killmonger, that’d eat you like you were his last meal and he was always so messy with it. your knees to your chest as he’s spitting down on your pussy just to slurp it all back up into those soft plump lips of his. peppering kisses from your clit down to your folds right before he reaches that forbidden hole. watching it clench and pucker for him, so he’d start off by giving it a small kiss. catching you off gaurd for a moment, “erik what are yo—” cutting you off with another wet stimulating kiss that had you clenching for more. “keep them legs up and stay open for me mama..” spitting on it before giving it a flat wet lick, sucking on it softly. “ouuu, pa you so nastyyy.” thumbing at it slowly, while his tongue fucked into your gushing pussy. erik watching your face contort in pleasure with a smirk when his thumb finally seeps into that puckering hole. “mhm, justtt like that.. open up for me.” curling that finger into your g-spot just as he closes his mouth around your clit. your moans bouncing off the walls as your legs shake uncontrollably. “f-fuckkkkk”
killmonger, who’d fuck you vocally in your shared suite in Cape Town, Africa reminding him of his true home. Wakanda and his many unsettled feelings towards it. the sun rising in the distance as morning rays gleaming against your soft brown skin, with his mind filled with the possibilities that he’d do this to what he’d heard were the most beautiful sunrises. your body wrapped in the sheets as he stroked you from the side. hands gripping at the side of the bed as your ass bounced off his pelvis, “pussy so good.. fuck.” stretching you out perfectly as your walls sucked him back in for more. hole clenching down on him at the sound of his voice. “yess, keep talking baby!” yours all whiney and needy for him to get you to your peak. “m’gonna make love t’you in front of the most beautiful sunset in the world.” his hips pistoling in and out of you faster, watching that ass ripple at the contact. “let all of wakanda here you scream out f’r me baby.. i promise, ima get us there” accentuating it with a hard thrust that left you with nothing on your mind but him.
killmonger that’d only be like this when his mind was full and clouded with festering thoughts and emotions. coming home drunk and scratched up from a mission, a fresh new incision on his skin reminding why he’d been doing all this in the first place. leading to your lower half hanging off the edge of the bed, while he dug you out ruthlessly. one of his hands wrapped around your throat while the other kept your leg open and spread for him. “mmm—erikkkkk!” your moans, whines, and the stirring of your walls from previous orgasms were the only thing that could be heard. the loud squelching only turning him on more as you fidget around for something to ground you, pushing at his chest briefly but remembering the lesson you’d learn if you didn’t remove it. which you did just a quickly as you placed it. erik loving every second of this cause you never ran from all the dick he gave you, regardless of how rough he’d get “mhm, keep taking that dick like a good girl.” wrapping both hands around your throat and speeding up his deep pace. “shitshitshittt” your eyes rolling back into your head, arousal gushing out of you and leaving a warm creamy mess between the two of you. erik grabbing you by the jaw and opening your mouth to dribble his spit in it, which you did with a smile. “you a nasty ass lil bitch i love that shit” his pace starting to grow sloppy “love how you let me slut this pussy out baby.” rolling the pad of his thumb along your clit, walls swelling up tight just before your squirt hard, hot tears rolling down your face and as he fills you up full.
Can you do Erik with shy bratty gf or him babying her and being lovey dovey just because she an adorable shy glasses wearing girl ????
A/N:Yes omg i love this idea, also sorry it took me so long to see this😭🤎
His Blind Queen
TW: cussing
You stepped out your shared, putting on your pink silk robe and white fur slides, walking or well stumbling into you and Erik’s shared bedroom.
“Where are my damn glasses!” you yelled out of frustration, seeing ass they were not on the sink where you left them.”Erik!”
After a few moments, Erik appears, you can barely see him thought due to your impaired vision. You stood there with a scowl, arms folded and lip’s pouting.
“Hey mamas what’s up? You done with your shower I see” you can tell he’s trying to not laugh at something which wasn’t helping you in any way.
“Give me my damn glasses boy I know you got em!” You said loudly, sitting down on the bed still upset.”I can’t stand yo dumbass sometimes” you mumble.
“First off loose the that base in your voice and that attitude girl, secondly you can get them glasses back when you say please” he said in a soft but stern voice, grabbing your face to make you look at him.
“Can I please have my damn glasses back” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.
“Nuh uh, speak loud mamas, us that tone you was just usin”he said blankly.
“Can I please have my damn glasses back!” You shouted.
You see Erik leave then a few minutes later he comes back, with your glasses in hand as he steps forward to hand them to you.
