#erik stevens imagines

[cherienymphe]

Kingdom Come

Erik Killmonger x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON (bordering Non-Con), mentions of toxic relationship, stalking, implied kidnapping

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summary: You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn't happen again.

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The sound of the ocean waves—something that took a lot of getting used to at first—were now the driving force behind your calm moods these days. Another nightmare had forced you to wake up drenched in sweat, and the only reason you’d been able to slow your breathing was because of the familiar whoosh of ocean water outside of your window.

You didn’t grow up by the water—wasn’t raised anywhere near it—and that sound quickly reminded you that you were far away from home, far away from anywhere familiar, and it filled you with relief. You now spent your days somewhere you would’ve once never considered living, and that was good because it meant no one from your former life would consider it a place for you to live either.

…and they wouldn’t come looking.

You watched the tea kettle heat up with your back pressed to the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Your satin robe stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat that still clung to it. Your heart had long stopped racing, but despite that, goosebumps still littered your arms, and you rubbed your hands up and down them. Despite how safe your mind assured you that you were, your body just refused to agree.

The low lighting in the kitchen was the only warm glow that filled the modest house, and you rubbed your head as you turned to get a mug. When you briefly closed your eyes, dark ones appeared in your mind, and you wondered when—after two years—you’d finally stop conjuring him up.

The face belonging to Erik Stevens was one you hadn’t seen in years, but that name was one you never not thought about. Not only had he been a part of your life for too long to just forget him, but the lasting impact he left made him impossible to ignore. You were literally hiding out in a foreign country under a different name surrounded by people you didn’t know because of that man.

There were days where you cursed yourself for ever getting involved with him—recalling your initial thoughts of him and how he looked like trouble—but Erik had a charm that was hard to resist. With a pretty face framed by locs and gold that winked at you whenever he smiled, he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever be brave enough to bring home, and you had long reluctantly admitted the part that played in his appeal.

He was kind of dangerous…and you’d liked that.

Until it wasn’t random men on the street he was threatening…but you.

The whistle of the kettle pulled you from your thoughts, and you jumped at the sound. You ignored how your hands shook as you poured yourself a cup of tea, exhaling an uneven breath with thoughts of your ex boyfriend on the brain. You never thought that sleeping with the guy who was just way out of your league would change the trajectory of your life. You thought it’d make for a good story to tell to your friends and maybe even a niece or two one day.

You didn’t think that he’d keep coming back, knocking on your apartment door throughout all hours of the night, that plump bottom lip jutted out as you attempted to put your foot down—something something boundaries and respect and all that jazz. The brown-skinned man would slowly blink at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying. The corner of his lips would quirk up into that haughty smirk—something only worn by a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted—and he’d push himself off of the wall, straightening to his full height.

“So you want me to leave?”

The question never sounded sincere, because it wasn’t, and Erik would look down his nose at you while you shuffled your feet, one hand still on the door as you fought with yourself over whether or not to close it in his face. It was useless though because you never not let him in.

You never not took a step back and watched him stride through your door like he owned the place and you with it. You never not watched him peel his jacket off, your own arms crossed over your chest as you committed to being angry for far longer than you actually were. It made you feel like less of a weak willed woman. That too was useless though because its not like you ever stopped him when he turned to you and pulled you closer.

It did no good pretending to be mad when the night always ended the same way.

Erik with his arms around your waist and you with your legs around his.

He was always gone in the morning, until the day he wasn’t, and you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about him sticking around. You actually kind of liked it, and that had scared you. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the mornings, and you weren’t supposed to be asking him if he wanted anything as you stood by the stove. Erik Stevens was not boyfriend material, and yet…

That’s what he became.

Even now, years later, you still weren’t quite sure how that even happened. You didn’t know how you ended up sharing an apartment and picking things up at the store for him and sinking into the warm scented bath water he’d draw for you. You didn’t know how you ended up obeying whenever he’d look at you with those dark eyes before softly demanding a kiss. You didn’t know how you’d started letting him circle his hand around your neck while he was fucking you, pulling words and promises out of you that you’d never say in any other circumstance.

It was something you still couldn’t make sense of, and you desperately needed to if you ever wanted to prevent it from happening again.

“Erik Stevens isn’t your average man off the street…”

That was what they told you when they sat you down in some room that was too bright only hours after showing up at your doorstep. All of it had been too much information to fully retain, but you’d processed the important parts. Erik was military—a SEAL to be more exact—and not just a SEAL but also the kind of man who occasionally dropped off the face of the earth to take out important people. It was a nice way of calling him an assassin, and you remembered how sick you’d felt sitting in that chair, recalling the feel of running your fingers over every raised abrasion along his skin whenever he had his hands on you.

“Is this some frat thing I just haven’t heard of?” you’d jokingly wondered one day.

Erik had simply turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips and a hidden joke in his gaze.

“Nah,” he’d drawled. “They just represent something important to me. Milestones I guess you could say.”

Your determination to be open minded had you relaxing in the arms of a killer—a proud one who wore the name KIllmonger with no shame.

Even still, you hadn’t understood what any of that had to do with you. At that point, you and Erik had been broken up for months, something that hadn’t been easy for you to do. Not just because some part of you still wanted him at the end, but also because a huge part of you was terrified of him. You hadn’t realized that his anger and possessiveness were low on the list of reasons why you should be afraid of him.

“This man is dangerous…and the way you parted ways was…less than amicable to say the least…”

You still hadn’t put the pieces together.

“...and the U.S Government is unable to locate him.”

Winding up in something akin to witness protection because the U.S Government had lost one of their own best ‘assets’ had not been something you ever saw for yourself. To this day, you wondered why the one questionable guy you took a chance on turned out to be far more than just the average jealous asshole.

As you sipped your tea, you thought about the last time you were with him, the way your voice trembled as you stood up to him, telling him it was over. You rubbed your arm, recalling the tight grip he had on it, his voice cold and clipped as he asked you if you realized what you were saying.

“You wanna leave me?” he’d asked, head dipped and brows raised like he wanted to make sure you knew that was what you wanted to do.

You could see then that he’d wanted to fight you on it—probably wanted to do a whole lot more than that—but no one had been more shocked than you when he simply let you go with a soft “a’ight” before gesturing to the door. Everything you wanted to take had been removed while he was out, and you’d been surprised at how sad you weren’t to glance around at the apartment now empty of your stuff.

That was the last time you’d been face to face with Erik Stevens.

Until now.

When the cup that was once in your hands shattered against the floor, you paid no mind to the slight sting of hot tea and ceramic shards hitting your bare feet. Your attempt to turn and leave the kitchen had been thwarted, a tall and broad figure standing just before you in the entrance. The sight of the shadowy figure made your heart drop and your blood run cold. The only light from the kitchen wasn’t enough to reveal him completely, but you’d always been able to recognize him in the dark.

He enjoyed scaring you.

For the first time in your life, your mind went blank, finally understanding that phrase as your lips parted. No sound came out—from neither you or him—and you were sure that the sight of you two just standing in the dark and staring at each other would’ve been comical if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The figure finally moved to tilt his head, his only movement as it leaned to the left just a tad, and the angle made the light glint off of his eyes in a way that made your stomach churn.

You were quick to search for the big light.

You sharply inhaled at the sight of him, confirming what you already knew. He looked the same and different all at once. He was still handsome and tall and wore that expression like you were just so silly to him. However, his hair was longer and the bands of muscle that were his arms were thicker, and he stood with an assuredness that you didn’t like, at all. The flashy gold tooth necklace resting on his collarbone caught the light, and your eyes were briefly drawn to it.

You traced it, a frown taking residence on your face as your gaze kept going. The casual clothes you were used to seeing him in were nowhere in sight, and you took note of the dark attire he was wearing and its patterns. He looked nice—regal one might say—and you swallowed, a very bad feeling festering deep in your stomach.

“What? You got nothing to say to me?”

Hearing his voice for the first time in years brought up a whole lot of emotions you’d tried and failed to bury. You were reminded of his voice in your ear as he woke you up in the mornings or even when he was whispering the filthiest of things against your skin as he kissed his way down it. But you also remembered the angry tone of it when he was interrogating you about some guy who’d waved at you or was questioning your feelings for him.

You remembered loving him and craving him…but you also remembered how terrified he made you feel.

At that, you took a step back—almost dazed—and the man before you kissed his teeth.

“You still on that bullshit, huh.”

Those words—filled with so much dismissal and arrogance—finally made you find your voice.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, your question coming out choked. “How did…?”

When Erik finally moved, half of him was bathed in the shadows from the rest of the house, and the kitchen light hit his eye again in the way it did before. It glinted dangerously, almost like a feline if you didn’t know any better, and you took another step back. Erik followed your movements intensely, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“How…” he tested the word in his mouth, humming. “How is never as important as why.”

You weren’t amused by whatever he was playing at, and that crooked smile only grew.

“So serious,” he mocked, moving to fold his hands behind his back as he looked you up and down, and you hated the way he swiped his tongue between his lips as he did so. “You’re not glad to see me? Not even a little?”

When you said nothing, you watched him roll his eyes, shaking his head and his locs moved with the action. When his gaze met yours again, all humor had been wiped from his face. His dark eyes were intense as he stared at you, lips pressed together and chest heaving with the deep breath he took. You felt like an insolent child beneath his gaze.

“You know what I’m doing here.”

He was entirely serious, and you didn’t doubt him for a second.

“No…”

“You had to know I was never gone let you just walk away from me like that,” he continued, slowly pacing the kitchen and backing you further into a corner with every step he took.

His words brought tears to your eyes, and in this moment, you hated him. What was the point then? Why did he give you false hope that you were free from him? Was it just to fuck with you? Was it his idea of a sick joke? As if he could read your mind, he elaborated.

