Erik Killmonger X Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Ok, we all know Erik’s dick game is fucking outstanding. But yall know how fucking superb and marvelous it had to be when he had the strength of the black panther??? cause sis
MY KILLMONGER FIC LIST
SERIES
OBSESSION
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Part 1 ; Part 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 - Part 1 ; Part 2
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
DRACONIAN DEEDS
Part I
Part II
THE COURT OF KING N’JADAKA
One
ONE-SHOTS
Misunderstood
His Angel
Forever Mine
House Rules
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
Warning: Language, Dom!Erik, Sub!Reader, Smut. Finally!! Everyone’s consensus is that Erik is a jerk and I agree. Sleepy af writing this. Sorry if it’s not great.
Part 7: Forward
‘Doesn’t matter what we do’ yeah right. If it didn’t matter he wouldn’t keep leaving. But it was typical of him to come charging back expecting the world to stop at his command as if he were Beyonce. You close the door and go back into the kitchen. You have turkey burgers with onion, cooked kale, sweet tea, and sweet fluffy cornbread. You just need to take out the mac and cheese.
“I just think it’s funny how you clock me for getting jealous but then you get jealous and throw a whole damn tantrum,” you say removing the casserole dish from the oven.
“One, watch your mouth. I ain’t even here to fight with you. Two, I wasn’t jealous because I’m not like you. I was pissed at the disrespect from BOTH of y'all and unlike YO scary ass, I wasn’t finna sit there and take it. Don’t neither of y'all deserve this premium dick to be honest.”
“Great because I’m not asking for it.”
“Which is why you won’t get it. In fact…”
He makes a direct b-line for your bedroom and your sixth sense warns you that he’s up to no good. You throw down your oven mitt to follow him. He throws open your drawers and you dive in front of him to block his warpath, shoving him, but he shoves you aside. You try building up the inertia to tackle him in a run, but he dodges and you miss horribly crashing to the floor. “Ow,” you murmur feeling a pain in your knee. Then it’s too late. When you look up he has your rabbit and bullet in his hands.
“WHY WOULD YOU SNIFF THAT,” you yell frowning in disgusted horror. You do clean your toys after every use, but still! He had absolutely no shame. God knows how deep his kinks ran.
“Mind ya fuckin business,” he snaps and you look at the digital clock on your nightstand that your mom gave you in college. It’s getting late which means he’ll only get worse. “You ain’t getting no dick and no play period. No toys and if you push me, no fingers. I’ll cut them shits off and you’ll be nuttin on ya damn knuckles.”
“What the hell?! Nigga, you are severely unhinged..”
—
"And since you know that, you got one more time to cuss at me. Try me. I swear I been waitin on this shit,” he squatted to her eye level and held her gaze like a predator, ready to spring at any attitude she returned. She was lowkey pushing him and he could feel it. She was like Shay in that way and he could tell she was wet by the dilation of her pupils, the sexual energy behind her aggression, and the fact she was still sitting on the floor staring up at him with expectation. She wanted something to happen, but did she deserve it? That was a loaded question. She shut up quick and there was a solid pause. No she definitely didn’t deserve it.
"Punk ass.” He rolled his eyes, standing, and she finally picked herself up from the floor, moving to the doorway.. out of his physical reach. She turned on her heel, brave now that she’d walked away. He listened carefully, still ready.
“Look, Stevens. I don’t know what you’re used to with your other subs, but I don’t care how attractive or smart you are. I’m smart too,“ she continued and he almost melted from the cuteness. This was her little speech and she wanted to storm away after to reclaim some sense of control. He let her finish. "And a friendship with me requires mutual respect. So all of this attitude,” she gestured around him to his general aura, “…Needs to die. Fast.”
“There you go with that friendship shit, but you absolutely right and I been fuckin up witchu,” he stepped closer to her and she stepped back. “Calm yo punk ass down, damn.” He hated when she acted that way, nervous and jumpy around him. It was always when she knew she was in danger of being fucked. He wished she’d just relax and let things happen. He passed her in the hall and strolled back into the kitchen. He was hungry and tired of fussing. He didn’t come over for all that. He just wanted to spend some quality time with her and to ease her mind, not increase her anxiety.
“Get you a plate,” he ordered when Y/N surfaced. He watched, tired, as she rolled her eyes and turned to her cabinet, pausing with her hand on a red plate. She whipped back around folding her arms over her chest.
“No,” she said blankly. He stared at her, waiting for her to expound, and her boldness resurfaced. “No, you know what? This is my house and you don’t own shit here. You act a damn fool, insult me, steal my shit, then wanna eat my food? No. You can leave.”
The air was quiet as he stared at her, holding her attention. Her eyes threatened to falter under his icy gaze, but they peered back at him enforcing her words. She meant it or at least.. The pettiness in her was trying to convince her that she did. ‘You don’t own shit,’ she’d said. It echoed in his ears. He heard it clearly.
—
Something told you to run when he stared at you like a serial killer, but you’d chanced it because to a degree, you knew him. You knew he would never hurt you physically and that you didn’t need to be afraid or nervous. But then he’d never given you that look before either and it sent a strong chill through your spine. He lunges with killer speed and your surprised shriek is cut off by his strong hand covering your mouth. Your arm is seized by his and his body traps your back against the fridge, subduing you completely.
“You know, Y/N.. At first I thought a slow pace would be best for you. I ain’t wanna push my luck.” His nose grazes your neck intensifying your chills. You feel his breathy chuckle light against your throat. You try to pull away but it’s of no use, he has you pinned. His eyes are deceptively calm.
“But after today? I realized something about you..” His lips press into the sensitive skin of your neck repeatedly making small smacking noises. His hand travels quickly under the band of your panties. You can feel his breath tickle your skin throwing your breathing out of whack. “You got hoe tendencies,” he continues and you stiffen, somewhat insulted.. again, but still unable to breathe properly.
“Mhm. Hoe ten-den-cies,“ he repeats enunciating for emphasis, "You fast as hell when you think I won’t violate you. Like when you be flirting through text. Wearing them booty shorts with your thick ass jiggling in my face. Then you wanna rub that pussy in my house?” He tuts, “You ain’t think that shit would add up?” He’s the one who told you to masturbate so that didn’t count. The hairs on your arm and neck stand to attention as his mustache and beard prick at your neck and jaw. His fingers sweep between your lower lips and you can feel that you’re already soaked. You groan against the hand that’s clamped tightly over your mouth, unable to hold back the sound.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, nose meeting yours. His thick finger plunges into your wet opening easily and you hold in the sounds, eyes fluttering tightly shut. A second finger slips in and they spread apart stretching you as he places a kiss to your forehead. You shudder in his arms at the variety of sensations.
“I don’t own shit, huh,” he breathes into your neck and you don’t know whether to answer or 'shut the fuck up’, but the latter seems all you can do regardless. His fingers pull out of you and he inhales them as though they are doused in some wonderful fragrance before putting them into his mouth and licking his lips. What was up with him and sniffing everything? Aside from that, you wish he’d given you time to purchase the flavored lube. His actions were causing your anxiety to flare.
“Kiss me,” he says dropping his hand from your mouth and his soft lips land on yours, his tongue invading the space between. You taste yourself. You can’t wait to get that lube. Resistance becomes futile as you melt into him, returning the fervor. You couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped you as your tongues wrestled. It was the intimacy that you craved. You loved kissing Erik.
