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

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

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

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

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

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A half a year from then and here you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until now that is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re fucking gorgeous.

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

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

“You shaking all that for me?”

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

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

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

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

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

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

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

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

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

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

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

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

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

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

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

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

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

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

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

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

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

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

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

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

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BRIDGERTON

Simon Basset

Burn

Series

How I Met Your Auntie - Sam Wilson Mini Series

Part 1

Runnin’ Me Dry - Killmomger x Black!OC ( HIATUS )

Act 1: While We’re Young

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[reelwriter19]

Masterlist

Kevin Atwater

Resurfaced 

Happy Birthday

Black and Blue

Smooth(ie)

Stay

Erik Stevens

Lights Out

A Better Man

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[sonofnjobu]

Say My Name: Epilogue

A/N: So here we are. The end. Thanks for sticking through this with me, everyone. This heavily references the first chapter in case you want to go back and read it. 

Summary: You’re back where you started: the club where you and Erik first met.

CW: If you don’t know by now that this shit hurts your feelings, I don’t know what to tell you.

[Part 8]

“General, are you sure you want to do this? We can send someone else in.”

You ignored the Captain as you leaned out of the passenger’s side door and slipped your heels on. You grabbed your clutch from the floor and stood, closing the door behind you.

“Just be careful,” he urged you, exasperation in his voice. “He is dangerous. Highest military ranking. Hundreds of confirmed kills, approaching the thousands…”

You snapped your hand mirror closed, satisfied with your lipstick, and turned to face the captain sharply.

“Is there someone more qualified than me to handle this target, brother?” you sneered. “Do you want to do this yourself?”

Despite your higher rank, your older brother had never stopped babying you. At some point he needed to acknowledge your qualifications and give you the respect you deserved. You were more than ready to handle this target. You’d had your eye on him for years.

The captain stepped back, shaking his head as he raised his hands in submission.

“I will be right out here waiting for you. If you’re not out in two hours, I’m coming in!” He tapped pointedly on the communication bead on his wrist. You felt as if he’d just given you a curfew.

“I can handle this, brother. He is one of us.”

At that, you turned and strode gracefully towards the entrance of the club. Your brother leaned up against the hood of the car, watching you disappear in to the darkness. He clicked a Kimoyo bead and the 2-hour countdown began.

The club was jumping. Hot, thick air clung to you as you maneuvered through the sea of gyrating bodies. You scanned the crowd carefully, catching glimpses of different faces briefly illuminated by flashing lights. This was an ineffective way to locate your target, so you began to climb the staircase to the second floor, your hips swinging sensually as you ascended.

You stalked across the balcony, dragging your hand along the cool metal railing. You looked down upon the mass of sweaty club goers and murmured to yourself.

“I know you’re here. Come out and play.”

Moments later you spotted him.

He was standing casually against the bar, nursing a whiskey, eyes trained on you. Seems he had seen you first.

He arched an eyebrow and lifted his chin slightly as if challenging you. You smiled coyly down at him and leaned over the railing, perfectly framing your cleavage.

This was way too easy.

He set his drink down on the bar and made his way to you, cutting quickly through the crowd. He jogged lightly up the stairs and was soon face to face with you. He leaned in and shouted over the thundering music.

“The name’s Erik!”

You looked him up and down appreciatively before responding.

“I know.”

Erik’s cheeks pushed his eyes into slits when he smiled. Rows of white teeth and gold capped fangs flashed at you before he licked his lower lips.

“Aight. So what’s your name, ma?” He reached for your hips, but you stopped him, lightly grabbing his wrist.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” you purred. You led him back down to the dance floor, looking back at him with teasing glances every now and then. Erik followed you earnestly, his eyes raking hungrily over your curves.

You pulled him in to the middle of the crowd and began to dance against him. He was both impressed and taken aback by your confidence. You’d come in to the club completely alone and strutted like you owned the place. Your skin glowed under the flashing purple and blue lights and your natural hair bounced as you danced.

You were a different breed if Erik had ever seen one.

You whined your hips against him and he followed your movements effortlessly. It was like the two of you were made for each other… two pieces that fit together perfectly. You felt him grow hard underneath his pants and you couldn’t deny that you’d been wet since you’d seen him. You bent over and shook your ass, giving him a view of what was to come before flipping your hair back and making your way up.

You spun around and placed your hands on his chest. You felt the scars beneath his sweat soaked shirt.

Erik watched your face as your fingers traced the raised tissue. There was a sort of curiosity and understanding. Typically, women shrunk away from him until he explained that it was traditional art. Even then they were hesitant. You seemed to already know what they were and that made him want you more.

Erik pushed your hair out of your face and spoke in your ear again. You felt his voice rumble through his chest and the heat of his breath ghost past your neck. You shivered.

“Do you want to see them?”

You nodded, feeling a sudden pull deep in your gut.

Erik took your hand and led you to the bathroom. The two of you almost ran through the crowd to get to the door.

Erik wrenched it open and practically threw you inside.

The pounding dance music instantly dulled when the door shut behind you. Suddenly, in this packed club on a Saturday night, it was just the two of you.

Erik’s lips crashed to yours.

You brought your hands to his face and pulled him as close to you as you could while his tongue explored your mouth. You couldn’t get enough of him. The two of you hardly breathed as you ravaged one another and you didn’t want the moment to end.

Erik pulled away for air and you rested your forehead against his.

Your panting quickly turned to shuddering breaths as you began to cry.

Erik kept his forehead pressed to yours, but his eyes were tightly shut, a pain knit across his face.

“Erik,” you whispered.

“Hey, babe,” he replied. “I’m guessing you found my gift.”

Your eyes flitted to his, large moonlike saucers brimming with tears.

“Yeah,” you choked out. You reached for a paper towel and dragged it across your face. You were a War Dog. The Queen of Wakanda. You didn’t cry.

“You can’t stay long,” Erik informed you. “But I’m glad you came.”

The sounds of the club on the other side of the door were slowly fading away. The tiny bathroom stall suddenly felt even smaller.

“Why did you leave?” you demanded of him. “Why would you leave me there?! By myself!” You slammed your hands against his chest and he took it. “We were going to start a family, N’Jadaka! You chose to throw it away!”

The tears threatened your eyes again and you hastily wiped them away. You didn’t come here to cry. You didn’t come here to be angry with him.

“I could have saved you! Had you waited just a few more minutes... if you had just fucking TRUSTED ME!”

Erik gripped your shoulders tightly and looked down at you from behind his loose dreads.

“I do trust you, Y/N. I trust that you’ll finish what we started. I trust that you’ll make an amazing Queen and Black Panther. I trust that you’ll make a great mother.”

You pulled back from him and scoffed angrily.

Did he just expect you to move on with your life? He gets to leave you and you have to find some other guy and start a family with him?

“What are you talking about?”

Erik smiled knowingly at you. He shrugged.

“So six kids was a bit excessive. How does one sound?”

You were confused. You started to question what he meant when your Kimoyo beads lit up. Your brother’s face materialized from your wrist.

“General, It’s been two hours. It’s time to go.”

You looked back and forth between your brother’s face and Erik’s. The bathroom walls began to blur, fading away piece by piece.

“No! No!” you repeated. You weren’t done. That was barely any time at all.

You reached out for Erik, unsure of what was going on.

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He pressed his lips to yours one final time. They weren’t warm like before. You could hardly feel him.

“Name her after my mother, okay?” Erik asked before he faded in to blackness.

--

You woke up with a sudden shuddering breath. You felt as if your soul had crashed back in to your mortal body after visiting the ancestral plane. You were disoriented and scared. You frantically reached around in the darkness of the cave you’d taken refuge in after fleeing the castle only hours before. You knocked over the mortar and pestle you’d used to crush up the heart shaped herb and you slowly figured out where you were.

The effects of the herb ran through you. You felt strong. You felt lethal. You could get up right now, return to the palace and claim the throne that was rightfully Erik’s. The one he’d sat upon merely days before.

But for now you would rest.

You laid down and curled up to try to sleep. You found yourself absentmindedly stroking your stomach. Erik had made sure he’d live on once he was gone. He was always two steps ahead.

You laid your hand flat against your newly pregnant belly, thankful that someone was there with you in the darkness.

“Hey, baby.”

A/N: I think I implied in Part 3 that her brother got ganked during the rogue War Dog Raids. So yeah, he’s also dead. Happy family reunion.

[Masterlist]

#Erik #Erik Killmonger #Erik Killmonger smut #Erik Killmonger x reader #Erik Killmonger x you #smutmonger #Killmonger #Erik Killmonger fanfiction #Killmonger fanfiction #Killmonger smut #Killmonger x reader #Killmonger x you #Killmonger x black reader #Black reader #Black!reader #Black female reader #chubby reader #Erik Stevens #Erik Stevens x reader #Erik Stevens x you #Erik Stevens Fanfiction #N'Jadaka #N'Jadaka Udaku #N'Jadaka fanfiction #N'Jadaka x reader #black panther #Black panther fanfiction #Black Panther smut

[camdentown-library]

𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

☕ = Fluff 🥯 = Smut 🥨 = Angst 🟠 = One-shot 🟣 = Headcanon ☀️ = Male x Female 🌙 = Female x Female

𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉

male!Eivor the Wolfkissed

Sober ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Eivor ☕🥯🟣☀️

Holding Hands ☕🟠☀️

You hurt me first ☕🥨🟠☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Ivarr Ragnarsson

Dancing with the beast  ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Ivarr ☕🥯🟣☀️

How Ivarr behaves when he falls in love with the reader ☕🥯🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Sigurd Styrbjornson

Sleeping with Sigurd ☕🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Basim Ibn Ishaq

Sharing clothes ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Basim ☕🟣☀️

Hytham

Sleeping with Hytham ☕🟣☀️

Yusuf Tazim

Are you cold? ☕🟠☀️

Ubba Ragnarsson

female!Eivor Varinsdottir

Tyr

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Federico Auditore da Firenze

Bartolomeo D’Alviano

Niccolò Machiavelli

Malik Al-sayf

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Sean Macguire

🌺 + Sean ☕🟠☀️

Arthur Morgan

🥶 + Arthur ☕🟠☀️

Dutch Van der Linde

🤬 + Dutch 🥨🟠☀️

John Martson

Bill Williamson

Lenny Summers

Javier Escuella

Kieran Duffy

Flaco Hernandez

Josiah Trelawny

Eagle Flies

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝕶𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙

Kung Lao

One, None and One Hundred Thousand ☕🥨🟠☀️

Liu Kang

Raiden

Fujin

Hanzo Hasashi

Kuai Liang

Kano

Erron Black

Kabal

𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 / 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙

Thranduil

My guardian spirit ☕🟠☀️

Feren

Lindir

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝕮𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

