#erik stevens college au

[galatially]

❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈𝐈: 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, a bit of a come down from the beginning lol

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — who are you to make my heart flutter? who am i to be affected; mornings after aren't all they crack up to be

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.6K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

Dull pain housed itself behind your eyes. 

The sun was too bright and were the birds louder this morning or did they know you were in pain?

You groaned, your hand exploring the expanse of sheets and pillows to find your phone. When sleep dissipated from your vision, you saw four voicemails: three from Theo and one from Erik.

The previous night’s events played in your mind’s eyes like hazy vignettes, fractals of whiskey-sodden movements and hot skin scorched with callused pads of fingers. You shook off the memories and played the first voicemail. 

“Y/N, baby. Pick up.” 

Your throat seized at how bored Theo’s tone was. Like he was speaking to a child throwing a tantrum. 

“You know that we can’t work through this if you don’t answer when I call.”

“Where are you? Your car wasn’t in its spot in the parking space and no one’s heard from you. Call me back.”

“If you want to be a bitch about all of this, fine.”

Wetness hit your collarbone and your free hand wiped at your cheek. You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t break. Not over him. 

Your thumb hovered over Erik’s voicemail; just ten seconds. You took your lip between your teeth. If you were honest, you’d forgotten that you’d had each other’s numbers. Probably one of those cordial things that friends of the other’s partner does. You let out a shallow breath and pressed play.

“Hey, uh, it’s me. Erik. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay. If you ever want to talk about, y’know, anythin’, I’m here.” He blew out a breath. “Bye, Y/N.” 

His voice, whiskey-warm and low, made your belly tighten. Again, your mind’s eye played back the events of last night. How his breath against your ear made your knees weak and your body shudder. How his skin on your sweat-slick skin felt like delicious flames. Your thighs clenched and your mouth watered at the memory of him stretching you out. You pinched the front of your shirt between your forefinger and thumb, circulating some much needed air between your hot skin and the the thin fabric. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed Erik before now. You’d even made a few offhanded comments that caused several petty fights between you and Theo to the point he’d stopped inviting you to functions where Erik could be present. But last night was different. You hadn’t been alone with Erik before and you were ready to have him take you in the middle of a dance floor. With other half-drunk patrons on all sides. You’d never been that reckless with Theo, never even wanted to be that reckless with him. 

Your phone chimed and you jumped; it was a text from Erik. 

Did you make it home okay? I didn’t hear back and got worried

Emotion lodged itself in your throat. 

Some small, deprecating part of you wanted to denigrate the feeling, chalk it up to jumping into the first physical intimacy you’d had in what seemed like ages. Another wanted to fall — fall so hard, so fast, that you wouldn’t recognize yourself after the impact. You’d become a stranger, a woman consumed. 

Before you could stop yourself, you drafted out a text. Your eyes flitted from left to right, surveying the blue bubble for any signs of overeagerness. Before you could second guess yourself further, you hit the blue arrow. 

Meet me for coffee at Jeannie’s?

You chewed your thumb nail, your eyes glued to the café entrance. 

Your knee bobbed in time with your thoughts, errant and sedentary, flitting between focused and dissociative. You’d tugged at one of your plaits a few times without even noticing. Fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweater and adjusted the rings on your fingers. Your eyes flitted around the café, half-recognizing classmates and friends of friends. You looked down at your watch again; half past nine. 

He could’ve decided not come. It’s not like he owed you anything. 

You shook your head; barring what happened at the club, why were you nervous? You’d been around Erik plenty of times before. 

Except back then, you were with Theo. And one of the times that he caught wind of you and Erik being “familiar”, he stopped inviting you out with him. That was probably one of the nastiest fights you’d had with Theo. You rubbed at the skin of your wrist at the memory.

The bell above the door rang and your vision fixed on the form coming inside. 

His locs were plaited in two braids to the back, bringing his sharp jawline into focus. The scruff of his cheeks ghosted at the back of your neck. He wore a denim jacket over a sinfully fitted black turtleneck and matching jeans, a gold chain hanging loose around his neck. When Erik’s gaze found yours, you sucked in a breath. His hand rose in a half wave and he started towards you. 

“Sorry I’m late.” He sat down across from you, a small smile on his lips. “Lecture ran late.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t been here long.”

Erik snorted. “You’re early to everything, Y/N. What time you get here? Eight forty-five? Eight forty?”

“Eight thirty,” you murmured, narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t want to order until you got here. I don’t know what you like.”

“Coffee, two sugars, splash of oat milk.”

You raised a brow. “Oat milk?”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” he said, a smile quirking up at the corners of his mouth. 

“Huh. I never knew that.” You motioned to the server and put in your drink orders. “Did you want something to eat?”

“Nah.” Erik’s eyes burned into yours. “I’m not hungry right now.”

You cleared your throat and politely sent the server off. “So, about last night.”

“What about it?”

“We can’t do that again.”

Erik frowned. “If you think I’m expectin’ anythin’ — ”

“I’m not! I just wanted to make sure that we were both on the same page. I just got out of my thing with Theo and even though you say y’all aren’t friends, y’all have mutual friends and float in the same circles. I can’t jump into something with you when I’ll have to keep seeing him.”

“I’m not tryin’ to push you into somethin’, Y/N. I genuinely didn’t know that was you last night.”

“So, it’s normal for you to go around finger fucking girls in clubs?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” he said, mirroring your bold tone. “You let strange men finger fuck you in dark clubs often?”

“The Y/N you met and the Y/N in front of you are two different people. I can’t speak to her intentions.” 

“Word?” Erik laughed, pretty white teeth on display. “She seemed fun.”

“If you like drunk Y/N more, just say that,” you teased, rolling your eyes. 

“I like any Y/N you’ll give me.”

“Even if it’s platonic?”

“If you just want to be friends, Y/N, we can be just friends. I’m not gon’ rush you into anythin’ just because we happened to be physical one night.”

You smiled. “Thank you. I didn’t want to make this any more awkward than it already is and push you away without an explanation.”

“So this is goodbye?”

You furrowed your brows. “No?”

“No?” 

“I want us to start over.” You held out your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Erik smiled a dimpled smile and reached forward. You tried to ignore how his hand swallowed yours whole, leaving nothing to the imagination of what they’d look like molded to your body like a sculptor working clay. 

“I’m Erik Stevens. We had a few classes together freshman year, right? I think you stole one of my nice ballpoint pens.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t steal it! You gave it to me and I handed it to back to you!”

The corners of Erik’s mouth curled. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Erik Stevens.”

The brisk October air cut against your skin and you shuddered. 

“You cold?”

You rubbed your hands together. “I should’ve worn a jacket over this sweater but it wasn’t this cold this morning.” 

Heaviness sunk onto your shoulders and the heady scent of Erik’s cologne hit you nose. Your wide-eyed gaze flitted to him. 

“You cold right?” 

“What about you?”

He lifted a shoulder and put his hands in his pockets. “I’m cool.”

Your brows creased. “Erik.”

“Y/N,” he mocked, a smirk playing at his lips. 

You rolled your eyes. “You play too much.”

“I’m not playin’. I gave you my jacket to wear ‘cause you’re cold. That’s what friends do, right?” He moved in front of you and nodded to the jacket. “Put your arms out.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me, Y/N.” 

You didn’t mean to hesitate, but this was all happening too fast. Erik fell into being your friend too quickly, barely reacting to the pull he had on you if he even noticed at all. Were you really so different from Erik? Did you feel too deeply, too passionately? Conflated the small physical intimacy between you into something more?

“Hey.” Erik waved his hands in front of your face. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged out of his jacket and held it out to him. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

He took hold of his jacket, his features canted into a frown. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Everything.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i'm such a slow burn enthusiast and for no goddamn reason lol

[yerrrabitch]

WKND

Your eyelashes softly brushed your cheeks as you woke up. Your dark eyes scanned across his room. His scent suffocated you and kissed every inch of your body. His body lay tangled with yours. Your head was tucked between his arm and chest as he took deep, calm breaths. You relished in the feeling of him. These were some of your favorite moments. 

When life could slow down for just a second and you could truly appreciate the man under you. 

Friday Night 7:34PM

You kicked off your heels beside your door and wiped your sweat on the back of your hand. Another hellish day at work. You hated working and wished that you could take his money. But, you didn’t feel comfortable taking away from him to please you. He hated seeing you like this. He loved pampering you in anyway he could. You chuckled at the thought of the argument your current state would cause. You worked as an assistant to a lawyer who made you work unbearable hours and didn’t give a damn about any of your personal needs. He was an asshole but, the position paid well and you rubbed elbows with major figures in the field you wanted to go into after college. 

You washed your hands and took your hair out of it’s bun. You couldn't wait to take this lace off for the weekend and let your hair out. Conforming to corporate America was another one of your least favorite things you did to get where you wanted to be. He didn’t agree with that. Well, he didn’t understand. He had worked through college growing his locs as a computer science major and now owns several businesses while only being two years out. He had established a name for himself; you had not. He offered many times to get an internship or position with one of his personal lawyers but, you wanted to get your connections and establish yourself by yourself. He had a love/hate relationship with your independence. It initially drew him to you when you first met. 

You needed to make a quick snack before showering and heading over to his place for the rest of the weekend. You broke away from the apples and peanut butter to turn on Ari Lennox and unwind in the shower after realizing it was far later than you realized and he was probably worried sick about you. You showered, put in a hair mask and began to shave while dancing to her rhythmic voice when a hand grabbed your waist. You shot right into farthest part of the shower and let out an animalistic scream.

You closed your eyes as tight as possible and waited on the assault. 

Giggles. 

From him.

You wiped a curl out of your face and stared up at him. He was hunched over laughing at you like he was supposed to show up unannounced and scare you half to death.

“Baby,” he started before falling into another fit of giggles, “I came to check on you and here you are, dancing like that when you could be dancing with me upstairs.”

“I need to explain alone time?” You sneered, you were agitated. Why would he do that? He could’ve waited for you to step out of the bathroom at least. You could have fallen and gotten seriously hurt and he was laughing like that was just so funny. The things you would do to keep that smile on his face though.

“You know I didn't mean to intrude on your alone time. I was just seeing where you were. It’s 8:30?” He said still looking at you. The way your curls and coils were pulled into lopsided twists around your face, your nose scrunched up in irritation and dragged your plump upper lip and high cheekbones along with it made his heart whine at the two foot distance between you two. “I’ll wait on the couch for you, then we can go up together?”

You nodded and moved back into the water to finish what you were doing while a soft smile graced your face as you thought of him. 

You crossed the hall and applied all the necessary body butters and creams then waddled out to see him. You rolled over the back of the couch and on to his side. 

“Hey.”

He smiles up at you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. He begins peppering them all across your face and across your neck. You begin laughing when he bites on to a ticklish part of your clavicle. You place your hands at the nape of his neck and pull his head back. 

“Did you cook?” You asked looking at his beard. You loved the way it felt when it grazed your thighs but, you hated the scruff he had began to grow during quarantine. He loved it though. Anything to differentiate him from his youth. 

“Don’t you wanna order in? There’s this new Thai place on the North side. I had some for lunch last week and almost nutted,” he said staring into your eyes while tracing the curve of your jaw, “we can eat that.”

You nodded and began to get off of him and grab your slippers to go to his place. He lived five floors above you. His penthouse was amazing. It had a great view, a private elevator and this kitchen that you loved to cook in. Sometimes after an exam you both would stay up trying new recipes to get your minds off the stress. You loved cooking with him and were a little disappointed at the loss of bonding time. You knew he'd make up for it though.

“We should order it soon, you know everything out here closes early as hell.” You replied as you locked your apartment up and grabbed his hand to walk to his elevator. While waiting for it to rise from the lobby you stared at both of your figures in the reflection. His massive body next to yours, you looked like a child. A curvy child, but still a child. The hand wrapped around the phone as he orders food looks bigger than your waist. His large torso compared to your average sized one. He towered at 6′6 and you lived at 5′8. You were taller than most but, he humbled you whenever you tried to act bigger than him. Your wide hips were the only thing on you bigger than him. He would argue that your head is bigger than anything in the room. 

You were busy comparing your body to his when he guided you into the shaft with a hand on your lower back. You thanked him and stepped inside. You felt his hand moving to cup just beneath your bottom. He gave two taps to your butt and opened his other arm, signaling you to jump on his waist. You rolled your eye but, still complied and let him carry you the rest of the way. The elevator dinged and he began to move. His breathe was warm against your cool scalp. And his body warm against yours. You loved him carrying you almost as much as he did. He loved taking care of you and anyway that you would allow him to gave him joy. 

You had decorated the entrance of his penthouse. Initially it had been bare but, you added a mirror, a welcome mat and a tall plant that required almost no care so he couldn’t kill it by forgetting it. But, he would never let anything you gave him die. He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He turned around and sat down on the bed with you still attached to him and then laid back. You rolled over and began to remove the pillows from the bed. When you first met him he only used one pillow and now he can’t sleep with out at least three on the bed or you. You patted the spot next to you and almost squealed when he settled in next to you. You loved cuddling. He loved it too, only with you though. In previous relationships, it’d irritate him and make him overheat but, with your cooler body temperature and lovable personality he couldn’t resist. You rubbed up and down his side while he rubbed circles on your butt. You pushed your lips up at your nose. His eyes flashed to them and he immediately captured them with his own. He had a special way of kissing you. It never took your breath away. It was like it was your breath. You could kiss him for hours and only need to stop to fulfill bodily functions. Your lips fit perfectly together. You felt his bottom row gently dig into your top lip as his hand drifted from your ass to your right breast. His hot tongue slips into your mouth and you attach on to it and begin sucking it. His mouth retracts slightly as he smiles at you. Clearly, he doesn’t like you having too much control as he takes your nipple in his hand and twists it. You gasp and he takes that as his chance to do what he wants with you. He keeps kissing you and pulls away to begin kissing down your neck. You feel your lower belly getting warm and you try to pull his hand from your breast and place it in between your thighs. You hadn't had your fill all week and you wanted him right now. He snatches his hand away from you and doesn’t even look up at you.