His hands move down your hips to your thighs and then he pulls, lifting you quickly by the thighs. This time your legs are on either side of him and you wrap your arms around his neck for balance. It made you nervous each time he lifted you. You knew he was strong, but you weren’t at all small and if he dropped you or hit your head on something, you’d be pissed.
“Erik… Chill out. Let’s take this slow,” you reason as he carts you to your bedroom. You know what comes after a kiss like that and it’s not a movie. His response is a peck on your lips. He is moving this situation between you two along way too quickly for your comfort. It hasn’t even been a day since you agreed to his rules. He was taking them seriously. “Erik! I’m not–” He slams you on your bed and you bounce. “I’m not prepar–”
“Didn’t I say shut the fuck up? Say one more thing I’m a fuck you till you can’t walk.. angelcakes.”
The affection was tacked on again at the end, an afterthought. He must get much rougher than this with his other subs. You shut your lips, clamping them tightly together. You don’t doubt his capabilities in the least and you aren’t ready for that level of extreme.
“Yo punk ass wanna be Speedy Gonzalez at the wrong times and shit, but you got the right nigga tonight,” he says looking you up and down. “Strip. I’m a count to ten and I better see skin.” Scared of what could happen to you if you fail, you’re butt naked by seven and he crawls onto the bed between your legs, keeping them spread. He pushes them apart wider, raising your knees. The air hits your vagina. This isn’t good. You feel vulnerable and exposed while he’s still fully clothed.
“I tell you what to do, you do it. That was our arrangement, but you seem to have forgotten. Is it because I left today?” Before you can respond, he continues. “I don’t really care. Be mad, but you WILL obey me. Do you understand?”
Nope. But you nod and he pinches your nipple hard forcing a small falsetto yelp from your lips. “You said dont talk,” you grit following up quickly with an “I hear you.” Jerk. How did you end up in this situation with him?
“You hear, but do you understand? Tell me what you’ll do when I give you an order.”
“I’ll obey,” you say fighting the urge to kiss your teeth in annoyance. He’s so extra. His warm yet rough hands land on your skin, roaming and grasping over your torso and you squirm under his touch, annoyance slowly fading bit by bit. Though you’ve been extremely nervous and hesitant, you’ve also been incredibly horny and touch-starved. It felt amazing to be massaged and loved on after so many solo years. When he grips and kneads your titties, you arch into his palms, glad to finally rub against him in some way.
“Touch yourself,” he commands and your hand finds your clit like this morning when you masturbated at his house. This time, he could see everything. You begin to rub in circular motions while his fingers play with your erect nipples. Erik is entranced by the view of your stimulated vulva and there’s no discomfort in his eyes which makes you feel accepted. You were worried for nothing, it seems. He watches you play, fingers dancing to the left of your clit and down to the source of the wetness. He’s as into it as you are and he can’t even feel what your fingers are doing. You smile at the thought. Suddenly his fingers move yours out of the way.
“Daddy’s turn.”
—
The moment his tongue connected to her pussy and she gasped, he knew it was a wrap. She would be putty in his hands going forward, lil fast ass. He was able to watch her patterns while she masturbated and recreate them with precision, strumming her clit like Carlos Santana on a guitar. He was making her cry, but this wasn’t just an exploration. Oh no. She’d fucked that up. This was a punishment. He’d warned her twice to watch her mouth talking to him, yet she was still talking crazy.
All shame went out the window replaced with a strong urge to cum as she jerked and thrusted beneath him. That was all he wanted for her. He licked and sucked at her dripping core until he could see she was losing control, grabbing her own titties. “Mmm, Mhm,” he moaned in encouragement and somehow it made her even wetter. She tasted good and he was happy for her progress as well as his meal. But she still ain’t deserve to cum just yet. She especially didn’t deserve the dick. She needed to suffer. His fingers returned thrusting inside of her slippery pink walls without him breaking the vacuum seal his lips had on her swollen clit and she moaned deeply. He officially had her in his hand and he was determined to milk her and bring her to the edge as many times as possible. Once. Twice. Three times. He kept pulling back right before she could explode and she was shitty, boy. It was what she deserved.
“Nope. Don’t touch my pussy,” he’d said when she tried to finish the job herself. He’d never seen her so desperate and needy, but it was only the beginning. He’d meant what he said earlier about her asking for the dick and he intended to make her beg. The way her body arched from the bed, begging wordlessly, she could get there by tonight.
His fingers curved to massage her g-spot with the intent of bringing her to the edge of climax for the fourth time. It didn’t take long to do, she was already hovering close to that zone. Her body thrashed at the point where she would normally let up on the pressure during masturbation to spare herself, but he didn’t let up one bit, he went harder, smirking at her attempts to push him back and grab his arm. She knew he wouldn’t let her cum and he knew exactly how to push a woman’s body and pull it back. She needed to learn that she was no longer controlling the pace. That was dead.
“Oh nah, you wasn’t shy when you put your pussy in that bitch face. Don’t be scared now. Open them pretty eyes, I want you watch me eat this pussy.” He flipped her thick legs over her head, folding her body so she would get an unobstructed view of his long tongue on her pussy above her, his hands gripping and pushing back her calves. He dragged his tongue up and down her slit from her opening up to her clit and back. This was the most basic shit and she’d never admit to loving and fantasizing about it, but her wetness didn’t lie. “You love this shit. Daddy’s little hoe,” he teased.
—
Your eyes roll back in your head and you’ve long given up on holding in your moans.
“Please, Erik,” you beg. You’re torn between your pride and being too far gone to care. Every second with every long lick takes you further into dangerous territory.
“Erik ain’t here.”
“Eri- Daddy. I wanna cum.. I need to cum. Please, daddy…,” you breathe unsteadily and he looks sympathetic. You know that look and he’s incapable of sympathy. You push onto his fingers, but he pulls them out of you again. You whine at the loss.
“Stop playing!” You feel a tear of frustration escape. He was taking this teasing thing too far. And you’d even called him the nickname.. twice!
“Aww, angelcakes. Don’t worry I won’t make you cum yet, I know how slow you need things to go. You ain’t prepared to cum yet.”
“Please, I’m ready. Daddy, I’m ready,” you beg feeling desperate and a little crazed, in need of relief.
“Nah I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. You smart and you deserve to be respected. So get up, let’s go eat.”
“Nigga…,” you sigh in exasperation. “You get on my nerves so bad, I swear.” You almost want to cry, but you reign it in with a deep and long exhale. He moves away watching you with a humored expression.
“I ain’t say put your clothes back on. Drop it.”
Kissing your teeth, you drop your shirt. “Man, I need a shower. My thighs are wet and I refuse to ruin my furniture because of it.” His gleaming smile is an irritant to your soul, simultaneously pissing you off and turning you on.
“I need to supervise you. Make sure you don’t start touching spots that ain’t yours to touch.”
Rolling your eyes you grab a towel and washcloth from your linen closet and trot to the bathroom. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the closed door where he watches you turn on the shower and jump back at the spray of cold water that hits your side. His laugh spurts and you throw the soap bar at him in a hard pitch. That’s funny too apparently. He returns the soap and the water warms enough for you to get under it. You halfway expect him to join you, but he doesn’t. It’s unnerving feeling his stare during such a private moment, but you manage to ignore it and clean yourself up. He hands you your towel and after you dry off, you wrap up with it.
“Now dinner.”
You nod your agreement. This time he points to a chair and you sit and wait at your dining table while he fishes out two plates with utensils and glasses, plating your meals and setting the table. This energy feels more like a typical Friday movie night energy and while you’re disappointed you didn’t get the chance to cum, you welcome your best friend’s reappearance.
