Hello, everyone! I know I’ve been inactive for a while now and I just wanted to state some things. I’ve been dealing with intense mental health issues that haven’t exactly let me live in peace. I’ve gone through many other personal matters that have only worsened these issues for a past two years as well. I have never in my life felt so drained and exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically. I have decided not to live anymore. I don’t mean this in a “pick me” or “attention seeker” way or any of that. I would never joke about something so serious.
But I am exhausted. I am drained. I want this to stop. I want the sadness to stop and I want the constant overthinking to stop. I just wanted to come on here one last time and not only somewhat state the cause of the hiatus but to also say thank you. Thank you to each and every one of you for reading my corny and cringy content, for tolerating the fact that I only write for Erik Killmonger and that I can’t write smut the way I’d like. Thank you all for the notes, the comments and the support. I’m so sorry to have to write this on here but I just wanted to get it off of my chest.
I can’t believe how happy the Black Panther phase made me. I can’t believe that some of my favorite writers would ever tag me anywhere or even like what I wrote. I will forever appreciate y’all and think of the phases.
I won’t delete my account. I can’t bring myself to do it. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to come back.
Please, don’t let the sadness win over you like it won over me.
Michael : I really appreciate the way, you know, your beard somewhat connects..from
Chadwick : *Laugh histerically* he said somewhat connects.. *almost dying*
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Chadwick : I really appreciate how your eyebrows have a life of their own.
Michael : *Lose it and laugh his ass off holding Chadwick’s jacket so tightly*
This looks so fucking weird lmao but this actually makes sense because I’m pretty sure during arousal they move around and guide the sperm towards the cervix. ISNT ANATOMY COOL???????????
a/n: something sweet way before all hell broke loose between this two lol. i hope you all enjoy!
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Erik stepped outside of the Outreach Center, thankful to finally be done with his work week and also eager to head to his girlfriend’s apartment where he would spend the weekend. Usually, Erik would walk to the parking garage where he would’ve parked his car; however, the building’s parking garage was currently under construction with new spots being added for bikes and extra cars. So, Erik had to park on the street near the building. It called for a lengthy walk but he was in shape and the weather was nice during this late afternoon.
Erik started his trek to his vehicle, plugging in his Airpods and pressing shuffle on his playlist. He gazed around taking in the afternoon scene of people getting off of work and heading either to their homes or out to enjoy California’s nightlife. There was also a group of highschoolers across the street who waved at Erik as he passed. Soon, Erik came upon a side street florist who had a plethora of bouquets with different kinds of plants and pottery but his eyes fell upon the sunflower bouquet that was displayed on the front of the florist’s cart. He was immediately reminded of Egypt and her love for this specific flower. Erik needed not another second before he interrupted his walk to his car to make a detour to the flower cart. A circular sign let him know that the bouquets were going for ten dollars each. Erik reached for the one that had white baby breaths sprinkled in between the vibrant sunflowers. He picked it up by the stems which were covered with paper.
Erik greeted the florist with a warm smile and dug in his pocket for his wallet and paid the woman twenty dollars before thanking her and continuing onto his car. He made it eight minutes later, hopped in, and arrived at Egypt’s apartment complex in fifteen minutes. He was well known to the receptionist so he didn’t need to sign in or show ID. He went straight onto the elevator and pressed her floor.
Approaching her door, he used the key Egypt gave him to open up and enter. The TV in her living room currently played a podcast she had become obsessed with. Walking further in, a savory scent caught his attention. He followed it after setting down his jacket and work bag in her hallway closet, ending up in her kitchen where she stood in front of the stove dressed in a simple sweatshirt and sweatpants. Erik crept behind her, careful to not make a sound. Peeping over her shoulder, she appeared to be stirring some kind of sauce that he presumed would go on top of the pasta that sat inside of the pot on the other section of the stovetop. With his hands behind his back, still holding the flowers, he leaned down to drop a kiss onto her neck.
“Oh! Hey,” she said after the initial shock of surprise faded, “how was work?”
“It was good. I got somethin’ for you.” He stepped back and leaned back onto the island and waited for her to finish tending to the sauce on the stove.
Egypt turned down the iron before spinning to face him. Erik pulled the flowers from behind his back and a smile that matched hers spread across his face as he watched her marvel over the bouquet.