“I’m taking my time tonight, so you just gone have to wait my love.” He said in between open mouthed kisses on your chest. You loved when he showered you with affection like this but, there was a time and place for everything and this was neither. You wanted to fill him shoot into the depths of you then carry you into the bathtub so you both could scrub the sins away then slide back into bed and go to sleep. You were tired and you’d rather use your vibrator and come back after you came at least once.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting all week.” You whispered looking down at him.

“Who’s fault is that?” He asked, finally reaching your nipples. “Not mine, if I could’ve had you every night I would have. I would’ve had you in the morning too. Before work. At lunch. Before dinner. For dessert. But, you had to work right mamas?” He plopped your nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your ring and lightly nibbling on the sensitive flesh in-between the metal. You were enjoying his assault on his body and accidentally ignored his question.

He bit down. Hard.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” He said staring up at you. You nodded eagerly. 

“Words.” He said with a lot more bass in his voice. 

“Yes.” He smiled up at you. You were wet and you knew that he wasn’t going to let you come once tonight after that. He’d just edge you for the rest of the night and hopefully let you cum tomorrow. He moved to the next nipple and used his fingers to give the other nipple to attention she deserved. 

He loved playing with the fattier parts of your body. One day in the earlier days of your relationship you had told him about your insecurities and he made it his duty to show extra affection to them whenever possible. He moved down to your belly and began kissing all around it and sucking your flesh in between. He pulls back up to you and places a gentle kiss on your lips and smiles.

“I love you.”

He pulls your shirt back down and pulls your body tightly against him. You feel him throbbing against your thigh as you sit on his lap. He grabbed your left foot and began to massage the heels of your feet, slowly working up to your toes and moving back down methodically. You wanted to enjoy pleasing him and vice versa but, you knew tonight was really going to be affection rather than sex. You craved an orgasm but you also needed intimacy. You loved how he knew where to find a balance in your needs and desire them. 

Saturday Morning 9:50AM

The Thai place was amazing. You could see yourself sneaking there during lunch breaks for the dishes. You both had finished off two bottles of wine and sat snuggled up on the couch watching Living Single re runs. He laid on your chest between your thighs as you both fought sleep. He smelled of deep amber and vanilla. A cologne that you mentioned loving years ago and he made a point to wear around you. 

You looked at the man next to you. You gently disconnected yourself from him and crawl beneath the sheets. You pull his member from his boxers and spit on it. You feel his body shift, he’s waking up. You lick up the under side of the shaft and attach your lips to the top. You extend your tongue outside of your lips and begin pulling in and out of your mouth. A deep chuckle breaks your concentration. 

“You love this dick don’t you?” He mused. You nodded “Couldn’t wait for me to wake up?”

You continued your assault by forcing the entirety of his length into your throat. You always struggled through this part but you never stopped trying. You gagged on it and kept pushing. You were confident that you wouldn’t vomit but you needed to taste his nut. You repeated the process, sucking the tip then taking it all down your throat. You loved the feeling of his breath becoming quicker and his hand pulling your bonnet off and grasping your twists in both of his hands. His hips kept bucking up at you until you felt warm ropes begin to paint your throat. You loved this taste. The feeling of his balls constricting on your cheeks. The way his happy trail tickled your nose. The way his thighs felt so strong against your finger tips. His firm grip on your hair. It all made you want him more. You kept sucking after he had finished until his body began to twitch again. It was only right to overstimulate him how he had done you so many times before. 

You lifted off of him and hurried to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You knew once he gained his strength back he would return the favor a few times over. He padded in behind you and began running the water in the bathtub. You smiled softly and went to the kitchen. You cut up apples, oranges and put grapes into a bowl and met him in the bathroom. He had grabbed towels and began to strip. Staring at your gown, he points and the tub. You comply and bring the bowl with you.

“Eat mama.” He commands and begins kissing up and down your neck. His hands go beneath the water and find your folds. He grazes across your clit and down to your opening. His right hand rises to your breast and he palms it lightly. He grasps your clit between two fingers and rolls it between them. Your breath hitches. 

“Please, Erik.” You breathe. You feel him smile behind you.

“Please, what baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

His laugh shakes your chest as he puts a singular finger inside of you. He knew that he needed to work you up to his size. After a week away from him, you always shrunk to a coin slot. He curved his hand around to place one hand on your clit while still fingering you. You move the bowl to the ridge of the tub as you feel yourself getting closer to a climax. He adds another finger in. Initially it is uncomfortable but as he keeps rubbing your clit your loosen up around him. You pant as you feel your end close to you. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you and turns the shower on behind both of you. He pulls you up carefully after moving the bowl to the floor near the tub. He lifts you up by your waist and slowly guides your onto his dick. He stretches you immediately and you feel like you might split open. It hurt but still felt so good. 

After waiting for you to nod at him, he began pumping in and out of you. Slowly at first then he picked up speed. He backed you into the wall and moved one of his arms from around you on to your clit and began rubbing. The hot coil in your belly began to tighten and you knew your orgasm was coming quickly. He looked so focused on getting your nut, he was barely worried about his. You begin coating him in a thick, white cream as your body is almost to your peak. Your moans begin to fill the bathroom as he hit your g spot. You finished and you felt yourself squirting on him. He loved that. He loved drinking it more than watching it though. 

He immediately followed behind you and filled you up with his cum. The warm water hit both of your side as your legs dropped and he laid his forehead against yours. He lightly kissed you then pulled out of you. You felt cold now without him inside of you. He reached for your body wash and you reached for his. Every time you had shower sex, you both would wash each others body’s. 

Regardless of all the shit you go through during the week. This makes it worth it. Orgasms before noon and endless support and love from a man you love. 

[tastingmellow]

Pretty Please

A/N: I literally woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this. I’ve been having difficulty sleeping and this is what I’m hoping will help me :) Also, make sure you read the note at the bottom of this fic, I wanna know if y’all been paying attention.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

Summary: Studying with Erik is harder than you’d think

Warnings: Erik being a baby :)

Word Count: I don’t know, daaaammmmn

“Erik.” His name fell from your lips for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night. You room was filled with grunts, sighs and groans between the two of you. Your hands busying themselves with each other. You laid on top of Erik a hand wrapped around his throat and thighs locking him in place. “Nigga, I fucking said stop.”

You sighed as Erik laughed loudly while you reapeatedly slapped him across the chest as he tried to block each hit. You finally made your way off of him and rolled your eyes as you sat back down at your desk. Erik sat up, removing his stretched out shirt before throwing it towards you. The article of clothing hit you in the face, soliciting an exasperated groan to leave your lips as you threw into the corner.

“Come on, Y/N. Take a break, we been doing this since 8.” You turned and showed him the time on your phone. “Erik, it’s 9. Fifteen more minutes and we will take a break.” Erik huffed and grabbed the anatomy book that laid to his left. “Don’t do that, this was your idea.”

Your boyfriend, Erik has suggested that the two of you spend Friday night in his dorm. The both of you had to study for exams and he knew if he wanted the company then you would too. You agreed, wanting to spend time with him since the past week has been very busy for you both. So, here you are, studying while Erik complains about the idea he gave.

“I know! But I thought I’d at least be like...getting some head for each question I got right.” Erik ducked to dodge a pen you had thrown at him. His laugh filled the space of his dorm. His laughter quickly turned into a whine as he trudged over to you laid his heavy ass over your lap.

You rolled your eyes, resting your arms on his abdomen as he sighed once...then again but louder. “Erik, it’s just 15 more minutes. You will survive.” Erik pouted and shook his head in refusal. You rolled your eyes again and pushed away from the desk. You pushed Erik off your lap, resulting in a loud thud and short string of curses. “You could’ve warned a nigga, Princess.”

“Pick up your book and read for 10 minutes and we will take a break.” You smiled as Erik agreed to your terms by getting up and stomping back to his spot beside the TV like a 7 year old. “Thank you, honey bunches.” You spoke politely, batting your eyelashes at him. Erik gave a sarcastic smile before flipping to the correct chapter of his textbook.

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The ten minutes flew by for you but for Erik, each minute was the equivalent to an hour. You had moved from you spot in the chair to standing, pacing, as you held your textbook. You read over sentence carefully, taking notes on a separate notepad that laid on the page you weren’t reading.

It wasn’t until you felt Erik’s hands making their way up your waist, towards your breasts, that you realized the ten minutes were up. “Baby, I know I said ten but just let me finish this chapter. You can go ahead and start your break.” You pulled away from Erik only to have your textbook and notepad tossed across the room. “Erik!”

“Shut that shit up, I haven’t seen your fine ass all week.” You blinked at him as he sat down on the bed and pulled you between his legs. “I miss you and all you wanna do is study. The only reason I suggested this was so I could see you, spend all night with you. I knew we were gonna study but damn, baby, all night?”

You laughed to yourself and Erik grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid back, pulling you on top of him. “I miss my babyyyyy.” He drew out the last word, burying his head in your neck to inhale your scent. He missed that. You giggled softly and adjusted yourself to straddle him. “I know, E. I’m sorry, I just wanted us to get as much done as possible.”

Erik’s hands gently caressed your thighs. “I know, I know. Honestly, all you need is a fluffy robe and bonnet and you could be somebody mama.” You leaned your head back, slapping his bare chest. “Boy, please. With the way I fuck you? TUH, if I’m somebody’s mama then MILF.”

Erik lightly bit his lip, staring up at you. “The way you fuck me?” You nodded. “Hell yeah. I ride you til the sun comes up, throw it back on you like nobody’s business, and don’t think I ain’t notice how your eyes lit up when my hand was on your throat.”

Erik shrugged as his hands slid up your shirt. “Do that shit again and imma marry you.” You licked your lips and rested your hand on his neck. “Where’s my ring, playboy?”

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A/N: Really hope you liked it! I also hope you read the note at the beginning. Here’s my question for you: What’s the running joke in all my fics?

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[sonofnjobu]

Can I give you a request. Today is my birthday and I would like a birthday one shot with Erik. Obviously reader is black and chubby and basically she hates her birthday but Erik wants to make it special for her. Fluff and smut levels up to you. Thank U love you so much

Happy Birthday, baby! I hope it was amazing.

Here’s a little something I cooked up. Pure fluff. And here’s a song to go with it.

TOKEN

Historically, your birthday had never exactly been great. As a child, all of your school friends were off at summer camps or on vacations with family. You’d gotten used to the disappointment. No one was ever available to celebrate with you other than your aunts and uncles and a few cousins.

At least back then, your grandmother would hand you a birthday card with $20 in it, but now that you were an adult, that had stopped. Which you found hilarious because as a broke grad student at MIT struggling to pay Boston rent, you needed that $20 now more than ever.

This birthday, you were one of the few people on campus for the summer semester. You were trying to haul ass through this program and get your Masters as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, that meant that none of your friends were either and you had no one to celebrate with.

Your professor droned on in the front of the class and you scrolled aimlessly through your Facebook. You’d received the standard amount of “Happy Birthday” messages from people you hadn’t seen in years, but you were still bummed.

Other people had their rooms filled with giant metallic balloons on their birthday, or one of their friends would go through the effort of making a compilation video. Some people got those giant sparkling candles or Sephora gift cards. A surprise party was completely out of the question as there was no one to plan it and no one to attend.

It always seemed to happen to someone else. You wondered if you’d ever get to feel special.  

Did that make you selfish?

Maybe.

But it was your fucking birthday. You deserved to have fun!

You snapped out of your daydream of a large and lavish party when your classmates all pushed up from their chairs and began to pack away their laptops and books. You slowly gathered your things and resolved that you’d just go get some ice cream at the corner store and have a movie night in. You’d even take a Lyft to treat yourself.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you fished it out.

Your eyes widened when you saw a message from Erik Stevens on the screen.

“Yo. It’s your birthday!”

You’d met Erik at a few overly cramped apartment parties and had been completely enamored with him. Who fucking wasn’t?

You ran in the same circles, but had never truly hung out just yet. Every time he ran in to you, he’d thrown his hands up and yelled, “Y/N! Finally, the party can start!”

He found you funny and engaging. He always smiled at you in the hallway and wrapped you in those tight, one armed hugs. You found yourself gravitating towards him every time you saw him… being a slightly bolder, funnier version of yourself. You loved to make him laugh and catch his gold canines as his chubby cheeks pulled up in a smile.

No one ever remembered your birthday. You found yourself grinning as you tapped a response.

“Yeah it is, haha!”

The three dots bounced on your screen immediately.

“You doing anything tonight? We’ve gotta celebrate.”

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him about your pathetic plans. You elected to punt.

“What do you have in mind?”

The three dots didn’t return, and your heart sunk a bit. But you knew getting your hopes up was dumb. You were about to shove your phone back in your pocket when it vibrated again.

“Meet me at Roxy’s at 6:30.”