“So, where DID you go when you abandoned me earlier,” you ask with a bite of turkey burger. You had to ask, you were curious. You figured he’d gone to get his rocks off with a different, less infuriating sub.
“Shay’s,” he confesses. “You said abandoned? It ain’t like I left you tied to the bed. You were comfortable. Probably masturbated right after I left like you’ll do when I leave tonight. Only this time you’ll have to use your fingers.”
—
“And because I know how you work, yes, I fucked her. But don’t trip, I broke things off with her right after. She’s out and you’re my new number three.” Her face gave it away, she ain’t like that much, but she wouldn’t argue. She already knew what it was. Still, like Shay, she wanted to be the only, but that wouldn’t work for him. Not just yet because she wasn’t ready to keep up with him. With Shay, not ever because he wasn’t interested.
“I didn’t ask you all that,” she snapped defensively. That’s the thing, she ain’t have to.
“Mhm, so other than masturbating and cooking this bomb ass food, what you do after I left?” he eyed her, stabbing into his mac and cheese.
“After you abandoned me to run off and no doubt have obscenely kinky sex all because you were mad at me?” He had to smile. There was no pulling the wool over her eyes. “Oh, I took a nap and then finally made it to the Coffee Bean. Then I watched Deadpool 2 and did some laundry.”
“You watched it without me,” his head cocked to the side in genuine disappointment. They were supposed to watch that together when a working stream was posted. He met her proud smirk with a strong stare which only made her smirk more smug.
“This why I like you. Why you don’t show this side to other people? You might actually get some friends.“
Her smug grin turned into a glare, eyes narrowing into a chagrined expression. "How you just assume i don’t have friends?”
“Well, first.. if you did you wouldn’t be alone or with me so often. Two, who with friends stays home as often as you do? Three, you never talk about friends, just the people at your job and made up characters you seen on screen. Next question.” He had to read her like that for her own good, but he knew it would come back.
“And what about you,” here we go, “I bet the only people you talk to outside of your job, whatever that is, Tommy… are your subs.”
She was right, but he didn’t need friends. She needed and deserved to have a bunch of kind-hearted people like her around who care about her.
“It ain’t your job to worry about me. I’m thinkin bout you. We gone get you some good lil friends, ma, and you’ll be good. No niggas though.”
“What’s that matter? What ever happened to me doing whatever I want outside of being with you? You having a little difficulty?”
“Find a nigga that can give you something I can’t and then I’ll be jealous. Until then, I just ain’t helping you find nigga friends because it’s a high chance they won’t be genuine or good for you.”
“You were..”
She meant it, he could feel that in his heart. It felt good to be praised by her. A smile played on the corner of his lips, but he fought it. “My intentions weren’t pure and they still aren’t.”
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Masterlist
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The Video:( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Issa Reunion: ( Chapter 1 ) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 ) Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 ( Chapter 7 ) ( Chapter 8/ Final )
Issa Reunion 2.0:
Issa Reunion Visuals: The House Vamp Inspo The Strip Club Vamp Inspo 2 The New House *Thanks To Taylor*
Mob Boss Zaddy: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) ( Chapter 3 ) ( Chapter 4 ) Chapter 5 My Lil Grimey Nigga ( Side Chapter )
Mob Boss Zaddy Visuals: The House Zaddy Inspo KuKu 1 KuKu 2 KuKu 3 [ Set 1 ] [ Set 2 ] [ Set 3 ] [ Set 4 ]
Doctors Orders: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 )
My New Toy: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
The Tutor: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2.5 )
Forbidden: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Birthday Video Call: ( Part 1 )
Who Is She?: ( Chapter 1 )
One Shots: ( The Apology ) ( Tell Me About Your Day ) ( The Heat ) ( I Hate You ) ( His Personal Lawyer ) ( Oh That’s Funky ) Fuck That BBQ!
Anon One Shots: Henny Dick Faked Orgasm Erik’s Turn Ons Her Lil Girlfriend First Kiss Christina Piercing He Hit? Period Comfort ( Own The Dick ) 5 Stages Of Grief ( I Love You )
T’Challa:
T’Challa’s Daughter
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Master List Of My Master List
Im starting college next week and I don’t know if I have time to update like I usually do. I’ll be busy moving in and starting classes so here’s a small ass list of all my master list. My last class of the day ends at 2:30 so of course I will write more in the near future but anywho enjoy these for the time being whores
Surfaced Master List *T’challa x POC (Mermaid) Reader* [Fairytale Series]
Letters To Y/N *Chadwick x POC Reader* (Finished)
Doll House *T’challa,Erik Killmonger, M’Baku,Lakeith Stanfield Fan Fic*
Honey Love *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic* (Finished)
Honey Love 2 *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic*
Head Canons and One Shots
Scarlet Rose *Erik Killmonger x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Dawn Before Darkness *Lakeith Stanfield x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Red *Erik Killmonger Fanfic* (Coming Soon)
Imagine: getting a new nigga and Erik finds out and shows up to your apartment 💀🤦🏾♀️
BlackPantherImagines Masterlist
Updated: 08/23/2018
These are all the stories that I have written so far, I will update them as I finish the series and one shots! This list only consist of Reader Inserts (Y/N) because I ONLY WRITE READER INSERTS! (Please keep that in mind when you send in a request.)
I write for any MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) character, but the main theme of my blog is Black Panther. You can send in request via Ask/Message, I’ll tag you unless you want to be anonymous.
Warning: Most stories include NSFW themes/context.
I DO NOT WRITE:
T’Cherik/T’Shuri/N’Shuri or any other disgusting incestual relationship people come up with. (ANY INCESTUAL REQUEST WILL BE BLOCKED!)
Shuri with any man that is older than her. (I will write inserts with you and Shuri.)
NON-CON/RAPE
Everything else is open, unless I say otherwise.
I. First Love (One shot)
Erik and You have been friends for a long time, but one night and one mistake changes your relationship for the worse.
“Erik, listen to me. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean for it to happen..”
II. Liberation
You go out with a friend for a much needed break from school and life.
“You didn’t know this man, but something in his gaze was… Predatory.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III
III. Operation: Honey Pot
You are sent out to obtain information on Ulysses Klaw, you will do whatever is necessary to complete your mission.
“If they wanted the Target alive, you were a Bounty Hunter. But if they wanted the Target dead, well then… You did what you have to do.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV •|• Part V •|• Finale I •|• Finale II •|• Finale III
IV. Countdown (One shot)
Erik has been away from home for a long time, and you’ve missed him dearly, simultaneously making the people around you suffer.
“The side of his bed was ice cold, but you started to sleep with pillow, his scent seemed to be embedded in the goose feathers and it helped soothe your mind.”
V. Soft. (One shot)
Erik has been sent to kill someone important, a quick and easy mission turns into a hard decision to save his career or his heart.
“He didn’t stop, and he didn’t respond, even when his heart studdered in his chest at your admission.”
VI. ILANGA (Updating Series)
An Unknown form has crashed into the Great Vibranium Hill.
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
VII. Death of A Bachelor (One shot)
Erik’s bachelor life is about to end, may he rest in peace.
“But I love you, usana,” he uttered in that foreign language close to your ear. He rarely spoke it around you, only on the phone with certain people and when he was trying to get under your skin. Like right now.”
Part I •|• Part II
VIII. The Library (One Shot)
You, Erik and some spiked tea in an empty library at midnight, a recipe for success.