Loki

A series of absurd coincidences ☕🟠☀️

Helmut Zemo

Bath-time with Zemo ☕🥯🟣☀️

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Bucky

Sam Wilson

Vision

Doctor Strange

Erik Killmonger

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗

Ah Sahm

Young Jun

Bolo

Wang Chao

Li Yong

Zing

Bill O’Hara

Richard Henry Lee

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[tatestripedsweater]

* = Smut, ¥ = Angst, + = Fluff (One Shots Only)

A/N: I don’t write for all the Marvel Characters only the ones I feel the most comfortable or confident in writing for

Marvel Masterlist

Agent Mobius

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Beast (Hank McCoy)

Headcanon’s

Dating Hank

One Shots

Drabbles

Black Panther (T’Challa)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

Headcanon’s

Dating Natasha (GN)

One Shots

Drabbles

Baron Helmut Zemo

Headcanon’s

Morning Sex with Zemo

Taking a bath with Zemo

Being Zemo’s sugar baby

One Shots

Falling (Zemo x Fem!Reader)*

Drabbles

Cyclops (Scott Summers)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Captain America (Steven ‘Steve’ Grant Rogers)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Falcon/Captain America (Sam Wilson)

Headcanon’s

Polyamorous relationship with Bucky and Sam (Male!Reader)

Dating Sam GN!Reader

One Shots

Drabbles

Havok (Alexander Summers)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Hulk (Robert Bruce Banner)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Howard Stark (Young)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Hela

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Iron Man (Anthony ‘Tony’ Edward Stark)

Headcanon’s

Dating Tony

Sex with Tony (Fem!Reader)

One Shots

Drabbles

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes // Winter Solider

Headcanon’s

Sex with Bucky (1940’s)

Sex with Bucky (Modern)

Bucky as a father

Polyamorous relationship with Bucky and Sam (Male!Reader)

One Shots

Never Forget (1940s!Bucky x Fem!Reader)*¥

Drabbles

Loki Laufeyson

Headcanon’s

Protecting Loki in a fight

One Shots

Jack Frost (GN!Reader)

Drabbles

Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr)

Headcanon’s

Dating Erik and having trouble speaking due to anxiety/nerves

Being German and dating Erik

One Shots

Drabbles

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner)

Headcanon’s

Dating Kurt

Movie day with Kurt

One shots

Drabbles

Professor X (Charles Xavier) - Young

Headcanon’s

Charles being romantic

Charles taking your virginity (Fem!Reader)

One Shots

Drabbles

Quicksilver - Pietro Maximoff (Avengers)

Headcanon’s

Thigh riding with Pietro

One Shots

Drabbles

Quicksilver - Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Headcanon’s

Dating Peter and Having Telekinesis

Peter comforting you

Sex with Peter (GN!Reader)

Raising a child with Peter

Spoiling Peter

Being Peters teenage child

Submissive Peter

Sleeping with Peter

One Shots

Love Department (Peter x Male!Reader)+

Sweet Tooth (Peter X Female!Reader)*

Drabbles

First date with Peter

Clingy Peter

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

Headcanon’s

First time having sex with Wanda

One Shots

Drabbles

Spider-Man (Toby!Peter Parker)

Headcanons

One Shots

Drabbles

Spider-Man (Andrew!Peter Parker)

Headcanons

One Shots

Drabbles

Spider-Man (Tom!Peter Parker)

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Drabbles

Thor Odinson

Headcanon’s

Being Thor’s Twin (GN!Reader)

Being Thor’s best friend on Earth (GN!Reader)

One Shots

Drabbles

Vision

Headcanon’s

One Shots

Love Circuit (Vision x GN!Reader)

Drabbles

Venom/Eddie

Headcanon’s

Venom giving oral (Female Reader)

One Shots

Drabbles

#;Masterlist

[jotunn-loki]

my king

FANDOM: marvel, mcu, black panther PAIRING: erik killmonger x female!reader RATING: explicit, NS//FW!!! WARNINGS/KINKS:  throne sex, praise kink, daddy kink, bj, power dynamics, blackmail? ish? a little at the end that’s implied ig

SUMMARY: An ally of the royal family, you were sent on a stealth mission to gather intel on the new Wakandan Empire with Nakia, but when she escapes without you, you are left behind and must...face the consequences.

NOTE: I just re-watched Black Panther last night and I couldn't stop thinking about erik stevens/killmonger, especially an au where he wins and holds power over well, everything??? so then i wrote this at 3am lmao. Reader is female and on the chubbier side:)

You are kneeled in front of your king, weight digging into the solid cold tile of the throne room’s floor, making you grimace in pain. It feels like you’ve been here for hours, even though it’s just a few minutes, and you know that it’s probably because of the way Killmonger’s hand is on the back of your neck, grip squeezing you gently, a wicked smirk on his face. “Looking pretty down there, princess.”

Of course, you are not a princess, but you appreciate the sentiment. And the pet name, which seems to be a favorite of his. You know only too well how Shuri would most likely destroy you on the spot right now for “stealing” her title—or at least get Okoye to do it for her—but right now, that doesn’t matter. Shuri’s fond annoyance can wait...or what would be fond annoyance if you were in anything but this situation. Fond annoyance would be reserved for you butting in to respond to someone addressing her, maybe teasing her in front of the Avengers. That’s what fond annoyance would be for.

Not for anything like this.

Because right now, you’re not sure that if Shuri, much less anyone else in the royal family, knew where you were, she would ever talk to you again. They ordered you on a stealth mission with Nakia to infiltrate Erik Killmonger’s tightly-secured nucleus of the Wakandan Empire, and yet, here you are on your knees before him, staring up at him as he imposes over you with heavily lidded eyes that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

It’s not that your mission has...failed, per se. You managed to get Nakia to the vaults she needed to access in order to re-transmit the old intel from before Wakanda’s takeover, and she slipped by you with practiced ease, giving you a terse yet respectful nod of her head and slight smile. You had both been extremely stressed; you couldn’t blame her.

And now she has escaped. You hope. You were not so lucky, instead dragged to the throne room and unceremoniously dumped before Erik Killmonger like a discarded whore. Maybe that had been the point.

The chamber is empty now, and every harsh pant of your breath can be heard echoing across the tiles. It’s beautiful, and ironic, and you wish that in another life, you could be here under pleasanter circumstances.

“Know why I brought you here? ‘Stead of killing you on the spot?” Killmonger suddenly asks, and his grip on the back of your neck tightens. You groan in pain, but also because this is somehow extremely arousing, and for a third reason, too: you are ashamed of your own bodily reaction.

Gasping out a breath, you say, “No. Why did you, my king?” Another sharp intake of breath as Killmonger draws you in, free hand drifting to your ass and pinching it. You wince, shame flooding through you along with arousal, and you let out a small whine.

Killmonger’s smirk widens. His actions have told you answer enough.

You are practically on his lap now—well,  just your head is, for your knees are still pressed stubbornly into the tile. And this lap… His legs are spread wide, even wider than usual to accommodate your head being pulled between them, chin tilted up to stare at him defiantly.

As if he can sense your thoughts, he shifts his hips, slouching lower in the throne so that his crotch is almost pressed in your face. “Huh, princess? This what you want? My fat cock in your mouth?”

You moan, practically salivating at his words, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “M-My king—”

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you mumble.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear.”

“Fuck me, daddy!” you nearly scream, this time unable to stay quiet, as he has quietly slipped his fingers beneath the band of your underwear and is now ghosting over your clit in a tease. Fuck, you want him so badly, despite the ruin he’s brough to Wakanda and the whole world. It only makes you feel more ashamed, and that alone sends another burning spike through you.

With your admission, Killmonger grins. “That’s right, babygirl. Beg for your king.” You moan as his fingers begin to stretch you open, large and thick, preparing the way for his cock, for right now, you are nothing but a vessel for him to empty himself into, a fucktoy, a lost spy whose last chance at survival is to cum on the cock of the most powerful man in the world.

“Use me however you want me,” you beg, nearly a whisper.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Aight then, if you say.” His reluctance is not nearly as convincing as he would have it seem, however, for the statement is followed by him pushing your head back to the ground so forcefully that it hurts, and then pulling his fingers out of you with a slick sliding sound, arms coming to rest on either armrest of the throne he sits in.

He looks down at you and spreads his legs just a little further. “How ‘bout if you can get me close to cumming, I’ll fuck you, how’s that, princess?”

Quicky, you nod. You’ll do whatever it takes to please him, even if that means taking him in a whole nother way.

His lips twist to the side as if to say, well get to it, then, and you do, hands flying to undo his pants and push away the sides of the long robe he’s wearing. Soon, his cock finally springs free, and you grasp in eagerly, giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth, tongue dancing along it skillfully.

It’s not long before Killmonger takes control, though, and it becomes less of you giving him a blowjob and more of him fucking your face, dick pumping against the back of your throat furiously and without mercy. He is always without mercy. You choke on his length and size, but that only empowers him further, and he grins as he takes your hand and presses it down onto himself, making you bob along at his pace.

That’s new, and you feel like you can’t breathe, but that only serves to make you even wetter, so you let him continue to fuck your mouth, and when a thick pulse courses through his cock, you can tell he’s close, so you tear your head away before he can cum.

“Fuck,” Killmonger curses, breathing heavily. The part in his robes reveals his chest, heaving with his near-orgasm, and cautiously, you run your hand across it, feeling each of the burn scars against the skin of your palm. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt, but it only intrigues you.

Finally, with wide, pleading eyes that you can only hope look bratty, you meet his gaze again. “Will you fuck me now, my king?”

“I did promise you, princess,” he admits, dabbing at his own precum and prodding your lips with his wet finger. You open your mouth to lip, cleaning his fingers with a skillful tongue. “But you better take those clothes off.”

Though feeling a little self-conscious, you do, unwrapping the basotho blanket from your neck and the tighter layers underneath. Finally, you slip off your undergarments, leaving you bare in front of him.

Erik Killmonger’s eyes travel slowly when he’s assessing a situation, and this time, it’s no different, his gaze appreciative as it lingers on the curves of your hanging breasts and the swell of your hips and ass. “Come over here, babygirl,” he says to you, nearly a whisper, and you do, about to kneel in front of him when he stops you with a soft kiss to your lips and a hand clenching a cheek of your thick ass. “None ‘a that, now. I didn’t kill you for a reason, right?”

“I, uh—” You break off in confusion, unsure of where he’s headed. Didn’t he just want someone to fuck the shit out of? And you were there, so willing, so eager?

He smirks as he realizes that you have no idea what he’s talking about. “We’ll worry about that later, princess. Right now, I’mma fuck you senseless.”

Your pussy clenches at his words, and he grins at that, grabbing you and pressing you onto his lap so that your legs are folded on either side of him. The throne is large enough that it’s still comfortable, even with his legs spread out as wide as they are.