“I had some things to do,” he told you. “Some…business to take care of before I came back for you and …”

He shrugged like that explained everything you’d been put through because of him.

“...and now that I got my shit together…got everything I deserved, it’s only right that I come back and get you too.”

A noise of disgust left your throat before you could stop yourself, and Erik didn’t try to stop you as you hurried past him. You didn’t hear him behind you as you made your way to the door, too nervous and fearful to look over your shoulder. However, once you made it to the front door, you realized that you didn’t hear Erik after you because he wasn’t after you.

He felt no need to be…and with good reason.

The statuesque women on the other side of your door made you come up short, mouth falling open as you took them in. They were beautiful and straight-faced, heads smooth and wearing colorful attire that didn’t deviate all that much from what Erik was wearing. The long spears in their hands had you stumbling back, and so in shock, you didn’t even register that you’d stumbled right into Erik.

One of his arms snaked around you while the other gently closed the door, effectively trapping you once again.

The silence was loud, and finally, a few tears escaped.

“Earlier you started to ask how I found you…”

You felt Erik’s lips grazing your ear before moving down to brush along your neck. One hand was on your waist while the other had found a home on your arm, kneading the skin through the thin robe. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and you swore that you felt him shudder against you.

The breath you let out was shaky, more tears collecting in your eyes.

“You’d be amazed at what you can do when you’re the king of Wakanda.”

Those damning words had your knees buckling, and when you attempted to throw yourself away from him, Erik’s hold tightened. One hand had a vice grip on your wrist while the other hand snaked around your neck.

“I like to tell myself that I did this because I deserve it, because I was wronged…but that ain’t all…”

When Erik leaned in to press his lips to yours, your mind was finally at war with your heart once again. You’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, forgotten what he tasted like, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath you took as he moved his mouth against yours. The hand on your neck tightened just a tad, like a chain keeping you to him, and you felt him smile into the kiss.

“I like being somebody that you can’t ever leave.”

Those words whispered into your mouth made your heart sink, and your protest was lost as he kissed you again.

You shook in his hold for varying reasons, fear above all else. Erik had his hands on you again, and he had no intention of taking them off. They pulled you and pushed you where he wanted you to be, and it seemed that he decided the couch would suffice. He wasn’t bothered by your lack of consent, and somehow that didn’t surprise you.

There’d been moments in the past when you expressed discomfort or you protested or you rejected him and for the briefest of moments, something had passed through his eyes that made you think he didn’t care. A glint in his gaze that made you think he was going to do what he wanted—take what he wanted—anyway. You’d always had a nagging feeling deep in your chest that Erik was just holding back, keeping himself in check with you because it was socially acceptable and not because he actually wanted to.

…but he was a king, now—something you believed without a doubt—and that title corrupted even the best of men…let alone a man who already wasn’t shit to begin with.

When his bare chest grazed against yours, a shudder traveled down your spine, and Erik reached under you to trace that path with his fingers. One hand was still carefully at home on your neck, and the gold fangs in his mouth winked at you in the nearly invisible lighting. When you felt those abrasions underneath your fingers—every one for a kill—it suddenly hit you that you were underneath him again and for good this time.

“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy,” he murmured into your skin, a hand tightening almost painfully on your waist just as he sank into you.

The feel of his cock stretching you out had your back arching, chest pushing up against his. It hadn’t been just years without sex with Erik but years without sex altogether. Part of it was because you still had some lingering loyalty to the man between your legs, telling yourself he’d somehow know and find you—despite the fact that you weren’t his anymore—and part of it was because he’d simply ruined you for any other man. Either way, it all came back to Erik.

You couldn’t stop the strained gasps that left your lips, the slight sting and dull ache from the stretch making you dig your nails into his skin. This was not what you wanted, but you swore that Erik was stronger now than he ever had been before. The feel of him thrusting himself into you reminded you of all the hours you’d spent wrapped up in each other when things were still good between you. Hell, even when they weren’t, it wasn’t uncommon for an argument to end in you bent over the kitchen counter with Erik’s pelvis pressing against you.

He had a way of controlling a situation, steering it in whatever direction he wanted it to go.

Like now.

How was it that you go into hiding to remain safe from this man only to wind up at his mercy yet again? It was unfair, and you couldn’t stop trembling as you pushed against his chest.

“Erik…”

Your words died on your lips when he shushed you, his locs brushing against your skin as he nipped at your neck and then your shoulder and finally your chest. The light moan you let out was involuntary, and you hated that smug chuckle that escaped his lips.

“You always try to act so tough and shit…but we both know once I get my hands on you…”

Anger bubbled up within you at his words, and you couldn’t resist slapping him. Before where that might’ve pissed him off, Erik only smiled in your face. Taking your hand, he held it tight before pinning it against your stomach, and he looked down, briefly distracted by the sight of his cock disappearing into you. He slowed his thrusts down, and the change in pace almost made you roll your eyes.

“You gone love Wakanda, baby,” he said to you, lips meeting your skin again. “The most beautiful sunsets…”

He nipped at your shoulder.

“...anything you could ever want…”

Another kiss to your lips.

“...and guards to watch your every move.”

His nose touched yours as he said that, and you felt him reach down to hook his arm under your leg. You hissed, feeling him even deeper into your gut as he bent your leg back. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of you as he fucked you, hips meeting yours and the wet sound of his cock dipping into you reaching your ears.

“I came back just for you,” he darkly told you, completely ignoring your hand pushing at his stomach. “...because what kind of king would I be with no queen at my side?”

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[theereina]

Buy Her Books📚 and Eat Her Pussy🐈

Pairing: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +1.9K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (female receiving), spanking, Dom!Erik, orgasm denial, pure filth

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

Of course, Erik didn't know the monster he created. Last night, he had given his girlfriend Amelia his credit card and told her to buy her books. Amelia was immediately struck by decision fatigue. Her TBR list was well over 100 books at this point. When she whined about not knowing what books to choose, Erik told her to buy them ALL. Amelia initially laughed at Erik, not taking a word he said seriously; however, the look he gave her let her know he was beyond serious.

He had given her the card the night before. She sat up all night anxiously going through her TBR. She narrowed the list to 52 must-haves and 67 maybes, not including the 34 she deleted after reading the recent reviews.

Amelia had spent all morning in her favorite local bookstores and Barnes & Noble. She became flustered once she started realizing how much she would be paying. So, she called Erik and asked for his “approval” again. He responded with a laugh and comment about letting her do it again. This had Amelia excited at the thought.

While in the stores, she would first search for the books on her must-haves. Then, she would look for the maybes. She would scan over the synopsis and maybe the first page before deciding. She did this same routine in every store she went into.

After such a strenuous morning, Amelia was exhausted but excited upon returning home. She knew exactly the book she wanted to read first. She had showered and changed back into her nightgown. She climbed onto the bed and searched through the hoard of books. Amelia had tried her best to keep the books separated by genre to help her sort them.

There it was— a book she had wanted since its release five months ago. Amelia was back in her happy place as she lay on her tummy across Erik's bed, facing the headboard. She held the book and began kicking her feet in bliss. She opened the book and began to read the prologue before remembering that she didn't want any distractions. She grabbed her phone and placed it on DND. Tossing her phone somewhere behind her, she began to read again.

4 hours later

Unbeknownst to Amelia, hours had passed. Many hours. Her phone was still on DND, so she was unaware of Erik's 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages. Unfortunately, she also didn't know he was on his way home.

As Amelia lay reading, Erik arrived at his home. He was pissed. Amelia had ignored him all day. He was a little paranoid about these kinds of situations considering the life he lived before meeting her.

Erik unlocked the door quietly checking for any signs of forced entry. He slowly crept through the house. As he approached the back rooms, the only light visible was coming from under his bedroom door. He could hear what sounded like Amelia laughing, but he was too unsure. He unsheathed his Glock and held it in his hands. As he inched closer to the door, he quieted his steps. Putting his stealth skills to use, he leaned against the door using the weight of his body to stop it from creaking as he opened it.

Awaiting him was an exhausted Amelia. She was facing away from him still completely unaware of his presence. He had always told her she had the self-awareness of a toddler.

He slowly placed his gun into his waistband. Trying his hardest not to startle or alert her to his presence, he crept up to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Amelia's left foot and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Princess!” Erik says flipping Amelia over onto her back causing the book to slip from her hands. “Erik!” she screamed. She was still unsure how this man could toss her around so easily.

“Busy?” he asked folding his arms across his chest. “Umm…,” Amelia said sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed. She leaned up to give Erik an apologetic kiss. “Where's your phone?” he asked uncrossing his arms.

Amelia turned around and began searching for the phone in the bed. Piles of books were everywhere— an assortment of thrillers, romance, erotica, mystery, fantasy, and more. She knew it was there somewhere. She found it and looked at the screen. 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages from “Daddy😈”. She turned back around to see Erik cracking his knuckles.

Uh oh

“So, you were reading all day? Is that why you were ignoring me, baby girl?” Erik said caressing her cheek. “Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just really…” she said putting her hands on his shoulders. “That's unacceptable, and you know that,” he said putting his right hand on the side of her neck. He used his thumb to stroke over the front of her throat., teasing her. Amelia swallowed because she knew what was coming— a punishment fit for his princess.

Erik stood there staring at Amelia's throat. “Where's the book you were just reading?” Erik asked stilling his movements. She pointed behind her to the only opened book on the bed. She was growing anxious by the second. Amelia began to whimper in desperation, trying to craft a scheme to escape this.

Erik's eyes shot up to meet Amelia's now brimming with tears. “Amelia, baby?” Erik lulled. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked hoping this would absolve her of her discretions. Considering that it was an honest mistake, she hoped he would be lenient. “Shut that shit up,” he said in the most level tone. He didn't raise his voice a decibel, but Amelia knew.