“Y’know what goes good with a warm cup of tea?” you heard the woman speak and you turned to look at her. Once she saw that your attention was on her, she continued. “A really good book, there’s a library across the street, opened just as late as me.”
IX. Soldier (Drabble)
AU!Gender-bender(Female Erik Killmonger) drabble inspired by A Masterpiece.
“This was the most she has ever said in your presence, and as you listened to her raspy slurs you couldn’t help the racing of your heart.”
I. Cyber Girl (One shot)
Erik introduces T’Challa to internet porn and he later on discovers Live Cam Girls.
“Enter your password, Imma show you some enlightening shit.”
II. Insubordinate (Updating Series)
T’Challa takes punishment in his own hands when he approaches a wayward War Dog about her lack of responsibility.
“T’Challa looked to your form kneeling at his feet, you were topless. He felt his eye twitch in irritation, and he felt heat bloom in his chest. Jealousy.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
I. Flower Girl (One shot)
You go out to find Shuri after you wake up alone in bed.
“You grabbed another flower from behind you; a beautiful, bright blue orchid that you’ve only seen in this garden.”
I. The Parlor (T’Challa Udaku + Reader + N’Jadaka Udaku)
Part I •|• Part II
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* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
As we all predicted, I just saw black panther and I freaking LOVED IT. *makes grabby hands for requests and beta readers*
What do I mean by beta readers, you ask? Good question.
As a half asian, half ... well, basically everything in Europe, woman - I want to make 100% sure my portrayal of POCS and their culture(s) is accurate. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know squat. And reading a guide just isn’t the right approach in my opinion. So I’m looking for some lovely POC readers (African American/Black) to proof read my works before I post them, to make sure I don’t make mistakes. Send me an instant message if you’re interested, and keep an eye out for some content to come your way!
Its also of note that i WILL NOT WRITE any of the black panther characters with a white reader. I’m sorry, but I won’t do it.
anyway - send requests my way pretty please!
Good morning! An Erik Killmonger oneshot will be coming your way tonight. In the mean time, have any headcanons you want to see? Send them in!
Electricity.
Requested by Anonymous: So we all agree that Erik is a Dom. A piece with the reader being an innocent bystander of the museum and she’s looking at the same artifacts as Erik and she’s utterly captivated by him and doesn’t want him to notice. He approaches real smooth like starts to talking about colonization and such then gets real close to her ear whispering how he knows she’s been watching him and he can spot a Sub from a mile away then smut ensues. Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Female Reader Warnings: NSFW, tons of smut! And I do mean tons. Fingering, fellatio (male receiving), choking, protected sex (use a condom, kids!), along with a mildly unhealthy one night stand. And Erik being... well, Erik. Enjoy! Word Count: 3.4k. If you like to read a quick smut fic, this is not for you. Grab a glass of wine and hunker down, readers! This took almost a week to write. A/N: The biggest thank you I can extend goes to @panthergoddessbast. She’s been a constant help with my recent writing, and for this one shot she went above and beyond. gif credit.
Upon entering the museum’s exhibit, you had contemplated if paying good money out of your own pocket to view a diluted display of African Culture was worth it.
- Until you saw him.
He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen.
The way the stranger held himself exuded smooth confidence like a cat on the prowl. His posture reminded you of someone who had once been in the military, hands tucked behind him with his back as straight as a board. He walked slow circles around the same display of what looked like a handmade hatchet. This loop gave you enough time to rake your eyes over his figure, taking in the broad shoulders covered in denim as you wondered how wide your legs would have to spread to accommodate them. You could feel yourself growing wet at the thought, glancing back up to get another look at his face. At least – until you accidentally made eye contact.
So you did an intelligent thing. Immediately look in the opposite direction and pretend to be absorbed in another display. Maybe if you looked away long enough he would forget about you.
Despite your unshakable logic, the reflection in the glass display in front of you showed a handsome form gradually advancing towards you from behind. Taking deep breaths were supposed to steady your heart rate, instead you caught the undertone of his musky cologne. Rich enough to make your knees weak with undertones that were strictly his.
The second he caught your eye, Erik couldn’t stop himself from smirking. Your expression may as well have been one of total submission for him – and he fucking loved submissive women. Nothing got his motor running quite like ruining a sexy girl like you with his cock. Would you be the type to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans? Or would you be the type to test his patience, mouthing off to him until your quips turn to screams? There’s only one way to find out, he thought, closing the distance between the two of you within a matter of seconds.
“It’s fucked up,” he finally spoke. He was close enough to you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. “This place is a joke… a shrine to ‘history’ for the white man. They got white washed exhibits of the Natives and African tribes, ain’t nobody told em how they been ripped out of the hands of the people that made em.”
“All for the sake of a dollar,” you added. It was the first time you had spoken to each other, and yet you had more in common than anyone else in the entire museum. “They forced our families apart, sold us like cattle and treated us like dogs. We fought fifty times harder for a tenth of the respect owed to us. Our ancestors went through more abuse than any white person can imagine, and we’re still afraid for our lives… even now.”
Unbeknownst to you, Erik’s eyes had remained on you the entire time you spoke. Some men may share in the emotional resonance of your words, and he knew you were right, but he would much prefer a passionate fuck than a passionate conversation. Unless said conversation took place while he had you spread out over the surface of one of these damn displays while he fucked you raw. His dick was already pressed against the confines of his jeans, leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
You tensed up the second you felt his feather light touch, unsure if what he had done was intentional or not. You turned your head towards the stranger to see if maybe it was your imagination, only to stop short mere centimetres from this man’s mouth.
“Oh,” you gulped. Was he trying to kiss you? Should you lean forward and make the first move? Or simply melt into a puddle on the floor? Only you know which direction you were leaning in when Erik finally spoke.
“Ain’t nothin’ I can say to top that, babygirl. But I can show you something.” Before you could even react Erik’s hands were on your hips, holding you steady while he pressed his erection against your ass. You held perfectly still, afraid that if you moved in the slightest he’d evaporate into thin air.
He must have sensed your internal conflict; you could feel the vibrations of his chest when he chuckled softly in your ear. “Don’t think I ain’t seen you undressing me with your eyes over here. Made me wanna use that open mouth for something else.”
You didn’t need to even think about articulating a response to that.
“I’m staying at the Raddison,” you purred softly, timed with a bold roll of your hips that made Erik’s grip tighten. “Room 442. Care to join me?”
Judging from the way he yanked you away from the display and towards the front door – the answer was yes.
The five minute walk to your hotel turned into a two and a half minute sprint, taking turns tugging each other by the hand in the race to reach your room as fast as possible. If it wasn’t for the erection he was sporting, Erik would have led the charge the entire way. Instead it was you who reached the glass doors of the Raddison first, bursting through the door and racing towards the elevators.
It wasn’t until you were shuffling impatiently in front of the elevators that something dawned on you. “I… I forgot to ask you your name,” you said sheepishly. The corner of his mouth twitched upward just the slightest, but his gaze remained unwavering on the set of elevators in front of you.
“Erik. Name’s Erik.”
- Erik kissed you for the first time once the two of you made it inside the elevator. He pinned you against the nearest wall, sucking briefly on your lower lip before you drew him closer. His tongue brushed briefly against yours, warm hands sliding to the small of your back to press you closer. Neither of you noticed the elevator had slowed down, too lost in each other and the depth of your kiss. If it hadn’t been for the automated voice announcing your arrival, you may have ended up forgoing the bedroom in the first place.