Seeing as you were still irritated, you snatched them from him and out them on, as you started to apply your body lotion and other skin care.
“Snatch from me again and imma snatch that attitude out you girl” he said loudly, applying a hard smack to your ass as you stood up.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — my honesty is silent but it wants to tell you so; ms. badu warned you about next lifetimes, but your friends remind you there's no time like the present
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.9K
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — gasp! a want u around update in 2025!
You wanted Erik.
Three weeks had passed since you and Erik’s failed coffee excursion and you didn’t know quite where you both stood. You’d been exchanging texts and had small conversations when you saw each other between classes and your respective jobs. Most days you’d stare at his messages on your phone screen for three full minutes before you answered, drafting and deleting texts before settling on hollow responses that made your stomach tighten.
And Erik, bless him, would give you patient answers, never asking or implying for more than you were ready to give him. It made you wonder if he was really being patient or just keeping you around for the promise of something more that you were doubtless you could give him right now.
But sure as shit, you knew that you wanted him. You wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anyone in your life. You’d stalked his social media profiles and, outside of a few obvious thirst traps, he was just as private online as he was in real time.
But even in his mystery, he did things — said things — that made your heart flutter in a way you’d never felt before.
What did Erykah Badu say about next lifetimes?
You jumped; your phone was buzzing against the desk. You grabbed the device and slid your thumb along the screen. Muffled R&B and hushed tones greeted you. “Hello?”
Your best friend, Joelle’s, relieved tone echoed in your ear. “Where are you at?”
“I’m at the Hills Library, why?”
“Oh, thank God! Start heading outside, we’re on our way.”
You frowned. “Why?”
“Because you’ve been avoidin’ us and we miss you, bitch!” A click, the voice was gone, and you shook your head as you laughed.
“I’m never hearing the end of this one.”
Two minutes later, you were met with your group of friends: Marcelle in the driver’s seat, Joelle in the passenger seat, and you were sat next to Ororo, your head resting on her shoulder as Joelle and Marcelle chewed you out from the front seat.
“Say the word and I’ll kill him,” Marcelle said, glaring at you from the rearview.
“Calm down, Mari,” Joelle said, kissing her teeth. “Ain’t nobody tryin’ to go to jail for duck-headed ass Theodore.” She turned to face you. “But if you want me to get Scott to handle him, let me know.”
You raised a brow. “How’s that any different than Mari threatening him, JoJo?”
“Because Marcus is a TA this semester and doesn’t need his crazy, tall girlfriend startin’ problems on campus. Scott works off campus.”
Marcelle rolled her eyes, her gaze flitting back to you. “How are you doing?”
You lifted a shoulder. “I’m better than I was three weeks ago, I guess.”
“Have you heard from Theo at all?” Joelle asked.
“I wouldn’t know. I blocked him the morning after.”
Ororo squeezed your forearm, her warmth bringing a small smile to your lips.
You truly credited your bounce back to your three best friends; they were at the apartment the morning after the breakup with coffee and breakfast and let you mope, never saying a word, just being with you.
Even when you’d started to regret breaking things off with Theo, they let you voice your thoughts and gave you the space to be vulnerable.
“Yeah. Then, there’s Erik and — ” You froze and met six pairs of wides eyes staring at you.
“Erik? Stevens?”
You put the heel of your palm against your forehead, a weak smile on your lips. “Just forget it. I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t,” Marcelle said, her face grave. “Please, for the love of God, Shorty, tell me that you didn’t have sex with him.”
“No…?”
Joelle cackled. “Holy shit, bitch, you did!”
“We didn’t have sex!” Your face warmed. “I mean, not really.”
“What the fuck does that mean!”
Joelle’s laughter echoed throughout the car, Marcelle and Ororo swatting at her arm.
“Let her explain before you jump down her throat,” Ororo chided.
“It means that I may or may not have done something with Erik that may or may not have blurred the lines between us.”
“Hold on, back up,” Marcelle held her hands up, “you’re tellin’ me that y’all did somethin’?”
You groaned and put a hand to your forehead. “Remember when I went to lo-fi a couple weeks back?” The group nodded. “I was drunk and I was dancing with this guy. Things got…heavy and then I found out that it was Erik.”
“Heavy how?” Joelle pressed, waggling her eyebrows.
“Heavy,” you deadpanned. “Anyway, we had a moment and now things are different between us.”
“If he did anything, I swear to God — ”
“Mari, seriously, chill out,” Joelle said, emphatic. “She’s a grown woman. If she felt uncomfortable or like she was in danger, she’d know how to handle herself.”