Slowly, you begin to ride him, moving faster when your body becomes more impatient. Erik hisses, hands settling on either side of your hips and using the padding of flesh there to aide you in bouncing on top of him with ease. “That’s right, princess. You’re doing so good. Fuck yes.”

It’s heaven, right here, and it sends a rush of thrill through you to know that this man fucking your pussy is one who’s killed hundreds of people, who largely rules the entire world with a fist made of vibranium. Not literally—though you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to replace one of his own fleshy limbs with a metal one.

“Oh, my king, I’m so close,” you moan then, feeling your body’s tide reach near its peak. “Please, daddy—”

“Cum on my dick, princess,” he hisses in your ear, allowing you to ride him through your orgasm as obscene sounds emit from your mouth and your hands grip his shoulders, serrated and roughened as they are.

When it’s over, you collapse onto him and the throne, curling onto your side, plushy skin such a contrast to his muscled frame. You almost could fall asleep, if there wasn’t that one pinprick of fear, and of course, the omnipresent hatred festering for him in your heart.

“What were you talking about for a moment?” you finally ask him, eyes closed and head resting on his shoulders. He is absentmindedly running a hand across the bare expanse of your body, tracing lazy circles across the curve of your stomach and down to squeeze your thighs in appreciation.

“You wanna stay?” he asks. It’s an almost answer, and you frown. “Why should I do that? You’ve destroyed everything that’s important to me.”

“Then let me be that new important thing,” he says in reply. “Rule with me. Be my queen.”

“For the sex?”

He shrugs, and the movement is massive. “For everything. Whatever my babygirl wants.”

You suck in a breath. It’s tempting, for sure. But it’s also a betrayal to everything you’ve worked so hard for. “I can’t,” you admit.

“Then I gotta kill you,” he whispers. “And that’d be a shame, yeah?”

You swallow. Look at him. Swallow again.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: well, lmk what you think!! (imma just be hiding under a blanket embarrassed that i wrote something this smutty). this fic is also posted by the same name on ao3, but i’m not linking it because then tumblr will hide this post lol.

TAGS: let me know if you want me to make a taglist!

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik kilmonger x reader #erik stevens #marvel #killmonger x reader #erik killmonger smut #erik killmonger/reader #erik stevens x reader #erik stevens smut #marvel smut #reader insert #fanfic by maven #mine #erik killmonger x y/n #erik killmonger x oc #erik killmonger x you #erik stevens x y/n #erik stevens x you #killmonger x oc

[stormkobra-5]

Banks of the Nile: Sneak Peek

Steven Grant x Avatar!Reader x Marc Spector

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Warnings: MATURE for depictions of alcohol and brutal violence.

Rain fell gently in the night, splattering in old stagnant puddles on the cobblestone streets. Lamposts, old and rusting, flickered as their sensitive lights were pounded with droplets. Rats skittered over crumbling, moistened stones, scrambling to their shelters in the sewers and underneath of dumpsters. This backstreet of London, where only a few lingering drunks remained huddled under the overhangs of old pubs, was eerily quiet.

CRACK.

The tired patrons cared nothing for the beating which they heard taking place in an alley. It happened far too often in this place where money was owed or insults were shared.

CRACK.

In the dark of the alley, if they would have looked, not much could be seen, save for the towering, ominous figure which loomed over a man spread on the ground, raising his hands and begging for his life. The weapon is lifted, glinting just barely in the flickering, distant lamplight. Pitch black as onyx and decorated with the purest gold, it is a tall, curving staff of Egyptian make.

CRACK.

The man cries out as he is struck a third time, the weapon breaking his nose and cracking his cheekbone. The one whom deals the blow is careful of the strength which they use, not intending to kill their victim. At least... not yet.

“P-please!” The man begs, choking on his own blood and shattered teeth.

“I will ask you only once more,” The figure in black speaks in a commanding, echoing voice, noble and female, as if speaking from deep within a mask. “Where is the scarab?”

“I-I don’t know!” The man pathetically whimpers as he keeps his hands lifted. “I don’t know-- nobody does! There are rumors... rumors of it being held by a black market dealer in the Alps! That’s all I know, I swear! Please!”

“Hmmm...” The mysterious figure looks upward, as if asking for guidance. The man hears nothing but the clicking of rat claws on pavement, and can see nothing, blinded by blood and rain. “...Very well.” Whether she speaks to him or to the deity she served, the man could not tell, but he felt fear like no other when those glowing golden eyes returned to him, peering down a jackal-snouted mask of ebony and onyx. “You were marked for death long ago, Erik McCullen. You should consider yourself lucky that you would be so near to the Guide of the Dead when your time came.” The man balked, screamed for his life, begged, but he could do nothing as the figure thrust an ankh, black as night, toward him.

His bloodchilling screams soon fell silent as his smoky soul was ripped from his body, which shriveled and dried as if mummified. His gray, struggling corpse stilled, mouth agape in an eternal scream of gray flesh and yellow teeth. The figure above him then spoke again, in a chilling intonation of Ancient Egyptian. If one could translate, they would have heard a prayer to a god no longer worshiped, his temples in ruins throughout the desert sands. The figure turned, only slightly, to look over her shoulder, to ensure that none were watching.

If one of the drunken patrons had dared to glance in the alleyway that night, they would have seen a figure dressed in black mummy-wrap and leather with sharp pauldrons of black steel, a helmet styled like the head of a jackal. All skin was concealed, fully and completely, and she held in one hand a great Egyptian staff, in the other an ankh. Golden eyes shone bright from her face, conveying a sense of great intelligence and power. They would have seen her then pocket the ankh, extending the staff and performing a circular motion to open a swirling black portal, allowing her to disappear completely.

If they had only dared to look.

But what none of them would see, the police officers of Scotland Yard would. Tomorrow news headlines would be about the investigation of the mummified man found in an alley with a tattoo on his inner right forearm of scales, barely visible on his paper-dry skin, whose heart remained fully intact, full of blood. None knew that his heart would soon be judged against a particular feather in the Duat, and were not balanced, he would not be permitted access to the Field of Reeds, doomed to wander amongst the dead of the Afterlife sands.

And yet still, none would have seen the ten-foot-tall silhouette only she could that night, matching her jackal visage, whom stood above her on the rooftop and guided her actions. The one whom only she would ever see. For he is her Patron God, Anubis, her savior, the Egyptian God of Death, Mummification, and Afterlife, and she is his Avatar, his voice on the Mortal Earth.

And they are looking for something...

Thanks for reading!

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#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #banks of the nile #oscar isaac

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Inthedark!Challenge Masterlist

A thousand thank yous to everyone who participated in this challenge and who are still working on their submissions. You guys are so wonderful. I love you, I love everything about you, and you should be proud of yourselves! Please let me know if I’ve missed your fic.

Mind the warnings. Expect all fics to be explicit (18+) and tread with caution.

Night Fever - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (dark!Bucky x Reader ~ non/dubcon sex, sex pollen)

Dark Caress - @buckysthot (dark!demon!Steve x reader ~ non/dub-con, smut, Steve got possessed, choking, virgin!reader, rough sex)

Eyes Always Seeking - @avintagekiss24 (Dark!Biker!Bucky Barnes x Original Black Female Character ~ Dub-Con/Non-Con, smut, rough sex)

Starlight - @buggo-writes (dark!Bucky x Reader ~ A little harassment, Spanking, Oral sex, fingering, penetration, a slight creampie fetish)

Closer - @sapphirescrolls (Dark!Bucky/Reader, smidge of Steve/Reader ~ Smut, violence, dubious consent/non-consensual, fingering, anal)

hostage - @yagurlrosie (dark!Steve Rogers x reader ~ Smut, non-con/rape, stalking, kidnapping, violence, language, angst)

i shall watch you (until my love runs dry) - @marionberrywhite (Dark!Bucky x Reader; background Steve x Natasha ~ canon typical attitudes towards women, breeding kink, dubcon/coercion, mentions of somnophilia, and intrusive thoughts)

Who Knew? - Part 3 [series masterlist] - @msruchita (dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Reader ~ non-con/dub con)

Like a Hostage - @youngmoneymilla (Thor x Reader ~ non-con/dub con, Angst, Dirty Talk. Violence, Blood play)

Patience is a Virtue - @honeyhan-123 (dark!Steve x reader ~ non-con/dub-con, slight name calling, cheating and some good old sex pollen)

I’m On Fire (Part 1) [series masterlist] - @butteryoptimisticpeanut (Bucky Barnes / Original Character; Steve Rogers / Original Character ~ no warnings attached yet)

Protector Chapter 1 [masterlist] - @searchforanotherway (Dark!Thor X Reader ~ Eventual noncon)

Precious - @siren-kitten-his (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Unnamed OC ~ rough body play; rough sex, Dub-con/non-con)

Wicked Game | One - @salimahbicharara-comun (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader ~ dubcon, explicit sexual content, cheating, swearing)

Relenting - @quant-um-fizzx (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader ~ Smut, Dub-Con, Sex Pollen, Angst, elements of stalking & emotional manipulation, rough sex, slight anal play)

The Way He Wants - @imdarkinme (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader ~ Nonconsensual, anal, blackmail)

saints can’t help me now - @peachyteabuck (forest god!thor x reader ~ dub con, attempted sexual assault, vague biblical allusions that seem quite out of place in such a pagan context)

My Dark Heart Beats For You - @mom---nicole (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader ~ no warnings attached)

Follow the Leader - @siren-kitten-his (Cult leader!Steve Rogers x Unnamed OC (Sweetheart) ~ punishment spanking, non-consensual exhibitionism/voyeurism)

#dark fics #dark!fic #dark fic #marvel #mcu #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!thor #fics #masterlist #inthedark!challenge #writing challenge

[tastingmellow]

Sweet Thing

A/N: I kid you not I’ve been writing like non stop because this is genuinely the only thing that helps me unwind from work. Enjoy!

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Summary: You don’t like hood dudes...but Erik’s an exception

Warnings: Language. FLUFF!

Word Count: I have no clue....SIKE, it’s 1.6k...I lied. I don’t know the count. I’m sorry 😔

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Steven was not what you had in mind when it came to dating. He was mean, sold drugs, barely cared for anyone’s existence minus his own, and he ran through chicks like they were fucking laps. So, when it came to your attention that he was tryna pull you, you immediately shut it down. You weren’t tryna be another notch his belt, not did you want to deal with the females that were still obsessing over him even after he left them high and dry.

Anytime he was around you, you made it a point to not have a conversation with him. If you couldn’t avoid him and HAD to talk to him you kept your answers short. You basically set a ban on being around Erik in your family, to which your little sister did not adhere to. Which is why you found yourself here, walking towards Erik surrounded by a group of kids.

As you neared them the chatter amongst him and the kids became more clear. He was talking to them about how important school was. “Listen, little man. I know you don’t like doing your homework but what do you think is gonna happen when you don’t do it?” The boy he was talking to shrugged and Erik chuckled. “You’re not gonna get any girls. Girls don’t like lazy dummies. Ain’t that right, ladies?” The little girls around him hummed in agreement. “See?” The boy nodded and ran back to his mom, a few dollars in his hands.