“Almost there,” you huffed, locating your key card with slightly shaking hands. Upon your arrival at the hotel, you had scrunched your nose at the pack of condoms in your welcome gift. Maybe you would be able to make use of everything after all…
“You need the tour?” You asked once you were inside, never breaking eye contact with Erik.
“Nah.”
“Good.”
Moving together as one, you hopped up to latch your legs around his hips and your arms around his waist. Erik ‘supported’ you with a firm grip on your ass, his breath hitching when you kissed the skin directly underneath his ear. He dumped you rather unceremoniously onto your bed, making you yelp in protest to the sudden change in elevation.
You had every intention to fix Erik with a very stern look, once you could tell which way was up again. Instead any protests you had died down because of the now shirtless man at the end of your bed. His entire torso was littered with small, raised scars that you’d never seen before. Something in his gaze told you there was no room for discussion, keeping your mouth closed and ogling the definition of his muscles instead.
“Take it off,” Erik grunted. He jutted his chin towards your dress, palming himself as best he could through the denim of his jeans. You unzipped the material just enough to be able to pull the dress up over your head, not wanting to miss the look on Erik’s face when he saw you clad in your bra and panties that complimented your skin tone perfectly.
“God damn. Look at you. Flip over, babygirl.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you obediently propped yourself up on all fours. Erik’s eyes were practically glued to your ass, unzipping and stepping out of his jeans without looking away for a second.
“You gon be good?” he asked, trailing the pad of his finger from the sole of your foot to the back of your knee. When he was met with nothing but silence on your end, the sharp crack of his hand coming down on your ass cheek startled you out of your trance. “Ah! Y-yes, I’ll be good for you.”
You’re yanked back by your hair as Erik kisses you forcefully, his free hand unlatching your bra and tugging the material over your shoulders and away from your chest. Your nipples were already pebbled from arousal, shivering from the intensity of his kiss and the breeze on your skin.
“Look at these fucking tits,” he grunts once the kiss is broken, weighing one heavily in his hand before giving it a squeeze. Erik smirks when you inhale sharply, but still allow him to explore your body. He was in charge – you were along for the ride. “Lay down for me princess. Spread those legs nice and wide.”
No sooner does he let go of your hair do you flip back over as sensually as you could, Erik’s mouth immediately attaching itself to the side of your neck. “Oh…” you hummed, tilting your head further back to allow him more access.
The mattress sinks as Erik lowers himself down next to you. Unsure of where to place your hands, you settle for a loose grip on his dreads and another on the bedsheets beneath you. Erik trailed open mouthed kisses from your neck to your sternum, veering right to seal his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned low in your throat, feeling his free hand continue the descent towards the apex of your thighs. Instead of removing the material from around your hips, Erik shifts your panties aside to gain access to his meal for the night.
Erik made no attempt to stifle his moan when he felt your juices coat his fingers, breaking away from your breast to rest his forehead against your shoulder. If it wasn’t for your grip on his hair he would have sat himself up to get a better look… but he had all night. And there was another position he could think of for a close up view.
“This all for me?” He prompted, dragging a finger between your folds. There was something almost tender about the way Erik nuzzled your jaw to draw your attention. “Yes… all for you, baby.” Pleased with your answer, he laved his tongue over your pulse point before plunging two of his fingers inside you without warning. “Oh, fuck!”
You arched off the mattress with a gasp, straining to get a glimpse of his fingers in your pussy. The rhythm he set alternated between scissoring motions and deep thrusts, curving his fingers up to hit a spot that made you see stars. “Gotta open you up,” Erik huffed under his breath. Clearly this had an effect on both of you, moving his hips to grind against you like a teenage boy. You had just moved your hand to help him relieve some of the tension when you felt Erik work a third finger inside you.
“Son of a…” you started, walls stretching to accommodate a new girth. The ability to hold yourself up was overwhelmed by the pressure you felt coiling in your belly. You fell back against the pillows with a mewl, head lulling towards Erik instinctively. His gaze was laser focused on your face, seemingly using zero effort to milk your cunt for everything it was worth.
You’ve never felt like this before - it was different than any orgasm you’ve ever had. There wasn’t enough notice or warning for you to cry out when the pressure hit its peak. You clawed desperately at the hand between your legs as you gush and come hard around Erik’s fingers. The ability for you to whimper or moan was lost to the intensity of your orgasm, burying your face in the crook of Erik’s shoulder. “Fuck yeah… gimme it, girl. All of it.”
Roughly a minute later the tremors had subsided, dimly aware of the fact that Erik’s fingers were no longer inside of you. Instead you saw them being sucked clean by the cocky motherfucker beside you, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream. No pun intended.
Without any of the grand theatrics, Erik patted your thigh once before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. He took his time to slide off your completely ruined panties, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans when he thought you weren’t looking. You took the opportunity to fumble around in the bedside table for the complimentary condoms you’d received. As handsome as Erik was – he was a complete stranger. No glove no love.
From the foot of the bed, Erik glances briefly at the foil packet between your fingers before scoffing. “That ain’t gon fit.” He told you so matter of fact, double checking yourself that the package didn’t say small of some variation. When your gaze returned to Erik, he was already pulling out a different condom from his wallet to use. He had also dropped the jeans he’d been holding over his waist, your eyes widening when you realized he had already yanked off his boxers.
“That ain’t gonna fit either,” you muttered shakily. You swore you could have seen the slightest hint of a smile cross his face, taking his time kneeling on the bed so you could admire him. Magnificent didn’t even begin to do him justice – Erik was easily nine inches long, the tip of his cock arching towards you invitingly.
You dropped the useless condom to the floor.
“On all fours, babygirl. Wanna watch that ass bounce while I fuck you.” Far past the point of desperation to feel you wrapped around his cock, Erik tore the foil of the condom open with his teeth. He almost tore through the condom itself when you obediently presented yourself on your hands and knees before him, giving him a perfect view of your glistening juices coating the inside of your thighs. You made him break his own record for ‘fastest condom application’, scooting forward to line himself up.
Despite having used your juices to slick himself up - you instinctively tensed as Erik nudged your folds open with the tip of his cock. “Shit, relax! You tight enough as is.” You inhaled deeply, reminding yourself that three of his thick fingers had stretched you out only moments before. You could take this… right?
He didn’t give you the chance to sit smug in your own prowess for long, you’d taken the head of his cock without as much as a peep. A slow pace was definitely not his speed, drawing his hips back once before snapping forward and filling you to the hilt. You almost blew out his eardrums with the scream you let out, collapsing forward and face first into the mattress. You were hurting – but he didn’t care. Hell – he’d made you squirt with just his fingers. Imagine what his dick was going to do.
“Nngh…” you groaned, still limp from the waist up. Erik was obviously an alpha male and a bad boy – it shouldn’t have surprised you that he liked it rough. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to be split open without warning, bypassing the ‘breaking in’ stage and diving headfirst into fucking your brains out. Your hips twitched of their own accord, tilting back towards Erik and earning you a firm slap on the ass.
“Oh yeah, you like this shit? Huh?” He swats you again for good measure, gaze focused on the way your ass shook from the force of his thrusts. “Get the fuck up.” Something about the ice in his voice had you scrambling to push yourself back up, glancing back over your shoulder for approval. Erik surges to pull you closer, your back to his chest and his hand around your throat. You whimper softly, grip tightening around your neck.