That wasn’t a lot of time. You began to power walk down the street to your apartment so you could get dressed up. Your heart was racing and your cheeks already hurt from smiling.

–

You got out of the Lyft at 6:28 and looked around the street. You weren’t exactly sure where it was you were going, but you have two minutes to get there.

“Y/N!” you heard someone call.

You turned to see Erik holding the door open to a small little diner and you skipped across the street to him. His enormous, muscular arms enveloped you in a tight hug and you melted a little bit.

“Happy Birthday!” Erik wished you. “You look great!”

You grinned. You’d taken a chance wearing this tiny romper cause you knew your thighs were gonna rub together. You were glad it paid off.

Erik took your hand and led you in to the very small shop. You looked up at the menu. It was exclusively grilled cheese. How cute.

But Erik kept pulling you to the kitchen doors and away from the tiny counter. You walked by a man sitting atop a single stool guarding the doors and Erik nodded to him.

“She’s with me.”

He led you through the swinging doors. Your face was lined with confusion. Were you going to take a grilled cheese cooking class or something?

But instead of ending up in the kitchen, the doors opened up to a full, retro arcade.

Your face lit up.

The walls were lined with action figures and television playing old cartoons. Synthesized music pumped out of the speakers and people milled about waiting for their turn on different games. There were pinball machines and Pac Man…giant Mario Kart and other racing games, basketball, Dance Dance Revolution…

Erik wove expertly through the crowd, dragging you along behind him. He came up to the bar and pulled out a stool for you. You struggled a bit to get in it and your thick thighs spilled over the sides a little, but once you were finally atop it, you sat face to face with Erik who was still standing.

“Whachu want?” he yelled over the music. “It’s on me. Whatever you want!”

You were frankly overwhelmed. For as much as you always wanted someone to make a big deal on your birthday, you were entirely unprepared. You scanned the bar quickly and your eyes came to rest on a boozie slushie machine. You pointed at it and Erik laughed.

“Aight! You’re tryna get fucked up. I see! AY, TONY!”

He beckoned the bartender over who dapped him up. Erik ordered himself a beer and you one of the sugary slushies.

“And it’s the lady’s birthday!” he informed his friend. Tony smiled a large toothy grin and leaned over the bar to you.

“Happy birthday!” He slid a paper party plate over to you with a singular twinkie and popped a candle in to it. Tony produced a lighter from his pocket and lit up your mini cake.

You felt as if you’d melt in to the floor as Erik and Tony began to sing to you. This was the most.

You made a wish and shoved the twinkie in to your mouth. Erik laughed and handed you a small golden pouch.

You opened it to find gold tokens for the games behind you.

“Oh, wait!” Erik said suddenly, digging in his pants pockets. He pulled out at least six more tokens and added them to you stash.

“I’m guessing you come here often?” you laughed.

“Oh, yeah! I’m a huge fucking nerd, girl. You didn’t know?”

The two of you spent the night competing and jabbing at one another. Though he got more baskets than you in hoops, you kicked his ass at DDR. He defeated all of his opponents in Mortal Kombat and you died before you could even figure out the controls.

He purchased an entire cup full of tokens and bought you another drink. He lost his shit when you accidentally went to drink from the token cup instead of your slushie. In retaliation, you challenged him to a pinball tournament.

That boy was screwed from the jump. You hustled him.

“Ya girl grew up without internet, Erik!” you yelled over the crowd as your points mounted. “It was Microsoft Pinball all day every day!”

You threw up your hands as you beat his high score and let out a loud whoop.

“SUCK IT!”

You turned to away from the machine to gloat in his face when his lips suddenly met yours.

You were completely shocked and hesitated a moment before leaning in.

His strong hands came to a rest on your plush waist and he sucked on your bottom lip. The tips of his dreads tickled your face and he backed you up in to the pinball machine. He kept kissing you until a frustrated dude waiting for his turn on The Addams Family Pinball Machine interrupted the two of you.

“Hey! Get a room!”

Erik pulled away from you with a devilish smirk on his face.

“I win.”

[Masterlist]

[cherryplasmids]

☆ stress & love ☆

pairing: erik stevens x collegestudent!reader fandom: marvel cinematic universe request: @tastemybuns  — Hello can I request a Erik Killmonger x reader where the reader finds Erik like crying or tearing up and goes and comforts him? And have Erik notice how beautiful the reader is and says I Love You to them for the first time? Please? Thanks! notes:  check out my other works; masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You must have done some fucked up things in your past life that ultimately transferred to your current one because the universe was on a mission to kill you or slowly cause mental deterioration. And at the moment, the former appeared to be the perfect option since you were absolutely done with life at the moment.

The notion of senior year in college is filled with unadulterated fun was complete bullshit. Not only was your schedule basically full, the teachers decided to make your life a living hell by piling essays and projects on top of each other with short durations in between to finish them. You basically lived in the back corner of the library now since you’re always there whenever class was not in session. You used to love the library, but now, you absolutely dreaded the place.

Not only that, but you and your so-called best friend had a falling out because of her boyfriend — all because she accused you of trying to sleep with him. It ended in a lot of shouting, insults being thrown around, an eventual fist fight, and lastly, loads of crying. Also, she was able to get all of your friends to turn their backs on you, resulting in loneliness that grew as each day passed.

That leads to your to mother. She’s been insisting on you getting back together with your ex, Diego, which would cure your lonesome and depressive state. But she doesn’t seem to understand that Diego was a right foul prick that didn’t deserve you even in your worst, drunken state. To say that to her was like saying the sky isn’t blue. She adored the bastard to death and would never let you forget your ‘mistake’ of breaking up with him, she clearly liked him more than she liked you.

However, no matter how bad things appeared to be, there was one good thing the universe granted you, and that was your best friend, Erik. He was your knight in shining armor without him actually knowing it. Oh god, you loved him with all your heart — even when he was hundreds of miles away in California while you were busting your balls in New York. He was incredibly handsome and passionate and smart and so, so, kind. You could ramble on and on about him for days which you used to do to your friends. But you knew Erik only saw you as a friend, it was apparent in his behavior, especially when he noted all the girls he brings home on a weekly basis. It was heartbreaking, but there was nothing to be done about it because you would rather have him as a best friend than nothing at all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The insistent knocking was heard from your door which made you groan. You were attempting to clean up on your only free weekend which annoyed you since you hated cleaning and this was the third interruption since you began an hour again.

“I’m coming!” You yelled, wiping your forehead on your shirt before walking toward the door, every step causing more irritation to rise up within you. The knocking continued and you really wanted to punch whoever was behind that door because they were pissing you off. “I swear to god if you don’t fucking stop —” You cut yourself off as you swung the door open.

And there he was, in all his sexy glory, was Erik with the biggest grin you had ever seen. You all but screamed, throwing yourself towards him, causing him to wrap his big, muscular arms around your curves. He picked you up from the floor making you squeal in happiness.

“Erik! You didn’t tell me you were visiting!”

He releases you from his hold, placing you on the floor before rolling in a small luggage into the main area of your apartment. “I decided to use my vacation days to come visit my favorite girl.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and looks around. “Whoa, this place is looking like a train wreck. Did you have some wild party last night?”

Despite his teasing tone, your eyes couldn’t help tearing. He was totally right. Your apartment was an absolute mess. Dishes piled up in the sink, overflowing onto the dirty countertops. The floor was no exception, red solo cups littered the wooden panels with chip bags and boxes of microwaveable foods mingling with it. It was an atrocious sight, making you feel dirty and overwhelmingly frustrated at your lack of control over your own life.

Without a word you broke down crying falling to your knees as you released all your pent-up frustration and anxiety that has built up for months. Sobs wracked your body leaving you to shudder and slowly lose your breath.

Erik kneels beside you, speechless and dumbfounded over your sudden mood swing. He silently holds your, allowing you to bury your face into his chest and cry your heart out.

He feels utterly terrible, his heartbreaking at each moan of sadness that emits from your naturally plump lips. If there was one thing he hated most in the world — besides his ‘family’ back home — was you crying. So he just cradled you in his arms, whispering comforting words until you calmed down enough to speak to him, to let him know who he has to beat the shit out of for hurting you. 

“Baby girl,” Erik whispers, his velvet voice instantly sending calming waves of serenity into your brain, soothing your anxiety. You sniffle a few times before removing your head from his chest in order to look at him.

Holy shit.

Were the first words that Erik thought because, holy shit, were you fucking beautiful. It hit him like a ton of bricks, your gorgeous self was hiding away from himself for all these years. The glisten of unshed tears only bolded the amber lines in your chocolate eyes, streaks of fallen salty liquid accentuated the small acne marks on your cheek, and the quiver of your lips made it all more enticing to kiss.

All these years Erik had been keeping himself from ever seeing you more than a friend because he felt like he didn’t deserve you. You put up with him for so long, for a decade, and yet, out of all his friends, you stayed. Through all the physical fights, emotional breakdowns, happy moments, and everything in between, you stayed. All his other girlfriends didn’t work out because there was a sense of him comparing them to you. They didn’t fill the criteria of even matching all your amazing assets.

Erik didn’t realize it then, but he sure as hell did now.

“I love you.” His voice was low, breathy and feathery, vulnerability lacing those three words.

Your eyes widen, darting across his face to witness some sort of detection of lying, but no, all you saw was adoration, his brown eyes gazing deeply into your own.

"Erik," You murmur, matching his own pitch in order to keep the moment intact. A sudden warmth spreading through your chest that completes engulfs you in a blanket of radiance. However, you don't want to get your hopes up. "You don't mean —"

"I love you," Erik said with conviction, bringing you closer to him before he planted a gentle yet tentative kiss on your lips. He might not have noticed it then, but he knew it now. He loved you and would continue cherishing you throughout all the good and the bad — just like how you had done with him.

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

word count: 1,278 published: feb 18, 2018 edited: n/a

[starkerized]

hey everyone! I'm looking for some long-term rp partners who are 18+, write on discord, communicative, and excited to write/plot/scream internally over these characters. mainly seeking canons but am also happy to double up and write ccxoc as any of the muses listed below. mxm, fxf, and mxf, are all good with me. see below for more info & if you're interested in writing, like this post and I'll reach out!

I write at least 2-3 paragraphs per reply and prefer partners who match (or exceed!) length. I love to delve into characters' heads/emotions and describe those in detail - development and relationships always come first imo. however, I also love writing smut and weaving it into the plot or doing a pwp here and there.

I consider myself pretty laid-back and understand life comes first - happy to wait for replies but also appreciate partners who let me know ooc if something comes up and they can't respond for awhile (and will do the same on my end). I typically respond at least once a day in the evenings (eastern timezone), sometimes more sometimes less, as I work a busy 9-5.

my main fandoms are marvel, atla, and asoiaf, though I'd also be interested in writing muses from the boys, stranger things, pacific rim, danny phantom, and riordanverse (mainly pjo since that's what I'm most familiar with).

my ships are below (bold characters are ones I'd prefer to write but am honestly flexible):

steve rogers x tony stark (marvel)

steve rogers x bucky barnes (marvel)

peter parker x mj watson (marvel)

peter parker x gwen stacy (marvel)

thor x loki (marvel)

charles xavier x erik lehnsherr (marvel)

moon knight boys (marc, steven, jake) x layla (marvel)

eddie brock x anyone tbh (marvel)

matt murdock x anyone tbh (marvel)

katara x zuko (atla)

aang x katara (atla)

azula x ty lee (atla)

sansa stark x daenerys targaryen (asoiaf)

rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen (asoiaf)

jon snow x daenerys targaryen (asoiaf)

hughie x butcher (the boys)

hughie x starlight (the boys)

starlight x homelander (the boys)

nancy wheeler x robin buckley (stranger things)

steve harrington x nancy wheeler (stranger things)

raleigh becket x mako mori (pacific rim)

danny fenton x sam manson (danny phantom)

percy jackson x annabeth chase (riordanverse)

aaaaand here are some of my favorite tropes, but I'm down to explore others ofc:

enemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

unresolved sexual tension/pining/slow burn (!!!!!)

any form of angst tbh

au where one (or both) is a villain

kidnapping/stockholm syndrome

college/university au

secret identities

post-apocalyptic au

redemption arcs

dom/sub undertones (or overtones)

small town life

fluff or slice of life

hurt/comfort

omegaverse

fake marriage

experienced/inexperienced

if you're interested in writing, like this post and I'll reach out!

[galatially]

❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fingering (f receiving)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — just for tonight, let me be someone else. someone larger than life and impervious to pain like the pain he gave me; what's a few drinks and a chance encounter with a familiar stranger to a heartbroken girl?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.3K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

The bass thrummed through your veins.

Tequila and whiskey emboldened you as you swayed your hips in time to the beat, your hands high above your head. You felt the stares from the men and women around you, basking in them. 

Tonight, you transcended. 

Beneath the red and blue lights, you were a different person. You weren't the girl that found her boyfriend screwing another girl on your living room couch. You weren’t heartbroken and you weren’t angry. No, in the heart of the dance floor, curls wild and free, Y/N Y/L/N was invincible. 

An ethereal being amongst humans. 

You felt a presence behind you, hands finding yours hips. Warm air tickled the shell of your ear. “What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ dancin’ alone?”

A breathy giggle bubbled from your lips, one of your hands reaching behind to cup a broad shoulder. “I’m not ‘lone. You’re here.” You ground your ass against the front of his jeans, the skirt of your skintight dress cresting above your hips. His cologne made your head spin and your belly flip. 

His teeth caught your earlobe. “Keep grindin’ like that and I’ll take you right here. People be damned.”