“Melanie!” You called out and your sister ran to you, wrapping her arms around your legs in a tight hug. You smiled softly and rubbed her back as she looked up at you. “How was school?” You spoke and she grimaced, a pout on her lips. “It was okay, they didn’t have pizza boats for lunch though.” You laughed to yourself and grabbed her hand. “Well, I just went to the store. When we get in the house you start on your homework and I’ll whip up a pizza boat for you. Sound good?” Your sister squealed excitedly, nodding her head as she bounced beside you.

“Aye, Y/N!” You turned around, regretting it immediately. You groaned, rolling your eyes as Erik waves bye to the kids and jogged his way over to you. You pulled Melanie closer to your side as he got closer. “Hey, Y/N. Mel, You look pretty today.” Erik spoke and your sister giggled, hiding her face in your leg as she mumbled out a shy “Thank you.” Erik’s smiles brightly while his eyes traveled up to meet yours. “So, do you, Y/N.”

You nodded curtly. “Thanks, Erik. That’s all you wanted?” Erik chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets while shaking his head. “Oh, nah! I wanted to know if I could...take you out sometime? Tomorrow night if you’re free?” He bit his lip, never breaking eye contact. You rolled your eyes, causing Erik to chuckle. “Erik...” he cut you off and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Come on, let me take you out once! Just one time. And if you hate it, I’ll never bother you again. Give a nigga a shot, at least.” He joked and you looked at him, tilting your head. Your little sister looked between the two of you before deciding for you. “She’ll be ready by 7!” She exclaimed and you looked down at her, eyes wide. Erik licked his lips and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, at 7.” He winked as he backed away before turning and jogging back to his car.

You looked down at Melanie. “Really?” She shrugged and pulled you along. “You were taking too long, plus you were gonna way yes anyway.” You laughed softly. “You know what, just for that. You only get one pizza boat.”

“Nooooooo!”

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Safe to say your date went a lot better than you thought. He took you to the beach and the two of you had a picnic. You talked, laughed, it was amazing. He talked about his family, his father especially. You got to see a side of Erik not many people do. He was vulnerable, open, and he seemed to be okay with it.

From then on, you and him became closer. He would walk your little sister home from the bus stop. He’d stand on the porch, talk to you and your grandmother. He would sometimes stay for dinner, if he couldn’t he’d promise to come back Sunday and have dinner. He never left without kissing your cheek, hugging your grandmother and fist bumping your sister.

Your grandmother immediately loved him. Which is surprising, considering her distaste for the gangbangers and dealers around the neighborhood. However, in her words, “He doesn’t do it for power, he does it to help.” Your little sister LOVED Erik. There wouldn’t be a day that went by where she didn’t ask to talk to Erik on the phone.

He adored her just as much though, always having something for her when she got off the bus. Most of the time it was chocolate, except her birthday he gave her a bracelet with her name engraved in it. She never took it off.

Your love for Erik grew with each passing day, slowly but surely. He would do little things for you. If you offhandedly mentioned you needed to go grocery shopping he’ll be there the next day, ready to go shopping with you. He always paid for everything. If you were out together and he noticed you getting grumpy he’d make a detour to your favorite food spot. Your mood always improved.

Sometimes you’d catch Erik staring, like when you were riding in Convertible, the wind blowing through your tresses ever so freely. He would stare and you scold him. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

Today, however, was one of the few days where neither you nor Erik were busy. You both had the day to yourself, your sister and grandmother had went out for the day and Erik didn’t have to oversee anything so the both of you laid on the hood his car, intertwined in one another.

His fingers lightly glided over your bare arms as the two of you looked out over the sunset. Erik had picked you up and taken you to a secluded hill. He had a pension for taking you out on picnics, knowing you loved simple and thoughtful dates. He brought a blanket, some pizza, snacks, his tablet so y’all could watch movies and himself, of course.

You waited on the movies, noting that the sun was going down so Erik grabbed the blanket, laid on the good of the car, and allowed you to snuggle against him. His windows were, Ari Lennox and SiR softly playing through the speakers. Erik felt whole, like he had all he needed. He had his fair share of females, some good, some bad, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you weren’t the type to accept a quick fuck and he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind working his ass off to get you, and he sure as hell won’t mind working his off to keep you.

He brought out of thoughts when he felt your lips pressing against his cheek. He grinned, his golden grills gleaming in the orange-red hue of the sky. You looked up at him. “What’s on your mind, E?” He shrugged, looking down at you and licking his lips, “Just this woman I know. I think I really like her.” You giggled softly and sat up on your elbow. “Oh, yeah, what’s she like?”

Erik jokingly clutched his heart, seriously swooning over the thought of you. “She’s so beautiful. She’s powerful in any and all aspects of everything. She has the plumpest, softest lips I’ve ever kissed. Her spirit and soul are so beautiful and pure sometimes I don’t think I deserve her. Whenever my eyes meet gets it’s like...everything bad that’s ever happened to me goes away, forgotten. When she smiles it’s the type of smile to rival the sun because it’s so bright. She’s my all and I’m hoping I can make her mine soon. I don’t know what I’d do if I can’t have her, probably curl up in my bed and never leave.” He laughed softly, his words sincere. He meant it all and he hopes you knew.

“Wow...” you blinked at him, swallowing back the lump in your throat. He was so honest and sweet it almost had you sobbing. You gave him a watery laugh as a few tears slipped out. “She sounds really lucky. And I’m sure she’s the one that thinks she doesn’t deserve you. You’re so much more than I thought you’d be. You’re caring and you’re dedicated. You’re so...radical and passionate about everything. Your jokes and little pick up lines are honestly one of the things I look forward to every day. Your smile makes me melt because it’s always real, always reaches your eyes. Your laugh is the most wonderful sound I’ve heard. And I really hope she is me because I’d be a fool not to love you.”

Erik smiled and pulled you close, kissing your lips passionately. His hands tangled in your curls as your hands grabbed his face. He grunted softly, pushing his body against yours as one of his hands moved to pull your body closer. Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your tongues dancing with one another before you pulled away, lips swollen and breathing becoming rapid. You grinned at him and he kissed your nose. “You’re all mine. So, I got you something to let these niggas know who you belong to.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

Erik pecked you’re lips, climbing off the hood of the car and going inside, opening the dash before pulling out a golden box and handing it to you. You looked at it curiously before he nudged you softly. “Open it, baby.” You bit your lip, slowly taking off the lid. The shining gold and diamonds made you gasp. It was Erik’s infamous chain. He wore it a lot when he was younger but soon put it up, kind of as a reminder of who he was. And here he was, giving it to you.

It was a golden, diamond encrusted chain with a diamond encrusted knife hanging from it. The tip of the chain was covered in rubies to represent blood. From afar it look extra but up close, it was gorgeous. You looked up at him, eyes wide. He gently kissed your lips. “It’s yours, just don’t break my heart.” You chuckled and gently took it from the cushion it was laying on. You studied it before holding it towards him. “Put it on me...” you asked and turned around.

Once he clasped it around your neck you looked down, lightly touching it as it sat comfortably on your bosom. You bit your lip and looked up at Erik, his eyes resting on the chain...or maybe it was your boobs, who knows. “You look good. I think you’d look better wearing nothing but that chain though.” He grinned at you and you laughed, pulling him into another heated kiss as the sun had finally set.

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You waited at your sister’s bus stop, scrolling through your phone. Erik had went to the actual bus stop to pick her while you waited. Melanie hadn’t seen him in a while and you wanted her to be surprised so you said that you’d let him pick her up, he absolutely did not bounce with excitement.

A presence beside you made you look up, a smile on your face as you assumed it was Erik. It immediately dropped seeing a light skin kid, no older than 21, for sure, grinning down at you. You winced at the cheap grill he had in his mouth, wondering how he was keeping a straight face. “Can I help you, hon?” You replied politely and he licked his lips while you resisted the urge to roll your window up and continue about your business.

“What you doing out here all alone, ma?” He tried his hardest to make his voice deeper and it was painfully obvious. You chuckled to yourself, shielding your eyes from the sun, “Waiting on my man and my sister. I think you should go, they’ll be back any second.” He chuckled and leaned closer while you leaned back. “I’ll leave...when I get your number.”

You tilted your head and laughed, “Listen, kid. I’m not giving you my number and your barking up the wrong tree. My man don’t respond too kindly to niggas pushing up on his girl so run along.” The boy scoffed. “Baby, I’ll beat the fuck out ya man and steal you from him. It ain’t shit to me.” He reached to grab your arm and you immediately stepped back, smacking his hand away.

“Don’t be like that, girl. Come on.” He reached to grab your waist and you punched him in the chest, he wheezed, holding the spot. “What the fuck...” he gasped out and before you could open your mouth you saw Erik making his way towards you with Melanie. You smiled and walked around the boy, allowing Melanie to run into your arms. You giggled and held her close, kissing her cheek. “Erik brought me a Kit Kat!”

You gave Erik a disapproving and he shrugged before averting his attention to the wheezing boy on the ground. You caught his gaze and sighed, “I thought you told your lackeys who I was.” You raised an eyebrow as you helped Melanie into the car, not shutting the door yet because you didn’t want her to over heat.

“I did. Don’t look at me like that, baby. The only person I didn’t tell personally was...that dude Zo or some shit.” You nodded and grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt, making him sit up straight. “Aye, man! Don’t touch me like th—“ Zoo’s eyes landed on the chain around your neck, immediately recognizing it. “Shit.”

“‘Shit’ is right nigga, what the fuck do you think you doing pushing up on my girl?” Erik flinched as you smacked his chest, gesturing to Melanie who was to busy playing a game in your phone to be listening. “I didn’t know this was her! Nobody showed me a picture!”

“You see this big” he paused you put headphones on Melanie and kiss her head. “Ass chain on her neck and you need a fucking picture!” You looked at Erik as he pointed at the chain, hand dangerously close to your breasts. Zo shook his head, stumbling over his words. “You know what...don’t let this shit happen again. Or I swear I’ll let her use you for target practice.” Erik spoke and Zo nodded, scurrying off.

You looked at Erik’s hand, noting that it was still close to your breasts. “Move your hand, baby.” You spoke softly and Erik licked his lip before moving his hand to fully grip your titty. You laughed, throwing your head back as he pulled you close and sucked at your neck. “You too fine not to touch, pretty girl. Stop playing wit me.” You laughed your hands on your shoulders. Erik went to give you a kiss before stopping, feeling a small yet slightly painful sting to the back of his thigh. “Stop groping my sister, pervert!” Your sister yelled out.