“I’m fine, Mari.” You put a hand on her shoulder. “Like, I’m obviously not doing the best right now and the last thing I need to be doing is worrying about some guy that I may or may not be starting to like, but I’ll be fine.”
“I’m just sayin’ that if shit goes sideways, your boy might catch fades.” She sucked her teeth. “Fine or not, Erik Stevens is not too good for an ass whoopin’.”
“Ororo, you used to date his cousin, T’Challa, right?” Joelle asked.
“Yeah, back in high school,” Ororo said, lifting a shoulder. “We’re still friends, though. I could ask him about Erik, see if he’s dating anyone.”
Marcelle turned to you. “Do you want to date him?”
“It’s…complicated. Him and Theo run in the same circles but they have their own history with each other. Which makes it hard for me because I know that most of his crew knew he was cheating, looked me in the eye, and chose not to say anything.”
“You know how frat brothers are,” Joelle said, rolling her eyes. “They protect their own.”
“Erik’s not like that,” Ororo offered. “Him and T’Challa basically came up as brothers and all I ever heard was how great Erik was.”
“I know,” you moaned, your head in your hands. Erik didn’t strike you as anything like any of Theo’s other frat brothers. Whenever he was at Greek events, he always greeted you and kept you company when Theo was off being Theo.
Now that you were thinking about it, Erik rarely ever showed up to Greek events. He seemed more comfortable at tailgates and other campus events. There was so much you didn’t know about him and that both excited and terrified you.
“You don’t have to make a decision immediately,” Ororo’s voice cut between your thoughts, “It’s okay to like someone after a breakup. Even one as grievous as yours. You don’t have to reserve your feelings because of Theo.”
“Even if he is as fine as Erik Stevens,” Marcelle added.
“There’s more to Erik than just him being attractive, Mari,” you said, your lips drawing up into a smile.
“Tomato, potato.”
“You know that we got you, right?” Joelle smiled at you. “I’ve known you since we were eight so I know what it means when you pull back suddenly.”
“I didn’t want to keep talking about how heartbroken I was and bring the vibe down.” You let out a mirthless chuckle. “My own voice — my feelings — started to get on my nerves. But I was tired of talking about it and figured y’all were tired of hearing it from me.”
Marcelle waved off your words. “If it’s hurting you, it’s hurting us, Shorty. You know that.”
“I know. It was just, at the time…” You shrugged. “Anyway, besides ambushing me” — Marcelle and Joelle made affronted noises — “what were y’all up to?”
“We were going to come get you regardless, scrub,” Marcelle said pointedly. You gave her a toothy smile. “But we figured we needed a girls’ night. Insecure, Indian takeout, and at least three bottles of wine.”
“That sounds like fucking heaven right now.”
“So what exactly did you and Erik do if you didn’t have sex?”
Heat crept up the back of your neck as you took the longest sip of wine in history.
“Don’t do that,” Joelle lightly smacked your thigh, “Tell us what happened, bitch!”
You chewed on your bottom lip before letting out a resigned sigh. “For the record, I was drunk as fuck and I didn’t realize that it was Erik until it was too late.”
“That sounds ominous,” Marcelle said darkly.
“It’s not,” you said, shaking your head, “I’m just explaining this wrong. I went out that night mostly to be somewhere other than my apartment. By the time I got to lo-fi, I’d decided that I was going to let loose. If Theo got to fuck around, so could I.
“I was well on my way to being drunk when I felt someone behind me. I decided that I’d pretend to be someone else. Someone sexy and mysterious.” Your face warmed as you remembered Erik’s touch on your body. “Things got heavy, really heavy, but I knew that I didn’t want to go home with some random guy to soothe my ego. When I turned around, it was Erik. I was fucking mortified.”
“Just so I’m clear,” Marcelle began, “you and Erik had some kind of moment on the dance floor?”
You nodded, the heels of your palms pressed to your face.
“And now you’re putting him in this limbo until you figure out if you want to be with him?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think I am? I don’t know!”
“Sounds like limbo to me,” Joelle said, smirking. “Or, at the very least, punishment.”
“It’s not intentional.” You put a hand to your cheek. “He’s a really good guy, y’all, I swear. Even after what happened, he’s been nothing but patient with me. I feel like I’m back in middle school; always checking my phone for his texts just to hesitate to answer. Hoping to see him on the quad or in the library. I’ve been watching his Insta like a fucking hawk.”
“Sounds like you like him to me,” Joelle quipped.
“Do I? Or do I just like being paid attention to for once?”
