#killmonger fic

[yns-world]

lion & lioness

title: lion & lioness

pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader

summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader death

a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3

As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 

When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 

Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 

A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 

“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 

His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 

Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 

“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 

It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 

But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  

“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.

“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 

Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.

This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.

Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.

“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 

Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.

After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.

He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 

He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 

In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 

The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 

Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.

“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.

He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.

“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 

Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”

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Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 

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Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 

But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 

It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.

Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 

Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 

“Rest easy, my Queen.”

When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.

Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.

Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 

Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.

As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.

Leona. 

And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 

Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 

The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 

Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 

Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.

“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”

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[henneseyhoe]

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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[rimaiahwrites]

Our secret part 2

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

It was y/n 19th birthday and all her friends and family were over to celebrate her day!

She was Beyond excited, everything was falling perfectly into plan.

Her birthday theme were lemons, there was lemons literally everywhere. She had a Lemon cake, yellow tablecloths and of course for drinks there was lemonade, and to top it all off she had on a cute white princess cut dress with yellow lemons over over it! She had retired the two puffs and settled for one big afro with a cute  yellow Ruben tied around her head, She had light makeup and her lips were glossed and shiny.

She and her best friends dance and Sang along to the lyrics coming from the speaker loudly. Her mother laughed and quickly grabbed the camera- "smile guys!" She told the girls. Y/n put on a big smile and posed.

After dancing and singing their lungs out she were winded and tired. She huffed out air. It was extremely hot out today "I'll be back guys." She told her friends and walked back into her kitchen. Her bare feet slapping against the cold floors.

She could hear her dad and his friends from in the living room watching the game, the smell of beers and the sound of her dads laugher brought a since of comfort.

She grabbed a glass of lemonade and chucked it down... As she did so her mind began to wonder off to her brother...where was he? He was here earlier but he disappeared out of nowhere. A couple of his friends were supposed to come too maybe they had all went to the neighborhood park to play basketball like usual she thought.

Speaking of his friends she was a little bummed that Erik wasn't in town. He had went off to college two years ago and she haven't seen or heard from him since last summer when he had spent the summer with her family.. she thought about him a lot, maybe a bit to much.

"Y/n!" Her brother called from the kitchen door, shirt off and dripping with sweat. Speak of the devil. She crunched her face and plugged your nose shut. "Gross."

"Shut up, who's outside." He asked. She slightly rolled her eyes. "My friends a few of mom friends and mom, don't go out there until you take a shower you reek." She said and fake gagged yourself.

"Alright alright, Get off me I'm going but their someone outside on the porch that wants to see you." He said as he set the ball down and jogged up stairs to freshen up. She were froze for a second. Is it who she thinks it it? Her heart started thumping hard as she shakily set her glass down and pushed herself to walk to the front door. She opened the door and was face to face with the big 6'0 boy- or man now that she had fallen in love with over two summers of sneaky kisses and touches.

Her cheeks grow hot as she walk through the door and shut it.

He towered over her even more now then before. He still smelled good, and for the most part still looked the same...except he grow facial hair. She was shocked.

"Hi Erik!" She squealed as she jumped to hug him. He caught her and squeeze her back as he chuckled.

"Wassup lil mama, I feel like I haven't seen you in so long! I missed you." He said as he set her back on her feet and kissed her on her cheek, making her stomach flutter. "I missed you too! You left us to go back to that bougie college." She said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes jokily. He chuckled. "I know I know I should've came to visit earlier but I was busy you know how it is-" Erik explain before he was cut off be the girl sitting on the porch swing that y/n had completely missed and didn't notice at all. Y/n frown and turned her big brown eyes back to Erik, he bit his lip nervously.

"Oh yeah my bad, Vanessa this is y/n, y/n this is my girlfriend Vanessa." Erik said smiling at the both of them. Her heart slowly sank as her smile softened to almost a frown before she put on a fake cheerful smile.

His girlfriend?

"Hi..." she shyly said to Vanessa before looking back at Erik with sad eyes.

Vanessa glanced at Erik as well but more confused then anything. Erik chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um well it's nice to meet you y/n and happy birthday! Time moves fast I still remember my 19th birthday like it was yesterday!" Vanessa laughed, making Erik laugh as well.