You laughed harder, pushing Erik and moving to get in the car. “Yeah, perv! You tell him, Mel.” You sister hummed triumphantly as she closed her door and as did you. Erik looked up at the sky, taking in a deep breath before grinning. “You had to give me two handfuls?” He licked his lips again before getting int he car, starting it, and pulling off with his favorite girls.

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A/N: Did ya like it? I hope you did! Excuse my mistakes! Comment and reblog! Love you guys sooooo much, thank you for all the lovely support.

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#erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger au #Bold’s Fics

[artisticestheticreads]

No Scrubs Allowed

A/N: I got another one for y’all. So, I was listening to the 90′s R&B/Hip-Hop playlist on Apple Music and “No Scrubs” by TLC came on and that's when I got the idea of writing a one-shot inspired by this very song. This is a one-shot of Erik “Killmonger” Stevens and his boy out and about during the summer when he stops the Black Reader and her friend beside them; he tries to shoot his shot. What will happen? Hmm... 

WARNING: Profanity; c*ck blocking and pettiness. 

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: No Scrubs by TLC

PAIRING: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

  July 4th, a hot summer day when Erik was in the passenger seat of a 2020 Fluorescent Yellow Neon Lamborghini Aventador. The inside interior was a glossy leather with a dark oakwood dashboard, banging sound system and red threading on the outer corner of the seats. He looked over his lighter complexion friend who drove 10 and 2. “A, why the fuck you driving like that man”, he asked leaned back in his seat. 

  “Because this is a nice ass car, man, and I ain’t tryna scratch it the fuck up.” Erik rolled his eyes before scrolling through Instagram. “Bruh, cars come and go, my G.” Aaron looked at his friend with an appalled face and said: “Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this shit was ex-pen-sive. Do you not see this detail. The dashboard was made Italy by delicate hands.” They finally pulled up to a red light when another car pulled up; a 2012 Nissan Altima. Erik looked over to see the driver, a woman with skin like his, long hair and bright colored nails. She was dancing to the Apple’s playlist. 

  Erik noticed another woman. Chocolate skin with her kinky curls in a low ponytail and a smile on her face watching her friend. Erik tapped Aaron’s arm before leaning out, whistling to get their attention. The driver looked over at him and rolled her window up until her friend smacked her arm to roll it back down. “How y’all ladies doing today? I’m Erik and this is my dude Aaron.” The driver looked at him up and down then at the car; she looked passed Erik then Aaron. 

  “Hello, Aaron. I’m Kelly and this is Y/N. How you doing” she said as she bit her lip. Aaron was too focus on the road. Erik looked at her face and chuckled until he saw Y/N looking at her. “How you doing, princess”, he asked Y/N and she said “I’m fine. It's just a little hot out here. They smiled at one another and before she can say anything else, Kelly blocked his view. “She is way too good for your freeloading ass. Ya game is weak as fuck and you need to get like ya friend. You broke ass nigga.” She turned up the radio as TLC’s No Scrubs played and sang the words loud enough for him to hear. He was about to tell her off until he noticed Y/N shaking her hand. He looked her as she signaled him to follow to the 7/ll straight ahead with a wink. Erik nodded watching them drive off and tapped Aaron saying “follow them but stay a few cars behind.” 

    Aaron looked to him chuckling and did as he was told. They followed the girls never being detected until the pulled into the lot. Kelly parked and Y/N got out the car with her phone in hand; they stood and talked for a while. When Erik saw her walk into the front door, he was stunned. She wore a tie-dye body con dress with Vans and her body was nothing like he ever imagined. She was thicker than a bowl oatmeal out the freezer. When Aaron parked beside them, Erik stepped out in his white tee, army cargos, and fresh air force ones with his black diamond watch and his father’s chain. Kelly scoffed and before she can even say anything, he placed his hand a few inches as saying ‘talk to the hand.’

   When he walked in, looking for her when he spotted her in the chip aisle. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets. “If I were you, I would get the Limon Lays. The perfect combo of salty and sweet.” Y/N looked up to him grinning before getting the chips. “Good choice.” She began walking when she signaled him to follow. “So, Erik. I just wanted to apologize for Kelly. She can be a huge b-word sometimes”, she said while choosing a watermelon Arizona; he nodded in approval. They began walking to the candy aisle when he said “Nah, don’t trip, little one. I’m used to those types of females. But why you hang around her? You seem sweeter than this whole fucking aisle.” 

  She giggled and said “that was a good one. See, ya game ain’t weak at all.” He chuckled with his fist to his mouth. “Nah, I’m playing. I knew her since we were younger. She was only the friend I ever had.” Erik looked out to see Kelly flirting with Aaron, touching his chest and all. Y/N watched them too when Erik said: “well, she ain’t ya only friend anymore, Y/N.” She looked up to him to see he was looking at her as well. He touched her arm with his fingertips and said “look, I don’t know her all too well but her heart ain’t in the right place. Kelly ain’t all that special little one”; he wrapped his arm around her neck as they walked around grabbing more snack.

   They soon were at the register when Erik put his snacks with hers. “And who said I was paying for yours too”, she asked with an amused look but was being ignored by Erik who was smiling. “Your total is $45.98. Will that be cash, debit or credit”, the cashier asked and before Y/N pulled out her card, Erik said “cash” and pulled out a roll of hundreds out his pocket; Y/N watched as he handed him the money and got his change back. Erik pulled their bag to the side and her hand in his hand softly. She was mentally asking who he was and it was like her read her mind. He looked out and she followed his gaze, smiling and looking down. “So, Y/N. What do you have planned for tonight”, he asked with a smile making her blush even more.

   He walked out with their bag in hand and saw how close Kelly was to Aaron at the front of the car. “Aight, A. I need the keys man.” Aaron nodded and passed them into Erik’s hands. Kelly folded her arms and asked, “Aaron, you are really gonna let him borrow your car.” She rolled her eyes when Erik went to the passenger side and received no answer until she heard the door open. “Aye, princess. Did ya get everything ya pretty self wanted” Erik and she raised the bags of Malibu Pineapple Rum, Vodka and Jack Daniels with chasers. “Sure did, E.”

“Damn, you gonna drink all of that,” Erik asked with a chuckle. She walked over to the car to get her small backpack then to him saying “well, you did say I could get anything and everything I wanted. It was all on you, remember.” He shrugged and said, “I am a man of my word.” She stood next to him when Kelly said “lemme get this straight. Aaron, you letting him borrow your car and money. Before Aaron said anything, Erik stopped and said: “Kelly, love do me a favor and read the license plate for us.” Kelly looked at him then to Aaron. 

  “K. L. L. M. N. G. R”, she read and Erik slowly applauded her; “very good. You can read”. He looked to Y/N and said “now, Y/N. Do me a favor and tell her my nickname. I just love how you say it.” She giggled and in a sweet voice, she said “Killmonger”. He shimmied as he opened the door for her and handing her the bags. “Oweeeee. The way she says it, makes a king feel good.” He looked at Kelly, closed the door and said “Ya see. I had to remove the vowels so that my whole name can fit. I let Aaron drive it because he has never been in one.” He stood in front of her and said: “ya know, with a such a pretty face, you sure do have a shitty ass personality.” He went to Aaron and gave him dap. “Aight, bruh. Get home safe. I know Kelly will give ya a ride.”

  Aaron chuckled and Killmonger got in the car, buckling them in and asked Y/N “so, beautiful. What ya got a taste for” as he caressed her chin. She thought about and said “how about pizza? I know the best place in downtown. Waaaay cheesier than you.” Erik started the car and laughed. “Damn, must be cheesy as hell” Y/N smiled as they pulled off, leaving Kelly’s blood boiling, wishing she was Y/N. 

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never ever judge a book by its cover

WRITER’S NOTE: Thank you for reading. Tomorrow, I will be posting a final part to this and Chapter two of Summertime Magic as well. Please like, reblog and tell me your thoughts. 

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Things I write for!

Alright! So here is the list of things I write for. Keep in mind that I will write smut and sexual themes, but If I don’t think it fits or if there is something that makes me uncomfortable, I won’t write it. I will write AU’s, romantic and platonic. I do not write characterxcharacter or any OC’s. I will write for female, male and nb readers, just let me know in your request.

I have also added a list of AU’s and tropes I like to write but if you have one in mind that isn’t on here, don’t be afraid to include it! The characters in bold are ones that I especially love to write for. 

ANIME: 

Assassination Classroom- I’ll write for Asuno, Okano, Maehara, Itona, Kaede, Karma, Hazama, Mimura, Takebayashi, Justice, Kataoka, Nagisa, Hayami, Nakamura, Terasuka. Sugaya, Okajima, Yoshida, Muramatsu, Sugino, Kanzaki, Isogai, Fuwa, Kurro-Sensei, Irina, and Karasuma. Romantic, platonic, student/teacher/assassin reader is fine.

Attack on Titan- I’ll write for Armin, Eren, Hanji, Jean, Levi, Marco, and Mikasa. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

Fairy Tail- I’ll write for Cana, Elfman, Erza, Gajeel, Gray, Jellal, Juvia, Laxus, Loke/Leo, Levy, Lucy, Mirajane, Mystogan, Natsu, and Wendy(PLATONIC ONLY). I’ve read the entire manga so anything goes.

Free!- Just the main peeps; Makoto, Nagisa, Rei, Haru, Rin, and Souske. I haven’t watched any of it in a long time and I really don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Haikyuu!!- Everyone in Karasuno; everyone in Nekoma; Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani from Aoba johsai; Bokuto, Akaashi from Fukurodani; Ushijima, Tendo from Shiratorizawa. I have not seen season three and four so no spoilers please! 

Hetalia- I’m not super into this anime anymore, but I’ll still write for it. I’ll write for anyone and I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

K-Project/K- I’ll write for anyone. I’ve also seen the whole thing so anything goes.

Kuroko no Basket- I will only write for the generation of Miracles. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Log Horizon- I will write for anyone. I have only seen season one so no spoilers please!

Magi- I will write for Alibaba, Morgiana, and Sinbad. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

My Hero Academia- I will write for Bakugou, Hagukure, Iida, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Mina, Momo, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shoji, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Uraraka; Kendo, Monoma, Tetsutetsu; Shinso; Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki; All Might/Small Might, Eraserhead, Fat Gum, Hawks, Kamui Woods, Present Mic; Dabi, Shiguraki, Toga. I haven’t read anything past Hawks being introduced, so no spoilers past that point in the manga. Other than that, anything goes.

Naruto- I’ll write for Asuma, Choji, Deidara, Gaara, Hidan, Hinata, Itachi, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kakuzu, Kankuro, Kiba, Kisame, Kurenai, Lee, Minato, Naruto, Neji, Obito/Tobi, Sakura, Sasori, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino, Temari, Tenten, Tsunade, Zabuza. . I haven’t seen/read all of it but don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Sailor Moon- I’ll write for Sailor’s Moon, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Tuxedo Mask and their normal counterparts.. I’ve seen all of it, but a long time ago. I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Seven Deadly Sins- I’ll write for Ban, Diane, Escanor, King/Harlequin, Meliodas, Merlin; Arthur, Elizabeth, Gilthunder, Howzer. . I’ve seen what they have of the anime on Netflix and the movie. No spoilers from the manga, but everything goes other than that.