“The fact that you even have to ask is proof enough, don’t you think?” Marcelle put a hand on your shoulder. “He’s not pressuring you and, from what you’ve said, he’s been nothing but kind. If you want to be with him, then be with him. But don’t hide behind his proximity to Theo when he’s done nothing but show up for you.”
“You really putting that social work degree to work, Mari,” Joelle teased.
“I’m just saying that she needs to give herself permission to be vulnerable and honest with Erik and herself.” She smiled at you. “I think you should call him. When you’re ready, of course.”
You blinked back tears. “I love you guys.”
“We love you, too, Shorty.”
They gathered you into their arms — awkwardly, but warm nonetheless — and you felt a weight leave you. No matter what you chose, you were grateful to have your girls with you.
𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — another short chapter because the next one is about to take a lot out of me lol
| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.
| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader
| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)
| 2k+ words
Song lyric prompt #TWO:
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)
You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.
There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.
There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.
Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.
And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.
But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.
You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.
All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.
During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.
Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.
He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.
Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.
Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.
The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.
It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.
So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.
You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.
A half a year from then and here you were.
With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.
What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”
So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.
Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.
As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.
You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.
Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.
Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.
Until now that is.
You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.
Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.
You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.
But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.
Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.
You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.
You’re fucking gorgeous.
Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.
You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.
“You shaking all that for me?”
You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.
He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.
You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.
He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.
“You gon answer me?”
You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.
“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”
Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.
“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.
You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.
“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”
You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.
“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”
Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.
“Another plushie and a massage?”
His response is instant.
“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”
“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”
His eyes travel back to your mouth.
There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.
“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”
He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.
You raise your eyebrow, “But I haven’t even done anything.”
Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.
“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”
Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.
“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.
What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.
“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”
You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.
“I’m getting my plush right?”
He nods. “Promise baby.”
The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.
You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.
“Then let me shake my ass for you.”
He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.
You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.
You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.
“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.
He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.
“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”
You can feel his grin spread across your skin.
“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.
He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.
“Mhm,” You whine.
“Mhm what?” He murmurs.
“Mhm, I’m needy.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”
“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.
The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.
He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.
“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”
You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.
“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.
“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”
He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.
“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.
“I missed you too.”
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!
I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it.
I woke up with a killer headache and the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit it repeatedly trying to get it to shut off to no avail. Frustrated I picked it up launching it across the room. Next was the alarm on my cell and I released a defeated groan. Sitting up, I took in my surrounding trying to remember how I got to my room last night. My makeup was removed, and I was in a large T-shirt with my hair in a bonnet. The only thing I forgot to do was remove my contacts. Slowly getting up, I left my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a glass and aspirin set right next to my glasses.
There was no way I was THAT alert last night.
Frowning I took the packet and washed it down before starting the shower, I had to wash away last nights shame and hangover. 15 minutes later I stepped out wrapping a towel around my body. I didn't even feel slightly Recovered. Removing my contacts and placing the frames over my eyes, I need coffee.
"Good Mornin'," a raspy baritone greeted me when I got to the kitchen.
"Morning," I mumbled putting on the pot.
"Lemme get a cup,"
I stopped turning around in horror, registering who it was.
"Erik?!"
"Yeah?" He sounded like 'duh'.
"Get out get out get out!" I squealed, holding my towel to me looking for something to throw.
"What about the coffee?"
Erik sounded confused, like he was suppose to be here or something."
"Negro what are you even doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Grab your shit and get out!"
"Damn girl that's how you show gratitude?" I could tell he wasn't getting upset now. "Yo ass don't even know what happened last night."
I froze. Oh fuckkkkk no.
"Tell me we didn't?"
"Naw girl, ion get down like that." He looked disgusted by the thought and I couldn't help but scoff.
"Oh yeah right, I bet. You're such a stand up guy right?" Sarcasm laced in every word as I held the door open for him.
Soon as he crossed the threshold I slammed the door,
"Really Lona that's how we gettin' down now." The anger in his voice was evident and I couldn't help but wonder if he still got that wrinkle in between his eyes like he use to.
"We taken advantage of drunk bitches now Erik.
He was silently for a minute but I knew he was still there.
"You know me better than that." He spoke from the other end. Did I really though?
There was a slight pain in my chest after he said that.
"I use to." I replied loud enough for him to hear before walking back into my room.
"How you feelin' sunshine?"
"I feel like death." I answered.
I laid my head down on the table in the cafeteria Tatiana and Jay were chillin at. I swear to god when you have a hangover it be the longest day ever.
"You don't look far from it either- ouch," Jay rubbed his arm where I hit him.
"I woke up with a massive headache, feelin' like I got by a truck-" I began my list of complaints.