Obviously It was only three years ago more then likely...

"Thanks...Um I'm about to go in...I'll see you guys later." She said as she back away.

"Actually I'm staying the week with your bother!" Her face dropped once again. Not only today but the whole week? Great fucking great.

"Oh well is Vanessa staying here too?" She said playing with the end of her dress. She had to ask cause if so she would try to stay at one of her friends house or maybe even at her grandmas.

"No, her family live here too she's going to stay at her aunts place." She hummed in response before Turning around and going back into the house.

"She's...weird." Vanessa said scrunching her face. "Chill, she's just not used to new people plus nobody told her you were coming to her birthday party." Erik said as bit annoyed with Vanessas comment. She rolled her eyes and sat back down as they wait for her bother to come back down.

As she walked back into the kitchen her eyes were glossy and red. She didn't want to cry she really didn't but the tears were forming and her throat was starting to feel tight.

Her birthday was going good why did he have to ruin it.

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After she opened her gifts, ate her cake and cleaned up it was time to go to bed.

Her friends had went home and she tried her best to pretend like Erik and Vanessa wasn't there but Erik just kept on talking to her so it was bad to be mad at him but it hurt so bad to watch him and his girlfriend be so playful with each other and all lovely. She sat on his lap the whole time and it was eating her up inside. She was jealous and weren't very sure if she should be but she couldn't help it.

Erik was her first love.

Y/n parents and brother had all went to bed hours ago, it was now 1:25 in the morning and her stomach ached from being empty.

Y/n got up and put on her slippers,  pulled her night gown down over her butt and stepped out of the room, closing her door softly.

She snuck down stairs and made her way to the kitchen. pouring herself some of the lemonade that her mom had made earlier.

"Why you up so late little one?" You heard from the door frame making you jumped spilling your juice down your soft pink gown. Y/n frowned looking down at her gown. "Don't worry about it, you ain't my daddy." She hissed pouring the rest of the lemonade in the sink. Erik's eyebrows raised a slight smirk on his face. "I see you got a mouth on you now huh?" Her face didn't move from the frown. She definitely didn't find anything amusing about this right now.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she made her way towards him to leave the kitchen...but he stayed in place.

"Move."

"I'm just trying to talk to you princess why you being so mean to me? I haven't see you in so long." She cross her arms across her chest. Now was not the time. "Erik move I don't want to talk."

"is it because of Vanessa? You jealous?" He chuckled. He thought this was funny clearly. She was hurt because of him and here he is laughing at her, right in her face.

She tore her eyes from his looking at the other side of the kitchen as the tears came filling her eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "Th-that's funny to you? Erik you hurt my feelings and you think it's funny? What the fuck is wrong with you? You played with my feelings and made it seem like you l-...loved me Erik," she said choking on her words now looking at him.

hot tears streaming down her face now. Erik's face dropped when he saw her tears. "Y/n, princess.." he sighed looking at her through his eyelashes, she hated that she thought he looked so cute right now and the way that the little pet name he gave her a couple years back still made her tummy feel warm and tingly...It all started with a silly game to this...

"baby you know we can't be together, I'm away in my second year of college and you haven't even graduated high school yet, you my best friends little sister I can't date you-"

"But you can fuck me right? Is that all I am to you? Just a fuck doll-"

"No no princess-"

"Stop calling me that!" You whispered yelled at him pocking him in the chest.

"You were just using me because I was naïve! Erik you made it seem like you actually liked me...like you loved me! You told me nothing would change when you went to college but then showed up to my birthday party with a girlfriend I had no idea about!" Her tears still streaming down her face. Erik really had nothing to say, she left him speechless, but what could he even say?

"I guess it is partly my fault also for being so stupid to even think you would like me like that huh?" Erik so badly wanted to tell her how he felt but it would only cause more damage and leave her thinking y'all could be more then what they were, in the end she would only get her hopes up again and end up with her feelings hurt.

He so badly wanted to grab her and Comfort you.

"Good night Erik." She pushed past him and headed back up stairs.

Y/n grabbed her teddy bear off her bed and crawled into her Secret room, shutting the door behind her. She turned on her fairy lights and it lit up the small room just enough. She snuggled into her blankets, and cried. She cried her little heart out.