BOOKS:

Harry Potter- I will write for Cedric, Dean, Draco, Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron, Seamus; James, Lily, Remus, Sirius; Newt, Queenie.  I’ve read and seen everything so anything goes.

Lord of the Rings- I’ll write for Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Narnia- I’ll write for Caspian, Edmund, Eustace, Lucy, Peter, Susan. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Percy Jackson- I’ll write for Annabeth, Bianca, Clarisse, Leo, Luke, Nico, Percy, Piper, Thalia; Frank, Hazel, Jason, Reyna. I’ve read all the books up to Magnus Chase. I don’t mind spoilers and will write for anyone so anything goes. 

The Hobbit- I’ll write for Bard, Bilbo, Bofur, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Legolas, Tauriel, Thorin. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

K-POP:

BTS- Hoseok/J-Hope, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon/RM, Seokjin/Jin, Taehyung/V, Yoongi/Suga

KARD- Jiwoo, Taehyung/J-Seph, Matt/BM, Somin

MonstaX- Changkyun/I.M, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Kihyun, Minhyuk, Shownu, Wonho

GOT7- Bambam, Jackson, Jaebum, Jinyoung, Mark, Youngjae, Yugyeom

TWICE- Chaeyoung, Dahyun, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Momo, Nayeon, Sana, Tzuyu

BlackPink- Chaeyoung/Rose, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa

Mamamoo- Hwasa, Moonbyul, Solar, Wheein

MOVIES: 

Big Hero 6- I will write for Fred, Go-Go, Hiro, Honey Lemon, Tadashi, Wasabi

How to Train Your Dragon- I will write for Hiccup, Astrid, and Eret.

Hunger Games- I will write for Katniss, Gale, Peeta, Joanna, and Finnick.

Jumanji- I have seen both 1&2. I am doing a rewrite of the first movie (and the second later on) but will write for any of the characters.

The Meg- I will write for Jax, Jack Morris, DJ, and Jonas Taylor. I’ve seen the movie so anything goes.

Pirates of the Caribbean- I will write for Jack, Elizabeth, James, and Will. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

The Purge- I’ve seen all of the movies, but not the TV show. I’ll most likely use this as an AU but I do have a rewrite of Election Year and Anarchy in my WIP’s

Star Wars- I will write for Anakin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Finn, Han Solo, Hux, Leia, Luke, Obi-Wan, Padme, Poe, Rey

DC:

Flash- I haven’t seen past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so I’ll write for all the characters and anything goes.

Justice League- I’ll write for all of the heroes. I haven’t seen a lot of the cartoon shows, but I’ve seen the live action movies and Young Justice (Season 1&2 ONLY). Anything goes.

Suicide Squad- I will write for Boomer, Deadshot, Diablo, Harley Quinn, Katana

Young Justice- I will write for Aqualad/Kaldur, Artemis/Tigress, Beast Boy/Garfield, Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes, Impulse/Bart Allen, Kid Flash/Wally, Miss Martian/Megan, Nightwing-Robin/Dick, Robin/Tim, Red Arrow/Roy Harper, Superboy/Connor, Wonder Girl/Cassie, Zatanna Zatara. I haven’t seen season three, so please no spoilers!! 

MARVEL:

AntMan- I will write for Hope, Luis, Scott 

Avengers- I will write for Bruce, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Steve, Thor, Tony, Wanda

Black Panther- I will write for Erik, Everett Ross, M’Baku, Nakia, Okoye, Shuri, T’Challa

Dr. Strange- I will write for Steven Strange

Guardians- I will write for Gamora, Nebula, Peter, Yondu

X-Men- I will write for Bobby/Iceman, Hank(old and young), Jean(old and young), Kitty Pryde, Logan/Old Man Logan, Marie/Rogue, Ororo Munroe(old and young), Remy LeBeau, Scott(old and young), Victor Creed; Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Jubilee, Kurt, Peter Maximoff, Raven(young only)

TV SHOWS:

Avatar the Last Airbender- I’ll write for Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Zuko, Azula, Mei, and Ty Lee. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

Dr. Who- I have seen everything up to the 12th Doctor. No spoilers for 12&13 please! Other than that, anything goes.

Game of Thrones- I will write for the Starks(Arya, Brandon, Jon, Robb, Sansa), Tormund, Sandor, the Lannisters(Jaime, Tyrion), Daenerys, Brienne, Gendry, Podrick, Bronn, Oberyn, Sam, Theon, and Yara. I have seen the entire series and anything goes.

Legend of Korra- I’ll write for Korra, Mako, Bolin, and Asami. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers. Anything goes.

The Mandalorian- I’ll write for Cara, Mando, and Paz. I’ve seen everything so anything goes. 

Sherlock- I will write for Sherlock, John, and Greg. I haven’t seen past season three episode two so no spoilers please! Other than that, anything goes.

Supernatural- I will write for Sam, Dean, Cas, and John. I haven’t seen past season 6 but don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes!

The Walking Dead- I’ll write for anybody. I’m only at the beginning of season nine, so anything past that please don’t spoil it!

Video Games:

Assassins Creed- I’ll write for Altair, Ezio, and Connor. I’ve played some of the games and don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild- I have beaten the game and will write for Link and Zelda. 

AU’S:

Adventurers

Assassin

Athlete

College

Coffee Shop

Mafia

Magic

Modern

Musician 

Pet Shop

Royalty

Soulmate- Colorblind, tattoo(name of soulmate/first words spoken, etc.), watch countdown, whatever you write on yourself ends up on them.

Spy

Supernatural

Superpower

Tattoo Artist

Tropes:

Human from our world dropped into their world and vice versa

Only one bed

Roommates 

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[sonofnjobu]

❛  what if i just dropped to my knees now.  ❜ wiiiith erik?

The Coat Room

NSFW. Reader is Black. 

If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.

“Cue music. Bridal party entering in 30 seconds,” you dictated in to your headset.

You refrained from rolling your eyes as “Don’t Stop Believing” began to play in the ballroom behind the heavy oak doors. You clapped your hands twice to gain the attention of the bridal party, a sea of blush tulle and neon shutter shades. They continued to squirm and giggle like children.

Your voice rose above the din, committed to a schedule.

“Alright!” you announced. “Our bridal party enters first. Each pair has about 20 seconds to get from here to the head table. Smile, dance, celebrate Lacy and Tim! And then our bride and groom enter. We all cheer, and food rolls out? Okay? Let’s go!”

You pulled open the doors, and they were off like race horses. A professional smile remained plastered on your face as each bridesmaid and groomsman embarrassed themselves with incorrect dabs, off beat bopping, and what could vaguely be described as twerking.

You turned to the couple of the evening, willing the bride to take a deep breath and ushered them inside the ballroom. They entered to an explosion of applause and everyone made it to their seats within the confines of the song.

“Kitchen is a go,” you relayed in to your headset. Waiters streamed from all ends of the ballroom, carrying steaming plates of chicken or beef. The vegetarian option was sad, but that was the caterer’s problem and not yours.

“Someone get the bride white wine! WHITE WINE, not red! She’ll stain her dress!” you hissed.

The evening was going well enough. There had been no major fuck ups that the guests would notice and you were feeling satisfied with yourself. “High Society” weddings were the most difficult to coordinate, but paid out the biggest bucks, and you were the best in the business.

You continued to buzz around, fixing floral arrangements and confirming timings with the kitchen until your favorite part of the evening.

Chairs scraped against the floor as guests clamored to get a view of the bride and groom’s first dance. Everything from here should be smooth sailing. It was an open bar and the DJ was decent. They’d drink and dance themselves in to the night.

“Well this is awkward. We’re the only Black people here” a voice said next to you. Your professional smile fell and your face darkened as you turned to see Erik standing to your left.

“Erik, what the fuck? What are you doing here?!” you gasped, rushing to turn off your headset. “This is a private event.”

Erik smirked, his gold canines glinting.

“Can’t be that exclusive. They just let me in. Thought I was ‘the help,’” he scoffed. You rolled your eyes. This dude could never just answer a question.

He was dressed for the occasional though; black suit jacket with a black collared shirt, matching black jeans and Jordans. His dreads were neatly braided back and his eyes glinted with mischief behind his gold rimmed glasses. How dare he show up unannounced to your job looking this damn fine.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the reception. He laughed as you pulled him, angering you even further.

“What? I can’t come see my lady?” he asked, grabbing a floral arrangement from a passing vase. “Look! I even brought you flowers!”

“Jesus, Erik!” you exclaimed, snatching the flowers from him and plunking them back in the water. You kept pulling him to the lobby and eventually pushed him in to the coat room.

The thumping of Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” was muted slightly as you pulled the door shut. You turned to Erik, hands on your hips.

“Wow. What a musical selection they’ve got going on. Is this 2009?” he continued to joke, the sides of his mouth turning up in a grin.

“They met in high school,” you spat. “But that’s not the point. What are you doing here?”

Erik was riffling through coat pockets, not answering your question.

“Erik Stevens,” you demanded, stepping between him and the rack of guests’ jackets.

“Just wanted to see you in this dress, Ma,” Erik purred, running his hand up your thigh. “You just gone’ look fine as fuck for these bougie ass people and I don’t get to see it? Nah.”

You sighed. He was so extra.

“So you couldn’t just wait until our date tomorrow night?” you questioned him, trying to remain angry.

He cocked an eyebrow. His hand was making its way up your dress, getting dangerously high on your thigh. He hooked his index finger in to the strap of your thong and began to pull down.

“Erik, I am at work!” you hissed, suddenly worried that someone would hear you in the coatroom. “I have an event to run.”

“They’ll be fine. They’ll just dance to the Cha-Cha slide or some shit. They won’t even notice you’re gone,” Erik hummed in to the side of your neck. You felt a sudden pull deep in your gut as he sloppily kissed between your ear and your collar bone.

“Y/N!” you heard over your headset. Your assistant was paging you. “Are we doing the cake cutting now? Or should we wait until the bouquet toss?”

Erik surfaced from your neck, a devilish grin on his face.

“What if I just dropped to my knees now?” he whispered. You felt a rush of heat as he descended to the floor, taking your soaked panties with him.

“What?” your assistant asked.

“Uh, uh,” you fumbled with the headset, distracted as Erik pushed you in to a chair and parted your legs. “Do the cake cutting now. Make sure both the videographer and photographer are in position. The sheet cake in the kitchen is already cut and plated!”