“Yes! I needed these. I bought a vase yesterday that I can put these in. Thank you, E.” She said, standing on her toes to plant a peck on his cheek.
“No problem. I just saw them and they reminded me of you.”
“Aww! That’s so sweet! Please don’t try to butter me up. You’re not getting any tonight, unfortunately.”
“Whatchu’ mean?” He reached out toward her to pull her against his front. He took the flowers from her hand and set them onto her kitchen island. “I was gettin’ some flowers or not.” He said, pecking her lips.
“No. Erik. Stop.” Her words were punctuated with a kiss on the kips from him until she broke away from his hold giggling. “We can’t. We have company.”
“Who?!”
“Shhhh—“
A small whine sounded from Egypt’s bedroom down the hall from the kitchen. Egypt gave Erik a playful menacing look before rushing down the hall.
Moments later, she emerged with a freshly awoken Atalia in her arms. The small baby rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her right hand that now housed a small Pandora bracelet on her wrist that was a gift from Egypt. When she dropped her hand and caught sight of Erik, she immediately reached her arms out for him to take her.
“Hey, Lia,” Erik cooed. Atalia cuddled right into his chest as soon as he got ahold of her. “I woke you up, mama? I sowwy.” He spoke in a baby tone, wiping away the eye boogers out of her eyes.. These kinds of interactions would never get old to Egypt. They always reminded her that whenever she and Erik had children of their own, that he would be the best dad he could be.
“Look, Lia! Flower?” Egypt reached beside Erik to retrieve her gifted bouquet and held it in front of her to showcase it to Atalia who attempted to repeat Egypt’s last word in her own baby language.
“Yes. Flowers. Yellow?”
Atalia responded with a nod of her head. She was almost two and knew most of her colors. Egypt slipped a single flower out of the bouquet and held it toward the baby. Her chubby little hand took it. Atalia gazed at the large flower with wonder. In true Atalia fashion, she fiddled with it until the stem eventually broke.
“Do you have your phone?” Erik asked Egypt to which she pulled it out of her pant’s pocket. “Get this.”
Erik nonverbally asked for the flower Atalia had and stuck it into one of the two afro puffs that her hair was styled in. Egypt then took another sunflower from the bouquet, tore the lower part of the stem and put it in front of Atalia’s other puff. Now, large sunflowers replaced Atalia’s curly puffs.
Egypt opened her phone to go to her camera app, Erik tickled the baby’s belly to ignite that jolly childish laugh from her. Egypt commenced snapping a few photos all while smiling behind the camera. She knew that Faith and Jaylin were sure to love these.
“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4 Chapter 50″
Masterlist HERE.
“New birth running
Running through my veins
Looks like that clear day finally came
Feeling high, aw
Ooh
So, so satisfied, this must be
Must be all there is
‘Cause only love brings
With it joy and tears”
Ashford & Simpson – “So So Satisfied”
“Lower your head Sweet Pea… that’s my girl… lower… now sweep your feet. There ya go! You got it now!”
Erik stood back from his crouched position on the palace gymnasium floor as his oldest daughter practiced the new moves he taught her. Riki and Joba watched him work with their sister while sitting cross-legged around them, and his son itched to jump in and show off what he remembered from their last session before they moved away from him.
Hello, my favorite sluts, whores, and harlots! This here is a little something something I started a year ago thanks to a request from @harleycativy for a Killmonger gangbang fic. I’m just now getting around to finishing it, and since it’s a oneshot and not part of a series, I figured I’d just go ahead and post it unedited. So, let me know what y’all think in your comments and reblogs, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything! Also, check out my masterlist for more Black Panther fanfics. I have plenty of Erik, T’Challa, and M’Baku stories to choose from, and I have a Ramonda fic and a Nakia x Okoye fic on the way! Enjoy 😘
Word Count: 4,203
CW: smut
Raven walked in step with her boyfriend through the lobby of the luxury condo building, fidgeting with the tied belt on her knee-length trench coat. Her heart beat loudly in her chest with each step they took towards the elevators, and when the doors opened, all of her nerves returned full force.
“What if nobody wants me, Erik?” she blurted, and he looked at her like she had lost her mind.
“Girl, have you seen yourself?”