Who would have known her brothers best friend would be the reason for her broken heart.

Why did he have do this to her on her birthday at that...

The day was soured all because he didn't even consider her feelings nor seem like he cared in the slightest.

He had that girl smiling all in her face like he wasn't fingering fucking her all last summer, sharing sweet kisses and cuddles, like he was sharing deep parts of his past to her. Her heart ached so badly that she had to grab it tightly as she cried into her teddy, this wasn't fair.. this wasn't fair at all she shouldn't be crying right now but she felt so betrayed by someone that showed her how to love, how to make love, how to feel loved..

She sank deeper into her comforter and let out soft gut wrenching sobs.

Her first heart break was her big brothers best friend, how naive of her.

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this not the end yall im gonna write a part three ❤️

for some reason I thought I finished this and posted it already.  also I'm way more active on tumblr so if you wanna follow I'll love that, I'm going to be writing about a few of my favorite anime characters too so if you fucking with that follow @rimaiahwrites !!

P.s I still have a deep love for writing yall and wanna finish these projects but life been LIFE'N THESE PAST COUPLE YEARS IM SORRY 😭❤️

[bizzybkd]

Cornbread (1)

Killmonger x pregnant!reader / part one

Warnings: None, just super fluffy, and in this AU, Erik’s father never left Wakanda but he did pass at the same time as in canon, Erik just grew up surrounded by the rest of his family instead

As you looked amongst your closet, the growing mound on your front told you that most of your clothing wouldn’t properly fit you anymore right now. Carrying your fiancé’s big headed baby boy had given you enough reason to buy larger sized clothing ahead of time. Of course, most of the clothes you wore were Erik’s, seeing as he was almost an entire foot taller than you.

You reached your hand inside and pulled out one of Erik’s Nike tech outfits, the much larger size telling you that as long as you didn’t spill anything on it, and your baby didn’t suddenly decide to come two weeks early and have your water break whilst sitting on the couch, Erik wouldn’t be upset once he saw you in it.

Said man had already taken his leave to go to work, a job you knew very little about but didn’t care to know much. You had your dream Cadillac in the garage and subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, HBO Max, and Disney+ and more than enough good food in the kitchen. Whether it needed to be made or even just removed from the packaging, you couldn’t be happier with the selection. Erik always made sure you had your favorites, which at the time were goldfish crackers, plantain chips, ice cold water from your preferred refillable water bottle, and your soon-to-be Auntie-in-law’s homemade cornbread, which Erik would either take you to get personally from her in Wakanda or he would go get himself.

For a royal family that could have any chef they desired and any food they could ask for at their finger tips, Queen Mother making cornbread always seemed to brighten your mood no matter what.

As you looked in the fridge for your cornbread, you looked at the container the cornbread was in had been gone, and taking a quick glance at the sink, you knew exactly why.

‘You ate the last piece of cornbread?!’ You sent to your fiancé’s phone, fingertips typing ten words a second at how furious you were becoming. How dare he! Taking the last piece of cornbread he knew you loved and knew he wouldn’t have time to get for another few days due to work. How dare he taken something quick to eat in his late morning that you had wanted first!

After five minutes passed of you staring at the message sitting on “delivered”, it finally changed to “read 11:27am”.

‘…’

‘…’

‘Babygirl, there was only one piece left.’ He replied, having deleted and retyped his message three times as the dots had told on him.

‘That was my last piece! Now there isn’t anymore and I want some! When can we get more?’

‘Maybe Thursday, (Y/n). I don’t know, I shouldn’t be talking right now, okay? I’ll get you your cornbread.’

You glared at the message and simply put a ‘thumbs up’ on it in reply, letting out a long groan of frustration before putting a hand over your belly, in your act of anger, you had forgotten to actually get something to eat. Getting up with a huff, you trudged to the kitchen with much less gumption that you had before. Pulling the box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cabinet and the oat milk from the fridge, you made yourself a quick bowl of cereal, leaving everything out by you as you knew you would want another few bowls.