You frantically clicked off the headset as Erik dove his head between your legs. He ate at you hungrily, dipping his tongue in and out of your folds. You moaned quietly, still worried about getting caught.

“Nah, we ain’t doing that, babe,” Erik growled. “Let me hear you.”

He slid a finger in to you and you pushed your hips forward as he pumped you roughly. He replaced his mouth and expertly circled his tongue around your clit. You gasped as he passed over the sensitive nerves. His wide tongue lapped at you, exploring the creases of your labia.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. You could feel Erik smile against your sex as he curled his finger inside of you. Your legs began to tense and he glanced up at you from behind those gold glasses.

“That quick, huh? Alright!” He returned to licking you, quickening the pace of his finger. You gasped as he added a second one and fingered you forcefully. You gripped desperately on to a guest’s trench coat behind you as your entire body began to tighten. Erik continued to worship your pussy, and when his lips encapsulated your clit, you suddenly broke.

You cried out loud, your eyes shut tightly. You shook from your core. The pleasure coursed through you in waves and your pussy throbbed. Your thick thighs squeezed against the sides of Erik’s head as he licked you through your orgasm. Quickly becoming too sensitive for his oral attention, you tapped out on his shoulder and he let up.

He smirked at you, your juices making his facial hair glisten. You simply glared at him as you stood up, mumbling to yourself.

“This nigga. Showing up at my damn job. Distracting me. Thinking he’s all that…” you searched the floor of the coat room for your thong.

Before you found it, Erik was behind you, pushing you up against the counter.

“Oh, you thought I was done with you, girl?” he breathed heavily in your ear. He pressed his hips against your ass and you could feel how hard he was beneath the fabric of his pants. You wiggled your hips against him a bit as you clicked on your headset.

“Stephanie, how are we on cake dispersal?” you spoke in to the mic. You leaned up against the counter and arched your back.

“Cake is cut and out to guests! Bouquet toss and garter belt in 15.” your assistant chirped back to you.

“Great, THANKS!” you exclaimed a little too loudly as Erik pushed in to you. The man was quick with it. You barely resisted moaning as his girth stretched you out, and your hand moved to your hip to turn off the headset. You fumbled with the device while Erik dragged his dick in and out of you real slow just like you liked. You shot him a dark look, urging him to get on with it.

Erik wasted no time in dicking you down. His hands dug in to your hips as he fucked you, reveling in the view of your ass bouncing back against his thrusts.

“Damn, girl. I knew you were serving cake, but…”

“Shut up,” you gasped, focused on throwing it back at him. “Don’t talk. Just fuck me, Erik.”

He laughed and sped up, pounding in to you so forcefully that your top knot began to loosen. Individual braids fell in to your face and your mouth hung open. With how wet you were, his meat slid in and out of you with ease. The way his dick curved a little at the end had you panting as it brushed up against your spot over and over and over.

Your core began to heat up again and you braced yourself against the counter.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” you repeated as the pressure built. Erik could feel your walls rhythmically clamping down on him and he bit his lip, grunting as he fucked you. Your knees began to buckle but he held you up.

“Almost there, baby. Almost there,” he moaned. He swiveled his hips a few times, digging deep in to your guts. Your head dropped as you tried to breathe, rapidly approaching your peak.

“Erik,” you mewled. His name was all you could get out as you reached the edge.

“Yeah,” he grunted in affirmation before his cum burst forth from him.

“God! FUCK!” you yelled out in to the coat room. The rush of sticky heat was your undoing and you shook violently, your back in a deep arch.

You could feel Erik’s dick twitch while your walls unclenched. He slipped out of you carefully, his cum following, dripping on to the carpet. You turned around slowly, anger returning. The audacity of this nigga.

He pulled your panties from his lapel pocket and handed them to you, a smirk twisted up on his face. You snatched them back and slid them on, smoothing down your dress.

Erik tucked himself back in to his pants and scanned the coat rack. His hands came to rest on an opulent men’s fur coat.

“I’m taking this,” he informed you, pulling it off of the rack. “Bye, babe.”

He kissed you on the cheek and strolled out of the coat room before you could protest. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling and smoothed yourself over before stepping back out to the event.

You returned to the revelry and scanned the room. Your assistant Stephanie stood next to you quietly.

“Uh, Y/N?” she said in a hushed tone. You turned, confused by her red flushed face. “Can I fix your hair?” she asked, reaching up to replace a braid to your top knot. She continued to blush as she tucked in your braids..

“Also, uhh…” Stephanie hesitated. You raised an eyebrow. “Your headset mic was still on.”

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[killmongerkink]

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Erik, your roommate and friend, comes home from work drained and sick. After heading off to bed, you awake to strange noises and follow them back to his room. Little did you know what you would find behind closed doors.

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens X Black!Reader

Warning: masturbation, dirty talk, a dash of smut.

Length: 4k

BTW: idk why this is so long, but i hope you all enjoy & please show this some love bc i’ve re-written this like 10 times already smh. sorry if there’s any spelling errors

Part 2

MASTERLIST

You stayed silent, swirling your fork continuously in your plate of spaghetti as you watched your roommate sniffle roughly for the tenth time, his eyes fighting to stay open. It really didn't make sense for him to be fighting his fate with sleep, yet here he was ... holding back yawns and rubbing his nose roughly with the back of his hand. "Well that's ... disgusting." You mumbled, sighing heavily as you reached over to grab him a tissue. "Why don't you just take some medicine and sleep it off?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

You really had no idea why this man insisted on being stubborn. You figured you could just ignore him for the rest of the night and go on about your business, but you knew you were way too nice to do that. If you did, you'd just be staring at your door the whole time, fighting the urge to make him some ginger tea or get him extra blankets. But you knew Erik. He wouldn't allow you to take care of him in the slightest. He was too big-headed, way too arrogant .. and simply a dumbass if you were being honest. He could be on the floor dying and he'd still tell you to leave him alone. You didn't understand his logic most of the time, but figured he was grown enough to make his own choices ... as dumb as they may be.

"You gonna stare me down all night?"

Snapping out of your thoughts, you blinked quickly and look back at your food. Another sniffle met your ears a second later, this one making you cringe at the sound of thick mucus filling the kitchen.

"That's it." You said more to yourself than him.

You moved towards the cabinet and opened it, hoisting yourself up on your tippy toes as you tried to reach for the top shelf. You really weren't thinking when you allowed him to talk you into getting this fancy ass condo together. While it was nice, the cabinets were way too tall, you could never clean the floor to ceiling windows and god forbid you even attempted to change a lightbulb around here. In the back of your mind, you figured he had purposely chose this apartment because it would allow you to need him. He was weird like that. As much as he would huff and puff when you would ask for his help with a simple task, you knew that he liked the feeling of being needed.

When you came to the conclusion that you were just embarrassing yourself, you plopped back down on your feet and looked at him.

"Are you gonna even help me?" You rolled your eyes, watching as he stared at you with a half bored, half amused expression.

"I'm good."

You were this close to telling him off, but decided against it. Fights with Erik never ended in your favor. Somehow he was always able to flip the script and make it your fault, having such a way with words that you would start to second guess yourself and your stance in any given situation.

"Well you better pray I don't fall and bust my head open, you know the cops won't hesitate to snatch your ass up."

Ending your smart ass of a comment with a smile, you turned back around and raised your leg, resting a knee on the counter as you struggled, but finally succeeded in pulling yourself up. The countertop dug into your knees painfully, making you sway back and forth in effort to not be on them too long and you snatched the medicine pack from the cabinet. Huffing out a sigh, you made zero effort to sit down lightly as you fell back onto your butt and turned your body, sitting down.

As you were checking the expiration date on the half empty box of DayQuil flu pills, you didn't notice Erik's gaze on you.

Matter fact, you never noticed his gaze on you.

You had seen the women he would associate himself with and you were the exact opposite. While they all had long hair down their backs, you opted to rock your natural hair in your usual braid out or space buns. While they all wore tight clothing that excentuated their curves and hips, you felt most comfortable in a big oversized t-shirt and sneakers. They would be bold and blunt with what they wanted from the world, while you just stayed in the cut and let life drag you wherever it wanted to. To say you were the opposite of his type was an understatement, but you learned to deal with it. Everyone had their own type and you just weren't his.

Although you wish you were.

Throughout your months of living together, you tied to date around and make him jealous, hoping that Erik would magically realize that he wanted you to himself and demand that you see no one else but him. And you would've happily obeyed to his demands, but once again .. that was a fairy tale you had conjured up in your head. You knew that he could never like someone like you, and after a while you began to accept that.

Erik had wanted to fuck with you the first day he ran into you. You had this innocent glow that he wanted to corrupt in the worse ways. He would notice you on campus being the perfect little student that everyone knew you to be. Other people, including himself, would walk into class late with just a pencil behind their ear and their phone. Yet, you'd be one of the few with a large book bag next to them as you had notes, paper, and books spread out in front of you ready to learn. While everyone stood at the university bulletin board looking for the latest club flyer, you were pulling off babysitting and tutoring ads.

You were different and he liked that. He knew that his chances of getting with you weren't really slim. He'd seen the way you'd look at him when you thought he wasn't watching, but you were one of the few females he was cool with. Fucking up a good friendship just for a quick nut was dumb, didn't mean he didn't think about you though.

Your body is what caught his attention at first. Short and super thick, like real thick. Smother me with your thighs thick, but you seemed to not appreciate your extra curves. You liked to cover up and wear baggy clothes, something that he found cute but also hated. On one rare occasion, you came to him and asked for his opinion on your outfit. There was some important presentation you had to attend and the attire was business casual. You walked into his room, giving him a complete 360 of your white blouse and fitted gray skirt, the dimples in your ass pronounced. He probably jerked off to that imagine about three times that night.

Honestly, you were his dream girl in every aspect, but you were too good for him. You actually had positive things going on in your life and a future that rivaled his own pointless one. One day you'd be some successful ass doctor, while he was still scrounging around and doing the same ol' same ol'.

"Here, take two of these and go lie down. Don't even try to say you're fine, because that damn snot bubble you're trying to keep down is saying otherwise." You said before he could even get out a breath and placed the tablets on a napkin for him.

You left the box on the counter, figuring that he would need some later and started to pick up the dirty dishes and place them into the sink. After about 30 minutes, all the leftovers were packed away, the dishwasher was running and the stove and counters were cleaned. Erik has mumbled under his breath all the way to his room after helping, but you could care less. Atleast you could go to bed knowing you had tried to help him get better.

After your nighttime routine was completed, you dropped own onto your bed and cuddled your pillow as you waited for the sandman to come and whisk you away for the night.

3:57 am

You stared at your phone as you laid still. The sound of a loud thump had pulled you from your sleep approximately 15 minutes ago and you had been hearing strange noises on and off since. It couldn't have been an intruder, could it? If you remembered correctly, Erik made sure to lock the door after he came in from work.