She looked away shyly, but he pulled her face back to look at him.
“Where’s this coming from? You was all hype in the car screaming Meg lyrics in my ear and shit.”
“I know, but it’d be pretty embarrassing to go to a sex party, and nobody wants to fuck me! What if-”
“Oh, I know my nigga Darnell is gonna want some.”
“Darnell?”
“Mhm. Probably Tyreke, too.”
“I can’t believe this is how I’m about to meet your friends.”
“We don’t have to do this, babygirl. We can go to dinner instead. I know you like that sushi place down the-”
“No, I want to, I’m just… just nervous, that’s all.”
Erik pulled her in for a kiss, and she let him control her body.
“We can leave whenever you’re ready.”
Raven nodded and bit her lip, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the very patient elevator.
“So how often do they have these parties?” she asked when the doors closed behind them.
“About once a month.”
“When’s the last time you went?”
“Before we started dating.”
“Why didn’t you mention it sooner?”
“Because if your ass wasn’t so damn nasty, it probably would’ve scared you off.”
Raven giggled and nudged his side. Her eyes flickered to the ascending numbers on the elevator control panel, and a high-pitched ding let them know they had made it to the top floor.
“Ready?” Erik asked, kissing the back of her hand.
Raven took a deep breath and nodded before stepping off the elevator first and into the foyer of the penthouse. A tall man decked out in leather gear stood by the double doors that led into the party.
“Test and invite?” He asked, and they reached for their phones. Erik pulled up the invite on his phone while Raven found the screenshot of their STI test results from three days before. The security guard checked the invite and their results and opened the door behind him to the festivities. A room full of naked and near-naked melanated people of all shades and shapes came into view, and Raven lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
She barely heard the guard as he ran down a quick list of rules, too entranced in the sight before her. Not only was the condo gorgeous in its own right, with floor-to-cieling windows and a view of the city below, but the salacious activities taking place under its roof had Raven’s thighs rubbing together for friction. Erik noticed the far-off look in her eyes and lightly nudged her, bringing her attention back to the guard.
“-polyurethane condoms and water-based lube provided in the glass bowls placed around the space. Lastly, there’s security at each door and walking around, making sure everyone is playing consensually and safely. If you cannot follow our rules, you will be removed. Understood?”
Raven nodded excitedly, making Erik chuckle.
“Yeah, we got it.”
“Coat check to the left.” The guard gestured towards the woman in a black latex catsuit stationed by the open coat closet.
They thanked him and made their way over to the coat check with Erik’s hand steadily at the small of Raven’s back to guide her. Otherwise, she’d have stopped and stared at the fine-ass specimen that was currently suspended by ropes in the middle of the room, enduring pleasurable tortures hurled his way by a very short woman in very tall pleasers.
“Oh my god, is that Killmonger?” a high-pitched voice sang loudly.
Raven tore her gaze away from the show and allowed her eyes to rest on the coat check girl’s wide smile.
“You know it. What’s up, T?”
“Shit, not much. The usual. I see you brought a friend this time.”
“Yeah, this is my girl, Raven. Raven, meet Tara. She’s one of the people that keeps this show running.”
“Nice to meet you,” Raven said shyly.
“And you! Kill’s never brought a girl here before. You must be something special.”
“She is.”
Erik kissed her temple, and Raven melted into him.
“First time at a party like this?” Tara asked.
“How can you tell?”
“You just look a little nervous, but you’re in good hands. Promise.”
“Thanks.”
“You just gotta do one thing first.”
“What’s that?”
“Get rid of that coat, sis!”
Raven laughed as she untied her belt, and Erik helped her out of her trench, his eyes bugging out of his head when he finally got a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath. A black lace bustier and thong covered her body, but it was the thigh-high stockings being held up by delicate garters that made Erik’s engine purr.
Tara wolf-whistled and motioned for Raven to do a spin.
“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Kill.”
“Mmmhm,” Erik agreed, his eyes raking up and down Raven’s voluptuous form as he undid his own coat and handed it to Tara, blessing the room with the view of his nearly-naked body.
“Oop, I know that look. Y’all have fun,” Tara giggled and waved goodbye.
Erik’s hand found its way to the small of Raven’s back again, and he led her into the fray.