"Probably happened when dude dropped you." Jay mentioned casually.
"-Erik was in my living room just chillin on my couch." I stopped and blinked, looking directly at Jay. "I'm sorry. What? Who dropped me, Erik?"
"Naw, not Erik. Ole dude in the bathroom."
Wait what?" I frowned looking at Tati. "What's he talking about. I was with you wasn't I? Where were you?"
"Ok boo, breathe aite," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "No anxiety attacks today. Let me start from the beginning. Dumbass here don't know how to be gentle."
As she explained, i remember arriving, I remember chilling, playing beer pong, taking a few shots. I remember dancing, curving a couple of frat boys, and having a good time. Everything after that was fuzzy.
"So you was tore up girl, but hiding it well. You just said you wanted to throw up s you'd feel better. I'm the one who walked you to the bathroom, again, you didn't look that tore up but I guess when it all started to come up you got worse? I only left because Ashley came to get me since Donise was bout to fight and I needed to stop her. I swear I was only gon for like 7 minutes. When I reminded Doni she was on her last strike here and told her we had to get you home we both came right back to find Erik literally trying punch his way thru ole' dudes skull."
"What?" My eyes widened.
"Yeah, apparently Erik caught bruh tryna carry you out the house on the low." Jay informed me filling in from where Tati left off. "When he confronted him and told him to hand you over he dropped you to the floor. E was quick to check on you and asked if I had and before I blinked he was after bruh."
"Erik?"
"Yes girl! And he beat the fuck outta him too." Tati hit her hand with her first. "When I came up, Jay left you with me and Jay and Moses had to get him to stop. Once he 'calmed down' enough he stormed over to you and damn near shoved me out the way. He wouldn't let anyone touch you after that."
"I'm sayin', he turned into the bodyguard." Jay laughed clearly amused.
But I sure as hell wasnt.
Remaining quiet, I tired to process everything. I was almost snatched up and taken God knows where, so some weirdo could do God knows what to me, and Erik came in and stopped everything. For me. Protected me. Made sure I got home safely and stayed with me all night. While I still don't remember anything I do know he was wearing what I saw him in last night this morning......and right about now I'm feeling like the biggest asshole.
"Yeah shit was sexy and scary at the same time. He looked crazy."
"For real son! Crazy as fuck," Jay agreed. "I know bruj said y'all had history, but damn. Y'all was together or somethin'?"
Or something, I thought but instead just shook my head.
"No, but it's complicated," was the only explanation I was giving right now. Everyone didn't need to know my dirty laundry, and while I could careless about what people thought about me, I'm sure they've got enough to run it about last night. Meanwhile I needed to find Erik. No matter how I feel about him, he still looked out for me last night. Not only do I owe him a thank you but an apology too.
It was a nice day outside so I figured he might be in the quad since I saw him out there a lot. There or at the gym. Thankfully he at was the former and I didn't have to look too hard as I headed toward him. As soon as he spotted me he snatched his bag up, saluted the guys and began to walk off. I did my best to catch up without making it obvious that I was after him to everybody else around. Catching up slightly I called out his name and he stopped. He shoulders slumped as if he were sighing as he turned around. He looked at me like he couldn't stand me. I took a deep breath feeling nervous and embarrassed.
"Erik can we talk?" I asked, feeling small.
"Is it about the project?" His voice lacked every bit of emotion.
"No." I answered knowing where this was going.
"Then, naw, we can't."
Without another look he turned, headphones on, and left me where I stood.
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So...someone's upset.
And rightfully so. These two have a lot of issues to work out. Too much anger.
I'm just gonna...let that sit there...
Guess what guys!!
I've got the next 30 chapters planned! The good the bad and the ugly. I'm sooo excited!'
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A quickie. Took this thigh selfie today and imagined my *imaginary* man having an imaginary problem with me going out like this. Wrote this SUPER quick tonight. Like two minutes ago.
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“Baby, Imma run out to the store and stock up right quick.”
“Aight coo,” You just barely saw the tips of his stiff fineapple sprouting from the top of the couch as you looked his way. He was in one of his funks again. Barely getting up from the couch to do anything. The two of you had been rotating these moods since quarentining became a way of life five months ago. This morning you decided to venture out for your monthly grocery haul, you were tired of looking at the baking soda box in the back of the fridge. Showered and ready to go, you briskly glide in front of the TV to kiss your husband on your way out. Erik hadn’t moved from the couch in two days. You missed the warmth his bulky frame brought to your bed, but understood he needed his time to process and eventually come back around.