The warning sent a delicious shudder up your spine. “Promise?”

His chuckle rumbled low in his chest, reverberating against your back. Lips trailed the curve of your neck and hands held you firm against the growing tent nestled between your barely covered ass. “That turn you on, baby girl?” Teeth nipped at your sensitive skin. “You want me to fuck you in front of all of these people? Ruin this pretty pussy?” 

A thick digit wedged between your thighs, playing at the soaked thong clinging to your lower lips. A strained groan left his mouth. 

“You’re soaked, baby. That all for me?”

Your breath caught. When the last time someone turned you on like this? Had anyone ever turned you on like this? You bucked your hips back against his hand, soft mewls tumbling from your plump lips. 

“Want me to fuck you with my fingers, pretty girl?” He pushed the fabric to the side and pushed three digits into your sopping cunt. The strangled moan lodged in your throat was guttural, almost pained. He wrapped his free arm around your front and held you firm against his chest. “Be cool, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole club knowin’ I’m knuckles deep inside you.”

You tucked her bottom lip between your teeth and gave a weak nod. Your skin was on fire and you could feel your nipples stiffen. “Fuck.”

He worked you slow, his thrusts slow and tortuous, stretching you out deliciously. Your first orgasm slammed into you and made your knees buckle. 

You put a hand against his chest. “Wait, wait. We need to stop.”

“You sure?” He removed his fingers, leaving you hollow. “We could take this somewhere private, if you want.”

The invitation was tempting. Damn near irresistible, even. You could be this girl for tonight and in the morning, you’d turn back into a pumpkin. No longer the enigmatic princess in the wild, but the pauper that had to figure who she was again. 

Who were you now that everything you knew was a lie?

You turned to face your sexy stranger, your features canting into confusion. 

“Erik?”

His brown eyes widened. “Y/N?”

Even through post-orgasm hazy eyes, Erik Stevens looked like a god, as if deities bore him from sculpted clay. You went to the same university, shared some Gen Ed classes your freshman and sophomore year. Sometimes you even struck up conversations about classes. His reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type far preceded him, but, at least with you, he was smart and sweet and funny.

Besides, you were already spoken for at the time. But it didn’t mean that you never noticed him.

Your face warmed and canted into a frown. “Fuck.” You pulled down the hem of your dress and pulled a fallen strap back up your shoulder before turning on your heel. If you weren’t sober before, you sure as hell were now.

“Y/N! Wait!”

You cut through the crowd, quickly dodging curious drunken glances as you hurried to the bar. You put a hand up to signal to the bartender, Scott.

He tipped his chin and leaned over the edge of the bar, yelling over the booming bass. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Can you cash me out and grab my stuff for me?”

Scott gave you a thumbs up and disappeared to the other end of the bar. Before you could look over your shoulder for Erik’s tall frame, the bartender reappeared, your items in tow. 

You slammed down a few notes and threw him a two finger salute.

“Whoa, whoa, Y/N! Everything okay?”

You hoped the smile you gave was convincing enough as you hurried out of the club. The cool breeze kissed your cheeks, carrying the loose curls framing your face in its wake. Tears burned in your eyes, your chest heaving painfully. “Fuck!”

Of course. 

Of fucking course!

Of all the people you could’ve rebounded with, it just had to be Erik, one of your ex’s friends.

Your mind raced with questions: did he know the girl Theo was with? Was she around when you weren’t, draped over his lap while he hung out with his boys?

Were you really the last person to know?

You pulled out your phone and started requesting an Uber.

NOTIFICATION: Your driver, Amelia, will be arriving at 1:45 AM

“Y/N!”

You held in a groan, not sparing him a glance as you spoke. “Nope. We’re not doing this.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend nothin’ happened in there?” His hand curled around your bicep. “Look at me.”

You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned to face him. The quick movement made your world tilt and your legs buckled. Where you expected to be intimately introduced with the asphalt, you felt a warm mass against your shoulder. You took in a deep breath and looked to Erik, your face warm. “Thank you.”

He nodded and helped steady you. “You gon’ stop runnin’ now?”

“Erik, we can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you deadpanned. “Theo’s your friend.”

Erik tightened his jaw. 

You crossed your arms and turned away from him. “Just forget what happened. Please.”

“Can I wait with you until your ride gets here, at least?”

You lifted a shoulder and kept your gaze on the street. You anxiously glanced down at your smartwatch for notifications, debating whether you should’ve called your friends to come get you instead. 

“I’m not his friend.”

You blinked and turned to him, startled by the sudden conversation. “What?”

“Theo,” Erik clarified, “I’m not his friend. More like a friend of one of his other friends.”

You looked over at him. “Why are you telling me this?”’

“Because you’re actin’ like I knew what he was doin’.”

NOTIFICATION:Your driver, Amelia, is pulling up now. You will have five minutes before Uber charges you a waiting fee

“I don’t care if you did or didn’t know about Theo cheating on me, Erik. I don’t care if y’all are friends. The fact that we almost — ” You blew out a breath. “You’re an adult, Erik. We both are. So whatever we do or don’t do shouldn’t concern the other.”

“I’m just sayin’ that — ” 

A black Sedan pulled up in front of the both of you, cutting off his words. 

You glanced at Erik over your shoulder. “Thanks for hanging back with me.”

He nodded, a tight smile on his lips. “Get home safe, yeah?” 

You nodded and ducked into the back driver’s side seat. As the driver pulled off from the curb, you stole one last glance of Erik standing on the sidewalk. 

“He a friend of yours, ma’am?”

“No. Just someone that I know.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — to date, the beginning of this fic is the most out of pocket i've ever been and i'm proud of that lol

[shyblackgurl]

I’m so excited about this series. This popped up in my recommended and baby is it worth the read. I’m rooting for this secret love affair but i know better. Lol

Add me to your tag list for this story boo @clearlydiamondz

The Game

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader 

Part Four

P.1 | P.2 | P.3 

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warnings: SMUT! Strong language, 

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For the past couple of days, (Y/N) has been catching up on everything that she needed. Tonight was a huge back to school event on the football field and a huge after party. 

The majorette team were on for a performance tonight, so (Y/N) woke up earlier than usual so that she could get everything that she needed done today. She ran some last minute errands before she came back to the house.

She sat at her makeup table, doing her hair before her phone started to vibrate. She picked it up seeing it was an incoming facetime call from Erik. She clicked the green button then placed her phone against her makeup brush organizer. It connected and his popped up on the screen. He was laying in bed with his hand behind his head and his bicep flexed in the camera. He looked like he was just waking up. 

“Wassup mamas.” his voice was definitely raspier and deeper. And his voice was already deep and raspy. It immediately made an aching sensation in her lower abdomen. 

“Hi, what’s up?” she asked looking into the mirror putting her curlers in her hair. 

“Nothin much, just waking up.” he said. She looked at the time before saying,

“It’s 12:30. Shouldn’t you be up?” she teased him as he smacked his teeth at her. 

“Actually I woke up at seven and went to the gym. Came home, took a shower, ate some breakfast and took an hour nap.” he said. She let out a mhmm before he chuckled. “What have you been doing?” he said emphasizing on the you. 

“Well I had a debate team meeting at 10:45 this morning, I went for a jog at like 9 o’clock. Now I’m home, doing my hair for my performance tonight.” she told him. He nodded his head before sitting up. 

“Oh yeah. I want you to come over to my house and get ready over here. I wanna see you before the rally and have you here after the party. I want to spend some time with you.” he said walking into his bathroom. 

“The party ends at like one in the morning. I wouldn’t wanna go to your house then back to mine.” she said. She noticed she was on mute not hearing any of the background noises. Finally she heard it and water running. 

“My bad, I was using the bathroom. But yeah, I want you to stay the night.” he said washing his hands. She was thrown off by the statement emotions running through her head. She was nervous, excited, scared, and overall happy that he wanted to spend time with her. 

“Sure, no problem.” she said before turning around. “I have to pack a lot of stuff though, for my performance and stuff.” she warned him looking behind her at the mess on the bed. 

“Okay, make sure you pack enough clothes..” he reminded her. 

“When do you want me to come?” she asked him before continuing her hair. He grabbed his toothbrush placing the toothpaste on it. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Right now.” he said honestly. She smiled at the eagerness. 

“Well, I’ll finish doing my hair then I’ll head over there. Just send me your address.” she told him. He picked up his phone, sending it to her. 

“How long till you come?” he asked her as she looked at her apple watch. 

“Maybe.. an hour?” she estimated. She wanted to go right that instant but her hair wasn’t done and she didn’t want to do it over at his house.  

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting on you.”

- - - - - - - - - -

She pulled up to his apartment building, before texting him that she was outside. She stepped out walking to the trunk to grab what she could. He came down the steps before walking to the trunk smiling at her. “Finally.” he smirked at her before kissing her on the lips. It caught her off guard but she leaned into it. She broke away before he looked at the trunk. 

“Damn, you was not playin when you said you’re bringing a lot of stuff.” he laughed. 

“I warned you.” she reminded him closing the trunk after they grabbed the things she bought. She followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He opened it, and the smell of his apartment hit her like a ton of bricks. It smelled just like him. It was black and red theme, it matching his personality to a T. 

“My room is back here.” he said leading her pass the kitchen and to his room. He opened the door, the king size bed had a black headboard and footboard. It had red sheets and a black comforter that was made. 

He placed her stuff in the corner of the room before she followed the same. He looked her up and down as he drunk her in. She had on a grey skin tight romper, with her scarf and bonnet on her head. She had on a pair red fluffy slides. He has never seen her dressed down in person, and deemed it as his favorite look on her. 

As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to him. 

“Mmm, you smell good.” he whispered with his head snuggled into the crook of her neck. She hugged him back, standing on her tippy toes. She pulled away, but he grabbed her chin kissing her. The kiss was sweet but he showed his dominance in it. She pulled away when she heard her phone ring. She looked at it and saw that it was an incoming call from Travis. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the red button before looking up at him. 

“You’ve talked to Travis?” he asked her, she shook her head. 

“I don’t have nothing to say to him.” she nonchalantly said sitting on his bed. He leaned against the dresser putting his arms over his chest looking at her. 

“Hmm, interesting. I guess this is a perfect time then to tell you that he also tried calling me last night.” he told her. 

“You talked to him?” 

“I didn’t need to. I already know what he wanted. To apologize and or to convince me to talk to you about talking to him. It’s dumb as hell and I’m not entertaining him with that shit.” he said laying back on the bed. She looked at him laying  in the bed, with his back placed on the headboard. 

“So much has happened and school hasn’t even started yet.” she groaned rubbing her temples in annoyance. 

“Hmm, I guess it has.” he smiled at her. She knew exactly what he was talking about just by the look on her face. “Speaking of us, I told you I wanted to spend time with you so why are you down there?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. She blushed while giggling as she crawled up the bed as he placed her on his lap. He rubbed on her butt, gripping it then rubbing it. 

She closed her eyes in pleasure, trying not to moan but a tiny noise escaped. She opened her eyes to see him smirking at her. “It’s okay if you like it.” he boosted her. Something happened within her that had her aching. Whether it was just because she was sitting directly on his dick, him being shirtless, the way he was talking and touching on her, or all of it but she was craving his touch. Badly. Her hands touched up his abs, and up to his chest before she leaned and kissed him. 

This time around, it was her being the dominant one in the kiss. She used her hands to trace up his neck squeezing it before letting him go. She broke the kiss before she sat back up. Before she could say anything, Erik grabbed her and kissed her. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her on her back and getting between her legs. He kissed her, grabbing her leg and lifting it as he grinded himself against her. He pulled away, leaving kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she moaned. He loved the way her moans made him feel. He knew that she felt good, obviously, but everything seemed like it was coming off so natural for the two and he liked that.

He pulled away staring at her in the eyes, seeing if he could see any doubt in her eyes, but all he saw was adoration and lust. “You sure you want this? Once I start, I’m not gonna wanna stop.” he warned her. Her hands found their way to the band of his basketball shorts. She looked down and could see him growing, it occasionally bouncing against her core. She leaned up kissing him, trailing down and rubbing his dick. He grunted in the kiss as she let him go. He grabbed the strings of her shoulder pulling it down. Her chest was exposed, as he broke the kiss. He pulled them off of her, seeing her pink underwear that sat nice and fat. He kissed up her down her calf, on the side of her knee and stopped there. 

He saw the wet spot on her panties before rubbing her clit in slow motions. She moaned biting her lip looking at him. “Sexy ass…” he whispered, continuing the motions. “Pussy so wet for me..” he pulled her panties to the side, her pussy looking fatter than before, her clit swollen when a throb. His middle finger went between her folds. She slightly started to grind against his finger. 

“Fuck.. Erik. Please.” she moaned throwing her head back. He smirked at her desperateness, seeing her whine her hips harder. 

“You gonna let me eat this pussy?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, staring at his every move. He laid on his stomach between her legs before he placed kissed up her thought and around her core. It made her wetter, he could smell the arousal dripping off of her. 

“Yes please.” she begged him. She looked so innocent asking him to devour her. 

She heard about his sex stories and how good he was in bed. But this was the complete opposite of what she heard. He was so soft and gentle with her, like she was made out of glass. 

He flattened his tongue against her, licking upwards towards her clit, licking around the bud. He was teasing her for sure, just to see how wet he could get her. He placed more pressure around her clit, every once in a while letting his tongue hit the bud force on. 