An hour or so later, still saddened by the lack of cornbread as you munched on the bland tasting plantain chips you had beside you. The mediocre game show on screen made you cringe, it was obvious the contestants were guessing wrong on purpose to the easiest questions just to make the episode hit its target screen time. It annoyed you to no end, but seeing as you binged all your shows and wouldn’t dare taint your mind’s taste buds by risking a new show or movie, you settled.

Out of boredom, you decided to treat yourself, you were cornbread-less, patience-less, and had what the doctors assumed to be a seven to eight pound baby in your belly. Wakanda was only a short ten hour trip by flight, and practically 30 minutes if you could convince your cousin-in-law, Princess Shuri or King T’Challa to send a jet to your house.

You had always known about Erik, well, N’Jadaka, Erik simply being the name he took undercover when he came to America where he met you. You figured out pretty quickly he was the prince, shaving his beard, contacts and a switch from locs to a fade didn’t do as much disguising as he’d hoped, not from you anyway.

You kept his secret while you both attended MIT, as long as he promised to help you pass your physics and trigonometry courses. Aside from numbers and formulas, those weren’t the only things you were happy to take with you once you graduated.

Now having dated four years and being eight months pregnant, with a beautiful 4 carat engagement ring on your finger, and a very strong bond between your fiancé and his family, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for your pregnant self to call the princess and king if you needed something while Erik was at work.

Dialing Shuri’s kimono beads with your own she’s given you, it was almost immediately she answered, a large smile on her holographic face.

“(Y/n)!! It’s great to hear from you!! How are you and my nephew? Sleeping okay? Resting? Eating well?” She cried, the background of the hologram showing she must’ve been at work in her lab.

“Hello, Shuri, I’m doing very well thank you, M’Jabe too. Erik ate the last piece of Queen Mother’s cornbread this morning and I was hoping I’d be able to come get more? It’s really been the only thing keeping me—“

“Right away! I’ll speak with cousin later but for now you come here!!” Shuri interrupted, an interruption you couldn’t care less for as it meant you’d be getting what you wanted. “The jet will be there in ten minutes, shall you pack a bag and stay the night again?” She asked.

You’d stayed the night last month, having had phantom contractions that had easily convinced you that you were in labor. Seeing as it had been another four weeks since then, it was obvious you were wrong. Knowing you still had two weeks before your due date, you deemed yourself perfectly fine not to stay long, especially with how busy the royal family were already.

“No, Shuri, but thank you, I’ll stay again in a week or two since M’Jabe will be due then.” You assured her. She nodded solemnly but smiled. “That’s fine, but the next sleepover I’ll be meeting my nephew so I’ll be looking forward to that!”

You let out a laugh and nodded. You and Shuri continued to talk until the jet arrived, having put on a jacket to combat the nipping mid October weather and a pair of fuzzy slippers you loved. Okoye met you at the top of the stairs into the jet, giving you a smile as you walked in, lending you a hand up the steps as you used the other hand to hold your belly.

“Enkosi, General.” You smiled as she nodded and helped you to a seat.

“Of course, (Y/n), it’s good to see you’re doing well, I’d hoped you would with prince N’Jadaka.” She replied, earning a laugh from you and your son who kicked your kidney in agreement. God he wasn’t even born yet and he was heavy handed like his father.

The ride to Wakanda was short of course, and for good reason, you could only feel your drool escaping your lips as you nearer the great castle, as if smelling the cornbread being made already.

Erik called you after you landed and we’re being escorted inside.

“Why are you in Wakanda?” He asked almost immediately after you answered.

“I wanted my cornbread.” You replied matter-of-factly.

He let out an audible sigh. “You’re a trip..” he let out a soft chuckle before it turned into a light laugh. He loved your attitude, and his ability to tame it. “Don’t worry, Babygirl, I’ll be there soon. Tell Auntie and the other two I said hey.”

You smiled and walked along the long hallways with Okoye, her simply going about her duty alongside you. You couldn’t tell if she was just a master of not showing her opinions through her face, or if she truly tuned out your conversation. It didn’t really matter to you.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you when you get here. And I forgive you for eating my cornbread.” You smiled, rubbing your belly gently.

He let out yet another laugh, but this one came from his gut, he truly found you amusing and that’s one of the things he truly loved about you. You loved his laugh as well.