“Since you wanna read so much, read to me. I wanna see what's got you so distracted,” Erik said leaning over grabbing the book and handing it to Amelia.

4 orgasms denials later

Amelia was fighting for her life. Erik was eating her out from the back and forcing her to read the book aloud simultaneously. Every time she slipped up or stopped he lit her ass up like a Christmas tree.

His tongue sliding up and down her folds over and over again was driving her insane. She continued to read while breathing out ragged breaths. He was positioned right behind her on the bed. His tongue was warm and slick from her juices.

Erik leaned up and sat directly between her legs. He used his arms to flip Amelia over onto her back in one swift move. She yelled out in shock. Amelia looked down pleading to Erik with her eyes. He scoffed at her attempt to use her puppy dog eyes against him. He sat back and looked at Amelia's sloppy pussy and swollen clit. He took his hand and slid it up and down her slit, coating his fingers in her cum.

He brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. Amelia stopped to stare at Erik in awe. Without even losing focus on his task at hand, he used his other hand to smack Amelia's already swollen clit. “I didn't tell you to stop!” he barked while removing his fingers from his mouth. Amelia tried to continue reading but could feel Erik shifting between her legs.

Amelia turned the page and peeked under the book. She could see Erik's hand lining up with her pussy again. She felt his middle and index fingers slide into her wet pussy with a squelch. She moaned out and clenched her pussy around his fingers. He began to drive his fingers upward against her g-spot. He was merciless while fingerfucking her.

She started stuttering and closed her eyes too caught up in bliss. Erik used his free hand to smack the outside of her thigh. The sound echoed through the room. The thickness of her thighs provided no cushion for the blows he was dishing out. If anything, it was giving him more to work with. Her ass was already obliterated— red, swollen, and covered in welts.

They had been at this for almost an hour because of how well he was dragging out his teasing. She was tired of being denied but knew she held no power in this situation. All she could do was take it.

He leaned over Amelia's body pushing her knees up to her chest. How did he expect her to read like this?

His fingers were still punishing her pussy. He looked at Amelia and began to speak, “I don't hear you!” Amelia tried to read, but she felt like her voice was strained. The way he had her folded in half with his body holding her legs and thighs in place was making it hard to breathe. “Daddy, please. I can't…,” she whined out. “You can, and you fuckin' will. Do you hear me?” Erik said slowing his fingers down inside of her. He knew Amelia's weakness— slow strokes and deep pokes. He was using his fingers to massage her insides. He was kneading her pussy like dough.

Erik's heavy breathing was overshadowed by the sounds of Amelia's moans and her pussy squelching. It sounded like someone was flicking their fingers under a running faucet. Amelia dropped the book on her stomach, and Erik's hand instantly smacked her thigh twice. “Pick…it…the…fuck…up!!!” Erik growled through gritted teeth.

Amelia reached for the book. She tried her best to continue to read as Erik's fingers drove her insane. Erik lifted her left leg and pushed it back against her chest. He angled his body so that he was slightly to the side of Amelia's body. He leaned over and began to suck her clit while continuing to finger her pussy.

The words were leaving her mouth, but she wasn't attempting to comprehend or remember what she read. Erik removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He moved so that his face was right between Amelia's legs. His tongue thrust inside her pussy. “Fuck. I'm… I'm gonna… Oh, I'm ‘bout to cum!” Amelia screamed. “Oh, really? I don't…remember you…askin’ me..for shit!” Erik said in between licks. “May I please cum? I can't take it anymore!” Amelia said her eyes filled with tears. “You betta!” Erik said slapping her clit with his free hand.

That was all it took to push Amelia over the edge. Her legs locked onto Erik as her belly seized. Her juices flooded Erik's fingers as he pushed them back in, leaking all over his hand and down his arm. He opened his mouth and covered her pussy so that he could catch everything. Amelia's moans turned to pained grunts. She was done.

Erik released his mouth from her pussy. He let go of her thick thighs causing them to fall like dead weights onto the bed. Amelia pulled her legs away from Erik and rolled over onto her side. He smacked her ass cheek while grabbing it roughly. “Good girl. You gone ignore Daddy again?” He asked leaning over to kiss Amelia's shoulder. “No, sir,” Amelia mumbled. “That's what the fuck I thought!” Erik replied standing from the bed.

“Get some rest, princess. Daddy's not done with you yet,” Erik said removing his shirt and heading towards the bathroom. “What?” Amelia said, jolting up from the bed. “Dafuck did you just say to me?” Erik snapped spinning around to meet Amelia's weak and apologetic eyes. “Nothing,” Amelia said as she let her head hit the bed again. “Since you got so much mouth, you got an hour. I know exactly what the next punishment is,” Erik said grinning.

Taglist: @kirayuki22 @revealingco @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

[erikftglitter]

Sorry. [e.k] [final]

Maybe you should be sorry too. 3/3. [part two]

“Now arch that back.”

"Yes daddy." You respond instinctively. Although your legs were shaky and debilitated, you knew better to not listen even if you were delirious. When you turned around you made sure to arch your back as far as you could. You were secure in your relationship with Erik but you found yourself feeling inexperienced compared to his mastery. This was something that you kept to yourself, as no one wants a woman who is constantly trying to prove herself. You just simply got better. Erik never complained about you and didn't play about you regardless. Nonetheless you remember when you two first started having sex and his small adjustments to your arch had you determined to fix it. He didn't fix it tonight and that gave you all the satisfaction you needed.

"Just how I need you baby." You hummed at the praise of approval. Any kind of doubt that you felt previously was now replaced with ease. You began to wiggle your ass in anticipation when you didn't feel Erik's presence. What was taking him so long?

"Babyyy." You whine out. A quick strike to your left cheek caused you to jolt forward.

“You think you can just ignore daddy and wear what the fuck you want to?" He continued and chuckled to himself. "Not today and not ever in this lifetime sweetheart." You pondered if you should reason with him but knowing Erik, he planned every single second of this night and there is nothing you could do to avoid the incoming punishment.

"Now I am sorry baby. But don't think that you're off the hook." Your heart sank. That arrogance that was present not even a minute ago was replaced with sheer humility. This man was not playing with you.

When the second strike came down you stayed in place. Erik grinned at the response. "Good girl. Keep it like that and I just might change my mind." You knew he was just talking shit and that he would continue as planned, but you were determined to not fold, well not as quickly as you always do.

Erik was pleased with you. With only a few unavoidable jolts you kept your arch at the same position. The groans of both pain and pleasure only encourage Erik more. Honestly he lost count of how many you were supposed to have and you weren't complaining. There wasn't much of a warning when Erik lined himself up to you. He rubbed the tip of his shaft on your swollen clit and you drowned further in bed in pleasure. This was a game to him. He loved how much your legs trembled when he teased your swollen bud.

"Hmmm. Your shit so wet, ma. Fuck." He pushed in slowly until he completely bottomed out. His hands gathered on each side of your hips. He paced himself to the sounds of your breathless moans. "Mhmm yesss baby. Wet this dick up babygirl." He rolled his and you gave up trying to prove yourself. If he wasn't holding your hips you would've fell into the sheets a long time ago. Your orgasm was building up by the second and as if Erik was reading your mind, he reached one of his hands down to rub your clit.

"F-fuck!" You started to launch your body forward to escape the overwhelming feeling, but he was not having it. In an instant you were grabbed by the throat and pushed so that your back was collided with his chest. There were no gaps and nowhere for you to run. Once you were skin to skin you had no choice but to cum with a tumultuous moan.

Erik dropped his hand from your throat and you silently thanked him for the gesture so that could breathe normally again. That lasted all of thirty seconds before he completely collapsed on top of you and drilled into you.

“I’m sorrryyyyyy”

This man had you hysterical. If he wanted you to admit to anything he knew that this position was the way to go. Collapsed doggystyle had you seeing stars and soon you would be fast asleep counting sheep.

“Yea. For what??” He growled into your ear, fisting a chunk of your hair to lift your head from its place in the pillow.

“For wearing that little ass dress. Huh?” His thrusts were so strong that you were certain that he was pissed all over again.

“Or for letting ya little friends talk you into going to a fucking club.” He definitely was pissed. “Do you fucking see them living like you. Huh?” You were too weak to even think straight, let alone muster up a response good enough to justify ignoring your boyfriend for days.

“You mine princess and I didn’t like that shit one bit.” You were cumming again. Once you realized that he wasn’t slowing his thrusts down anytime soon, you needed to apologize and fast if you wanted to walk in this lifetime.

“I’m sorrrryyy daddy!” You screamed out, your hands reached back to slow down his hips, but he grabbed them and held them together.

The echoes of skin slapping was the only other thing that rang throughout the house other than the incoherent sounds of your half babbling and half apologizing.

"Shit here it comes baby." With a final thrust he pulled out and nutted on your back. You knew that he could've went longer and stalled the time of his orgasm, but thankfully he knew that you needed a break. Between the breathlessness and tears he knew that you could use the rest. Especially because this entire night was unexpected for you. He, on the other hand, was very intentional about it.

You felt the bed lighten as Erik disappeared into another room. You were temporarily trapped by weakness that your back to back orgasms provided that you didn’t bother to move.

When Erik returned he wiped your face then down your back. You were thankful for the aftercare gesture and Erik was always sure to take extraordinary care of you.

He discarded the towel and joined you in the bed. He pulled you closer and drew gentle small shapes on your body as you fell asleep.

“Good night baby.”

[part one] [part two]

[becauseimswagman1]

Ruined

Erik Stevens x reader

A/N: My reader will mention any defining features, but the nice young lady getting her back broken will always be black. Thank you.

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The mere thought of making love to you drove Erik wild.

Of course, y'all had sex. He would gladly ruin you on any surface anytime and any place but making love is something you two have yet to do and he thinks it's time.