She knew he could do better then that, just by his teasing. “Stevens I know you can do better than that.” she whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, in a challenging way. He didn’t even attempt to argue with her, he was going to show her. 

His lips wrapped around her clit as he inserted two fingers in her. He sucked on the bud as more wetness produced dripping down his chin. He removed his finger, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth letting his fingers inside her mouth. She closed her lips sucking on it as his tongue entered her pussy. He tasted her moaning at her taste.

He ate her like he didn’t have a taste of pussy in years. For the next couple of minutes, he ate her without saying a word. She was speechless, she never was eaten out like this before. It was like he was trying to suck her soul straight from her. 

“Erik.. shit!” she moaned finally, her juices starting to leak from her. 

“Fuck mamas, why your so sweet, huh?” he asked her rubbing her clit as she moaned at the over sensitivity. He replaced his hand with his lips, sucking on the clit again. She placed her hands on his forehead attempting to push him away. 

“W-Wait I-” she was cut off by him inserting fingers in her and pulling his lips away from her. 

“Nah, I told you once I start I don’t wanna stop.” he smirked before attacking her clit again with his fingers still going at it with her g-spot. She opened her mouth but not a noise or a word came out. Her eyes fell back into her head as her toes dug into the blankets with her grabbing it. 

Unknowingly, she whined her hips against his lips. He looked at her, seeing how lost she was in her pleasure. His dick was already painfully hard but seeing her chase her climax had him grinding his own hips against the bed for some type of relieving. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” she chanted before she squirted all on his face and his sheets. For sure he thought he was finished, but the smirk she saw made him realize that it was far from reality. He flattened his tongue again, licking up to where her clit was and circling her clit with his tongue, playing with it. 

He pulled away finally letting her get rest before smiling at her, chin and around his lips were covered in her cum. “And to think… I thought you were innocent. Look at this mess you made.” he said, giving her vulva a tiny little slap. 

She jumped a bit, licking her bottom lip as she grabbed him by the back of his head to kiss him. He got from between her legs, going to his night stand and grabbing the unopened box of condoms. He grabbed on before turning around and seeing her touch herself. 

“Fuck.” he grunted pulling his pants down, freeing his hard-on before moaning rubbing against it. “Freaky ass… over here playing with this wet ass pussy. You want this dick don’t you?” she nodded eagerly. 

When she saw him, she immediately wanted to suck his dick. It was just that gorgeous. A good 10 inches with a nice curve to it. Tip seeping his arousal so much that it dripped on the floor like a dripping faucet. She licked her bottom lip wanting more then just to taste it. 

He ripped the condom open, rubbing his dick before he placed it on his dick. He grabbed her ankle pulling her to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his dick between her folds teasing her. “Please… I need you inside of me.” she whimpered grinding against nothing. That’s how much she wanted some type of attention. 

“Seems like you haven’t had some dick in a minute.” he said rubbing his tip on her clit. She hated yet loved the teasing. With every touch he does, including this one, he made it feel like it was twenty times more powerful. “Isn’t that right? You haven’t had somebody treat your body like this.” she shook her head. 

It was true. She hasn’t really met anyone who gives her a run for her money. One thing for certain, she had a feeling that he was the one that was going to match her energy. 

“Don’t worry about none of that anymore, I got you.” Before she could even regain herself, she felt his tip at her entrance slowly pushing it. As soon as he was in there, he stayed still staring down at where they were connected at.

He didn’t know she had it like this. He let out a shaky breath before slowly pulling away, but she was tugging him. “Fuck…” he grunted, pushing back in as she gasped. 

“Damn..” she whispered, feeling him stretch her wider. “Your dick is so big…” she moaned rubbing her clit, getting her wetter than before. She felt like she was on cloud ten. There was a pressure every time he pulled back, that most likely was gonna make her squirt again at any moment.. 

“Good ass pussy. This my shit? Huh, tell me this mine.” he leaned down, kissing her jaw and the side of her neck. “Tell me.” he grunted. 

“This pussy is yours.” she whispered in her ear. That’s when she decided to flip the tables on him. She grabbed his face, as he fucked her with a rhythm.

“You like the way my pussy feels daddy?” she moaned looking him in the eye. “I love the way your big dick feels. Fucking me like this? I’m gonna cum all over you…” she moaned. He pulled away, stepping back as they both stared at each other. She stood up from the bed walking grabbing him, turning them around and pushing him on the bed. He moved back to the middle of the bed as she followed him, getting on top of his lap. She grabbed his dick from underneath her and placing it at her entrance as she sat down directly on it. 

He closed his eyes with his mouth wide open, the position letting him get a deep feel from her. She got on her tippy toes, put here hand on his shoulder and got to work. 

She slowly moved up and down, his hand on her ass gripping it to the point his fingernails were digging in her skin. “Good girl.. daddy didn’t even have to tell you to come ride his dick. You’re a slut..” he smirked at her as she moved faster. The smirk slowly falling from his face, feeling her wetness drip down to his sack. 

“I’m your slut daddy..” she told him before grabbing his face and kissing him. Still on her tippy toes, she removed her hand from his shoulder and started to bounce faster with her ass shaking. The recoil of her ass hitting against his thighs was so much, that he could see it from the front where the thighs and ass met.

“Yeahhh bounce that ass on this dick.” he grunted placing his hands behind him and leaning back, watching her work herself. Her hands were on her knees, her feet flat on the bed as she twerked on his dick. 

He was so astonished by the way she was working him. She looked so innocent now and even in the past. But what he was seeing was a different switch. There was nothing innocent about her right now. She was riding dick like she was a professional. 

“I’m about to cum..” she whispered, getting back on her knees feeling weak from her near climax, but he stopped her. He fucked upward as she screamed at the sudden movement . “Erik!” she squirted all over him again.

“Thaaats it. Give me that nut. Look so beautiful cumming on my dick like this.” he whispered to her. His back hit the mattress, as he leaned up reaching for her neck and tightening his grip around her. She put her hands on top of his as he continued to fuck into her like it was nothing. She was getting closer to her orgasm. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated feeling himself about to cum. She leaned down, licking and sucking his sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum? Cum daddy.” she whispered in his ear. At the pace he was going, she came again with him following right behind her. 

“Damn…” he groaned as she pulled herself off of him. He took the condom of while she fell beside him as he turned over, grabbing her face and kissing her. She kissed him back, about to get on top of him again but she stopped herself because she knew they would go at it again. 

She pulled away before touching a wet spot on the bed before cringing. “My bad about the bed. I should’ve told you I do that.” she said standing up. “I can wash it for you.” she rambled as he chuckled. 

“As much as I’d love for you to walk around my place like this, I got it. I’ll run you a shower.” he sat up, grabbing his pants and slipping them on. “I know you need some rest for tonight.” he said kissing her lips. 

- - - - - - - - - -

A couple hours later, she woke up to find the bed empty. She looked at the time and saw that it was three. She only had two hours until she needed to be in the lockers before they had a last rehearsal. 

She walked out into the kitchen to see him eating out of a Chinese container with chopsticks. “You know how to eat with chop sticks?” she asked him. He looked up putting the chop sticks down before reaching into the big brown bag. 

“Yup. I wanted to learn it when I started watching anime.” he said grabbing two things of the Chinese carts. He handed it to her as she sat next to him. “I got you shrimp fried rice and general tai chicken.” he said handing it to her. She smiled at the food before he handed her the chop sticks. She looked at them before looking at him and saying, 

“I don’t know how to use them. Teach me?” she said. She was lying. She just wanted a reason to touch him. He chuckled before grabbing her hand and showing her what to do with it. She started to eat before she looked at him. 

“You like watching anime?” she asked him as he nodded. 

“Ever since I can remember.” he said drinking from his water bottle. 

“I would have never guessed that.” she said, astonished. This man just keeps getting better and better. 

“Because I don’t walk around here looking like Urkle?” he asked her, making her giggle. 

“No. It’s not that. It’s just.. I’ve never heard you mentioned it.” she shrugged her shoulders. “If I would’ve known, I would’ve invited you over to my house so we could watch together.” she said taking a bit of her chicken. Now it was his turn to be shocked. 

“You watch it?” he asked her, she nodded. 

“Yup. Now you seem surprised.” she said noticing the shocked expression on his face. 

“I mean, you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever talked to who watches it. Everyone else was like, it’s boring or it’s lame.” he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favorite show?” she asked him. 

“Jujutsu Kaisen.” he said immediately. Her eyes perked up by the name. 

“Oh my god yes. Sukuna is so damn fine-” she stopped herself when he was glaring at her with his tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “Ah don’t give me that look. It’s not like he’s real. I wish though.” she mumbled the last part, he pinched the side of her stomach. She winced. 

“Ouch.” she said rubbing it. He stood up cleaning up his mess. 

“What time do you need to be there?” he asked her. She looked at her apple watch before saying, 

“Around five. Get there, get ready to perform.” she said standing up before cleaning her belongings. “I’m so excited, it’s been a minute since I’ve performed.” she said, the excited evident on her face. She walked around the counter, walking into the kitchen where he was. 

“I can tell, I can’t wait to see you dance.” he said grabbing the dish rag and putting soap on it to wash the dishes he had in the sink. He noticed the look of confusion cover her excitement, instantly curious. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to come to it. I mean, I’ve never seen you come to the games. Even with Travis, you didn’t go. And the only reason I noticed is because everyone who hangs with us goes, excepts you.” she said in a matter of fact tone. 

“I guess I can say the same for you with the after parties.” he smirked at her. “But, you’re my ole’ lady now. I wanna support you.” she couldn’t help but blush at that statement, and the fact that he called her his ole’ lady. 

“Thank you.. It means a lot.” she said to him. After she said that, she went silent deep in her own thoughts. He saw how blacked out she was before saying, 

“Something on your mind?” 

“I was just thinking. Nothing to worry about.” she reassured him. 

- - - - - - - - - -

She stepped outside of the locker room to make a call so she could hear. She listened to the sound of the ringing before the phone answered. “Hello? Mom?” she heard on the other end. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” she heard on the other end. 

“I’m okay. Just getting ready for my first performance of the year.” she said excitedly. 

“Mm, oh.” she said. 

“Yeah.” It was silent before she spoke again. “So um, I’ve met someone. His name is Erik.” she said excitedly. 

“I don’t know why you’re dating. You spent all that money to go to that college and wanna be distracted by a boy.” her mother started, making her roll her eyes. 

“Mom, I’m doing just fine between my school and extra stuff. I know how to keep manage of those things.” she admitted. “And I didn’t pay a lot.” she mumbled the last part. 

“Mhm, so how are you suppose to manage a relationship if your main focus is school and dancing?” she asked her. 

“Erik and I still have our moments with each other. Like I’ve said, I know how to manage and balance things.” (Y/N) responded as her mom scoffed. 

“Mhm.. well we’ll see how this goes.” her mom trailed off. (Y/N) closed her eyes before changing the subject. 

“So how is Cyrus and CJ?” she asked worried about her step brother and step father. 

“Well your dad is working on another car in the garage. Cyrus is downstairs playing his game. I need to send him to the bank to get himself some cash.” she said, sounding like she was moving around. 

“Oh.. he doesn’t have a job yet?” she asked him. 

“He did. He was working at the gas station on 18th street, but they fired him. They accused him of stealing out the cash.” (Y/N) knew not to question it considering that she knew her mom was going to argue her down. This was a repeating factor with her step brother. He lived at home with her parents, didn’t have a job currently, and just stayed at home playing video games all day. 

“What I was actually calling about, I wanted you and Cyrus to come up here one day. Meet Erik, show you around Houston, even catch one of my performances. You guys stay in the house and you need a vacation.” she said as her mom sighed. 

“That’s not an option. With how tight money is and-”

“I’ll pay for it if money is an issue.” she offered. 

“No no. It’s not only that. I know for a fact that you wouldn’t want CJ to come and no one would be home to-”

“Mom. CJ is a 32 year old grown ass man. He is capable of watching himself.” she reasoned with her. “Know what, this isn’t even about him. If you don’t want to come, just say that. Don’t make excuses.”

“Now wait a damn minute I have never said I don’t wanna see you. I don’t know where you-”

“Mom your words speak louder than your actions. I have asked you a total of 34 times to come down here and you have came up with 34 different excuses. It doesn’t even matter. I won’t bother you no more.” Before her mother could say anything, she hang the phone up. She turned around and saw Omariana standing there with her arms crossed. 

“No luck?”

“Gosh it’s like she treats him more like her child than she does me.” she scoffed walking back into the locker room, with Omariana following right behind her. 

“Don’t worry about her, I know it’s your mother and all but she doesn’t deserve your effort. You are about to graduate and be something of this world. If she wants to claim that piece of shit as her child and not you that’s her lost. Not yours, you hear me?” Omariana stopped her, getting in front of her. She smiled at her. “And plus, everyone else will be in the bleachers cheering you on. 

“Yeah.. Stevens said he was coming to see me.” she said with a smile on her face. Omariana raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk. 

“Gonna tell me what happened? Getting Erik to come to a game is like trying to get an atheist to a church.” she chuckled. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” she joked before walking further into the locker room. 

“Oh no, not you being grown.”

About an hour and a half later, the ladies were out on the field. Her eyes scanned the bleachers as the crowd cheered them on. Her eyes landed on Erik who was sitting next to Jakeen, Kobe and Ty. He winked at her, making her blush. As her eyes started to scan again when she landed on a familiar face. It was Travis who was looking directly into her soul. He was sitting around a couple of people that he knew, maybe from the football team.