“Thank you for forgiving me baby. I won’t touch your cornbread again.” He said in defeat, you could hear the smile in his voice and it made you blush. God, even after four years he could make you giggle like a school girl.

“Get here soon, me and M’Jabe miss you lots..” you admitted. Curse your pregnancy tongue.

Erik noticed the small difference in your tone, how sad you suddenly became at the thought of him being so far away. He hated doing that to you, no matter what his duties were. Of course, him working was to provide for the human you both created that was only days away from coming along. You and your baby were his priorities and everything else came second, so as much as he’d want to spend hours and hours tending to your pregnant form and giving you all the treatment you deserved, being able to stay with his family was the next best thing.

“How about you stay in Wakanda until my son comes along?” He asked you, knowing you had already discussed how you wanted to stay in the comfort in your own home until it was time. But you also knew that he was worried about that plan, what if you went into labor and he wasn’t home or couldn’t make it home, he’ll be damned before you had to take yourself to a rinky dunk hospital that charged almost 100k just for birthing the child and even just holding it afterwards, before the baby was born of course.

You went silent for a bit to think it over, you knew what he was worried about but also knew what you wanted. Being hormonal and pregnant, missing your fiancé who couldn’t be there for what you knew wouldn’t be another two hours, and in a castle you hadn’t spent more than a week at a time in, tears welled in your eyes.

You quickly wiped them away and did your best to hide the sudden spiral in your voice.

“How about we talk about that when you get here, baby, I don’t wanna make any decisions without looking each other in the face.” You said, mustering a smile.

Erik nodded, he knew that would make you feel better.

“Alright, baby, that sounds good. I’ll talk to you then, okay? I love you.” He finally said.

“I love you back..” you replied, hanging up the phone and letting soft tears fall as you made it to the thrown room.

Face to face was how you liked to handle things anyway. That how you got M’Jabe to be two weeks away to being in the world anyway.

Well… maybe not two weeks.

[anime-kia]

My Boyfriend and My Best Friend Are Doppelgängers!

I was listening to BMO by Ari Lennox and I started to think about Adonis, it only makes sense for him to have at least one appearance in my book, right!?

Also, this thing about guys loving 2K like it's their newborn child is a real ass thing.

I'm not following the Creed 2 storyline, neither am I following the exact BP storyline. And I'm not writing about the fight between Adonis and Viktor either.

No Warnings.

Relationship: Boyfriend Erik x Reader x Best Friend Adonis Creed

You never expected that buying Erik 2K20 on his birthday would cause him to completely forget about you. Of course he was very appreciative about it. He even gave you one of the best dick-downs for it in fact, but when you really thought about it as you woke up and heard the game running with him talking to which ever one of his friends over the headset, you knew exactly what his plan was. 

You could even imagine the smug smirk on his face as he told his friends, I put that ass right to sleep. 

It was as if that damn game became part of his life, almost as if it and the oxygen he breathed had the same value. The only times that he would get off was if he needed to eat, use the bathroom and sleep (which only lasted four hours). He was currently not busy with work, so he had all the free time in the world to play. 

For the first week it was nice, you could leave the house in his favourite lingerie set if you wanted to and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash. He was always so damn protective of you like a father worrying about his daughter's first date, but you were grown and he was annoying. 

But the following weeks where you were touch-starved and craving attention were not so nice. You would call his name and he would either respond with a half-assed hum or nothing at all. The most that you got out of him was when you threatened that you were gonna go and fuck your ex, but Erik promised that he would kill him. 

"You must want that nigga to die." Was all he said. Erik wouldn't even have to do it, one phone call and the job would be done. You harboured no hatred towards that ex, so you certainly didn't test Erik's threat. 

Even though it seemed as if his big headed ass was paying no attention to you, he was very observant and could tell you exactly what was what, who was where and when something happened. 

Then there was three nights ago where you were that desperate and ended up treating yourself to look real nice for him. Ironic isn't it. You got a Brazilian sugar wax and everywhere was nice and smooth, you got your hair done in passion twists, decorated with those cute gold cuffs and one string in the front. Then you took a trip to the salon and spent it by getting a facial, full body massage and a complimentary mani-pedi and a natural looking makeover for spending all of that money. His money to be exact.