“Let’s go watch-”
“Nah, come here,” he rumbled in her ear and pulled her back into him and onto his lap as he sat down on the closest available loveseat. Just as he began to pry her legs open and dip his fingers into her wetness, a deep voice interrupted them – well, not really. Nothing was going to stop Erik except for Raven, and she was more than ready to get down to business.
“Yo, is that my nigga Kill?”
Raven looked up just as Erik began to play with her clit, and her eyes widened at the naked man before her.
“Nell?!”
“Ray?!”
“The fuck?!” Erik looked between them.
“Uh, Erik, this is my ex from college.”
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
“No, yeah, we, uh… y’all together now?” Darnell asked awkwardly.
“Yeah, it’s been about five months. So, um, how are you?”
“Nah, fuck that small talk. How long were y’all together?”
Erik’s grip on her waist grew tighter with each word.
“Two years.”
“But that was like a decade ago.”
Erik’s brow remained furrowed. Something about his girl having been with his friend before left a bad taste in his mouth. Raven could feel the tension in his body and placed her hand on his face to get him to look at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“He doesn’t like knowing other people played with his toys,” Darnell chuckled, and Raven shot him a look that shut him up before turning back to Erik.
“Baby, the whole point of tonight was so I could experience my fantasy, right?”
“Mhm.”
“And you even said he’d want some-”
“Yeah, but that was before I knew-”
“This changes nothing. We had a good run ten years ago, but we can put that behind us and be adults and just have some fun.”
Erik eyed her silently.
“You just nasty and wanna get dicked down.”
A devilish smile curled Raven’s lips.
“That’s why you love me.”
“You right,” Erik sighed before looking up at Darnell. “My bad, bruh.”
“No worries, man.”
“So, Darnell, I’ll get straight to it. He brought me here because I’ve never had sex with multiple partners, and that’s something I want to try. Since I know you, and I’m comfortable with you, would you want to join us?”
“I mean, if Kill’s cool with it, then hell yeah. I’m down.”
They both looked at Erik expectantly, and he responded with a nonchalant shrug.
“The lady gets what the lady wants.”
“Then… can I get a couple more?”
“Anything you want, babygirl,” Erik cooed into the crook of her neck.
“Hmm,” Raven hummed as she looked around the room at the naked and almost naked bodies around them. Some were coupled or grouped up and messing around right in the middle of all of the action, whereas others were sneaking off for privacy. Her eyes fell on a corseted woman with a large golden afro on the other side of the room, pegging a man over the arm of a couch, and she began to drool a little at the way the woman’s tits bounced with each impact.
Erik followed her line of vision, and a smirk crossed his face when he saw who she had been looking at. He had a hunch that Raven wasn’t as straight as she thought she was, but he never pushed. The way she complimented women was definitely more lustful and less reverential than she thought, but she swore she was straight… he knew she’d figure it out eventually.
“You like what you see?” he whispered in her ear, breaking her from her trance.
“Wh- no, I just-”
“Wish you were that nigga she’s digging out.”
Raven looked away shyly, her religious upbringing making it difficult for her to articulate her feelings.
“It’s ok if you do, you know.”
“What makes you think I’m not interested in being the pegger?”
“Your sub ass?” Erik laughed, and she poked him in his ribs. Darnell simply smiled at the interaction, just happy to see his ex and his friend getting along so well.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Raven looked back at the sudden change of his tone. His voice had gotten raspier and deeper, and there was a growing appendage beneath her thick thighs. They locked eyes once more, and both found heat behind the others’ irises before their lips were pulled together like magnets. Raven’s hips rocked back and forth on Erik’s lap, and he slapped her ass, making her moan into his mouth.
Darnell leaned against the wall next to them, just watching while his dick hardened. Raven reached her hand out to him, and he took it, allowing her to make him sit down next to Erik, who felt the movement but didn’t stop. His hands were busy gripping Raven’s ass, and his mind only focused on her until she pulled back from their kiss and looked over at Darnell, then back at him. Erik nodded, and Raven smiled before pulling Darnell into a kiss next while still straddling Erik. Erik began fingering her, and her hips continued to wind on his lap while she trailed her fingers down to trace Darnell’s throbbing length.