“Take it…” he hisses, strumming your clit with his free hand. The chemistry between the two of you crackles, electricity sending your heart into overdrive with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck – you gonna make me cum so hard.” This hotel was definitely going to charge you for the bedsheets, you can tell from the obscene noises your pussy is making – you’ve made a complete mess. You’re unable to control the sounds you’re making, Erik reciprocates with animalistic grunts in your ear. The high you’re feeling isn’t kindled slowly into a roaring flame like you’re used to. Being fucked by this man was like throwing gasoline into an inferno, burning bright and fast and so damned good. The ever mouthy Erik has even stopped his soliloquy, moaning louder and louder until –
“I-I’m coming! Oh my…!” Black spots dance around the edge of your vision as your walls clamp and flutter for Erik. He lets you go just in time before you pass out, eyes rolling back while you gasp for air. Somehow the second orgasm is more powerful than the first – a talented dom and a fantastic cock were your bread and butter. You’ve barely come back down from your high when he tosses on your stomach like a ragdoll, hopping off the bed and moving to kneel by your face. Erik makes quick work of the condom, tossing it onto the floor without care. He was too close to care about where it ended up – it’s not like he’d be cleaning this room anyway. You’ve propped yourself up and opened your mouth obediently, all the permission he needs to slide his cock into your mouth.
“C’mon, make me cum,” he prompts, holding your hair tight and fucking your face like he’d wanted to from the second he saw you. You sputter and choke around his girth, fat tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depended on it coaxed a constant stream of “fuck, fuck, fuck!” from Erik. Within seconds he had forced the entire length of his cock past your lips, your nose flush with the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. A firm squeeze of his balls pushed him over the edge, flooding your mouth with his seed with a growl. You happily swallowed every drop, your hands finding purchase on his thighs while he calmed down.
“Shit baby, you done so good.” He praised, swiping away the moisture on your cheeks with his thumb. You almost fight him to keep his softening cock in your mouth, seems you just didn’t want to give it up. - Alas, all good things come to an end. You clear your throat a few times while Erik strolls back to the pile of his clothing on the floor. “T-that was amazing,” you tell him with a wince. You had a feeling you’d lose your voice over the next day or so. “Am… am I ever going to see you again?”
“I’mma put my digits in your phone.” He told you quickly. You can’t bear to watch him get dressed so quickly, still bare as the day you were born on the bed. What did you expect? You took him to your room for a one night stand, no strings attached. But the sadness you felt wasn’t your brain mourning a white picket fence and two kids – you just weren’t sure you’d ever find a fuck quite like him. You brace yourself to say goodbye as he approaches you, if he was quick to leave now there was no way he was going to ever contact you again. Instead he grabs your chin and turns your face towards him, the evidence of the end of his resting period is standing proud before you.
“Whatchu sad for?” Erik chuckles, dumping the handful of condoms he’d collected on the end table. “Sexy girl like you? We ain’t nearly done yet.”
Do you want more NSFW content? Do you want a less plot more porn story with someone else? Send it in! Thank you so much for reading, and I’ll see you guys next time!
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I need to read something about redeeming!Erik telling Reader he loves her for the first time. And not like just “I love you aiight?” But he actually makes him self describe his reasons and his feelings, because he wants to show her he’s fucking serious about this shit.
KILLMONGER REDEMPTION TASK FORCE! ASSEMBLE!
Pairing: Killmonger x Chubby!BlackFemaleReader
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Missionary sex wasn’t nearly as basic and boring as people made it out to be. At least, it certainly wasn’t with Erik—it was always the exact opposite. Being crushed by the heavy weight of his muscled body as he moved against and within you never failed to get you dripping for him, and only him. This position made it easy to kiss him and hold him, and easier for him to just whisper the nastiest shit in your ears as your nails dug into the ribbed flesh of his back; he always took it in stride. It was his favorite position, one that allowed him to control the pace as he saw fit, a level of control you loved to give into.
You took his face into your hands, his lips moving against yours just as hard and slow and deep as he was fucking you—raw. He never liked to rush sex with you, always preferring to take his sweet time to ensure that you were both well taken care of. But tonight? He was doing more than just taking his time, he was moving as if he wanted to drag this on for as long as possible.
A moan slipped past your lips and into his mouth as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling and sucking before pulling you back for another kiss. You could barely even feel your swollen lips anymore, but you could certainly feel that orgasm steadily approaching. You pulled away from his lips to throw your head back, and he just pulled you right back with a low groan. Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids.
“Fuck, I love you.”
Your breath hitched at your throat as he moved to kiss your neck. Your hand instinctively moved to cradle the back of his head, your fingers tangling themselves in his dreads. You tugged a little; you knew he liked that. “Baby, wha— fuck me!”
See, this is what you got for messing with a certified genius. There he went, just slipping out a confession of his love straight into your mouth and covering it up with some bomb ass sex. He knew how good he was in bed and he knew your body and how to work it even more. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
Erik took your hands, linking his fingers with yours above your head as he met your eyes. A soft whimper escaped you at the sight of him. He was so fucking gorgeous looking at you like that. He took your bottom lip into his mouth, giving it a soft suckle that made you shudder against him with a hard groan, before fully kissing you. “You gon’ come for me, princess?”
Shit.
Your fingers curved and uncurled, as did your toes as he kissed you. “Baby, what did you just say?”
He kissed your cheek. It was wet and lingering, in a way that made you jolt harder than the kisses he’d left on your lips. “I said that I love you.”
“Wha—“ A sudden moan interrupted you. “What?”
“I mean that shit.”
“Baby, you can’t just— Fuck.”
He placed another kiss into your neck, taking a moment to lick your flesh before meeting your eyes. It was so hard to focus when he was fucking drilling into you like that and looking at you like that, at the same damn time. So you closed your eyes.
“You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cuz we gotta talk about it—“
He moved faster against you with a sharp grunt, forcing a choked sob out of your mouth. He kissed you again, harder this time. More urgent. “Why we gotta talk about it? I love you, and you give me butterflies and shit.”
A breathless laugh escaped you as he smiled against your lips.
“You make me wanna be better and do better,” he continued, muttering his soft words into your mouth. “I like the person I am with you. What else we gotta talk about? I want you forever and I wanna love you forever. I wanna make you the happiest person on earth, so just let me do that shit.”
Your stomach turned, a low moan escaping you. His words were getting to you. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He snorted. “You like when I talk like this?”
“I think I love it.”
“You so fuckin’ weird,” he grunted into your mouth. “I love the shit out of you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
Erik released his hold on your hands, allowing you to hold him close as he moved faster against you. “Now, I want you to scream it.”
Masterlist
Kevin Atwater
Resurfaced
Happy Birthday
Black and Blue
Smooth(ie)
Stay
Erik Stevens
Lights Out
A Better Man
Lights Out
Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader
Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut
Word Count: 2200
“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.
You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”
“The power went out…and he’s already up.”
You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.
“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.
You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”
You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.
Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.
“I did that already.”
“You fed him?”
“Yeah..”
“And changed his…”
“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.
Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.
“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”
You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.
“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”
You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.
“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”
“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…
“Just come on girl.”
The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.
Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.
“My bad.”
Addressing your son in baby talk…
“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”
Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.
2 hours later
Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.
“Y/N…babe we’re here.”
“Are we back home?”
“Well, home for a few days yeah.”
You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.
“Did you remember to bring…”
“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”
Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”
You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.
He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.
“Baby…who’s house is this?”
“It’s ours.”
You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.
“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”
You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.