Still, someone could've been experienced with locks and was now roaming the apartment. Or maybe it was your neighbors who had kids? What if someone was attacking them? You decided to play it smart and text Erik first, for all you knew it could’ve been him.

Minutes went by without a reply back and you rolled your eyes. Every other night he was up doing god knows what, yet the one time where you needed him to be awake and alert, he wasn't?

"Answer your fucking phone." You whispered to yourself.

When you finally came to the conclusion that he was going to be of no help, you quietly got out of your bed, wincing as it croaked underneath you. Damn boxspring. You opened your side table and pulled out your bright pink taser. It was a gift from one of your girlfriends that was given as a joke, yet now you were thankful for her crazy ass. She'd definitely be proud to know that you were about to put it to good use. Bracing yourself, you said a silent prayer and cracked open your door, holding your breath as you waited for movement to catch your ear.

THUMP.

Being the dumbass that you were, instead of waiting for the intruder to come to you, you decided to be a bold bitch and leave the safety of your room. If this was a horror movie you would've been cursing at the lead. You never leave where you are, always let the killer come to you. Not thinking, you continued to follow the noise until you were stopped in front of a door ... Erik's door to be exact.

Was he hurt? Was someone in his room? Was he currently taking his last breath as you stood frozen in front of his door? With your finger on the trigger of your taser, you quickly opened his door hoping to catch whoever it was by surprise. Little did you know how much of a surprise you were actually in for.

Erik sat in front of his desk, headphones in both ears, eyes unmoving and trained on his iMac screen. His nostrils flared as his bottom lip was lodged under the top row of his teeth, the air releasing from his nose coming out loud and heavy. Trailing your eyes down lower, you were met with his naked upper half, the screen illuminating on his skin and making his scars look as if they were glowing. You tried to distract yourself by looking at his computer screen, but that was a mistake. The screen showed a girl that looked a lot like you on all fours, one of her hands underneath her she pumped her fingers into her pussy roughly, her face contoured in pleasure as you heard her moans through his headphones. You looked away, eyes fixated back on Erik's face and you fought internally not to look lower. A part of you deep down knew that there was no going back once you caught a peek, but you couldn't help it. You had to.

Taking a quick breath, your eyes shifted and you felt your knees buckle beneath you, your taser falling from your hands. Your eyes twitched momentarily as you blinked, unable to believe what you were seeing.

Was this a dream? Was this all some sick, twisted, extremely sexy dream that your mind had conjured up?

Erik's large hand was moving up and down in even strokes, his hand gripping the black fleshlight tightly and creating a vile squelching sound each time it swallowed his dick. Every once in a while the fleshlight would hit against the desk, creating the loud thump that had you worried earlier. His other hand was gripping his base, his fingers cupping his balls underneath as his hips started to roll upwards. A second later he pulled the toy off of him, opting to use both of his hands instead as he increased his pace, your eyes finally getting to see what he actually looked like. The view was better than anything you could've guessed. A thick broad vein ran along his shaft, the glare from the computer causing it to glisten and look as if it was dipped in sugar syrup, the fluid motion of both his hands gliding up and down with a good amount left abandoned every time he reached his head letting you know that it was big enough to choke on.

"Fuck baby.."

Your eyes snapped up and met his, his lip now released as he smirked at you, staring in your eyes. You shuffled back slightly, your hand gripping the doorknob tighter as another grunt met your ears. You were slightly embarrassed at being caught. Any normal person would've apologized profusely and slammed the door behind them, yet here you were. Your mouth opened to spill whatever random excuse you could think, your mind going into overdrive.

"Eri- .. I didn't mean to .. I was just-"

"You got a sexy ass mouth." He mumbled, turning his body suddenly so he was facing you head on. Slouching down in his chair, he spread his legs causing his sweatpants to lock around the top of his thighs, almost as if he was silently begging you to step forward.

Your mind was telling you leave and just deal with the awkward repercussions in the morning, but your feet seemed to have a mind of their own as you slowly walked towards him. No words were said between the both of you after that. He simply nodded down to the floor and the next thing you knew, your knees were digging into the plush carpet. It was almost as if he was a puppet master. With the flick of his finger or nod of his head, you were following his silent commands with no resistance. He kept looking at you as he reached over and pulled his headphones from the computer input, the sounds from the girl filling the air around you. You couldn't front, between her moans and his glare, you were turning into mush. Watching the grip he had on his dick had you desperately yearning to play with yourself, you hand rubbing against your thigh catching his attention and causing him to lick his lips.

He leaned his head towards you, his dreads casting shadows over his face.

"Bout time you came. I been waiting for you."

Having him so close to you made you want to shrink away and disappear. You had been around Erik long enough to see the kind of effects he had on girls. The amount of drama that females had gone through the get his attention was wild. Switching up on their friends, changing their appearance, one even went as far as quitting her job just so she could spend the week with him in Miami. Bitches were crazy, or maybe it was Erik who was making them that way.

"You came to take care of me again? Always going out of your way to make sure I'm straight. You a good lil bitch huh?"

You mouth hung open, the thoughts in your head mimicing someone smashing their hands on a computer keyboard. If anyone else was to talk to you like this, you were pretty sure you would've gave them a dirty look and tell them to back the fuck up, but for some reason, hearing those words come from Erik's mouth made you moaning mess.

Literally.

Catching what you were doing, you felt embarrassment bubble inside of you. What was wrong with you? Were you really getting turned on by this man calling you a bitch? Coming to terms with it, you accepted that you were. There was a tiny part of you buried deep down that always fantasized about someone calling you names, treating you like a rag doll as they filled every hole you had. You just didn't think this someone would be Erik.

"You like that?" He watched as you nodded your head, a chuckle leaving his lips and his hand quickly gripped your face, causing your lips to pucker like a blow fish. "Always knew you were a freak."

Without another word, he pulled you forward causing you to shuffle quickly and grab onto the handles on his desk chair in order not to fall. You were pulled right up to his dick, the large statue staring back at you menancingly before it was being rubbed against your lips. You let him entertain himself for a while, enjoying the feeling of him getting off to your plush sets. You fixed them into suction cups, sucking the skin as he bucked his hips up and down, your tongue pressing against him and your lips spreading the wetness around him.

It was then that a sniffle met your ears, causing you to remember the events from the night before. You looked up at him, holding back your smile when you saw his red nose, which was extremely cute if you had to be honest. You moved back, softly moving his hands away and grabbing him fully in yours. He hissed when you started twisting your hand around his length. He was warm .. almost hot. How long had he been masturbating?

"You sick and all you could think about was jerking off?"

"All I could think about was you. I caught what you were doing earlier.” Caught of guard, your hand halted for a spare second, face twisted in confusion. All you did earlier was make dinner, like you usually did since he couldn't cook anything more than rice and ramen. You went to reply and ask what he was talking about when he rested his hand over yours, the both of your hands now working together over his length.

"Climbing up on the counter in just your t-shirt, ass hanging out at the bottom. You think you slick?"

"I didn't know it was out.."

He chuckled, like a real genuine chuckle, as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard all day.

"Come here girl."

You assumed you were moving too slow, because only a second or two later he was lifting you up and situating you onto his lap, your thighs pressing against the chair handles. You remembered when he had ordered this big ass gaming chair, claiming the plushed back support was worth the grand he'd spent on it. There were so many things you could've spent a thousand dollars on and it for damn sure wasn't no chair, but it did come in handy. With its wide handles and large seat, you were more than comfortable even with your large thighs pressed against the sides. He bounced his legs roughly, the force causing your breast to bounce against your chest. If someone were to tell you that you'd be sitting in his lap, hand wrapped around his dick on a Tuesday night.. you would've laughed. A real hearty one as if you were watching a Katt Williams special. Yet, here you were. You couldn't believe it.

"What are we doing?" The question came from your lips in a soft whisper, almost as if you were scared for his answer. A part of you were. Maybe he would sit back and realize just how crazy this whole situation was before pushing you off and telling you to get out. Maybe he'd realize that you were still the same girl you'd always been and ask you what the fuck you were doing in his room. All of the negative things he could've responded with ran through your head. Why did you have to ask that?

"What you think we doing?" He leaned his head back, eyeing you. Before you could think of what to say, he reached and started scrolling on the computer.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." You looked at him annoyed, going to grab his hand away from the mouse, just for him to move it quickly. Here you were trying to talk to him and he thought the computer was more important?

"I don't want us regretting this in the morning. We fucking live together Erik, we’re supposed to be friends. This is gonna be so awkward.. oh my gosh."

Looking past your lust momentarily, you realized just how messy this was. Everyone knew that friendships couldn't work after hooking up. Sure, people would fake the funk and act like they were buddy buddy after, but you knew the truth. It would be weird and uncomfortable. You'd slowly start hanging out less, one of you always busy and out the house, no longer able to hold conversations with one another. Eventually one of you would have to move out, there was no question about it. God forbid you had to move back in with your parents, not even to mention how many questions they would have. Maybe you could find a new place, or try to get something on campus .. or- sound coming from his speakers caught you off guard.

You turned to the right and watched as the PornHub logo popped up before the video started. It was of a black couple, the girl sitting on the guys lap as he rubbed her ass. They started making out heavily, the girls moans ringing through as the man started to roughly grope her.

"Nothing's gonna go left. I ain’t gonna let you get away from me so easily, trust me. Just relax and let me take care of you like you take care of me. Now start stroking." Erik wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he kissed your forehead, casting them down towards your nose and lips before detouring towards your neck.

Your blurry eyes set on the large screen, taking in the sight before you and realizing he was pretty much mimicking them. When a loud slap rang through the room, Erik would make sure to follow it up with a slap of his own. When the couple would kiss loudly, Erik would grab you by the neck and kiss you roughly, tongue all in your mouth and down your throat as his lips pretty much covered yours.

"How many times have you watched this?" You trembled, goosebumps forming against your skin as your eyes closed momentarily. Your body was way too worked up and you could tell he was too by the amount of pre cum that had leaked from his head onto your hand, his wetness coating him everytime you caressed him. He was too busy fondling with your pussy from the back to answer. His middle finger dipping perfectly between your lips and leaving barely there touches against your clit.

"Enough to know I wanna fuck you like that." His finger bypassed the material of your underwear and finally slipped in, your body shuddering as you started rolling your hips. One finger wasn't enough and you were pretty sure two would just barely itch the scratch you had built up. His command to “open your fucking eyes” caused you to look back at the screen, seeing the couples positions now flipped. The girl laid back on the seat, her legs in the air as the man positioned his dick at her entrance, one long stroke allowing him to enter as the girl cursed profusely.

"Dreamed of fucking you in this chair, your ass hanging off it as your knees press against your chest, big ass titties bouncing for me."

"Must be a dream cause I'm not that flexible." You joked, earning a bite at your earlobe.

"You'd be surprised what the body can do when the right one handles it."

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