“You gonna suck daddy’s dick?” Erik asked with his fingers deep inside her, making her moan into Darnell’s mouth. “That’s not an answer.”
His free hand found its way to her braids and pulled her head back to look at him.
“I asked you a question, Raven.”
Her lips were swollen and wet, and her eyes held a certain desperation as they made contact with Erik’s piercing gaze.
“Y-yes.”
“Then suck it,” he ordered before smacking her exposed ass and pulling his fingers out, making a big show of cleaning them off. Raven was on her knees not a second later, already pulling his hefty dick out of his designer boxer briefs. She began to salivate at the look of it, the veins along it calling to her so much that her tongue found its way to one. She traced it teasingly and smirked when he shuddered at the feeling. After teasing him with her tongue, she took him down her throat in a feat Darnell could only marvel at. When they were together, Raven wasn’t a fan of sucking dick, but it seemed that things had changed over time.
“Shit,” Darnell cursed under his breath, but Raven heard him. She looked over at him and winked, making his dick come alive.
“You like having him watch, huh?”
Raven hummed in response around Erik’s length as she bobbed up and down from base to tip.
“You wanna suck his dick, too?”
“Mmmmh,” Raven all but growled, making Erik laugh.
“You nasty.” He pulled her head off of him and made her look him in the eyes. “Aint you? Say it.”
“I’m nasty.”
“Damn right you are. Now suck his dick while I see where Reke’s ass is. He’s gonna want some, too.”
Erik let her hair go, and Raven shuffled over to kneel in front of Darnell, wasting no time before engulfing him in her mouth.
“Shit, Ray!” Darnell cursed as his nails dug into the armrest.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Erik said with a smile while he scanned the room looking for Tyreke. As if Erik manifested his presence, the man in question emerged from a private room with a beautiful woman on his arm.
“Damn, is that S-shayna?” Darnell stuttered through gritted teeth as he tried to hold onto his composure.
“Sure the fuck is. Yo, Reke!”
Tyreke turned towards Erik’s voice and flashed a blinding smile before kissing his partner goodbye and making his way over through the sea of intertwined bodies.
“Glad y’all’s late asses could finally make it,” he teased, dapping up Erik.
“Yeah, yeah, nigga, whatever. Reke, this here is my girl, Raven.”
Raven pulled off Darnell’s dick with a pop and smiled up at Erik’s other friend.
“Hi,” she said with a little wave as spit dripped down her chin.
“Hi, yourself,” Tyreke responded, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of Raven’s curvaceous body before turning back to Erik. “Since when do you share?”
Darnell chuckled as Erik narrowed his eyes.
“Since now, nigga. You want in or not?”
“Hell yeah! What’s the move?”
Erik turned to Raven, still on her knees in front of Darnell, and held her chin in his hand.
“What you wanna do, babygirl? We could find a room-”
“Let’s stay out here.”
Erik raised his eyebrows.
“You sure?”
“Mhm. I want people to see us.”
“You nasty bitch,” Erik smirked before leaning down and placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Show Tyreke what you can do, babygirl.”
Raven’s eyes darted to Tyreke’s before slowly trailing down his body to the barely-contained erection poking out of his silk boxers. Seconds later, her lips were wrapped around his bulbous head, and the salty taste of his pre-cum graced her tongue.
Her heart nearly beat out of her chest when Erik stepped closer with his dick in hand and placed it against her lips. She worked Tyreke’s dick with her hand while she sucked Erik’s and fondled Darnell’s balls with the other hand.
“That’s right, babygirl, take care of daddy.”
Raven lost track of time switching between the three comparable, but very different, erections. Tyreke curved slightly to the left and was shaped like a thick-stemmed mushroom, his light brown skin a shade or two darker on his dick than the rest of him. Then, there was Darnell, a clean-shaven straight shooter with a pair of juicy balls that Raven remembered used to slap her pussy with force when they had sex. Lastly, was Erik. He wasn’t nicknamed “Killmonger” for nothing; that dick was a thick, veiny, uncircumcised monster that took no prisoners and regularly had Raven begging him for mercy.
A thumping between Raven’s legs made her hips wiggle in search of stimulation, and Erik let out a dark chuckle as he watched her squirm with Darnell’s dick down her throat. He reached out and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back and making her look at him.
“You ready?”
Raven nodded.
“Use your words, Raven.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Erik helped her to her feet and sat her down on the loveseat next to Darnell before dropping to his knees and spreading her legs wide, draping one over the arm of the chair and the other on Darnell’s lap. He pushed her thong to the side and dug into his meal like a starving man. He focused his plump lips on her sensitive bundle of nerves while he fingered her with one hand and played with her purple jeweled buttplug with the other.
Raven screamed to the heavens as Erik brought her to orgasm, and seconds later, his mouth was replaced by another. Tyreke went next, dragging the flat of his tongue from her taint to her clit, collecting all the juices she had just let loose. Not to be left out, Darnell busied himself by pulling Raven’s breasts from their lace prisons.
They had garnered the attention of a small crowd when Raven’s moans hit a certain decibel, and she happened to lock eyes with the woman in the strap that she had been watching earlier.
Erik noticed the short exchange, and bent down to whisper in her ear, “You want her to lick your pussy?”
Raven’s eyes blew wide for a second, but her panic quickly subsided, and she nodded shyly.
“Yes.”
“Aint nothing wrong with that. Say it with your chest.”
“I-I want her to eat me out. I want to know what it’s like with a woman.”
“Sure thang, babygirl.”
Erik sauntered over to the woman, dick swinging between his toned thighs.
“My lady likes you. What’s your name?”
“You can call me Honey,” she cooed with a voice that matched her name.
“Bet. You down, Honey?”
Honey looked him up and down before crossing her arms over her chest.
“I got rules.”
“Let’s hear ‘em.”
“I’m only here for pussy and ass. No dick.”
“Respect. This is all for her, anyway.”
Honey uncrossed her arms and nodded in approval, making Erik’s dimples sink into his cheeks, and his golden slugs shine in the dim lighting. He gestured for her to lead the way, and Honey breezed right past him, making her way over to Raven without breaking their eye contact. She tapped Tyreke on the shoulder, and he looked up at her with a soaking wet beard.
“I got it from here, big boy.”
Tyreke nodded and got up to sit on the arm of the loveseat, grabbing Raven’s other leg so that he and Darnell both held one.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” Honey asked as she squatted in front of Raven’s delicious-looking pussy and reached out to caress her wet, already swollen lips.
“I’m Raven.”
“I’m Honey.”
“Nice to- oh my god!”
Honey wasted no time at all burying her face between Raven’s legs, and she was sure she felt herself ascending to another plane of existence the moment the other woman’s tongue flickered over her favorite spot. It didn’t help that Darnell and Tyreke were stimulating her nipples, and Erik stood off to the side, smirking while he stroked himself.
Raven tried to focus on the grip she had on Darnell and Tyreke, but her hands flew to Honey’s golden afro to anchor herself. It felt like mere seconds passed before her juices were raining down Honey’s chin.
Honey pulled back to look at Raven’s pussy as it contracted hungrily around her fingers, and Raven pulled her into a steamy kiss.
“Can I fuck you with my strap?” Honey asked against her lips, and Raven nodded vigorously.
Erik already had the condom ready, so he handed it over and watched as Honey rolled it down her purple shaft. His friends let go of her legs, and Raven slid down to her knees, opening her mouth wide for Honey, who gladly obliged. Even though Honey couldn’t feel the fellatio, the vision of having a beautiful woman on her knees for her made her pussy thump. She grew impatient, and moments later, her strap was sliding into Raven’s depths while the braided beauty posed on the couch with her ass up for the taking.
“Damn, look at that grip,” Tyreke commented, staring at the way Raven’s lips seemed not to want to let Honey go.
“Greedy pussy having ass bitch,” Erik growled, his hand still stroking his length as he watched his girlfriend get absolutely railed by a woman none of them knew.
Raven heard him and turned in his direction. She tried to send him a smile, but Honey hit a spot near her cervix that made her release a moan from the depths of her soul. The sound traveled straight to between Erik’s, Darnell’s, and Tyreke’s legs, and all three of them moved to get in on the action.
Honey pulled out and flipped Raven over in one swift motion, and the men put Raven’s mouth and hands to use.
“There you go,” Erik encouraged her as she looked up at him with Darnell’s dick in her mouth and tears forming in her eyes.
Raven was in heaven with their hands roaming all over her body, and her holes filled. She didn’t even notice their growing audience; all that mattered was the four people currently making her feel like a goddess of sex.
When she came on Honey’s strap, Erik’s husky baritone tethered her to the physical.
“How you feeling, babygirl?”
Darnell moved his dick out of the way so she could speak.
“Great,” she heaved out, trying to catch her breath.
“Wanna keep going?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Aight, bet.”
Erik lifted her and sat down on the loveseat with his hips just barely on the edge of the cushion, placing her in his lap and sliding her down his bare erection. She allowed him to thrust up into her with his powerful thighs, and her hands grazed the keloid scars on his chest as she held on for dear life.
“You know this pussy is mine, right?” he growled in her ear.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good. Now, I know what you want, but you ain’t getting it from me until you take care of them first. Understand?”
Raven pouted, but nodded her head, making Erik slap her ass.
“Words.”
“Yes, daddy!”
“That’s more like it,” he grinned as she bounced up and down on his dick. “Who you want in that ass first?”
Raven looked between the other three, and her eyes fell back on Honey. Without saying a word, she beckoned her over with a “come hither” motion, and leaned forward so that she and Erik were chest-to-chest. Erik reached around and pulled out her bejeweled plug, and Honey wasted no time in making sure Raven was filled to the brim.
“Fuck!” Raven cursed as she held onto Erik’s shoulders.
“Uh-huh, that’s right. Take that shit.”
Honey and Erik had Raven’s voice bouncing off the walls, and when they switched positions so that Darnell and Tyreke could have a go, she nearly dehydrated herself from all the squirting she ended up doing from the overstimulation.
Raven wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It could’ve been ten minutes or ten hours for all she cared. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she felt from being the center of attention. Even with all the distractions, her mind was already plotting on the next time. She wasn’t quite ready to try eating pussy yet, but she was curious enough to catalogue it for a later date. Especially if Honey could be involved.
Erik, always one to look out for his girl, noticed after a while that Raven was starting to tire out from the constant arousal, so he pulled his dick from her mouth and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at him while she bounced on Darnell’s dick. Her ass was covered in his and Tyreke’s semen, but Erik had been holding on for the grand finale.
“You’ve been so good tonight. Ready for your reward, babygirl?”
Raven’s tired eyes lit up.
“Yes, daddy,” she slurred, making him chuckle.
Erik lifted her off of Darnell and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her back into the wall and sliding his uncovered dick into her depths. Raven held on to his neck as he pounded into her, and with every second that passed, they both climbed higher and higher to their peaks. Raven reached hers first, her body clenching around his dick as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body.
After holding onto his nut for so long, Erik was pulled right along with her, and Raven moaned in his ear as she felt his essence spilling out of his twitching length. As if his orgasm flipped a switch inside her, Raven’s body went limp in Erik’s arms.
He sat down on the couch next to Darnell as the crowd around them dispersed. Pretty soon, all that was left standing around were just the lucky few who got a taste of Raven that night. Erik stroked her braids while Tyreke went to go find some refreshments for her to eat, and Honey massaged her tired legs while Darnell put a water bottle to her lips for her to rehydrate. When Tyreke returned with a charcuterie plate, Erik fed her little by little.
They stayed like that until Raven found the strength to move, a lazy smile plastered on her face. She looked around at her love and her play partners, and realized she’d never be able to go back to her old vanilla life. Raven was a changed woman.
You Ain't Her | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader
Warnings: language, brief mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts), conversations about sexual consent (i cannot stress this enough: we all about consent over here. no means no at any time).
Whew. So this one put me in a body bag but from a real place. A little artsy-fartsy. Would love your thoughts and feedback if moved to do so. Peace and love.
You and Erik dated. It was brief. A walk in the park here, a dinner and a movie there. The latter had you end up back at Erik’s place. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon, rays of light beaming through his living room. You were celibate, he wasn’t. His hand found the depths of your love as you both stood mere inches apart in the kitchen. He just kissed you and your body sank into his like an anchor in the ocean. You smiled and tried to disengage, his stare priming to snatch your mind, body and soul. His right hand traversed down your body, around your thighs, and under your skirt. Your knees damn near inverted from the impact of his touch.
He watched all chastity leave your body. He’d been thinking about this moment from the time you two met. So had you but after moments of your past made you uncomfortable with being in the private presence of a man, you convinced yourself to wait until a public declaration of love to give up your goods. In the kitchen with your back against the counter, with the sounds of a sweet death echoing off of the cabinets, you forgot. So did he. But your face after it happened said it all. He apologized but it wasn’t enough. You went home and sent a text. “I’m not ready.” You hadn’t been on a date since.
“I know it’s a Wednesday when I see you two here!” The waitress, a grandeur Black woman with coiffed gray coils and electric red acrylic nails, grabs the notepad from her apron to take you and Erik’s order.
“Turkey burger and fries for me.”
“Sounds good, love. And what about your date? Baby girl, what you want?”
You weren’t his date. You were his friend. Long story there but not really. Distance grew between you both. A pandemic, life, struggles and setbacks. A lonely night led you to his Instagram page. A pleasant ache coaxed you into his stories. Still fine as ever. Body on extreme point. It almost isn’t real the way his skin lacquers his frame. A special kind of brown only reserved for supreme deities. You wanted to grab his beard in blissful distress. You whispered the Messiah’s name as you watched him drive around to "Sho Nuff" Reminded you of when he picked you from work that one time. You looked over to the driver’s seat and felt so safe.
“May I have the chicken cobb salad with extra cranberries, please?” You don’t want to correct her assumption that this was a date. Because it wasn’t.
He saw that you were creeping around his stories and proceeded to peek into yours. You post short clips of the songs that move your heart and vintage images of Black women who inspire you to be your best self. You did post one selfie though. You just got your hair done; your hairstylist laced you with the best version of Janet Jackson’s hair circa 1995. The curls of your weave cascaded the hell out of your face. It was perfect. Erik fell back in fascination with you. Liked your story to acknowledge that he peeped you too. You followed him, he followed back.
“Work is beating my ass, man. I’m ready to quit,” Erik says, punctuating his thoughts with a sip of his pink lemonade. “I’ve been looking at jobs in Philly. I’m ready to move.”
“Philly? How does your girl feel about that?”
That’s the plot twist to this story. Erik posted this bomb plate of chicken, dressing, yams and collards in his stories. You replied to ask him where on Earth did he find that type of food in you all’s boring-ass city. The place wasn’t far from you and where he gets his haircut every Wednesday. What you doing next Wednesday? Racked with nerves and guilt, you agreed to meet. You didn’t want to rekindle anything with anybody, especially him. You weren’t dating, your celibacy turning into abstaining, so you didn’t want to lead Erik on by going to dinner. But he’s a friend. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing dinner with a friend.
At dinner, Erik asked you how dating had been. You told him that you haven’t. You asked him the same. Oh, I’ve been in a relationship for almost a year and a half. You felt relief then a tinge of jealousy. Damn the woman that gets to sit on that every night. Damn your faith and your obedience keeping you from doing just that with someone else. Damn those men who violated your trust and consent, turning you into a shell of your former self. They don’t tell you that one of the side effects is a fear that every man is out to encroach your territory with no thoughts about how you would feel to be invaded.
“I ain’t tell her about that yet. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy.”
“If I were you, I’d tell her.”
She doesn’t know about you or this dinner thing. You asked Erik about it and he told you so. At this point, it’s been months. Eight times. You kept count.
“What do you think about Philly? I know you went to college there.”
“I love it. Tough-ass city but I love it. You’ll find a job in your industry there for sure…”
“Figured that. Maybe I can get shorty to move there with me.”
That’s the thing. You can tell that he loves her. You creeped on her IG page and could tell without a doubt that she’s obsessed with him. There’s a great-looking couple, you know that for sure. That night when you found her IG killed your confidence. You felt like she was prettier than you, extremely put-together. Dressed to crush necks. Perfect smile and knows how to match her foundation with her skin tone. Ain’t a baby hair in revolt. You wondered what he saw in you that made him want to take you out and be seen with you. What made him touch your lips with his own and then proceed to play house in his kitchen. Why did he talk you through your peak and whisper into your ear to not hold back your cries as you touched the mountaintop.
You ain’t her. But she ain’t here right now. So why do you care?
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