“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”
“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”
“Here we are….”
His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.
A little later…
You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.
Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.
“Is he ok?”
“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”
“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.
You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.
“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”
By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.
“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”
“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”
“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”
You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.
“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…
“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.
“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”
“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”
“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.
“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”
“I gotchu princess. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.
“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”
He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.
“Let’s make another baby.”
You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.
“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”
He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.
A Better Man
Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied smut, cursing
Word Count: 3241
“Sssshhh...Erik you have to stop yelling.” You pleaded with your husband as you struggled to get his oversized drunken frame through the front door.
Slurring every word, “Y/N, I DON’T CARE! These colonizers know who’s buildin’ this is!”
You shook your head and couldn’t help but smirk as Erik kicked his boots off and planted himself on the floor in the hallway like a toddler. It was LATE and you were exhausted, but you gave him a pass on this f**k boi behavior because his 35th birthday was in a few days and even though he’d never admit it, that number was messing with his head. So when the owner of the lounge called you personally to come pick him up at 1:45AM, you threw on a sweater, grabbed your keys and ran out the door.
Erik looked up from his stooper just in time to catch you undoing your bra in annoyance. “YES!!! My girls need to be free!”
“Wow…..goodnight Mr. Stevens.” Shaking your head as you walked away, he seemed to find his sea legs long enough to scurry after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and slowly creeping his hands up to ‘the girls’.
“Come on ma, let me hit. You know I sleep better after.”
His touch in this moment was making you weak, but as you turned your head to permit him a kiss, you were hit with a heavy dose of reality. Erik hadn’t drunk this heavily in a while, and the evidence of it was seeping through his pores and breath in the worst way. You turned to face him, now keeping him at arm's length.
“UGH...nigga let you hit?! I love you, but the last time we tried to have sex when you were this drunk, you fell asleep in me, during said process. Uh huh...nope, not tonight. The girls will be all yours tomorrow.”
The next morning you awoke to find Erik still fully clothed, knocked and snoring on the chaise lounge in your walk-in closet. He still smelled, but you were grateful for the fact that he wasn’t too drunk to remember how you felt about outside clothes on the bed. You kissed him on his forehead, got dressed and started making calls. You were throwing him a birthday party that night at the house. You had to confirm food drop offs with the caterers, pick up some balloons and grab one final gift to surprise him with the next day. His training made him really hard to surprise, but you knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.
You heard the shower turn off as you walked back into the house from your excursion. “Erik!” You hollered putting bags and what seemed like 100 balloons in a corner, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. “Kia and Shuri will be here in a few hours to help me set up. I’m gonna need you out of here soo…”
Your words trailed off as your ebony Adonis emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his hips, scars glistening on his chest. He knew his power over you and now you were the one intoxicated. He raised an eyebrow as he slinked over to you ever so slowly, you, still frozen, allowing him access to begin undressing you without much of a fight.
“You were sayin’ somethin’?”
“Baby...I have so much to get done for the party.”
“I remember you saying that these right here were all...mine...today.” He started to pepper kisses across your chest and conveniently dropped his towel to the floor. Every task on your list quickly faded into the background. He was the soon to be birthday boy afterall. Who were you to deny him this gift?
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The house was filled with laughter and music. You sat on Erik’s lap with his arm wrapped snug around your waist as he and some of his boys laughed about stories from their days at MIT. You knew the majority of the people there, Erik always kept a tight circle. But there was one guy, Malik, from his days in foster care that he recently reconnected with that hadn’t made your acquaintance. He was mostly quiet throughout the night, sometimes too quiet, but you chalked that up to how he was raised. Knowing what your husband went through, bouncing from house to house, no one really caring if he lived or died, you always had a soft spot for the people he bonded with during those years, and Malik was one of them.
T’Challa walked over to the rowdy bunch in his usual stoic way, hiding something behind his back. Nakia stood next to him, beaming from ear to ear.
“Pardon me Y/N, gentlemen, but N’Jadaka, I have something that might interest you.” He revealed a black velvet cigar box with the word “Daka” embroidered on the top in gold. It was rare to shock this man, it was even more rare for T’Challa to pull a reaction from Erik that wasn’t sarcastic or flippant.
“Yooooo, T! You wild out man!”
Turning to you as Erik stood up, “Is that a good thing?”
Before you could reply, Shuri belted out a laugh from across the room and said, “Oh brotha! That’s a VERY good thing!”
Erik hugged T’Challa, which was enough to bring a tear to your eye, as the men clamoured for access to a cigar as they walked out on the balcony to light one and commemorate the occasion.
You and Nakia locked arms and laughed at the group as they ran outside as if hiding a porno tape from their mothers.
Turning to her, “Should I ask where you got those?”
“Let’s just say, they once belonged to a very bad man with many items that needed to be confiscated for...archiving. And now they have been gifted to a better man to celebrate his life and the passage of time.”
“Riiight. Well thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you guys. He’s been so down lately. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I’m gonna go get the cake ready while they’re out there.”
Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed Shuri trying to hide behind a few other guests that were deep in conversation in the dining room. Pausing, you didn’t even have to walk her way to know what she was up to.
“Shuri! Put that drink down right now!”
“Awww, Y/N come on! I thought we were cool. I just want a taste of this good American stuff.”
“Girl, your mother will kill me! Put it down and go find the candles for the cake.”
She stomped over to you and you grabbed her in a tight hug.
“You’re no fun, Y/N.”
“I love you too.”
You walked into the kitchen dancing and singing to yourself. “Tell Me” by Groove Theory was now playing through the speakers Erik insisted you guys have installed when you first brought the place. A few of the guests trickled out of the room as Erik’s friend Malik followed you in.
“Tell me if you want me to, give you all my time. I wanna make it GOOD FOR YOUUU!!!!”
You grabbed some plates and napkins from the cabinet and turned mid groove to find Malik standing a little too close. He was taller than your husband but his facial features were no comparison. Let’s be real, not many faces could compare.
“Oh my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you...I was just lookin’ for a garbage. Y’all recycle?”
“Yep, uuh, right there by the door.”
“Cool cool.” Walking over to discard his beer bottle, he turned back around and extended a hand to you. “Malik.”
Switching the plates to your left hand, you extended yours to shake his. “I know. Erik told me about you. He said you guys were like brothers growing up.”
“Yeah, that’s my dawg.” Licking his lips and taking you in a little too intensely, he continued his thought. “We always liked to share things when we were comin’ up.”
You snatched your hand back as Shuri walked in with the candles in hand, dancing to herself.
“Y/N, you have to make me a playlist of these songs for the lab!”
“I will, I promise.”
You walked towards her, grateful to your God and Bast that Shuri’s timing was so impeccable. As you handed her the other items and took the cake from the counter, Malik touched your butt and quickly left the kitchen.
Did he just grab my ASS?!
No, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!
That nigga just grabbed by ASS!!
You stormed out of the kitchen ready to raise hell, but as soon as you did, a smiling Erik black man jogged towards you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.
“You good babe?”
Hands on his chest, gazing in to his bright eyes full of happiness and peace for the first time in a while, there was no way you could ruin this night.
“Yeah, yeah sweetie I’m ok. I was just looking for the candles that’s all. You ready for your cake?”
Nestling his face in your neck as he replied, leaving a wet kiss. “As long as I can have the rest of my dessert later.”
You giggled as his facial hair grazed your skin and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. You hoped that Malik was somewhere watching, being reminded of who the hell your man was and the imminent danger his life was in if he EVER decided to touch you again.