You've been dating for a while and he wants to switch it up in the bedroom. To prove to nobody else but you that he's an attentive lover. He knows he doesn't have to since you initiate the majority of the quickies you two have, but he wants to. He wants you to know that he loves and cares for you and bringing you to three earth-shattering orgasms back to back on the kitchen counter after your annual date night isn't enough for him.

The night was going amazing. You thought the two of you ended the night by sharing a dessert, but to Erik, the night was just starting.

Y'all got home and rose petals leading to the bedroom (courtesy of T’Challa). He takes you to the room and unzips your dress then pushes you onto the bed and takes your heels off. He rubs your feet and kisses your freshly manicured white toes when he finishes.

"Erik, what is all this? The rose petals? The foot massage? Even though I did love that,” you laugh a little, “yeah you have gotta do that more often but still, this is a lot."

He chuckles and responds, "Baby I want to show you that you are one of the most important women in my life. You make me so happy and I don't think I can wait for another second to prove it to you."

Just as he's about to stand to take off his shirt, you stop him. "E... Before you say anything else I have to make something clear. I'm not ready to get married. I love you I do but we've only been together for a year. That's not very long to get engaged."

Erik genuinely laughs because he can see how you would think he's about to propose.

"Bae, I would never propose while you're in your bra and panties. It would be so much more special and you'd never see it coming." He winks as he stands and kisses your forehead.

He strips his shirt off and stands you up so he can take your place sitting on the bed, “Yeah knowing you, you’d do it at a crazy time like after we just got done fucking or something and I’ve been fucked so dumb that I ain’t got a choice but to say yes.”

He laughed and pulled you into his lap, “That actually sounds like a good idea.”

“Babe don’t take that shit serious. It was a joke! I would so make you-” he cut you off before you go on a tangent about how you’d make him propose again.

"Look forward, baby girl."

And there it was, the stand-up mirror you jokingly suggested to Erik about getting just to have mirror sex.

"I know that me fucking you from behind and forcing you to take it while you watch us is one of your many fantasies so I thought I'd make it come true." He slid his hand into your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, just enough to tease you and leave you breathless. "But for right now you're gonna watch me take you apart and put you right back together."

He smirked at the feeling of you getting wetter.

"Someone's eager, huh."

You gripped the hand that was toying with your emotions and tried to make him go faster.

"Not eager baby. Just want you to make me feel good."

Erik kissed your neck and delivered two quick slaps to your clit, “Do that shit again and Ima have no choice but to knock yo ass out. We don't want you passing out right baby? Keep yo fucking hands to yourself."

All you could do was squirm in his hold while he fingered you with 2 fingers and rubbed your clit with his thumb. You were already close to your first orgasm of the night and all you could do was say his name.

"That's right baby. Let everybody know who's treating you so well."

He left marks on your neck while applying more pressure on your clit. Keeping you constantly feeling the pleasure of coming without actually doing it.

"You close? You gonna come for me for real this time? You've been such a good girl at keeping your hands to yourself so I should let you right?"

You could barely speak and he knew you were almost at your peak so he let you have it. Your first orgasm of the night and your legs were shaking.

After making you come to the point of tears two more times, you thought the mirror stuff was all that was happening tonight.

You laid your head back on his shoulder, outta breath and ready to fall asleep, but Erik wasn’t having it.

“You thought I was finished with you? I’m nowhere near done baby.”

He quickly laid you on the bed and stripped you out of your bra and panties. Placing sweet kisses all over your body than standing to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread your legs and gets in between them, hand shooting out to rub himself against your wetness.

You wrapped your legs around his waist tryna get him to put it in but he wasn't budging.

"Baby keeps doing that and I won't fuck you at all. I wanna please you so let me do that aight?"

All you could do was nod your head.

He leaned towards your face, "Words. Use your words."

The sound of you begging wanted to make him nut then and there, "Please fuck me, Erik. Please"

He smirked, "Patience baby. Okay? Be a good girl for me."

He slid into you and let you adjust.

He leaned down to your ear, "I know I've ruined you for any other man. No one can ever make you feel this good but me and I'm letting you know right now that you're the only one I want screaming my name."

He started to roll his hips into you, making you feel every inch pulling out and pushing right back in. You were losing your mind at the pace since you were used to him fucking into you fast.

You grabbed at his shoulders and started to plead him to go faster. He almost didn’t give in.

He wanted this to last. He wanted you to feel how he felt. How much he loves you, how much he cherishes you, how much he wanted to marry you, and how much he wanted you to have his babies.

But he went a little faster anyway while giving you long deep strokes. All he wanted was for you to feel good.

The pleasure you were feeling was incredible. You felt that this was making love. You felt the love he had for you right here and now. You were overwhelmed with all the emotion.

Erik could feel you clenching around him, "you gonna come, baby? So soon?"

You nodded, not being able to properly form words to tell him that he was making you feel like this, that he was the one that was gonna make you spill all over him.

He reached down and started to rub your clit at the same time as his strokes. "I'm not gonna play with you, baby. Come for me."

Your breath hitched and you came with tears in your eyes and you could barely register that he was still rubbing you and fucking into you faster.

"One more for me then you're done. I know you got one more in you, baby."

You were shaking under him, practically losing your mind. Erik had made you orgasm multiple times before, but this was something new.

He knew you were close and so was he.

"I'm gonna come too, baby. You want me to give it to you? Fill you up so much it’s leaking out?" He kept rubbing and before you knew it, you were screaming his name. So loud that both of you knew you would get noise complaints the next day.

You came all over him, wetting yours and his thighs up. He groaned as he thrust into you one final time and emptied himself into you, making a chill run down your spine.

He pulled out and then got a rag out of the bathroom to clean you up. Erik gave your legs a little massage and kissed your forehead. Telling you to rest for a bit before he ran you two a bath.

All you could tell him was that you loved him before you drifted off to sleep.

He smiled, "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."

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I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

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Our secret

Dom!Erik x subblack!reader, dom x sub, smut!, swear words, age difference, big brothers best friend, fluffy kinda, dd/lg themes but it’s never addressed as dd/lg

Erik Clinched his glass of cold lemonade with his Left hand, almost feeling like it could break in anytime. He bite his lip and gritted his teeth together as he watched his best friends little sister hang upside down on the white porch swing with a book in her hand. Her legs hung over the head of the swing and her white Church shoes clicked together as she read softly to herself. Her Rosy red swollen lip moved gracefully as she eyes scanned over the book page.

She was reading a book he has seen her read a thousands times. She called it a classic that she could never get tried of, Erik only laughed at her and said she was eventually going to get tried of it.

Her legs rubbed together making her light yellow dress slip down her legs and slightly exposed her pink panties. A animalistic growl vibrated through his chest but he quickly covered it up with a cough and moved away from the window when he heard his friend Approaching the kitchen.

"My mom called and told me to go to the store and get some eggs and milk. You can stay if you want it'll only take like 30 minutes." Erik nodded and sat down on the couch that was wrapped in A plastic cover.

"Alright I'll just play this game until you get back," he smirked leaning back with the Game controller in his lap. "Yeah get all the practice you can get because when I get back imma kick your ass!" Dwayne laugh his way out of the house and began his walk to the store. Erik jumped up and looked out the window and saw that he was out of sight.

He walked back to the kitchen and saw that she was still in the same position that she was in when he left. He made his way outside and sat right beside her on the swinging seat. She looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Hi." She spoke softly. She pushed her legs up flip over the chair and her dress flipped over her head. "That's not very ladylike little one," he said and pulled her dress down for her, her cheeks grow hot but she acted like she didn't care by shrugging and say- "I'm not a lady I'm a 18 year old. I'll wait to be ladylike when I get old." She Sassed sitting on the swing next to him. "Is that so" He raised eyebrow while biting his lip. She nodded. "Plus it's just you Erik..." he chuckled a little. "What does that mean?" He asked as he watched her Fiddle with his fingers.

"You have been my brother's best friend since you guys were 12 so your like a big brother to me and I know you haven't tell on me," she smiled bopping him on the nose with her finger. He bite it and she gasped. "That's not very nice E, you got your nasty spit on me" she said pouting as she wiped his saliva on her dress not even really caring much about it. Nether of them did.

"Ok and?" He put his finger in his mouth and stuck it in her ear without a second thought. She smacked his hand away and pushed his arm from around her shoulder. "Why would you do that? That was disgusting," he tried to hold in his laughter but he failed and end up bent over from laughing so hard. When he sat up and lend against him and slide her whole tongue across his face. His smile drop and If looks could kill she'd be a dead girl right now.

"Alright bet, come her-" he lunged for her but she squealed and hopped off the swing and run into the house before he could grab, he chased her all the way up stairs and she screamed the whole way up until she got to her room, Erik stopped in his tracks when he didn't see her anywhere in there. he began to look around the room because he was 100% sure that she ran in here. "______! Where you at little girl..." He whispered looking under her bed but she wasn't under there. He looked behind the door, in the bathroom, in the tube, in the toilet , behind the curtains but she was no where to be found.

"What the fuck I know she ran in here-" He Paused when he hear her giggling come from the closet, He turn on his heals and walked towards it, he swung the door open was met with nothing but the cute little Fluffy dresses she loves to wear. "_____ I won't hurt you I just wanna play" he said in a fake creepy voice. She put both of her hands over her mouth as excitement tangled through her body feeling like she was still getting Chased. He dug deeper in the closet pushing her dresses apart and he found a little white door that blended in with the walls, he honestly wouldn't even have found it if it wasn't for her giggles and the door knob sticking out of the wall. He was shocked when he opened it to find a whole decorated bedroom with a tv, DVD player a whole mini fridge with snacks on top of it and a giggling y/n sitting there.

"What the hell-" he said walking all the way In the room. she smiled at him brightly before standing up and shouting- "you found me!"