When you got home, you still smelled like the spa which had a coconut and honey type of fragrance, very warm and comforting. The old doorman at your building made sure to let you know that you graced his nostrils with such a lovely scent as you passed by. 

Of course Erik was still in the living room, so you snuck into your shared bedroom, slipping into the new gold and black lingerie that you purchased from an adult shop downtown. The bra was gold with black lace and the panties were gold with a frilly black lace around the hip line. Best part about it, everything was easy access. 

Before showing off to him, like you always did anytime you bought anything new or got any kind of makeover, you did a quick touch up on your makeup, flipped the twists to one side of your head, and put on your black lace robe. You even took a few pictures in the tall mirror just to look back at this and appreciate how bomb you look right now. 

The more you stared at yourself, the more shy you got. You didn't get dolled up like this for Erik anymore now that you both lived together. Sex was almost a daily thing between you two- rather it was before 2K came in the picture.

You strolled out of your shared room, into the living room where he was comfortably seated. Shirtless and in a pair of basketball shorts. 

"Bruh, pass the damn b- Yo bae, move-" He stopped talking as soon as he finally took a better look at you. "Shit."

"Hey, Erik." You say in a seductive voice and walk over to him, taking a seat right on his lap.

He immediately started to smell you, "What you got on girl?" His warm tongue immediately latched on your neck causing you to moan lightly. 

"I went to the spa."

"And you did all this for me?" He admired you some more. What was missing were his hands, that you hadn't realized were still on the controller. 

"Mhm, all for you." You leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips. As far as you could tell he was as aroused as you were, considering his hard member that was pressing against your thigh. 

Unfortunately, that was all ruined when he almost jumped out of the seat and almost let you fall, "You was suppose to make that, bruh!" 

"Ahh! Fucking hell, Erik!" You fumed and tried to get up only for him to hold you back down.

"Aye, aye, where you going, ma? I ain't done witchu." 

"Nah fuck that, you can't even pause the game for me." 

"I would, but it's online. Besides... I'm tryna fuck you right here, right now, princess." 

Your eyes widened as you could hear his friends laughing through his headset and calling him variations of a clown and that he plays too much.

"Nah b, I could be balls deep in some pussy and still whoop y'all asses." Erik said laughing, he was really enjoying this too much.

"Let go of me!" You push and finally get out of his weakened barrier. You stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door. 

"She cool. Imma be in them guts later though. Right, babe?!" You could hear him boasting to his friends.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and turning your TV on instead. It was a good thing you decided on buying two tv's for your apartment, incase of "emergencies" like this. 

While flipping through the channels in hopes to find something, even a thriller to get your mind off of the flop in your plans, you're stopped by an extremely familiar face on one of the sports stations. One who looks so similar to the big head sitting in the living room yelling at a game. Only this one doesn't have dreads or scars decorated all over his body. 

He was up against Viktor Drago, and if you remembered correctly, that is the son of Ivan Drago who killed Apollo, Adonis' father. It appeared that they were doing some weighing of both men. Adonis was shorter than Viktor and it made you question whether he should be fighting someone that much larger.

They were close enough to each other, even Ivan was there who whispered something to Adonis and all hell broke loose. Ivan was shoved, Adonis was shoved even harder and he was cussing and beyond ready to fight. 

He really hasn't changed.

You met Donnie back in high school. He didn't stay in one place for long, but your relationship with him never faltered. The first time you both spoke was during a science project in the ninth grade. He suggested you do a basic ass volcano with baking soda and vinegar, but a) you were too smart to make something so simple and b) it was messy. You both argued for a bit until you came to the (biased) conclusion that you would make a platform to "see" sound. 

The whole time you were constructing the simple project, he criticized you and called it dumb until you told him to make a beat, in which he also called stupid, but did it anyway. He ended up enjoying it though. You both spent hours watching the sprinkles dance along the plastic wrap to the different variations of sound you both made. It was weird, but that was the beginning of a true friendship.

As you both matured together, so did your hobbies and interests. By the twelfth grade, at your cousins house party, Adonis was the one to take your virginity and you took his as well. It certainly was awkward, but you never regretted it, not even now. You were still friends after that, maybe a little intimate, but friends-with-a-few-benefits-here-and-there at most.