“Be back as soon as I can, E,” you say kissing him on the cheek.
You missed the quick look followed by a longer more suspicious one as you breezed by him.
“Ok… keys… phone...mask....where the hell is my mask?” You rummage through your purse looking for the essential item.
“Erik, baby… have you seen my mask? It was just right here---”
“Yea.” He’s waving it around like a white flag of surrender above the couch. You breathe a sigh of relief. All of your other cloth masks were in the washing machine.
“Thanks.” You reach for it, leaning against the back of the couch, but Erik won’t let it go. “Stop playing, boy. Gimme my shit.”
“Where you going?” His attention is still on the socially-distant NBA playoff game on the TV in front of him.
“Already told you.”
“Aight.” You try to pull the mask again. His grip seems even tighter than it was a second ago. Two can play that game, if he wanted tug-of-war, so be it. You were bound to lose obviously, but still, it’s principalities in this. An intense push and pull ensues (intense for you, he still hasn’t looked at you pulling behind his head) until he catches you off guard and pulls you around the couch in front of him, breathing like you’d just run the Boston Marathon.
“Erik, what the fuck?!”
“You got a lot of mouth on you today, but still aint said where you going.” He finally looks at you for the first time in 48 hours and you melt for a moment before his antics annoys you again.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I gave you the answer before you asked it.” You solidify your stance by crossing your arms and flicking your brows upwards at him.
“Aight. My bad.” He leans back cooly and extends his hand out to you with the mask dangling from his fingers. You know it’s a trick, but you don’t really have a choice, so you grab it as quickly as you can and make it about .237 steps before you feel his hand roughly squeezing your ass. The moan you let out was pathetic, honestly. But you hadn’t felt his touch in days.
“Erik, please.”
“Don’t ‘Erik please,’ me. Where you going...looking like that?”
You look downward at yourself. Thin biker shorts. The kind where you can feel your ass jiggle with every step. Fitted crop top. The one that was Erik’s favorite because his favorite back roll of yours would peek out and entice him to squeeze and caress it in public. Waist beads out. The ones that you said were for his eyes only. Oh.
Now, Erik wasn’t controlling, he was too confident for that, but he did like to mess with you when you wore outfits like the one you had on. It was only fair, seeing you like this messed with his dick.
“You look good, baby.” His large hands were now gently massaging both ass cheeks as you stood between his legs trying to remain vertical, your knee threatening to buckle at any second.
He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, face-to-face with your needy pussy.
“Mmmmmmm, shit. Smell good too.” One of his hands left your ass to palm himself through his sweats as he studied the outline of your kitty, lips fat and calling out to him. He moved in even closer, burying his face in the apex of your plush thighs, taking in the sweet musk of your arousal.
He smacked your ass and told you to turn around.
“Bend over.” You obeyed him and felt the seam of your shorts being ripped from your body and his hot mouth hovering over your nerve-ridden bundle.
“No panties, huh? You really got me fucked up.” Erik’s teased your hole, using the point of his tongue to glide up and down your slit.
“Please baby, I can’t take it,” you beg. He chuckles against you before covering your clit with his mouth. He suckles it so good that you bend down farther. His lips are soft and your lower lips are sopping wet against them. Your eyes are seeing stars because of the positioning of your head but when you look behind you, you see his dick, now outside of his sweats, glistening with precum. It looks so yummy as he strokes it with his hand, not missing a beat as he eats you out feverishly.
“Pussy always so wet for me. You was really bout to walk outta here with this fat wet pussy? Hmm?”
“Nuh-nuh-no,” you whine, pushing yourself further on his mouth. “Keep sucking my pussy like that baby...fuccccck that tongue, E.”
“You gon make me nut all over myself talking like that. Mmmmmmmmmmm.” The long hum against your clit catapults you into your orgasm. Your knees finally buckle and you fall onto them, bent over on the floor in front of Erik. He watches your pussy from the back as it convulses and winks at him uncontrollably. He lets out a satisfied moan moments later, blessing you ass with ropes of his cum. You look back at him, spent, eyes low. He smacks your ass playfully while it’s still tooted up in the air, you’re absolutely stuck.
Characters: Erik Stevens x black!reader, Nicky Fury x daughter!reader
Summary: Its time for your dad to meet your boyfriend.
Warnings: None
A/N: Based off this imagine. After almost a year its finally here! I hope you all enjoy it.
“Okay, remember to play nice. My dad can be intense.” You warned Erik before ringing the doorbell.
“As long as he ain’t on some fuck shit.” Erik was already not too fond of the work your father did.
“Erik!”
“Aight, I’ll be nice.” He changed the tune of his story when he saw the crazy look in your eyes.
The front door opened and revealed Tony Stark. “What are you doing here?” You asked shoving the cake in his hands.
“Nice to see you too, kid.” He kissed the top of your head. Despite your love-hate relationship, Tony was like a big brother to you. Actually, all the avengers were like older siblings to you.
“Stevens.”
“Stark.”
Erik and Tony greeted each other. Neither one liked the other. You believed it was because there was no room big enough to hold both of their egos.
“Please you two, no arguing today. I got enough to worry about.” You continued to venture into the house.
“Erik, my man!” Sam came up and clapped Erik’s hand and gave him a one arm hug. “What you been up to?”
Tony leaned into you and asked, “Why doesn’t he greet me like that?”
You rolled your eyes and turned over your hand. “You know why.”
“Shit, nothing. I’m just out here trying to survive.” Erik ended the clap with a snap. He hit Sam in the middle in the chest. “I see you hitting them weights. You out here trying to get swole?”
“Nah, man I’m trying to get like you.”
“Trust me you don’t wanna be like him.” You interrupted the nigga-fest before it went too far.
“She’s always hating.” Erik whispered to Sam. “I’ll get at you later.”
Erik followed you throughout the house. The two of you constantly stopping to greet everyone. Eventually, you made it outside to see your dad at the pit.
“Hey Daddy!” As you reached up to kiss his cheek, you had to restrain yourself from hitting Erik when you heard him mumble, “I’m the only one she calls daddy.”
Nick put the spatula down and hugged his baby girl. “How is it possible you get more beautiful every time I see you?”
“I get it from my daddy.” You boosted his ego. “Anyway, there’s someone I want you to meet.” You tugged on Erik’s hand to bring him next to you. “Daddy this is Erik, Erik this is Nick Fury.”
Erik stuck out his hand to shake your dad’s. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
Nick looked at the young man’s hand for some time. Before everything went down in Wakanda, Nick heard of Erik or better yet Killmonger. He wanted to bring him into SHIELD, but decided he was too volatile and stubborn for the organization. Now that same man is dating his baby girl. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.
“Hmmph.” Nick looked Erik up and down before shaking his hand. “You treating my daughter right?”
“Yes, sir. I’m the one you should be checking on.” Erik rubbed up and down on the bicep you hit him on earlier. “She’s always hitting me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t deserve it. You always testing me.” You bucked at him.
Erik was about to mush your head, but he remembered his surroundings and that he was supposed to be making a good impression. “See, you got a little thug over there.”
“She ain’t the thug I see.” You knew your dad would be snarky when he met Erik, but you didn’t think he would be going this hard this early.
You saw Sam behind Erik, cracking some joke with Bucky. Quickly, you motioned for him to come get Erik. “E, you wanna go grab a drink and dig into that cake before anyone else can?”
Erik looked to you if it was okay for him to leave. Even though he was already itching to leave he didn’t want to piss you off.
“Yeah, go.” You waved him off. “Me and Daddy need to have a talk.”
With your go ahead, Erik took off. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold his tongue.
Once Erik was out of earshot, you poked your dad in the shoulder and got on his ass. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Nick played dumb as he flipped the burgers.
You flicked your dad’s ear and quickly got out of arm’s reach. “That elitist nigga bullshit you just pulled by calling Erik a thug.”
Nick gave you the full Fury glare that was usually reserved for Tony. He pointed the spatula at you. “You got that one free lick. You don’t get anymore.” Closing the pit, your dad came next to you. “And the last thing I wanna be is one of those siddity niggas. I just…I just expected you with someone different that’s all.
“Elitist bullshit.” You mocked him by singing.
He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I was a little elitist. I’ll be better, I promise.”
If you consider better as not talking to one another then better happened. The barbecue was tense due to the obvious animosity between your dad and boyfriend. No matter how hard you, Sam, Bruce, and Steve tried to ease the tension, somehow your dad and Erik found a way to throw off-hand comments. And Tony was no help because he liked to add fuel to the fire.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when Sam complimented Erik’s hair and your dad mumbled, “I don’t know why you young niggas think that’s a good look.”
Erik’s smile before he said anything told you everything you needed to know, and you knew there was no way to stop it. “I’m sorry that your receding hairline made you cut your hair. But hey, you rock that Samuel L. Jackson look.”
“What’s wrong with Sam L? That man got style.” Nick looked at Erik incredulously. He choose the wrong one today. “And while we on the subject of hair. Son, if you can’t grow a full beard then at least have the sense to cut that shit off.”
You almost spat your drink out. Erik’s been using some oils to grow his beard completely and it was working so well, you thought it was full. Leave it to your dad to find the last patch.
“At least I’m not dressed like Shaft. Nigga it’s 85 degrees right now, why you got on that hot ass leather duster for? Ole Little Bill lookin ass with an eyepatch.” Erik refused to be outdone by this old head.
They continued to trade jabs. It was like watching a tennis match when neither player could score. Each jab was hitting its mark. If this wasn’t your dad and Erik, then you would be cracking up like everyone else.
You needed to stop their bickering before it got too far. Out of the two, your dad would be the easiest to stop. “Daddy!” You called out to him, trying to redirect his attention.
“What?!” Both Erik and your dad turned to you. When you saw your dad’s face processing that Erik answered as well, you knew right then and there you would have to kill Erik. You’ll just tell T’Challa and Shuri that he died in a horrible car crash. It would be believable, because that nigga doesn’t know what a speed limit is.
Sam slid out of his chair in silent laughter, Tony spat out his drink and was howling in laughter, Steve’s face flushed red in embarrassment for you, Bucky looked like he wanted to congratulate Erik, Wanda and Nat offered you sympathetic smiles, and Peter was confused to why everyone was in a state of shock.
That shit-eating grin was wiped off Erik’s face when he looked at you. Was it possible to plan your own funeral, he thought.
“Y/N, why did he answer you?” Nick asked his lovely daughter. He knew his daughter was grown and she was most likely doing grown people activities, but that didn’t mean he needed to be blatantly reminded of it.
“Cause I’m her daddy, nigga!” Erik was done playing nice. Nick Fury needed to know he was serious about you and he wasn’t going anywhere.
Tony wiped tears from his eyes. “This keeps getting better and better.” Nat kicked the leg from under his chair causing him to fall.
‘Thank you’ you mouthed to her. Tony obnoxious ass was next on your hit list after Erik.
Standing up, Nick pointed between him and Erik. “Me and you about to have a little talk.”
You tried to follow them inside the house, but your dad stopped you. He said they needed to have a talk man to man.
The longer they were away, the more you worried. For sure, you thought you would hear yelling. Neither one of them were afraid to get loud. Maybe one of em killed the other, you thought. Nah couldn’t be, neither one would go quietly.
Suddenly, your dad’s laughter was wafting through the air and that didn’t happen too often. Rounding the corner was a happy Erik and your dad, laughing with each other like they just weren’t at each other’s necks.
“What is this?” You asked surprised that they weren’t arguing.
Erik came to your side and kissed your temple. “Me and your pops came to an understanding.”
“And that is?”
“None of your business.” Your dad told you, leaving you speechless. Wow, did your dad and Erik have secrets now?
You asked Erik the same question and got the same answer. Erik was your best bet to tell you their secret, so you pinched him to get him to spill the beans.
In less than five seconds you felt a flick to your ear. “Keep your hands off that boy. I forgot how mean your little ass can be.”
You grabbed your ear and looked at your dad in awe. “What the hell is this?! Y’all friends all of a sudden?” You had to be in the twilight zone, because now your dad was defending Erik.
Both men turned to you and simultaneously repeated, “None of your business.” You decided to give up for the moment. You would have to divide and conquer to get any info.
The rest of dinner went really well considering where it started. Instead of roasting each other, Erik and your dad ganged up on Tony and it was your turn to laugh at his pain and suffering.
At the end of the night, it was only you, your dad, and Erik left. On your way out, Erik promised your dad he would come to his poker night and that they could hustle Tony out of some money. These niggas were really best friends now.
Finally, in the car you could try to pry some information out of Erik. Your dad would never tell you what they talked about. He was the king of secrets.
“What?” Erik’s lip slightly curled up when he felt you staring at him.
“What did you and my dad talk about earlier?” You pinched his arm. “And don’t tell me it’s none of my business.”
Erik slid his eyes at you when he came to the stop sign. “Imma handle that ass when we get home.”
“Promises, promises.”
Erik shook his head at you. He contemplated telling you the truth and decided to give you an abridged version, because he knew your ass wouldn’t stop bugging him until you got something. “All you need to know is that we both have your best interest and love you. Anything else you wanna know, you gotta ask your pops.” Taking the hand that was intertwined with his, Erik kissed the back of your wrist.
That answer would have to do for now. Just like Erik said you could get the rest from your dad with a lot of begging and honestly, Erik might tell you more, because either way you looked at it you were daddy’s little girl and neither one of them would want to disappoint you.