"I did find you.What's my prize?" She bite her lip innocently and shrugged batting her eyelashes at him. "The prize is you get the honor to be the only person to step foot in here besides me, not even my mom or dad know about this place." He sat next to her and pulled her on his lap and she sat with hesitation or a question asked. "Eh That's cool and all but I would much weather it if I get to lick you back," she huffed. "Mm no, I got the last lick so let's just leave it at that. I won." She sassed closing her eyes sticking her tongue out at him teasingly. He hesitated a little bit before He flick his tongue against her and she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "EW WH-" then he licked her hand then her arm then her lips all together. "I won." He chuckled at her experience.

Leaning back on the blankets and pillows all over the floor. It was her cute makeshift bed. He grabbed her from underneath her arm and sat him on her lap so she was straddling him. She dress bunched up slightly and she laid it back down. She rested her dainty hands on his stomach and smiled up at him. His breath quicken and she noticed.  "Yeah, yeah whatever." She said rolling her eyes and moving her head side to side and her two ponytails bobbed a little. It caught his attention and he flick one with his middle finger.

"I like your little bunny tails." She was confused. "They look more like big bunny tails then a ponytail , pony hair is straight and long. You're is big and puffy." He Explained was she busted into a fit of giggles and laughter. She calmed down and nodded her head agreeing with him. They did look more like a bunny tail then a pony.

"I never thought of that. You're right." She smiled at him, he adore her smile with everything in him. He adore her just in general and it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact. He felt wrong for feeling this way towards her because of the age difference and the fact that it was his best friend's little sister, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it.

"You are so fuckin' cute little one." He spoke softly licking his lips slowly. "Thank you..." She said back but he wasn't even listening because he was to focused on her plump lips moving softly as she spoke. The position they were in only made his Dirty thoughts and behavior worst. His hands slide up her thighs in reaction to the dress rising up her legs. He grip her tightly and she whimpered softly In Surprise. Her muscles began to relax in his hands as he Massage her chocolate Colored thighs. "You look so cute in this little dress you know that?-" her breathing seem to quicken to at this point and she didn't know why. He was just Simply touching her. She thought.

She squirmed in his lap and he damn near moaned. Her covered flower was laying right against him and it was driving him crazy knowing that the only thing that was keeping them apart from each other was her thin little pink panties and his dark black ripped jeans.

He wanted so badly to be buried in her cave, deep and swollen. Her pink lips gripping his member as he stroked her deeper then she could ever imagine he could go.

He felt his precum stain his boxers and he cursed himself for having such dirty thoughts about the little 18 year old sitting on him.

She brought his hands up higher on his chest, and lifted up a little so his bulge was laying right Against her aching pussy.

Erik noticed her discomfort and asked what was wrong. "I-I feel....funny?" She said more as a question then statement. His Curiosity peaked up. "What do you feel like? Is it a bad funny or is it a good funny?" He said as he ran his thumb over her jaw line and bottom lip which was red from her biting, picking, and licking it. She thought for a second and sat back on him. Excitement and tingles shot up to her clit. It shocked her and made her legs wobble a little bit. "I don't know if I like this feeling." She purred like a kitten and leaned into his hand like a cat would do to it's owner. "You want me to make it go away?" He cooed. She nodded her head desperately as the feeling only got stronger the more he spoke to her in such a low tone it seem.

"It feels funny right here?" He lifted her little light yellow dress and pointed to her covered flower. "Y-yes" She whined beginning to get frustrated with the whole situation. "If you want me to help you, you know I gotta take your panties off and touch you right?" He asked wanting to be sure she was 100% ok with this. "I know. Please hurry." She confirm and gripped his shirt tightly. He smiled feeling like he just won the lottery.

He brought her Down to lay flat on his chest while her ass was pointed up into the air. He kissed her plump lips with passion and pent up lust for the paste year of wanting to touch and kiss her. She gasped out of surprise. He was her first kiss and he couldn't be happier about that. His lips moving slow with hunger in his motions. She was in shock but nonetheless kept moving her tongue against his slick one. He broke the kiss and flipped her over so he was on top, he grabbed her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched Them roughly, she gasped and Arched. "Erik please, your making it worse are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked innocently. Erik chuckled and pressed his thumb onto her clit making her Chest rise up against his.

"Yeah I think I know what I'm doing lil mama." Her breath came out short and quick while The warm heat of his breath tickled her jawline. He licked the crease of her neck and jaw sending chills down her back.

His arm wrapped around her Waist and down her ass. He slide his big hands down to her soaked pussy.

It was wet and warm.

His shaky hands pulled her panties to the side and revealed her chocolate colored clit and her pink and creamy insides that glistened from her arousal.

Erik let out a weak breath before dragging his pointer finger down her clit and slit. Y/n let out whimper/squeal that made Erik's dick jump.

Erik studded her face the more he moved his fingers up and down her clit. Her face was relaxed and in bliss. She was in heaven.

"You hear that princess?" He asked as he speed up his hand movements making a wet and sticky sound fill the room. "That pretty pussy so wet baby." He spoken deeply. Her mouth dropped open letting out a stream of moans and whimpers. "Oh E! feel so good." She dragged out gripping the front of his shirt, while trying to hide her face in his chest.

"Why you hiding from me princess? Huh? Lemme see that pretty face." Erik whispered in her ear. She cried out his name trying to sit her upper body up without ruining her arch.

"Whatcha hiding for babygirl? You don't want me to see how good I'm making that pussy feel?" She shook her head. Her brown cheeks were so red from embarrassing that it shocked Erik. He's never seen a black person blush this hard before.

He smirked kissing her on the cheek then her lips. They were red and swollen from all the kissing but it turned him on even more.

"Erik..." she said frantically, popping her head up from his neck. He hide his smile from her by biting his lip. "E, wait I feel like imma pee on myself!" She panicked trying to lift up from his chest, but he held her there.

"You about to cum babygirl stay still." She was still squirming around from how intense it felt. There was a knot in of her stomach and a sensation in the core of her vagina that felt incredibly too good. It was to much for her.

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger and she couldn't help the moans and gibberish words that left her mouth.

Erik's hand stayed on her clit and just before she could cum his finger stopped. He wanted nothing more then to edge her and make her cry.

Her tense body relaxed and her big brown eyes popped open and she looked Furious.

"Erik why did you stop?" She whined smacking him on the chest. "Tell me what you want princess, beg for me to give it to you." He said grabbing her chin and pulling her face to his.

"Tell me princess." She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to speak. "Uh uh open yo eyes and tell me like a big girl." He said in a hushed tone.

"Umm I-.... Erik" she pouted kicking her foot, too embarrassed to actually tell him herself. "Please Erik? I can't-"

"Yes you can, Tell me you want to rub on ya pussy." She bite her lips as tears began to blurry her vision. "I'm too embarrassed..." Erik chuckled before he started to glide his fingers up and down her pussy really slowly. Y/n pushed her hips more against his hands so she could feel more of him.

"Please? I'll do anything you say....please just rub my pussy Erik please?" She finally blared out hiding her face back into his neck. Erik smile proud of her, and in no time his fingers were back on her clit and going to speed of lighting.

"Aww there you go princess, that all you had to say." He praised her. Kissing the side of her face as he watched her whole body slump over and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The knot in her core before so tight that she couldn't even speak. He moved his fingers faster and the sound of slashing water filled the room. Her juices leaked all over his black jeans and the bottom of her dress.

Her body became Tease making her fingers locked them onto his plaid button up shirt and the plan black one he had underneath in a tight hold.

Erik watched as her mouth hung open and eye rolled as she mumbled "Erik, Erik oh my god yesss" over and over until her orgasm slowly faded away.

She laid there for a minute before finally sitting up in his lap. Her body was still slightly jerking from experiencing her very first orgasm.

Her eyes were hazy and low like she was high as she looked at Erik biting his lip. "You good baby?" She nodded her head before laying back on his chest.

"I have never done this before." She whispered looking up into his eyes. He looked back down at her. "I know, you like it?" He asked even though he already knew that answer. She shook her head fast making her bunny tails bounce.

Erik laughed before picking her up from his lap and sitting her on the pillows that were on the side of them.

"Where are you going?" She pouted up at him as he got up and walked to the door.

"I gotta get back down stairs before your brother get back princess." She sat up on her legs because poking her lips out for him to kiss. Erik laughter filled the room before he walked back over to her and kissed her deeply. Tongue swirling around her wet mouth.

He pulled Away after getting her a few more pecks, before leaving her Secret room and out of her room.

Just as Erik made it back down the stairs, y/b/n opened and slammed the door before throwing the grocery bag on the kitchen table.

"Alright you ready for me to kick yo ass in 2k?"

"You smell that?" Erik asked as he looked around the room. Y/b/n looked around confused sniffing the air. "It kinda smell like pus-" "Nah nigga it smell like CAP." Y/b/n fired back, plopping on the couch smirkingly.

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The end.

(Y'all If the time line is off between this one and part two it's because I wrote this when I was 16 and I feel like now that I'm 19 the reader probably shouldn't be 16 fucking on a legal boy lmao)

[melodyofmbaku]

In Me (Erik Stevens x OC)

Warning ⚠️: SMUT (18+ Material)

Prompt: “Should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night?”

A/N: clearing out my drafts so to speak. Enjoy ya nasties.

Formatting on mobile. 🥲

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She reached up on her toes, her hands clutching at his shirt and nosed around for a kiss.

He looked down at her with a confused look before avoiding her advances as he’d been doing the whole night.

The couple had been invited to a yacht party for one of their mutual friends' birthdays. The room was filled with suave wealthy black folk and they couldn’t be more comfortable.

Since they Alicia had been pawing up her man incessantly. She loved Erik in a suit. It was almost like she wanted him to mount her right then an there with how incessant she was being.

He wouldn’t want to consume her in public. Not like this. He wouldn’t grant anyone the opportunity of seeing his girl in the haze of pleasure. That was his alone to see.

The music still played in the background and she grabbed his hand. She threw a quick “we’ll be right back” over her shoulder and flashed a smile over to her friends.

Dancing her way through the crowd she led him to the lush powder room on the other side of the yacht. Once they entered she tried to push his back against the door and take possession of what she wanted — his month — stroking the inside of her mouth expertly.

Instead he grabbed her arms and spun her around and walked her to the column in the bath room and pressed his weight against her. He used one of his legs to push her flush against the column. She was now pressed against the wall.

“Calm down.” He spoke the low request into her ear and her body began to thrum with need. She shivered.

“I want —“ she began but before she could finish he cut her off.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” He asked.

How could he not know? She was his girl. He knew her like he knew how to dismember a body. Expertly.

Her body was tense against the wall still and she squirmed against him. He placed his hand at the curve of her back and pushed her hips against the wall.

“Alicia, relax.” There was no question that this was not a request.

She had no choice but to relent.

Almost immediately she released the tension she was holding and became much more malleable.

“There you are.”

He ran his nose up the column of her neck letting her sweet perfume fill his nostrils. With one hand pressing against the curve of her back he used the other to unbuckle his belt.

“What’s got you feeling so hungry huh?” He asked.

The sound of his belt made her clench in want. Was he going to use it to discipline her? Was she going to love it?

Unknown to her, he very much wanted to be in her. He really wasn’t interested in prolonging their play. Her begging and fussing had given him a semi a while ago. In this moment, he was a mere man who wanted to satisfy his basest desires.

When she heard him lower his zipper she couldn’t help the “please” that slipped from her lips.

While pulling out his member from his boxers he placed more of his weight against her. He wanted her to feel him through her dress.

She gasped.

“I know baby girl.”

His hand skirted under her dress and palmed her bare ass.

“This dress makes you look delicious.” He spoke into her ear while pumping himself to life.

“I wore it for you.” She whispered. “ I wanted you to like it.”

When she got like this. He didn’t know how to contain himself.

“I know baby. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I love it. Thank you.”

The praise had already got her into a blissful headspace.

He bent down to kiss her cheek and pressed himself into her warm heat slowly. He groaned internally and released a deep sigh.

Fucking paradise. She clung to him like a second skin. The moan she let out was obscene.

He used one hand to grip the back of her neck and the other to snake around her body to lay flat against her abdomen. She was going to feel all of him today.

Then he began his slow languid pace. Erik had been drinking and Hennessy dick was something else.

He was going to enjoy his woman tonight.

He slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast lightly.

“I love these.” He murmured lowly in her ear. His hot breath tickled and sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but clench against his thickness.

When his expert fingers found her nipple and tweaked softly she gasped.

“More.”

He bent his face to kiss the side column of her neck once more.

“Anything you want baby.” He began to thrust into her at a stronger pace. Still languid but more powerful, more intentional.

He slid his fingers down her body and they found her clit. He began lightly stroking while he whispered expletives into her ear.

“You begged me for it. Now you have to take it baby girl.”

She was almost beside herself. He knew how to work her body and the exact words to say to get her sopping wet.

“Erik” she breathed out almost urgently. Her body was already primed for release.

She’d been getting worked up since they left home. Every one of her advances had been avoided until now.

“Erik please. I need…” she gasped once more.

“What do you need baby girl? Tell me what you want. You know I got you.”

At this point his pace was brutal. His fingers toyed with her clit and she knew she was close.

“I need to cum.” She gasped out.

“That’s good to know. Thank you for sharing sweetheart.” He responded with amusement coloring his voice.

She moaned and her hand shot out to grasp his forearm. It was all the warning he needed.

“Please can I cu—“

“Go on sweet girl.” He prompted, into her ear.

Her request was cut off with her orgasm. It crashed into her unexpectedly as he placed both of his hands on her breasts and pulled her close to him.

She came down softly almost with the words “thank you” leaving her lips repeatedly like a prayer.

Erik held her up. He wasn’t done with her yet.

“Where do you want it?“ he asked, thrusts more restrained.

“In me.” She panted.

“Sweetheart that one was obvious.” He continued his pace holding himself at the brink of orgasm.

Erik had rock solid control. She couldn’t say the same for herself. She could already feel the pressure building up again. She held into his forearm. It was the only thing keeping her upright.

“Do you want to taste me? Feel my cum in your mouth and sliding down your throat?” He kissed her neck once more.

“Erik.” She begged, gasping out his name and clutching to him tighter. .

“Or should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night? Something that could slip from your pretty hole so you can be reminded whose pussy this is.”

She couldn’t help the loud moan that slipped out of her mouth at the visual.

He swiftly clamped a hand against her mouth muffling the tail end of her moan.

His head snapped over his shoulder at the door. He didn’t remember if they’d locked it.

“Come on baby girl let’s make sure we don’t invite the whole boat to our party hm?” He commented, eyes shooting back to hers. She didn’t have a care in the world. With the blissed out look on her face he knew she’d do it again.

He slid 2 fingers into her mouth and she sucked them earnestly.

“God, you are a wonder.” He shook his head to focus on the task at hand. If he let himself dwell on that he’d finish sooner than he wanted to. He didn’t want that.

“Mouth or otherwise baby girl?” He was a mere man and his woman was driving him crazy.

“In my mouf.” Her answer came out garbled due to his fingers stroking her tongue.

“I didn’t hear you sweet bits.” He kissed the spot behind her ear still pumping himself inside her with barley restrained vigor.

At this point tears were streaming down her face. He had kept her on the brink of orgasm for far too long and she was close to her breaking point.

“Please cum in my mouth daddy!”

That one got him. She never used the word but the state she had to be in to ask like that? Yeah. That was good.

He let his hand slide down her body from her breasts to her panties and his fingers found her clit once more.

He shifted his strokes. Once, twice and she was moaning against his hands in earnest. Her orgasm took over and her knees buckled. She went almost limp in his arms.

He slipped out of her and shifted to hold her body up.

“Down on your knees angel. Let me give you what you want.” He wanted her stable and primed to get her reward.

She was still vibrating from her orgasm but sank to her knees without issue.

He gripped her head and rubbed his wet tip against her lips. He pushed himself past the folds but didn’t sheath himself fully inside her wet waiting mouth.

“I can — “ lifting her arms in an attempt to grip him.

“Shhh. You had yours. Now let’s have you make yourself useful. I’ll use your body as I please to get off. And you’ll like it. I know you will.”

She arched her back almost involuntarily. When he spoke like that she couldn’t help herself.

With her knees spread on the floor Erik was met with an almost obscene view of her sex that caused him blow his load right then and there.

He groaned to himself. And watched as his cum coated her lips and teeth.

Shock covered her features and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and sucked her lips in.

“What a pretty picture.” He mused. His thighs were pretty sore but it was so worth it.

He bumped his now soft member against her mouth again and stroked her hair.

She took his head into her mouth and sucked the remaining precum from his tip before he tucked himself back into his boxers, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.

“Don’t move.” He commanded. He looked around the lush bathroom and went to grab a white washcloth from the basket of stacked clean linen.

God bless the rich.

He ran the towel through with warm water and took a knee to clean her face and between her legs gently. When he was done he kissed the inside of her thigh.

“All done.” He shot her a killer smile before offering her a hand to stand up.

He watched silently as she stumbled up before fluffing her hair and pulling down her dress.

He held out his hand to her and before they could walk out she stopped them.

“I want a kiss.” She said avoiding his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. Her gaze flickered up to meet his and she was almost shy.

“Can I please have a kiss?”

He’d just dug out her guts and she had his cum dripping from her lips but asking for a kiss was what was making her nervous.

“Of course you can. C’mere baby girl”.

He grabbed her by the waist and held her close.

Their eyes locked and he couldn’t help but look away.

When her eyebrows crinkled she let out a “What?”

“You’re so good damn beautiful mama.”

He then captured her lips in a searing kiss.

“Was that all you wanted?”

She peered up at him with a smile and nodded.

“Yeah. But this was good too.”

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AI ain’t have to go off like they did on these Erik Killmonger pictures. Lawd! 😩♥️

[apocalypse-shuffle]

ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Just Thinking” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik’s watching you…hard (and not in the sexy way).

| SFW, fluff/angst, chronic pain, someone’s gonna start crying

| picture source: Black Panther (2018) movie

| 1k+ words

Erik is watching you.

To be fair the man nearly never didn’t have his eyes glued to you, but his gaze feels new tonight.

Erik liked to claim that he wasn’t introspective because he was sure of his every move from day one but the look he was hitting you with sure seemed introspective.

You're in your bedroom, Erik having come over after work, getting ready to go to sleep. You’re bouncing around your room getting all your medicine together in one place so you can try to rest a little easier when you get in bed.

Erik’s sitting one his side of the mattress, feet planted firmly onto your carpet as he rests his arms on his legs and tracks you with his eyes.

“Do you remember where I put the stuff for my arms?”

At your question his eyes actually briefly rise to meet yours before he nods to the bathroom.

“In that green bag under the sink,” he murmurs.

You nod and immediately start moving to get it. Your body was always hurting you, that was a factor of life you just had to learn to deal with, but your nightly routine was sacred for a reason.

The pain you felt on a “good day” didn’t compare to the liquid fire in your veins and the way you wouldn’t be able to feel your legs as you walked (if you were even able to) on a bad one. Erik knew how you got too, so whenever you did this he tended to stay out of your way.

Sometimes you felt bad about how you’d often keep him up at night because of how inescapable and overwhelming the pain could get but Erik never complained in real time.

He’d bitch and moan about being tired in the morning while pressing a kiss to your forehead and still waking up early to go for his morning run and make breakfast.

Erik liked to complain but he never complained about you.

You grab the green bag from the cabinet and a pack of alcohol wipes then come back into the room.

He still hasn’t stopped looking.

You make eye contact with him every once in a while as you start measuring things out while you wait for your cold injection to warm up enough that you can inject it into your stomach. He doesn’t not keep your gaze, he just doesn’t respond to the inquiring looks you throw at him. You leave it alone for the time being. If Erik wanted to talk to you he would in his own time, the man didn’t like to keep shit in and let it fester with you if he could help it.

It’s as you’re checking your blood pressure that he finally starts moving. He gets up and holds his hand out to you when you’re about to open the little black carrying case that has your monitor inside.

There’s a question there that you answer by placing it atop his open palm.

When he brings it closer he doesn’t let go of your hand where you’re also holding it and so you offer him your own appendage right then. You can check your pressure just fine by yourself but if he wanted to do this for you you wouldn’t deny him it. At least today.

If it was a bad day and you were in way more pain than usual you tended to get short with him and didn’t like accepting his help. That would probably always be a work in progress since you didn’t like feeling reliant on anyone.

You’re doing pretty well now though. Your pain is reduced to just pin pricks all over your skin and some stiffness in your joints, the medicine taking effect to its best.

Standing in front of you Erik unzips the bag and starts putting everything together with deft fingers. He’s got the whole process over for you in two minutes. You smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth with a thank you before putting the case away.

He doesn’t move back to the bed when he’s done with that but he doesn’t try to offer to give you your shot either. You had to take it every two days and never during the duration of your relationship had you once reacted positively to him (or anyone who wasn’t your doctor) wanting to do it for you. Erik always left you to it like you wanted now, no fuss.

He sighs and then he’s finally looking into your eyes. “Do you ever regret any of it?”

Cooled down medicine in your hand you only half turn to give him your attention.

“Hmm?”

He shakes his head.

“Never mind it’s nothing.”

You narrow your eyes at him but let the silence envelop you briefly in favor of readying yourself. An injection wasn’t exactly something you could afford giving partial attention to. You glance up at him, now sitting against the headboard as his eyes bore into you. Hm.

“You gonna say what’s bothering you?”

“I’m just thinking.”

You raise an eyebrow as you attach the needle to the medicine vial and pull on the plunger to extract its contents.

“Let me go buy a lottery ticket then.”

Your delivery is dry but Erik huffs out a laugh anyway. He rubs his hands down his face.

“I’m being serious though. I mean- you don’t regret me moving you around so often?”

You wipe off underneath your stomach with rubbing alcohol as you ponder what he’s not asking you.

“You mean do I regret marrying you when you're so busy and I’m so sick?”

Erik’s lips purse and he looks away from you.

Huh.

“Erik, you’re the Wakandan Ambassador now and I knew that when we got back together. You can’t be here all the time,” you shrug. “Which is fine because I was taking care of myself before you and that hasn’t changed.”

You stop talking as you administer the shot with furrowed brows; Erik doesn’t speak. You ignore both the breaking of skin and the feel of the injection with the ease of practice, pull the needle out and then wipe it clean with another alcohol wipe.

When you look up at your husband he seems to still be thinking so you hum and start cleaning up. Band Aid first, properly dispose of everything used, pack all the medicinal stuff up, and hide it back away in the cabinet. Or the fridge.

“I could help you,” Erik punches out unprompted. He seems pained, voice constricted.

“Erik,” you gasp out as you turn to him. The implications of his words don’t even fully hit you; it's the way his hands are fisted so tight they’re shaking.

“Wakanda, they have resources. They’re the most medically advanced place in the world.”

“Erik please,”

He ignores you.

“They could help you. I could-” he takes a harsh breath and looks up to you. Your stomach flips at the look in his eyes, red and brimming with unshed tears. “All it would take is a fucking week. Baby one damned week and you wouldn’t have to do none of this shit no more and you know what they’re telling me?”

He’s not yelling, though even if he was it wouldn’t really be aimed at you, but his voice carries the weight of a scream. You know it’s only not that because it’s you he’s talking to. Your heart has also dropped out of your body.

“They said no, I couldn’t bring you to Wakanda and I couldn’t bring anything from there to you. I was out voted. I am a prince and I’m still just as useless at helping you as before-”

“Erik stop.”

His blurring form in the bed tenses as he listens and you're almost panting, chest tight. He is too. You can see his chest heaving with the pressure of his words even as a tear rolls down your cheeks. You rub it away with a sigh.

“Babe,” You crawl onto the bed with a small groan that you move right past before you're over him. You plant his face with kisses.

Erik huffs out a laugh, arms circling around your middle, but it’s reluctant.

“Yeah baby?”

He pulls you into his lap and you don’t fight it, smiling and swooping down to press a kiss right in the middle of the crease between his brows. You press two more there until the area smoothes out. You were in a good mood and you did not want to be angry about everything right now.

“I don’t need you to save me.”

“But it’s-”

“Hush,” you hold your index finger up to his mouth and he dutifully quiets. He must be more fucked up about this than you thought. You take your finger away and peck him on the lips. “No buts, alright? Now I’m not saying not to hook me up if you can get access to this treatment, but right now it’s a what if and I can’t bank my life on that.”

He rolls his eyes, “It’s not a what if though.”

“Except at this point it is, E, and the same way I’m not wasting my time on a miracle cure is the same way you shouldn’t be either.”

“Alright I see what you’re saying.” Erik’s nodding but you can tell by the grin on his face he’s got something else in mind. “Or I could steal that shit.”

“And commit treason?”

This time when he laughs it’s full, nearly knocks you from your highly coveted position and everything, and the conversation isn’t done but he’ll drop it for now. Hopefully not becoming a fugitive in the meantime.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I could’ve gone into more detail with this but I simply did not want to. Also this is not proofread yet.

(I don’t like writing Erik because I don’t think I capture him well at all but I’ve been sitting on a few stories with him and decided fuck it on this one cause it’s cute. I also have a pattern to my updates which means either cute/action/angst had to be next so everything worked out well enough.)

It’s black love day so happy that, I guess! This fic is too old for me to claim I wrote it for today but we can pretend.

[migosis]

One story, six prompts (erik killmonger x reader short)

i came out of retirement and challenged myself using prompts from @eye-raq's post here.

Synopsis: Erik is getting serious with a girl who is scared to love him b/c of past trauma. What happens when he breaks her trust?

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You were in the kitchen preparing a snack before you sat down to watch television. The distraction of being entertained by drama that wasn’t yours was exactly what you needed this evening. Even though this was your second time watching Insecure, you still couldn’t decide if you were Team Issa or Team Molly. Your phone chimed, notifying you there was motion detected on your front door step and moments later you heard a few knocks. You scoffed once you saw the footage of Erik waiting impatiently, checking to see if there was a key under a planter nearby. You barely cracked the door open before walking back in the house towards the kitchen. You heard him smack his lips, but you were genuinely unconcerned in the moment about his frustration. He was hot on your tail following you into the kitchen where you faced away from him and continued cutting your pineapple.

“I don’t like being hung up on, that’s some grimy shit.” He declared.

“Unfortunately for you Erik, I dont really give a fuck about what you like right now. I told you I wanted space so I’m not sure why you’re here.”

“Y/n, that was 4 days ago. I'm tired of this, all you do is shut down. It would be one thing if you actually moved on, but you're still mad about the same shit four days later. Like where does that leave me?"

"I don't know." You said nonchalantly. 

"See this what the fuck I be talking about. Is this a relationship or not?"

"Erik, I don't know what you want from me.”

"I want you to stop fucking running and talk to me so we can get past this. I want more than this, I’m tired of playing games."

"I don't want to get past it. I just want to be heard. And clearly you couldn't do that so I hung up."

"Babe, I heard you. I told you I was sorry and I even understood where you was coming from. I told you how I could’ve handled it better, but why am I the only one that has to be accountable? You went thru my phone and found something you shouldn't have been looking for in the first place. Why you can't admit that? Why you can't admit that you didn't trust me in the first place?"

"Erik, stop. I really don't wanna do this." Here you were trying to stave off the immense emotion you felt in that moment. You could place it, but your chest was tight, palms hot, and you used the back of your hand to stave off tears that threatened to fall. 

Erik's chest ached when he heard your voice crack. He hated to see you cry, and even more for him to be at the source of it. He was truly apprehensive in trying to soothe you. He knew you were asking for space, but who else was going to do the work of soothing you and earning your trust back. In a group chat, his friends commented on y/n’s “standoff-ish” demeanor and implying that she was insecure in her looks and suggested that he could do better. Y/n’s heart sank when Erik did not defend her, but only replied insisting they mind their business and making several jokes about their failed relationships. 

He stepped closer from behind. He placed his hand over yours gently, prying the knife out of her and sitting it down.

"Listen y/n, this love shit is scary as hell but I'm willing to accept it. Are you?"

Love? You questioned internally, had he meant to say that. It felt unreal, but not unreal enough for you to deny it. When you thought about how Erik treated you, you could tell he loved you. And even though you had labeled the relationship you and him had kindled everything else under the sun it was only in this moment you realized what you two had cultivated was love. 

Even despite this realization, some wounded part in you needed to push back. "Erik, I don't think you know what you're saying." You shook your head. You could feel his hands around your waist now, making you tense up. But when he rested his head on your shoulder, you began to breathe again. If you could so casually let him in, it also meant that letting him go wouldn’t be so easy. You needed to make a fight, construct walls, not allow yourself to get used to his love because the love you were used to was unstable, unreliable, and unsafe. In reality Erik had been the opposite of all of those things to you, so this was the moment you understood the problem all along was not that you needed to let him in like he’d been pleading for. You needed to let you out. This solitary confinement was making your love for Erik complicated. It was making his love for you hard, while it could be so easy. His love truly swept you up and held you tight. It was hard to breathe his air, but with all of these realizations flooding your mind, you know you could not keep suffocating yourself with burdens of the past or concerns of the future.

His lips found your neck and he promptly turned you around to face him. Gently, he brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

"You know how I feel about you, it's already apparent. Please don’t cry baby."

He kissed you again and your hand grabbed onto the front of his shirt holding him there. You pulled him deeper into your mouth. Tasting him again felt amazing and the way his hands grazed your hips made you want him in other ways. You hummed into his mouth out of pure impulse. When you pulled away, you turned leaning over the counter and pressed your backside into him. You grinded against him, tempting him to palm your ass. His hand continued up your back, grabbing you up against his chest by your ponytail. She quickly went to untie the elastic on her pajama shorts and pull them down but Erik's hand stopped her. 

"Wait."

"What?" She questioned as he stepped back from her painstakingly slow.

"Erik c’mooon." She whined at him. Once she actually looked back at him, she could see the pensive look he had on his face which made her fill with concern.

"Sex isn't going to make this go away.”

"I know that, Erik." She nearly rolled her eyes, but she was trying her best to be earnest.

"I want you to talk to someone baby.”

Off rip, you were immediately embarrassed at the thought of him telling you that you needed some type of help. 

“I’m not ready for that yet.”

“Well you’re not talking to me and I’m trying to stay together, so am I worthy enough to change your mind?”

“Can you be flexible? How about we talk to someone?”

“Couples therapy? I never thought I’d need that corny ass shit.” He muttered the last part quietly. “But I love you and I know you do too, so you’re really gonna have to convince me otherwise.”

It was hard to bring yourself to say those words so you simply stated. "I do." He smirked and lifted you on the counter. He looked you over and told you how much he missed you. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. You held his scruffy jaw, beckoning him closer to you. You barely flinched when his hand crept around your neck, and finally found home grasping your chest.

"I thought you said no sex." You said breathlessly.

"That was before, now I'm about to make love to you."

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Kingdom Come

You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn’t happen again.

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Erik would do something like this💀💀

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Ch 7 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Kari woke up with the warmth of another person. She leaned in further to the warmth. She could get used to sleeping with Dr. Stevens. She had only dreamt of stuff like this. To come home to your wealthy, providing man after he just bought dinner, and fucked you to sleep.

“Morning Kitten.”

Kari sank deeper into his chest. She was growing fond of the way that he said it. Erik rubbed her back gently, giving her a few moments to think about last night’s endeavors.

“Are you hungry?”

Kari didn’t respond. It took Erik a moment to realize that she was back asleep on his chest. He didn’t stop drawing the patterns. It was quite comforting to him. He’s not sure what today will look like.

He tried to remove Kari’s hands and body from where they rested on his chest, but Kari’s grip was stronger than he had realized. He would wake the girl if he moved her. Erik thought for a second.

He slow trailed his hands down Kari’s body, knowing which areas were most likely to entice a response from the woman. He squeezed her hips then lowered his large hands to her ass. His fingers grazed the entrance of her exposed heat, that’s when he felt her body twitch. His fingertips ghosted the skin of her folds. Kari’s eyes slowly blinked open.

She felt exposed from her place underneath the blankets. Humiliation was starting to creep up on her as she felt her naked skin touching Erik’s. Was she moving too fast? Is this it? Did she prove that she was easy?

Erik felt the uptick of Kari’s heartbeat. She was thinking too much. He trailed his hands back to Kari’s waist and encouraged her to straddle him. She was still nervous about Erik seeing her like this, so exposed and vulnerable. He gently pushed her hands away from her breast, where she placed them to instinctively hide herself from his gaze, but Erik was not having it.

I’ve already seen it Kitten. Please don’t hide.

“Do you trust me?” Erik asked. He studied Kari’s expression. She was thinking about it. Did she trust him? He hadn’t given her a reason not to. She was just pondering about the possibility of marrying the man so she had to have some type of forsaken agreement to trust him.

“Yes.” She responded softly. To Kari’s surprise she was able to meet his gaze. Maybe because she had no where else to look. For the first time that morning Erik smiled. Good.

“I’m happy to have gained your trust Kari. But I need you to do me a favor, okay?” Erik expressed. Kari nodded but Erik gave her the benefit of the doubt. She had gone through a lot of changes within the last twenty four hours.

“I need you to find your anchor and to hold on to it. Don’t worry so much about this,” he started, referring to the new alliance between the two.

Erik determined that Kari suffered from some branch of anxiety. The sudden increases to her heartbeat reminded him of the panic attack that he helped neutralize. If he was serious about making Kari the wife of he and his ego, then he would like if she didn’t have a heart attack before he had the chance to court her.

“Here.” He was giving her his Navy pendant. The customized necklace was one that he never wore and he knew that Kari would take pristine care for it. It also symbolized his intentions with the girl.

Kari’s eyes lit up as Erik placed the necklace around her neck, forgetting that she was even naked. She was warming up to idea of ignoring her instinctual nature to cover up. She was very excited to wear the pendant underneath each of her outfits. She would feel closer to the doctor everyday, especially during the nights where he would be in the operating room for more than half of the day.

“Do you like me Dr. Stevens?” Asked softly. Erik chuckled. That was a very comical question.

“I suppose the purse didn’t really express that.” Erik replied. Kari shook her head.

“It’s just that I know that you are busy with most of your time being spent at the hospital, and you have options, and you have the political ability to speak for the Governor, and-“ Kari was frantically trying to explain herself but was ultimately unsuccessful. Erik was trying to keep up with her message but she was constantly adding new ideas on top of those initial ones.

He knew what the underlying issue was. She was jealous about the idea of sharing Erik. That’s cute. Erik hadn’t gave any of his peers more than an obligatory conversation that typically discussed a patient and a plan for their care. He wasn’t exactly as nice as he was to Kari.

“It’s just you and I, kitten. Please don’t mention anyone else beyond this point.” He was growing irritable of the images of his less appealing colleagues when Kari was in front of him and naked.

“Okay.” She laid her head down to rest on top of Erik. He was just relieved to feel her heart beating at a normal pace again. Kari was content with his response. Dr. Stevens was clearly just as interested in her as she was interested in him.

“You know I really do like my purse.” She said from her place on his chest.

“If you tell me what you want to eat then we can pick you out another one.” Erik knew what he was doing. Kari’s head shot up from his chest. Kari’s self control was in critical danger. Soon she would be nothing more than Dr. Stevens’ compliant little sub that received whatever she wanted.

“I- that won’t be necessary really. I can’t accept-“ Kari was trying to remove herself from Erik’s grasp as she spoke but he kept her still. Kari was frustrated at what his large hands were doing to her.

“I don’t want to hear that Kari.” Erik was getting impatient. “I know what you need.”

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Erik smirked to himself as he stalked away from the shapely woman fuming behind him. He knew that Noli could not stand to see him coming and honestly he didn’t give her a good first impression so he couldn’t be upset about her feelings. However, that didn’t stop him from picking with her just to get a reaction. Okay, he might have had a tiny crush on the woman….or a little more than a tiny crush. She was hard not to like and admire. She stood around 5'6 and was built like God took all of his time making sure she was perfect and don’t get him started on that southern charm she carried with her everywhere she went. That accent of hers drove him wild on more than one occasion. Erik never fathomed the thought of stepping a toe into Mississippi until he met her but he had to thank whoever was responsible for the ethereal creation that was Noli.

Shaking his head of the young woman Erik glanced at his phone and grimaced at the 30 missed calls from someone he never wanted to communicate with again, Angel. Yeah, more like Satan's reincarnate. Erik met the young woman at a Gala for the Outreach Center three months ago and she had become a thorn in his side. At first everything was fine until she began to pester him about getting into an official relationship. She even told him she had picked out a wedding ring and knew what she wanted to name their kids. The bitch was fucking crazy and after she began to tell her friends and family that he was thinking of proposing he knew he had to cut her off. The problem was that she did not want to back down and had been continuously been calling, texting, and showing up at his apartment.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Erik's phone jolted awake in his hand with the familiar vibrations of a phone call incoming and he knew exactly who it was. "How may I help you Angel?" "Stop fucking ignoring me Erik! I know you see me calling you, stop playing this little game with me and just act right for once damn!" That was the one thing that always pissed him off about her. She was a fucking spoiled brat who was always used to getting everything she wanted because she came from a wealthy family. Her father was a a thriving business owner and had multiple five star restaurants all throughout Cali and had just opened a new one in Vegas. Her father was the reason she was even at the Gala that night because he brought her as plus one. Daddy's little hellhound wasn't required to have a job. "I'm not fucking playing with you. When we started this shit I told you what the fuck I was on and you agreed did you not," he gritted into the receiver as he had finally begun to reach a breaking point with her bullshit. He stood there for a second before he heard whimpering from the other line that eventually turned into full blown sobs. She sounds like a wounded dog. "Why are you doing this to me? I was a good woman to you, I even did that threesome you asked for and you can't even make me your girlfriend? Was I only a fuck toy to you," Her voice was getting louder and louder as she fired off questions and he could tell she was getting ready to blow but of course he had to light the final match to set her on fire. "Yes," and with that simple word he hung up knowing exactly what she was about to do which was more than likely send a string of messages filled with threats he had no fear of. With that out of his way he decided to finally take his shower since he had just come in from a jog when he noticed the package sitting outside of Noli's door and picked it up pretending it was left at his just so he could have an excuse to bother her. Call him childish but seeing her nose wrinkle up every time she was agitated with him was the cutest thing ever and he would bother her all day just to see it again and again. Simp ass nigga. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts before he stepping into his shower with thoughts of his plans for the rest of his Saturday.

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