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“Aight aight, enough of this terrible singing...blow out the candles man!” One of Erik’s college friends yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Erik obliged and everyone cheered. He found his way right back to you, engulfing you in his embrace from behind.
“I wanna thank y’all for coming tonight, for real. To have everyone I care about in the same room celebrating me, it’s just, yeah…...I especially wanna thank my princess, my QUEEN who pulled this off without breaking a sweat. I love you, Y/N.”
Turning to face your man, you couldn’t stop cheesing, caressing his dimpled cheeks as he pecked your lips repeatedly.
“Damn, I guess this is what happens when a nigga gets old. Got me all emotional and shit! Shuri, turn that music back up!”
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The house had finally cleared of most guests, finally allowing you to put your fuzzy slippers on. You were saying your final goodbyes to T’Challa, Nakia, Shuri.
“Are you sure you don’t need Shuri to help you stay and clean up?” T joked as they walked towards the door.
“Haha! No it’s ok, really. There’s not much more to do. Thank you again. You really made his night.”
“It was our pleasure, Y/N.”
“Make sure you stop by before you head back to Wakanda.”
You closed the door and the newfound silence of your apartment caused you to immediately flash back to that moment in the kitchen with Malik. You had to make sure it got dealt with, but not tonight.
You walked out on the balcony to take in the night air. The life of a hostess was not easy and fatigue was hitting you like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, a massive hand smacked you on the butt, scaring the crap out of you. You turned to see it was Erik and not the filth who had violated your space earlier.
“Why you so jumpy girl?”
Attempting to gather yourself quickly and avoid his gaze, you brushed past him and went back into the living room. But as always, he was hot on your heels.
“I’m not E, damn! You just...I thought you were upstairs.”
“You only call me E when you’re annoyed at something or pissed at me, so what’s up?”
“Nothing ERIK, nothing. You’re just always on your sleath shit moving around this house and I wasn’t ready. I’m just tired, baby, that’s all.” Walking towards the steps, you prayed that was enough to hold him off for a bit.
“I’m gonna go change clothes. I left the cake on the counter if you want another slice. Cuz I know you want another slice.”
Whew! Home free, at least for now. You knew your nightly routine would at least give you some time away from him to think. Of course you’d tell him, eventually, but you knew Erik’s past too well to pretend that you weren’t fearful of what he’d do. You’d never be able to erase the sound of the guy's jaw breaking because he put his hands on you at the club when you first started dating. Or the time he threatened your old boss's life and family for overworking his ‘princess’ when you started having panic attacks because of your job. You weren’t at all scared of him, but you were scared of how this news would set him back.
You emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and wearing Erik’s shirt, to find him perched on the corner of your enormous bed, cake in hand and staring at you. You playfully walked towards him planting yourself in between his legs.
“Can I have a piece?”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’ll just go get my own.”
“I ate it all before I came upstairs.”
“You better be lying.”
He wasn’t budging and you could tell his patience was starting to wane.
“Fine! Since you refuse to drop this.” You hesitated, backing away from him, bracing yourself for impact, but quickly decided to go another route. You walked to the closet and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from where you kept your extra tampons. He joked with you once that he’d be willing to buy them for you, but after that, you were on your own.
“I made us reservations for tomorrow night. I was going to give this to you then, but you’re so impatient.”
You handed over the box with a huge smile on your face, the giddiness now starting to set in.
Erik looked down at the box and back towards you, rubbing your thigh slowly.
“Well, open, open!”
He chuckled, finding your sudden excitement amusing. “Oh I’m the impatient one?”
He finally opened the box and pulled out a black dog tag necklace with the word ‘Baba’ inscribed on one side and a fingerprint on the other. Erik stared at the necklace in awe. When he finally looked up, he had tears in his eyes, which always made you full on cry.
“Happy Birthday! I’m pregnant. This is your father's fingerprint. I had Nakia do some digging to…”
Before you could get another word out, Erik’s lips were attached to yours. He lifted you off your feet bridal style and placed you on the bed as if moving too fast would break you. Erik made love to you as if it were the first time. Covering every inch of your body with attention to make sure you knew how appreciative he was of the best gift he could have ever asked for.
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You laid on your husband's chest, tracing his scars while his fingers made lazy circles along your stomach.
“How long have you known?”
“A few weeks.”
“Damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”
You smiled because him admitting it meant he was finally back.
“E…” You sat up, gathering the sheet around yourself to face him.
“What’s up?”
“Is it hot in here? Wow, i’m sweating.” You jumped up suddenly wrapped in the sheet to go open the window. Now pacing…Erik sat up fully and gave you a minute to process whatever the hell you refused to spit out from earlier.
“Y/N, talk to me.”
“Ok, Erik, listen. Before I tell you anything, I want you to remember that you’re about to be a father. And before I needed you but now it’s your family that needs you. You hear the difference there? We’re a family. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon so now that you know I want you to come so you can meet the doctor and get used to…”
In his usual sleath-like manor, Erik had hoped out of bed to stop you from pacing. Once you finally turned around, you were face to chest with him. He lightly grabbed your chin and raised an inquisitive brow. You took a deep breath and finally blurted it out! By the time you finished recounting the story, Erik’s jaw was locked and his body frozen. At this point, you were sitting on the edge of the bed because, exhaustion.
“....I didn’t say anything earlier because you were so happy. Baby I hadn’t heard your laugh in such a long time. I also know how close the two of you used to be. I’m so sorry.”
Hearing that brought your husband back out of his daze. He knelt in front of you making sure your eyes were locked with his.
“Y/N, listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me? You’re my whole world..” Touching your stomach, “Tonight you’ve managed to make that world even better. That nigga violated my trust and made you feel less than in your own body, in our house...f**k no.”
Erik was eerily calm. The man you knew would’ve been dressed at the part of the story with the handshake and in front of Malik’s house with you on speaker by the time you said, “...touched by ass.”
Instead, with a kiss to your forehead, he made the choice to lay back down. “It’s all good baby, let’s get some sleep.”
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The next day you awoke to an empty bed. You got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find Erik in the kitchen making breakfast.
“Good morning beautiful.”
This was always one of your favorite sights. You stood behind him, wrapping him in a hug while he plated the cheese eggs and breathed him in.
“It’s your birthday Erik. I should be cooking for you.”
“Please...besides your doctor called and had to push your appointment up by an hour so eat up quick! I don’t wanna be late.”
You watched him run upstairs, still wondering who the hell this new guy was and what he did with Erik “the colonizers can kiss mine” Stevens.
He came back down, keys in hand, dog tag on next to his father's ring, sneakers and glasses on. Damn you loved when he wore those glasses. That’s probably how you got pregnant in the first place.
“You ready?”
“Yeah…” You put your plate in the dishwasher and grabbed your bag, walking towards the hallway with him.
“Baby? About our conversation last night. You’re not gonna do anything crazy are you?”
“Oh, you mean Malk?”
“Yes, Erik, that’s what I'm talking about”
“It’s already handled.”
“Erik...what did you do?! Didn’t we discuss this? FAMILY. BABY. Us NEEDING you to not get locked up or worse.”
“Relax, Y/N. I didn’t do anything personally.”
You breathed a small sigh of relief, but he wasn’t quite done. “...let’s just say no one will see him anywhere, EVER...AGAIN.”
“E! You can’t just go offing people at every whim, even if you do hire someone else to take care of it for you. That’s not what I meant.”
“Baby steps, ma. Baby steps.”