He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her before she looked back at Erik. 

Erik noticed her face change. He assumed it was the nerves eating her up but she looked excited a moment ago. 

The music started to play as they started the dance routine. Out of all the girls on the field, his main focus was on her. Dancing was added right on the list with the things that turned him on about her. One thing he took in noticed was how flexible she was. He took a mental note of that, it could come in handy later, he thought. 

After the event, Kia, Brandy, Omariana and (Y/N) walked to the parking lot in their track suits. Everyone was standing at their cars waiting for the girls to come.

‘You guys did good.” Kobe said hugging them as they hugged him back. 

“Thank you. I was so nervous.” Brandy said, as the other girls agreed with her. 

“So who’s house are we meeting at to leave for the party?” Kia asked throwing her bag in the back seat of Kobe’s car. 

“We can meet at mine.” Erik said shrugging his shoulders. “Just give me a couple of hours to clean up and stuff. It doesn’t start till like what?” he asked looking at Jakeen.

“At 10. That’s what I heard at least.” 

“Alright, well I’m finna head out.” Kobe said walking over to his car. “(Y/N)? You need me to walk you to the car?” he said as everyone poured into his car that was riding with him. 

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll walk her.” Erik told him as he nodded. Kia, Brandy and Kobe got into the car and left. Now it was just Erik, her, Jakeen and Ty. 

“We should head out too. I wanna take a nap before the party.” Jakeen said unlocking his car door. “You gonna bail on us (Y/N)?” he teased her. She chuckled then shook her head. 

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be in attendance.” she said as he smiled at her. The two of them got into the car, leaving only leaving the two. 

“Lemme walk you to your car.” he grabbed her hand as she looked down at it.

“You’re very bold.” she stated, but didn’t let it go. “We’re suppose to be keeping us a secret.” she reminded him. 

“Right right. But what are the chances of someone seeing us, in a parking lot, filled with cars.” he asked her. 

“That said parking lot is filled with other people too.” she included, making him playfully roll his eyes. “My car is over there.” she said pointing towards her car, seeing her red Malibu in the a couple of spaces down.  

“I know but I have something in my car to give you.” he unlocked his car door reaching over his passenger seat. He grabbed her a banquet of flowers giving it to her.

She gasped grabbing the banquet of white and red roses. “They’re beautiful.” she said hugging him as he hugged her back. “Thank you.” 

“It’s just something small. Nothing too much. I be seeing how after recitals and shit they give flowers so I thought-”

“I love it Stevens. Thank you.” she smiled at him. She looked to make sure that no one was starring before she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. She pulled away smiling at him, the same goofy smile on his face. 

“Thank God you’re coming home with me.” he said. 

“Plus, on top of that I done found out your little special talent.” 

- - - - - - - - -

Travis jaw clenched as he looked outside his wind shelf seeing the two of them kiss. Something told him to let it go, she was never going to see him like that again. But on the other hand, there was something else in him telling that there still had to be some feelings for her. 

Travis stepped out off the car after seeing her drive off. Erik was about to step in his but Travis called out for him, 

“Erik!” Erik recognized the voice, slowly turning around. 

“Bruh, I thought yo dumb ass would’ve got the hint when I was ignoring you.” he snapped keeping the door open. 

“I’m not trying to talk to you, I’m trying to reason with (Y/N).” he told him making Erik let out a sarcastic laugh. Even though he found this hilarious, for (Y/N) sakes this was just crazy. 

“And what makes you think she wanna talk to you?” he asked tilting her head to the side. “Nigga did you forget what you told me told me when you found out she had feelings for you?” he chuckled walking closer to him. “Something along the lines of.. I can’t fuck with shorty. She not my type. Now, what makes her your type?” 

“I-” he stopped himself not knowing what else to say.

“You what?” Erik asked waiting for him to answer. All Travis did was look to the side with his jaw clenched. “Exactly. Now you wanna walk around like I did something to you nigga? You’re not talking to her.” Erik snapped. Travis turned around, offended by the statement. 

“You can’t make her stop talking to her friend nigga. Mind you I was here before you.” Erik busted out laughing grabbing his chest. 

“Nigga that shit don’t matter who was here first.” Erik said then walked closer. “Lemme explain something to you pussy ass nigga, I’m here now. And she’s mine. You’re not going no where round her, especially since now you gotta lil crush on her. So that means stop blowing her phone up, stop pulling her to the side to say what you gotta say, quit it. Because the next time I find out you contacted her, Ima beat yo ass and Ima make everybody watch just to show how much of a pussy ass nigga you really are.” he snapped at him. 

“Nigga ain’t no body scared of yo ass.” Travis snapped. 

“Okay. Gone head and try to talk to her nigga. See what happens.”

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Lmao wait a min this Doechii got me excited now I gotta finish the Erik Stevens fic

Friend You Can Keep Pt. 1 ⬅️

[yerrrabitch]

A Ride Home

Y/N - Your Name

Y/B/N - Your Boyfriend’s Name

Y/UNI/N - Your University Name

Y/M - Your Major

C/Y - Current Year

It was a normal night. Well as normal as it could be. You and your boyfriend had a fight earlier in the car because your shirt hung “too low”. It wasn’t your fault that your breast spilled out of your shirt the way they did. However, Y/B/N hated that. He actually hated every time you wore clothes that showed any skin. It was suffocating. You compromised and wore his alumni sweater. 

“Y/N!” a blonde from your 8AM yelled, ”Come dance with me!”

You put your red cup down and took her up on her offer. It wasn’t like you were doing anything but brooding anyway. Y/B/N had went into the house with some friends and you were in the backyard waiting. You hated this part. You’d come out with him every weekend to appease him. Truth was your feet, back and head hurt and you craved nothing more than your bed and the feeling of your fan blowing against your cheeks in the moonlight. But, like every weekend Y/B/N would make you feel bad for wanting rest. You went to school full time and worked part time at a local diner so that you could afford to stay in your apartment. He had graduated during your sophomore year and was living his best life while owning his own bar. 

It wasn't like you hated being out; you were just tired. He didn't understand that. Despite hating your hours and your dedication to work and school, he never offered to help with your bills or spend the night in. It’s not like you’d accept anyway but, the thought that he would consider would’ve been nice.

“Y/N!”, she yelled while latching on to your arm. She had grown tired of waiting for you to come to her. She threw her head back and laughed as she grinded on you to the beat of a popular pop song. You could smell the alcohol on her breath and began to laugh. This was actually fun. You two began to dance together more provocatively and you hated being out less. 

Two songs later and you needed a break. You both decided to get something to eat inside. You took off the sweater and put it on the counter. The house owner, Ralph, had laid out all kinds of cheap food. You gravitated towards the fruit while she dove at the pizza. You looked at your phone and saw it was 12:08 AM. 

You had to be at work at 7 AM.

Y/B/N knew this and was still doing God knows what in the house. Irritation set in and you immediately felt your mood sour. You considered ordering an UBER and going home on your own. No. He brought me here, he needs to bring me home. 

You called his phone twice and then sent him a text message.

Y/N: Hey, it’s late and I have work tomorrow. 

Seen 12:15 AM

“You good, ma?” A tall man asked.

You didn't recognize him. He must be from out of town. 

“I’m fine, thank you”

“You don't look fine.” He said eyeing you and the way you shifted from one foot to the other, “you need a fix or sum?”

You couldn't help the laughter that shot out of your mouth and filled the kitchen. He cracked a wide smile at you. He’s fine.

“No, I’m actually waiting for someone to come downstairs. I need to leave.”

“Who?” He asked raising an eyebrow, while leaning against the table and staring into your eyes.

“My boyfriend.” You deadpanned

“Yikes.”

“What?”

“If I was your boyfriend, I would've never left you alone.”

There’s no reason he shouldn't be answering his phone. Let me see where he is. You moved around the table and the man in front of you to find Y/B/N.

“Ma, let me take you home”

You stared at him for a minute. 

“I need to find my boyfriend.” You said, putting an emphasis on the boyfriend part.

“If he’s in this house, right now. You’re single.”

You stop in your tracks and you feel tears well up in your soft, brown eyes. It had to be the liquor, you aren't sensitive.

“Excuse me”, your voice completely icy and your hands shaky. The blonde grabbed her pizza and went back outside, glad to escape whatever was happening in there.

“They're up there playing a stripping game. When I left nobody had pants on so if he's there now I can't imagine.”

You turned on your heel and flew up the stairs and followed the sound of the crappy 2008 hits into a game room. There he was, sprawled out beneath a girl while she sucked on his left nipple. You cleared your throat and everyone in the room paused, knowing who you were. 

He opened his eyes after a second and jumped up in realization. His face morphed from fright to anger. 

“Where’s the sweater?”

The nerve and audacity of this man. You caught him with a bitch sucking on his tiddy and he had the balls to ask you about what you were wearing? You started to laugh. You were borderline hysterical at this point. 

“Die.”

You turn back around and go down the stairs opening your phone. You could handle that in the morning but, right now you needed to go home and go to sleep.

You sighed loudly and pulled your hair up into a bun. You didn't care that it'd have to stay like that until next wash day. You were overheating and irritated. 

A low whistle broke you out of your blank stare into the street. You looked up and it was the man from the kitchen. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, while sitting next to you on the steps.

“I will be. Once I get home and shower this off of me.”

“I can take you if you want.”

“It’s ok. I don't want to bother-”

“I offered. It’s not a bother if I offer.”

You eyed him weirdly. Why did this man have an interest in you? 

“Ok but, windows have to be down the whole way there and you have to drive with one hand out the window” You stated firmly.

He chuckled.

“Ok shorty. I’ll do whatever you say”

*******

He drove a C/Y Acura with red interior. The car was well kept; it still smelled like a new car. You stared at the inside, instantly falling in love with the car and the way it felt.

“It’s just a car.” Your eyes snapped to his, warmth spreading across your neck.

“Sorry, it’s beautiful though”

“It was a gift.” He said while checking his shoulder and pulling away from the curb. A gift? Who’s he friends with? “From my aunt and cousin.”

“Cool. Usually I get books or dinners.” He cracked a smile.

“They’re overcompensating. They weren't around when they could've been.” He stopped at a light. The red illuminated his face and made his teeth look even whiter, if possible. You noticed for the first time that he had gold bottoms in. His long eyelashes brushed against his brown cheek as he cut his eye at you to gauge your reaction.

“Shorty.”

“Yes,” you said blinking out of your trance. He was delicious. 

“I asked you which way”, he said smirking at you. He knew that you liked what you saw. 

“Keep going straight.” You turned to the road, you wanted to keep an eye on your surroundings not only him. 

“So why’re you in a rush to get home?”

“I have to work in a few hours.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. An action that turned you on more. 

“You knew you had to work and you still came out? You’re wild.”

“I thought I would have left hours ago to be honest. Y/B/N and I got into a fight and I was distracting myself downstairs.”

“I saw you at like 9. You were nursing one cup man.” You felt stupid. You should've left after the argument. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have came. 

“Did I ask you?”

“Look, it is what it is. I’m just saying I don't think you came here for you.”

He was right. Your entire relationship with Y/B/N wasn't for you. It started off to appease him and stop his antics. He had been following you around campus trying to get your number for weeks after spotting you in the cafe. You stayed with him because you found comfort in routine. Fuck him. You were tired.

“That doesn't matter.” You said closing the issue off from him.

“Ok. So tell me about something that does”

“Huh?”

“Tell me about yourself.” You left out a small laugh. He wanted to get to know you right after you walked in on God knows what with your ex. 

“I just walked in on my ex cheating on me. Man let me be single for a second.”

“All I asked was for an introduction.” He cut his eye at you. You felt bad. All he wanted was conversation and you assumed he wanted you. I’m such a bitch.

“I’m a senior at Y/UNI/N and I am a Y/M.” You said quietly. 

“All you do is study? I go there too.”

“I’ve never seen you around.”

“You’re too busy trying to help the world,” He smiled. “It’s admirable though.”

“Not the whole world. Only the brown part.”

He let out a earthquaking laugh that warmed every fiber of your being. 

“I respect that. But, why?”

“I grew up with only my mom around. And I saw how it was for her, a single women, to help feed and raise my sister and I. Turn right at this light. I want to help women like that get the tools they need to succeed. It shouldn't be that hard to live a basic life.” You reminisced about all the late nights and early mornings your mom had just to make sure you kept food on the table. “I’m trying to get an internship with this youth outreach program this summer so I can get more roots in the area.”

“I can get you an internship but, it won't be around here”

You stared at him like he had three heads while he passed your street. You quickly told him to take the other way to your apartment to avoid the embarrassment. 

“What do you mean?”

“My cousin built this outreach center in Oakland. I work there when I’m not in school so I can help my community. If you want I can connect y’all.”

You damn near jumped into this mans lap. 

“Of course I want to! Thank you so much!”

“I’m gonna need your number then, sweetheart.”

He pulled into a parking space in front of your building and passed you his phone. You saved yourself and handed it back to him.

“What about you?”

“I want to help black people worldwide loosen the chains of their white oppressors.”

“Any progress?”

“I’m actually making a lot in Oakland right now. I think it’s important to help each other and lean less on the white man and his government. Only then can we truly break free from them.” His eyes were fiery as he explained his goal. His passion oozed out of him and captivated you.

“That sounds like a few generation long project.” You mused. You wanted to help.

“That’s fine. As long as I help my people. I don't care how long it takes.”

You wished you had met him instead of Y/B/N. This man had humor, looks, and layers and you'd just met him. All Y/B/N had was a strong name.

“You're passionate about this.”

“You should understand.”

“I do.” You looked at his arm still hanging out of the window. “Sorry about that. I just have to make sure you won't kidnap me.”

“Girl, if I wanted to kidnap you a few windows and an arm out the window wouldn't have stopped me.”

“Sir. Please.” You laughed. 

“You should buy a taser. Those are more effective.”

“I’ll think about it.” You said while opening the door and climbing out.

“I could've gotten that for you.”

“After all you've done for me tonight?” You shook your head, “Thank you for the ride...” You didn't know this mans name. 

“So this is dumb but, what’s your name?”

“Erik. What’s yours, bright eyes”

“Y/N.”

“Well go inside Y/N. You need rest.” He pointed at the clock in his car. It read 1:45 AM. Damn. You would've traded anything to keep talking to him. “Don’t make that face. I know you’ll miss me but, don't worry you'll see me soon enough.”

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How about CollegeBoi!Erik !? ❤

A/N: Not fully sure if you wanted angsts, funny, sweet, etc. but I’ll just do what I was thinking of!

‘Late, fucking late again!’

You scolded yourself in your mind, running to your current class. You had been up studying extensively for a test that was at least a month away. Better safe than sorry, right? Right, unless it causes you to miss one of the most important classes applying to your major.

Your train of thought was shattered after quite literally running into what you thought was a wall, sending you flying onto your back. You groaned, the wind being knocked out of you a bit as you rolled over. You gasped lightly, finally catching your breath as you looked up.

Noticing it was an actual person you hugged as he smirked, pulling up his pants. “You good, ma?” He spoke, squatting down as you rolled your eyes and gathered yourself. “Nigga, fuck you. Do I look like I’m okay? You big bodied ass nigga couldn’t move out the way when you saw me running? You just stood there and waited?”

He laughed, loudly as you stood to your feet, him doing the same. “My bad, you just kinda cute when you mad.” You looked at him, tilting your head. ‘Nigga, really?’ was silently plastered over your face before you rolled your eyes and shoving past him while muttering, “Asshole.”

The mystery man smiles after you. “See you later, Princess.” You scoffed as you picked up your pace and making your way to your class.

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Today wasn’t all bad, luckily it was your first time late so you got a warning. In all honesty, you should’ve just skipped the class. Especially since you had work right afterwards, but it was worth it.

Right now, in place of an internship that was currently processing you, you were working at a local, family owned barbecue. It was really just a random find. You ate here once and asked the waiter about the treatment and payment. They said it was all amazing so why not apply?

You were about 3 hours into your shift, serving customers. Most of them were friendly and left good tips, others...well, maybe they had a bad day? The sound of the bell above the door and multiple semi-loud and deep voices coming from the area. The hostess seated them and notified you that they were seating in your section.

You nodded and served a few other customers before making your way to them. “Good evening, I’m Y/N and I’ll be you server for today. Can I start you off with something to drink?” You finally looked up, examining the faces. They were guys, as you assumed and were cute, as well as unfamiliar. Except one.

You smile faltered slightly as you turned to take his drink. “And you, sir?” He smirks, eyeing you before just giving you a simple, “I’ll take a sweet tea.” You nodded and made your way back to the kitchen, rubbing your face.

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You, a few workers, and a few customers, including mystery man and his friends. You finished cleaning a few tables and made your way back behind the register. A card and a receipt being set on the counter caught your attention and you met the eyes of Mr. Mystery Man. You quickly swiped his card and handed it back to him. “Have a nice day.”

You give him a fake smile and he leans closer. “You not even gonna say hey to me?” You rolled your eyes and chuckling incredulously, shaking your head. “Hey, Asshole. Have a nice day.” You smile and begin to walk away and he follows after you. “Look, I’m sorry that I’d didn’t move out your way when I saw you coming. I just...thought you were cute. And if you ran into me then you’d have a reason to speak to ya boy.”

You looke back at him, crossing your arms. “You could’ve just stopped and had a conversation with me.” Now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. “From the way you were rushing, you would’ve slapped the shit out of me if I stopped you.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re right...so what now?” You looked at each other before he shrugged. “Now? I ask you for your number and you think about it for like...10 seconds then give it to me.” He smiles broadly, showing off his grills.

You laughed again, and shrugged. “You gotta ask me first.” He took a step closer and tilted his head. “Can I, a lowly, unworthy but hopeful gentleman, have the number of such a beautiful...leader of a woman such as yourself?” He smiled at you and as you laughed harder, slightly pushing him before holding out your hand.

He gives you his phone and you enter your number under the name “Yet to Come”. You hand it back to him and he holds out his hand. “I’m Erik.”

“I’m Y/N. But I rather call you Asshole.” She smiles and lets go of his head as he backs out the door, biting his lip before making his way to his car. He waves at you one last time before pulling off.

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Someone’s Jealous

College AU Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A supersizedfic request. To the lovely @honeyhowareyoudoing . I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Students flocked the lush green campus yard like sheep, moving about the different booths that caught their interest. Heat was definitely no stranger to anyone at the event, and that could be easily seen by the choices of outfits everyone wore. Shorts, short sleeves, and sundresses.

Aromas of fried seafoods, chilis, BBQ, and even some desserts danced in the air, coming from the left side of the property. While small black owned businesses, fundraising stands, live music, and different games for the attendees graced the right. To tie it all in, some booths played their own music once you got far enough away from the stage. Everyone had been talking about the event for weeks and it was a really good turnout to celebrate Juneteenth. You were so happy there was a Black Student Union at your school.

You'd made your way to the large gathering an hour into the festivities. Fashionably late in your matching crop top, shorts, and some sneakers Erik had bought to match his a week before. The gold jewelry you wore complimented your skin and you were happy with your choice to wear a little body lava.

Hopping booth to booth to help your friends had occupied your first hour before you decided to take a look around at the yard for yourself. You bought some homemade body butters as well as getting a jar of face mask cream. Self care with your boo was going to be the move this weekend.

"It's hot as hell." You mumbled to yourself, stopping to take a look around the area you were at. Freeze It Up caught your eye and you made a beeline for the frozen dessert truck. The weatherman wasn't lying when he'd said it would feel warmer than it was today. There was only so much your little portable fan could do.

You approached the truck, looking over at the menu to the side. A handsome guy with his dreads in a bun on his head came to the window. He looked at you and his lips pulled into a smile. "Welcome to Freeze It Up, beautiful. I'm Dorian. What can I get for such a pretty lady like yourself?" He smirked, leaning onto the counter. Chain dangling as he admired you.

Smiling, you brushed your hair behind your ear. "I think I wanna try the graham cracker shake. Can you add a little more milk so it won't be too thick?" He nodded at your request, winking before he walked away. You sent a quick text to Erik, standing aside as you waited on your order.

"Here you are, baby girl. Extra milk, just like you wanted. I even sprinkled on some extra graham crackers." He handed you the large cup, smiling when you thanked him. Neither of you aware of your approaching boyfriend. When you tried to pay him, he shook his head with a smile. "It's on the house, beautiful. Consider it a gift."

"Wassup, baby." Two arms slid around you and a soft pair of lips pecked your cheek, cutting off your response to Dorian. The faint scent of cologne gave away the culprit and you gave Dorian an apologetic smile. "She aight, but we appreciate it tho. Keep the change, bro." Erik sat a twenty on the counter, gently taking your hand to lead you away. Leaving it at that.

"You can't help yourself, huh?" You rolled your eyes at his behavior. "He was just being nice, Erik." He kissed his teeth, pursing his lips. You both stopped at the section of tables, standing aside so you'd be out of the way.

"Then he was gonna nicely ask you for your number. We had to stop that before it happened, baby." You watched him take your spoon, treating himself to a taste of your ice cream. He hummed at the taste, going for a second bite before you stopped him. "This shit slap a little. You think he'll make me one?"

"Hell nawl." You let out a laugh, making him chuckle. He smiled at your laughter, allowing the light to catch the gold on his bottom row of teeth. His hair was in the beginning stages of locs, really short yet they fit him well. The shirt he wore showed the form his body. Dri-fit Nike to be exact.

"Have I told you how pretty you are today?" His hand caught your chin as he stepped closer. You looked up at him through your lashes, trying not to smile as you nodded. "I don't think it'll hurt to let you know again." He pecked your lips, stealing quick kisses before you playfully nudged him off.

"Boy, quit. Showing out in public.." You went back to eating your ice cream, letting him follow you as you made your way back to the booths. Allowing him a spoonful here and there.

He stopped at whatever booth caught your eye, buying what ever you wanted. Brushing off you scolding him for doing so. As you stopped at a jewelry table, he stood aside so you could browse. His eyes scanned over the crowd carelessly until a duo of guys caught his eye. They watched you from a distance, and he could feel his jaw tensing.

Stepping behind you with arms folded, he stared back at the guys. Making them quickly look away. "Babe. Look at this one." You caught his attention. He looked at the ring in particular, smiling at it on your finger. "Isn't it pretty? I think I'm gonna get it."

"Yeah. I like that one, baby. You could get that matching chain too and I'll pay." He pointed to it, and you shook your head. Deciding to get the chain for him and paying, much to his displeasure.

You looked up when you heard your name being called from a distance, searching for the owner of the voice. A classmate of yours waved from his booth, complimenting you and your outfit. With a smile, you thanked him and turned back to Erik. "You popular today, hmm?" He wore a soft mug on his face, looking to the guy that had called to you. Oh brother.

"Someone's a little jealous today, I see." He looked to you, raising an eyebrow. "I'm used to you being a big baby.. but this jealousy is new." You chuckled as he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Me? I'm not jealous." He shrugged, taking your newly added bag from you to hold. "I'm cool like the other side of the pillow, baby." That made you cackle.

"You ain't never said no shit like that. That's how I know you lying." You caught his hand with your right, using your left hand to lightly graze his beard. He smiled a little at your spot-on accusation. You watched him take a seat, putting the bags on the table before resting back on his elbows. Stretching a leg out, he looked up at you and tilted his head to the side.

You turned from him, walking over to the large garbage bins. Tossing your now empty cup into the trash, you just knew he was watching your backside. And a quick glance back confirmed it. He licked his lips as you walked back to him, looking you over before he shook his head. "You must not see all these niggas checking you out. I even seen some women checking for you too." You giggled at the look on his face, sitting at his side. "I guess I am a little jealous." He mumbled the confession.

You playfully cooed, kissing his cheek a few times. "There you go, babe. The first step is admitting it." He blurt a laugh, gently knocking your hand off his face. "They might have their eyes on me, but I only have eyes for you." You both let out a laugh at that. His laughter calming enough after a moment to call you goofy.

"Hey, Erik. We missed you in class yesterday. Let me know if you need the notes, ok?"A light voice called out, making you look back in the direction it came. Some girl with the cutest blonde bob. You looked to Erik as he raised a hand to acknowledge her, telling her that he will. She smiled and turned to walk away.

"We missed you. Let me know if you need notes." You mocked her, kissing your teeth. Standing up from the table, you adjusted your clothes. He chuckled, asking a humored 'So we mocking now?'. Looking back, you flipped him off much to his amusement. "And if I am?"

He stood up, grinning as you looked at him. "What was that you just told me? The same applies for you, sweetness." You nodded, not really replying. Seeming unbothered to someone that didn't know better, but Erik knew better. Grabbing the bags from the table, he chuckled as you waited on him. "Excuse me, ma'am? Are you from Tennessee?"

You just looked at him, slowly attempting to fight a smile. "Erik, please don't." He laughed at your response as you turned to walk away. Before you broke character. His hand caught yours to stop your escape. "You better not."

He chuckled, pulling you back to him. "Cause you're the only ten I see.." You snorted a short laugh, playfully rolling your eyes. Erik smiled at the break through, leading the way to the car. "What do you say we get outta here and chill at my place? We can do dinner and a game night. I don't gotta worry about wondering eyes then."

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

Oh my gosh, mayaschuyler is my ao3 pseudonym! I'm so glad you liked it that series. I know we've never really interacted on here before, but your writing has been really inspirational to me so that's very high praise coming from you ❤️

Omg! You are still out here! This makes me so happy!

Sis, let me tell you, when the BP fandom first popped off, I was reading a lot of fics just to relive the iconic world like everyone else. During that time many writers were figuring out their voice and just literally basing their interpretations of the characters from what they saw in the movie. We all do this and that is normal. Everyone was all over Killmonger because, of course (lol!), and like I said before, I was searching for any N’Jobu content. I wanted to see someone write about the man and woman who created Erik Stevens before he became Killmonger. There was only passing commentary or maybe one sentence in a story about him and then zilch. No stories about Erik’s mother that felt real to me...just nada. I found one N’Jobu story where he was an actual member of the Black Panther Party in the 60s, and that only had one part. I think at that point I expanded my search and your stories popped up and the thing that caught my eye was the note you wrote in the beginning that made me laugh. It was something like “Erik talks like some dudes I knew” and “liberal use of the ‘N’ word.” There was a closing note that said “told you it was filthy” or something like that. So I tucked in. 

What made your story different from what I had read (and remember this was basically a month or two after the movie came out and while it was still in theaters. I saw that thing eight times! I knew we would never have that experience again. And Jfc, who knew I would be right?)...anyway, what made your writing different from all the Fuckboi Erik/Drug dealer Erik/ Rap star Erik/Porn star Erik/Trash boyfriend Erik/Baby Daddy Erik/College AU tropes that were developing---no shade, those are fun for me to read -- was that you humanized Erik in a way I hadn’t read at that time. Erik up until that point for me and from what I had read previous, had been pretty one dimensional. Just choke em, fuck em, cuss bitches out, start a fight and fuck more women with all this big dick energy. Your stories made Erik fully dimensional. He felt like a real dude. Just a regular college guy in a college AU, and Nakia was this melanin poppin’ dream girl that was just ethereal and out of reach for him. She was so much beautiful bad bitch energy and I loved that Erik wasn’t the center of the universe for her, and I loved how he just took to her.

So let me give you your roses now…

What your stories did was reinforce the idea in my head to write my “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First” series with intention. I wanted to make sure that if I jump into this fandom all the way, I wanted to write things that let us see all sides of Wakanda and the diaspora. It reminded me that villains are the heroes of their own stories, and no one got to see Killmonger or N’Jobu’s whole story. So I rolled my sleeves up and went to work. Now I’m like 7 books deep, and still have a ton of books to write after two years.

Thank you for writing. Thank you for posting up your work. Because of you showing me Erik and Nakia in a way that was slightly different and richer, it made me go into the fandom with a real sense of purpose to show folks that Black Panther fanfiction can be just as epic and sexy and BIG as any other fandom.

Black Panther fic writing has allowed me to indulge and play with my Blackness, delve into Black Diaspora history, and just be in a Black world of my own design. It was life-saving and made me go back to fiction writing in a fun way that I missed for so many years.

 Thank you thank you thank you…

I’m so glad you are in the world writing all the things!

(Now I don’t have to ask myself anymore, “Hmmm, I wonder what that Maya person is doing? I hope they are doing well in their life.”)

Jah bless you and yours!

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House Party

Aka: Erik _____ Stevens

Suggested Listening: House Party by Floyd Fuji

This is my entry for @hoopshoney​ and @purple-apricots​‘ celebratory Fic Fest “From Wakanda with Love.”

I chose the prompt “Car sex looks way easier in the movies.” It will be in bold in the fic. 

Obviously this is smut you might as well take your panties off now.

Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

Erik Stevens.

Erik Dick-Me-Down Stevens.

There was just something about that man that had you absolutely dripping. Your primal need for him to bend you over and fuck you in to oblivion came roaring to the front of your mind any time he flashed that golden smile or glanced your way. The sleeveless shirt he wore, exposing his massive muscular arms and peculiar body modifications that dotted the top of his shoulder, tugged deeply at your gut and had your need pooling between your thighs.

Fuck.

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Do you mind doing a list of your favourite modern AUs? A mix is powered and non-powered fics is okay :) TY!

I'm so sorry how late I am with this, but here’s my looooong list of my favourite modern AUs. I hope that you like this list and can find some fics in there that you haven’t read before. Enjoy!

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Cherik Modern AU Fic Recs 

Sprich Mit Mir | Talk To Me – dreamweavers

Summary: When Charles meets Erik on a midnight train to London, it’s like all of his Christmases and birthdays have come at once – until Erik opens his mouth, and reveals he cannot speak a word of English.

It isn’t easy to pursue a relationship with someone you need to play Pictionary with just to chat to, but with a little help from Charles’ telepathy, the two language-barrier lovers are determined to make it work.

Come as you are – scarlettblush

Summary: Hospital AU. The one where Charles unknowingly woos a coma patient with Pride and Prejudice. Years later, they meet again.

The Man on the Train – Sophia_Bee

Summary: Charles is heading home from a shift at the busy emergency department of the urban hospital where he works as a nurse. He meets Dr. Erik Lehnsherr on the train, who is clearly interested in Charles, but Charles has a rule. He does not date doctors. Not at all. Never, ever ever. But he does shake his ass at Erik, which might be his downfall.

Eyes on Fire – Black_Betty

Summary: Every once in a while, fashion tycoon Emma Frost invites her favourite male models over to entertain her. And by "entertain", I mean she makes them have kinky consensual sex in front of her....Emma never touches herself when she watches, but she always has a glass of wine with her. Emma likes it best when they eventually forget that she's watching.

Charles and Erik meet each other through Emma...

(I've taken some liberties with the prompt, but all the sex is still there, and it's wholly consensual...and gradually, becomes more than just sex...)

Paper Monsters – Clocks

Summary: Fill for this prompt: Charles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn't know it's him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.

Order Up - ikeracity

Summary: Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up. Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.

Some Things Are Meant To Be – Ikeracity

Summary: Erik is a famous singer. Charles is a closeted fan. When Raven drags him to Erik's concert, the last thing Charles expects is for Erik to single him out of the crowd, for Erik to look right at him as he sings. And the last, last thing he expects is for Erik to personally serenade him and pull him on stage and kiss him senseless, because some things are meant to be and Erik knows it.

Rumor Mill – Ikeracity

Summary: Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends. So it's obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he's bringing his husband. There's rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik's husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik.

What they weren't expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik's arm. What they certainly weren't expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.

Serendipity – humanveil

Summary: Charles sends a text to the wrong number.

[10:22 AM]

Can we meet for coffee? I just got dumped.

[10:30 AM]

I think you've got the wrong number.

[10:31 AM]

Unless you make a habit of texting people you don't know about this sort of thing?

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

Frosted Hearts – aesc, palalife

Summary: Emma Frost has 99 problems, but a date ain't one. Specifically, she has no time to play the dating game--which is fine with her, because she'd much rather run it instead. From a set of sleek, silver and white offices on Fifth Avenue and with her trusty, stylish, and silent partner Janos Quested, Emma has built Frosted Hearts into New York City's premiere dating service, built on the principle that money, and a sufficiently rigorous psionic scan, can, in fact, buy you love.

Somewhere in Frosted Hearts's server is one Charles Xavier, genius and geneticist, with the kind of nicely-starched good looks that sell well on brochures for New England prep schools. He's also a telepath who's decided to give up pursuing serious relationships and instead spend his thirties doing what he should have done as a teenager: have a lot of sex with random people. Fortunately for him, Erik Lehnsherr, metallokinetic and engineering executive, has absolutely no time in his heart or his schedule for anything more serious than... well, absolutely nothing romantic at all.

Work/Life Balance – pocky_slash

Summary: As teens, Charles was the star of a super popular tween/teen television show and Erik was his best friend. As adults, they're a frighteningly domestic married couple and Alex, Darwin, and Sean are Erik's nosy co-workers.

Impulse Decisions – listerinezero

Summary: Erik wakes up in Las Vegas with a hell of a hangover, a telepath in his bed, and a ring on his finger. Now what?

Fools Rush In – LoveSupreme

Summary: Erik owns a cafe on the edge of campus and accidentally starts maybe-stalking a Biology Professor there.

The Proper Care of Actors – afrocurl, Clear_Liqueur, Clocks, Etherei

Summary: Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

Curve Fitting – kianspo

Summary: The weird thing is, Charles always introduces Raven as his sister, but he never calls Erik his brother. Erik would be bothered, except he prefers not to think of Charles as his brother, either. He can’t figure it out for four years, and then suddenly he can.

Or. A non-powered AU in which Sharon Xavier never remarries, and Charles 'adopts' not only Raven, but Erik too.

Right Person, Wrong Time – PoppyX

Summary: "TL;DR Charles is an insecure high school student who loses his virginity to the right person at the wrong time, and Erik makes it up to him in a romantic manner."

Favorite Mistake by endingthemes

Summary: Charles Xavier doesn’t think anything of it when he sneaks out without even saying goodbye to his latest one-night stand. What he doesn’t expect is to walk into his new position in the Xavier Industries marketing department and find that his latest hook-up is now his new boss.

I ♥ NY (It’s My Friends I’m Not Sure Of) by oddegg

Summary: For a 1stclass-kink meme promp: Erik is a single, successful man who likes quick sex with no strings attached. Then, he meets college professor Charles and it's love at first sight, at least for him. Charles, who heard of Erik's notorious ways, wants nothing to do with him besides being friends. Cue Erik bending over backwards to steal Charles' heart.

From Westminster With Love - thehoyden

Summary: NATO intelligence says there’s an omega-class telepath who sleeps under Westminster. Major Erik Lehnsherr is about to find out the truth for himself.

Accidentally Welcome to the Rest of Your Lives by kianspo

Summary: Non-powered college AU. Erik and Charles have nothing in common until they end up having sex at someone's party. They don't have much in common after that, either, but find each other a hard habit to quit.

irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows) – pocky_slash

Summary: Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act.

(At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

Mutually Beneficial Transaction – Pookaseraph

Summary: In his sophomore year at Columbia University, Erik, feeling slowly strangled by his mounting college debt, places an add on a sugar daddies website. He doesn't know exactly what to expect from it, but when he's contacted by a man named Charles who seems less creepy than the other people who have responded to his profile, he decides to give it a shot. Charles is nothing like what he expected, and Erik finds himself slowly falling in love with his sugar daddy while trying to find out exactly what caused this amazing guy to buy his emotional and sexual intimacy when he clearly deserves so much more than that.

Made To Be Broken - Yahtzee

Summary: Charles makes a New Year's Resolution: “No more straight men,” Charles repeated as he began scrolling through the apartment directory for Emma’s name. “No more futility. No more pointless hoping and heartbreak. In 2013, I never want to hear the words ‘exception,’ ‘experimenting’ or ‘phase.’ If, God forbid, I hear ‘bicurious’ even once, I may take a hostage.”

Then he goes into the party, and Erik is there.

Anarchy In The U.K. – Yahtzee

Summary: "Good God, Erik thought. The Prince of Wales is gay."

Charles lives in the unceasing glare of the public spotlight, yet keeps his sexual orientation a closely held secret, afraid he could lose his throne and force his deeply troubled younger sister into a role that would crush her. Erik, journalist and world traveler, has been a loner most of his life; he has little patience for closet cases. But a chance meeting in Kenya brings these two opposites together and sets in motion a love affair that will challenge the British monarchy -- and their most deeply held beliefs about who they are, and who they should be.

An Ideal Grace – afrocurl

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a visiting professor at Columbia University, as well as an acclaimed and award winning poet. Charles Xavier is a lead researcher with the Genetics Department who is well on his way to tenure. But what happens when Charles has to cancel a class because half his students abandon him in favour of a mysterious new English Lit professor? Naturally he ends up sitting in in the class, where Professor Lehnsherr mistakes him for a student. It's really too bad Erik has such a strict policy against dating students. It's also too bad Erik doesn't seem to know how to use Google.

An absence which could not be more there – aesc

Summary: He prepared to shift another half-step over to the Current Events section (which would, of course, enrage him) when the teaser positioned by the model's left elbow caught his eye: DATING WHILE TELEPATHIC: WHY I DON'T DO IT.

rooms/shares – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Heli Cases –Black_Betty

Summary: "Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces.

It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep.

(Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

Simple and Uncomplicated – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik and Charles had been fuck buddies for some, but when Charles is in an accident he figured their relationship would be over. Erik's visit to his bedside in the hospital changes his assumptions even as he has trouble believing Erik is sincere.

Guilty by Association – Regann

Summary: While investigating the homicide of a John Doe who he suspects might've been murdered while working the streets as a prostitute, Detective Erik Lehnsherr finds an unexpected ally in a hooker named Charles who seems as determined as he to solve the case. As they become more deeply involved both with the case and each other, there's just one thing that Charles neglects to mention -- that he's really an investigative journalist, one quickly convinced that what they're dealing with is more than simple murder. cop!Erik, fake-hooker-slash-reporter!Charles, Modern AU.

This Is Not Comedy – baehj2915

Summary: Written for amarriageoftrueminds' prompt for a Cherik version of Louis CK's tangent about the fuckability of Ewan McGregor.

Naturally the similarities end there. I made this about Erik's full on public lust-filled gay revelation, and the chaos that spirals from there.

Politico – cygnaut

Summary: Modern Genosha Politics AU. In which Erik is l'enfant terrible of the mutant National Assembly, and his staff just wants to get him laid.

Conspiracy of Kisses –  Alaceron

Summary: Seven-year-old Erik needs to keep his telepathic best friend Charles from finding out that he wants to kiss him. But that's okay, because he has a plan - he'll put on a tinfoil hat.

The Pretender – Clocks

Summary: Charles is sick of having his best friend Erik drop to one knee and fake-propose to him in restaurants, just to score a free dessert. He doesn’t know which is worse: the complete embarrassment, or the likelihood that Erik doesn’t mean a word of it.

Bound – FuryRed

Summary: Is there anything worse than someone else’s wedding? Well, perhaps your sister’s wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.

Charles hadn’t seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasn’t looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who he’d given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heart…

Lonesome On the Shelf – ikeracity

Summary: After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they're barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it's going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him.

A fic about rekindling marriage.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Melted Ice Cream and Macaroni Art – pocky_slash

Summary: Everybody likes Charles. Nobody likes Erik. And that's really the source of Erik's doubts. Also, there's ice cream and a baby.

Watch Your Back – swoopswoop

Summary: Bodyguard AU where Erik is overly protective and things aren't as simple as they seem.

Dress Your Family in Plaid and Skinny Jeans – cygnaut

Summary: Erik and Charles meet at the mutant playgroup/parenting support circle and they instantly hit it off. And so do their kids, Lorna and David.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

cradles you and connects you to everything – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik spend a chilly November afternoon in Manhattan doing not much at all. Also, there are cupcakes, chess, and Feelings.