It was really nice to see him again after he moved out to Philly. With Erik becoming your boyfriend and Adonis living out his dreams, finding time for each other was hard. Fortunately, the fight would be held in Los Angeles so he would be spending his time out in Cali for the time being. Plus, the fight was only a few weeks away.

You picked up your phone from the night stand and looked at your contacts list. His name was still there, closer to the bottom though. Hopefully he didn't change it. But then again, the only thing he ever really changed were his outfits and place of residence. He always had on the cleanest, newest, freshest outfits and sneakers. Erik was also like that, funny huh?

You: Hey idk if u changed ur number... I see ur in town tho. Wanna grab something to eat someday? 

You tossed your phone to the side, heart pounding as if you were texting a celebrity crush. It didn't even take two minutes before your phone started ringing.

"No way..." You looked on the screen to see his name pop up: Donnie. You contemplated answering, what if it was some creep who stole his phone, or maybe a manager, or maybe a jealous ex girl- or maybe it's just him... You sigh heavily, calming your nerves and answered. "H-hello?"

"Dang I didn't even know I still had your number. Wassup, nerd?" Looks like the nickname remained the same too.

You rolled your eyes, "You still calling me that?" 

"Of course, that's what you are, aren't you?" He rhetorically asked.

You chuckled, a sound that he missed. "I ain't no nerd, Donnie, I was just a lot smarter than you."

You both shared a laugh, the first one in years.

"I missed you, girl. How you been?"

"I been good, obviously not as much as you though, I saw you on TV. Tell me what you been up to, champ?"

"Knocking niggas teeth out."

You laughed. "Let me find out you got some teeth missing too."

"What? Nah, don't play me! You know I got all thirty-two and they perfect."

"Yeah, yeah. You probably mithing your thwo fwont teeth." You joked. He was also laughing on the other end. "But any who, I was thinking we could go to that retro diner that we always went to after school."

"That jawn close to the beach?"

"The what?

He chuckled, "Sorry, that's that Philly slang. The one by the beach, right?"

"Oh you a Philly boy now." You smirked, "But yeah, that's the one."

"I'm still a Cali nigga, and sure. I got like two days worth of interviews coming up and of course some training though. Can we meet up on Tuesday at two? 

"Yeah, that's good. We got a lot to catch up on."

"For sure. See you then, nerd."

You rolled your eyes again and smiled, "Goodnight, Donnie." 

Afternoon rolled around and you were just about ready to head out. It was warm out with a cool breeze, so you decided to throw on red patterned boho flare pants with a black off the shoulder crop top and sandals. You threw your twists up into a bun, leaving two strands out on each side, slipped on your silver hoop earrings and clasped your heart shaped necklace together. 

Even though you were fresh out the shower, the scent of the spa still lingered on your skin (even after a few days), but not as potent as when you first got home. You finished off by applying light makeup and spritzed yourself with Marc Jacobs, Daisy eau de parfum.

Anyone would think you that you were going out on a date just by looking at your simple, but dolled up look. Anyone, but your boyfriend who was laying on his back with his head still craned towards the television.

"I'm going out for lunch with a friend!" You called out to him. Surprisingly he actually got off the sofa and walked towards you. 

When he got closer you could see the bags and dark circles under his eyes. He flashed a grin at you and gave your ass a rough spank and squeeze. You yelped. 

You anticipated the dreaded twenty questions to come. Who are you meeting? Where are you going? Why? Is it your ex? I told you I'd kill that nigga.

But with his groggy morning voice, all he asked was, "Can you bring something back for me? I'm tired of pizza and wings."

Shockingly he didn't question anything else. You weren't sure if this was him being more trusting or too careless... 

"Ugh." You pushed against his chest and moved to get your keys. "What you need to do is put the damn game down and go get some sleep."

"I do sleep. What I need is that pussy you been keeping from me."

You grabbed his face with your hands and stared deeply into his eyes, this only caused him to pucker his lips out to you.

"I'm not kissing you. And I'm serious, E. You look like a zombie. When was the last time you been outside?"

"Umm..." He looked as if he was searching in the deepest recesses of his mind to find the answer, but it should never be that hard unless he was trapped in a cave. Metaphorically speaking, that cave would be the living room.

You rolled your eyes and decided to leave, but not before he gave you one last spank. He loved to do that anytime you had on those pants. Good to know that he was still somewhat conscious. 

The host seated you in a booth towards the back corner of the building with the best view of the beach. You weren't sure what kind of famous Adonis was, but while driving on the freeway, there was a huge poster of him and Drago plastered on a billboard. There was even a few different radio stations talking about it being the biggest fight of the century. 

As you waited for him, you went ahead and ordered a strawberry milkshake and scrolled through your social media timeline. You were so distracted with a video of the fluffiest samoyed being cosseted by its owner that you hadn't noticed the new body that slumped into the booth in front of you. In fact, you almost ignored it thinking that Erik had finally came to his senses and decided to stalk you. They both had on identical white hoodies, with the hood slung over their head. 

"What?" You asked without moving your eyes from your phone screen.

"Dang, that's how you greet an old friend?"

You looked up instantly at the man you hadn't seen in years. "Oh my gosh, Donnie!" You slid out of the booth and waited for him to stand back up so you could give him a proper hug. "Wow! You're a lot... Bigger than the last time I saw you."

"I am professional boxer." He gloated and released from the hug. "You're a lot less nerdy-looking from the last time I saw you." He bit his lip, "Dang, age did you right, girl. And you smell good as hell." 

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "I always looked and smelled good."

"But not this good." He teased.

Your mouth formed into an 'O', "I see you're still an ass." You slid back into your booth and he did the same on the opposite side.

"I'm only joking." He chuckled, "But hey, do I need to beat someone up for you? You got a stalker or some shit?"

"Wha- No, why would I?"

"I mean you ain't even look up at me, and the way you said what like you thought I was someone else."

"Imma be honest, you look exactly like my boyfriend. Only he has dreads, more facial hair and his body is more on the meatier side. Not fat, but he's big."

"You saying I'm not?" He raised an eyebrow and flexed his bicep that you could easily see through his white hoodie. 

"No." You giggled, "All I'm saying is, you're more lean and toned. He's muscular... But large."

He nodded, "So you got a type then."

"Huh? Wha- No I don't." You denied.

"But you just said your new nigga looks exactly like me, so I'm ya type." Adonis continued to accuse you with a mocking smile. 

"Or maybe it's a coincidence... You both came to me first, and besides, my last ex looks nothing like the two of you."

"And what happened to him?"

"He was an asshole... Actually you know what, you're right. I guess my type is assholes. You're an ass, he was an ass, Erik is an ass." 

This caused Adonis to laugh.

The waitress came by with a bright smile. She was about eighteen, her hair was slicked up into a puff, and her brown skin contrasted lovely against the pink uniform. Of all your years visiting this restaurant, she was the first African American waitress you've seen to work there. 

This restaurant might as well be placed in a movie. You had your typical loyal customers, a chubby lady that wore glasses behind the bar and served coffee to some guy named Joe every morning. A typical blonde, a brunette and maybe, just maybe one kinky haired, chocolate skinned waitress. The cook was also chubby, and sloppy looking. Of course there were the old men who read their morning papers and one police officer having a donut by the bar. 

Even though it was LA, nothing seemed to change within the diner. It was almost like a hidden gem in plain sight. The only thing was, you and Adonis stood out like sore thumbs. You were dressed for a photoshoot and he looked ready to go out jogging.

The waitress had a bright smile and a pleasant voice, "Good afternoon, my name is Neesha." She pointed at her name tag. You already knew that though, she came to you earlier, but you told her that your friend hadn't arrived as of yet. "Can I get you both anything to start with?" 

"Can I get garlic bread, extra cheese. And the steak with home fries. Well-done please." 

She nodded and noted your order then looked to Adonis.

"Do y'all got cheesesteaks?" 

"Yeah." She jotted it down on her notepad. You noticed how hard she was staring at him. You could see her assembling his face in her mind.

"Really, Donnie? You come back to Cali and that's what you order?" You shook your head at him.

"Hell yeah, I been craving it since I been here. My trainer ain't giving me no type of break."

Neesha gasped, "I-I'm sorry, we're not really encouraged to do this, but um- You're Adonis Creed? