atmosphere. You turn around and see that its him, and a wave of anger comes over you. You dont mean to do it, but you immediatley take your anger out on him.

“What the hell makes you think you can touch me? What was that in there? You seem to forget that I’m the one who fucking pays you. I’m the one who lets you have food on your fucking table. Keep pissing me off and I will fire your ass faster than you can say ‘oops’.” You yell at him. At the end of your rant, your panting loudly.

Erik’s face is blank, and bored with the lack of reaction from him, you turn away from him with a huff. Behind you though, Erik silently seethes, and it takes the strength and patience of his ancestors not to each you the lesson you so deprately deserve. The limo pulls up and you step in, sitting far away from Erik. Erik enters and sits, still not speaking.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Your driver asks from the pane that seperates you from him. 

“Anubis. Step on it. I’m tryna get drunk tonight.” You reply with an eyeroll.

You hear a scoff next to you and turn your head just as Erik speaks.

“No you not. Straight home, Reggie. Thank you.” Erik says, then closes the pane.

You stare at him baffled. “Um, ex-fucking-scuse me? I said Anubis and I meant that shit.” You seethe, leaning forward to open the pane. 

Eriks hand stops you, yanking you back to your seat. You gasp when your butt makes impact with the chair and turn to look at Erik. 

“Sit down and shut up. You’re going home.” He says then looks away.

You’re reaction is instant. You hand collides with his cheek hard, a smacking sound resonating through the back seat. Your palm stings from the contact, so your sure Erik felt it. He doesn’t move for a second, just staring ahead, then his head turns towards you. His hand moves to the pane and opens it, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Reggie?” 

“Yes?”

“When I close this, this shit becomes sound proof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aight, just checking.” The hand on the pane shuts it, then moves away.

In a sudden movement, Erik grabs you and you squeal as your sent sprawling over his lap. You bring your arms to brace yourself while asking what the hell he’s doing, but those arms are grabbed and yanked behind you, held securely against your back by one of Erik’s hands. You struggle and kick, but it’s useless.

“What the fuck? Let me up Erik!” You scream, feeling your face go hot from both the position your in and rage.

“Shut up.” He says, calm as can be.

You buck and fight, trying your hardest to get free from this man.

“You can’t talk to me like that you fucking bitch! Let me go right now! Erik, right no-“

Smack!

All thoughts in your head halt, as do the words leaving your mouth. It takes a second for you to register that the loud smack you heard and the stinging pain on your ass correlate. You look at the black leather car seat in shock.

“When I say something Jamilah, I mean that shit.” He grits, repharasing your words in a way that would usually leave you seething, but you’re in too much shock to react.

Seconds go by without you saying anything, but then common sense seeps back into you.

“Erik, let me up.” You say, and it borderline sounds like your begging because you didn’t mean for your voice to be that soft.

“No. Now shut up.” He repeats.

Your anger flares again and you put your head up to say something but another slap lands on your ass and all that leaves you is a gasp of pain.

You lay there silently for what seems like forever but is only a couple of seconds, and what brings you back to your senses again is the feeling of Erik pulling your skirt up.

“No wait!” You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to go free again.

He ignores you and pulls it up anyway, leaving your black lace panty covered ass on display. You whimper and struggle again, but it’s futile, so you give up, slumping against him.

Your breath hitches when his fingers are suddenly against your clit, your panties the only thing blocking him. You want to yell at him and ask him what he’s doing, but what leaves your mouth is a keen of need instead. His fingers don’t move much, just pressing slightly over and over again, and he’s so quiet, you don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

Erik watches as your thighs spread open more, as if inviting him. That, and the sound of his name slipping from your lips in an airy, hungry tone snap him back to reality. His hand moves and your skirt is pulled back down.

Your hands are realeased and your pushed back up. Your eyes try to meet his, but he’s doing everything to avoid yours. You stare at him for a moment, your hands fidgeting, and as you open your mouth to comment on what just happened, Reggie’s voice fills the back.

“We’ve arrived, Madam.” He says.

You glance out the window and see people walking in and out of the building you reside in. This is usually a normal sight, but what makes a frown of confusion and curiosity slip onto both yours and Erik’s face is the fact that some of these people are obvious law enforcement while others have the word ‘coroner’ in large yellow print on the back of their navy jackets.

Your door opens and you startle, then you notice Erik had exited and was opening up your door for you. Your eyes meet his. His deep brown pools capture you in their gaze and for a moment, you’re distracted by the havoc moving in and out of the building you live in. You distinctly see his lips move and your snapped back to reality.

“What?” You ask stupidly.

Erik holds back a smile and repeats himself. “I said come out the car Jamilah.”

You nod and step out unto the side walk, then turn towards your building where a line of freaking yellow tape is being drawn. Your eyes widen and you walk towards the doors, only to be stopped by a cop.

“Um, sorry, but you’re gonna have to take your... business, elsewhere Hon.” He says, his eyes on your cleavage the whole time.

You feel your blood boil at the assumption that your a prostitute. What made it all the more upsetting is that you weren’t even dressed like a working girl normally would. This was an expensive ass dress that met the top of your knees. The assumption was based clearly off the color of your skin and that made you wanna rip this pigs head off. You open your mouth to speak but your stopped when Erik takes a step next to you.

“She lives here.” He plainly explains, his eyes trained on the cop with a glare that would freeze hell.

The cop barely holds back his scoff, but his eye roll makes it clear that he doubts your residence. You stare at the cop, arms crossing ass you prepare to tear him a new one, but your interrupted.

“Madam! What is happening here? Officer, let her in right this instant!” Timothy, the manger of said establishment berates, ushering the cop away from the entrance in order to let you in.

The officers shock couldn’t be more apparent, and an ugly hue of pink rises to his face, further reddening his already flushed tone. Erik visibly holds back his words, his jaw working away as he grits his teeth in rage. His hand finds its way to the dip of your back as he turns to walk in but you stop. You turn to the officer who stares at you in distaste and you pull out a card from your purse. You hand it to him and with a sneer, you tell him to expect a call from that number. You turn and walk away heading for the front desk with Erik in tow, and behind you, you miss the blood drain from the officers face as he reads the number of the city’s mayor.

The desk worker smiles and immediately attends to you, walking back to bring you your mail. Meanwhile, you watch the chaos around you. At the bar, not so far from where you and Erik are standing, different people do different tasks, dusting for prints, bagging what appears to be eveidence of some sort, talking animatedly. You listen in on a conversation a waiter is giving to what seems to be a detective.

“- and he just starts convulsing. First, I thought he was having a fit or something, but then the foaming at the mouth turns red and soon he’s just choking on his own blood. Everyone that had run to help him panics thinking it was ebola or some shit like that. Fucking scared the hell out of me, that’s for sure. I ran to the kitchen like my ass was on fire.” He explains animatedly.

“And did you notice anything unusual?” The detective asks, jotting notes.

“Nah. Like I said, ass on fire.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

You turn back to the desk clerk and collect your mail, sifting through it as you turn away from her. You walk towards the elevators and for a while on your way up, you forget that Erik is even there. That is of course until you get to your room.

You look up when you hear a throat clear. You glance at him and register that he’s been there the whole time. Then of course, flashes of what happened in the car come flooding your mind and if you were pigmented challenged, you’d be a bright red color.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He says.

“Um yeah.” You reply, and you mentally curse yourself for being so dry.

The silence following is slightly awkward. You break it.

“What was that in the car?” You ask, suddenly brave.

Erik balks, not expecting the question, but he quickly answers.

“Honestly, you pissed me off.” He says, nonchalant in a way that aggravates you.

“So that makes you think it’s okay to put your hands on me?” You hiss, frown forming on your face.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. He takes a step towards you and the effect is instant. You stiffen and basically break your neck to maintain eye contact. Erik gazed down at you with a look so intense, you can’t help the shuddered sigh that leaves you. His dimples come out to dazzle, a little smirk forming on his lips.

“Baby, if I was putting hands on you, you’d know.” He speaks deeply, and though there’s no reason for you to take this in a filthy way, that’s all that you hear and it’s sets you on fire.

You stutter as you attempt to answer but he takes a step back, still smirking. He presses in the button for the lobby.

“Goodnight Jamilah.”

Just as you were about to speak, the elevator door closes in your face, and you left in the silence of your apartment.

“Huh.”

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Catching His Eye (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eksA52FfGS Your friends finally get you out of the house and onto the dancefloor! But, you catch the eyes of a predator or man who changes your life forever.

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

NEW FIC ALERT 🚨 CHAPTER 1 BELOW

Yeeeeer!

So I decided to start writing this cus I’ve always wanted to be a spoiled rich girl. Anywho, the OC has a name, but it’ll be written in 2nd POV ( the usual, ‘you cried’ and ‘you stare in shock’). The OC is Black. Fuck you thought this was? Anyways, this gon have some nasty sex in it, like, take your ass to church type shit. Like, kinky, legs wide open, uterus fucked to rib cage type shit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

There will be smut, like, heavy shit. Not for everyone. I’m a filthy bastard. There might be some violent undertones. Scary shit will occur. Also, there might be need for a trigger warning. I’ll let y’all know.

Now.... begin!

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Chapter 1

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An irritated sigh leaves your mouth, an eye roll quick to follow. You glance at the time on your phone and frown at the fact that you’ve been sitting here for over an hour because your idiot of an assistant is unable to choose proper candidates for your body guard position.

You stare at the yellow wallpaper next to the double doors, ignoring the interview questions your assistant gives the obviously nervous man in front of you. Time passes as you stare blankly at the wall, thinking about how annoying it is that your father fired your other bodyguards.

The whole thing was ridiculous. So you went on a little joy ride while slightly intoxicated. Big whoop. Yeah, it was dangerous, but you did apologize for it. But then Daddy had to fire your guards for not taking good enough care of you. Cue the eye roll. Even worse, he took away not one, but two of your credit cards. The horror of it all.

“Ahem. Miss Jamilah.”

You brought back to reality by your assistant who stares at you nervously. You roll your eyes and turn back to the prospective bodyguard who at this point is shaking in his boots. You raise an eyebrow then speak.

“No.” You state, then look back down at your phone and continue surfing your Instagram feed.

You hear a frustrated sigh from your assistant followed by a small sob from the failed body guard in front of you as he’s ushered out by security.

“Next is Erik Stevens. Former Navy Seal, M.I-“

“Blah blah, shit, just send him in.” You say, waving her off.

She sighs quietly then nods at security to let him in. The door opens and you hear foot steps as someone’s approaches your table. You don’t bother to look up, typing away at your phone.

“Mister Stevens, this is Miss Jamilah.” She introduces.

You see a hand appear above your phone. You roll your eyes and look up to give this person the dirtiest look you can muster but you freeze.

Lord have mercy.

It’s pretty hard to get you speechless, but the sight of this man had your panties instantly wet. Strong jaw, thick ass lips, and skin that was just begging for you to run your fingers against it. You stare up at him, thanking good for your dark skin tone because if you were white, the heat in your cheeks would bloom into a scorching red.

“Um, Miss Jamilah?”

Your thrown out of your speechlessness at the slightly amused voice of your assistant. You clear your throat and meet his palm with yours, engaging in a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” He says.

Jesus take the wheel. How his voice gon sound this good?

“Nice to meet you too.” You reply, thanking god your voice didn’t shake.

He lets go of your hand and takes a couple steps back to face your assistant and her questions. Their voices fade as you prop your head up on your palm. You stare at Erik as he answers her questions, his hands behind his back as he stood with his legs spread apart in a typical military position. Your eyes scan him from top to bottom, the tell tale moisture in your panties indicating that your body liked what you saw. You’re eyes are stuck on his abdomen, visualizing what he looks like underneath that black turtle neck.

“-lah. Miss Jamilah!”

You break out of your gaze, jumping slightly in your seat. You turn and face your assistant who is holding back a smirk. You clear your throat and roll your eyes.

“What?” You ask nonchalantly, looking down at your phone, typing at a blank screen.

“What’s your decision?” She asks, her fingers clicking against her clipboard.

You feel your heart thump in your chest for a moment, and you glance up to look at Erik. His eyes are on you, intense and he has a knowing look on his face. You clear your throat and look away, typing at nothingness again.

“Sure.” You reply, but your assistant knows it’s a yes.

She does a slight hop for joy, then turns to Erik smiling brightly, holding her hand out to him.

“Congratulations Mister Stevens, you got the job.” She says, shaking his hand.

He smirks and nods, thanking her, but at the corner of his eye as your assistant speaks to him, he stares at you as you type away at your phone. You tuck your hair behind your ear and continue typing, and he sees an average young woman. How can someone so sweet looking have a reputation like yours?

Well, he was about to find out.

chapter 2

[killmongersbootycall]

The amount of BTS fans that are also in the Killmonger/T’challa Fandom is hilarious.

We know a talented gut rearranger when we see one and we stan. Peace be with y’all.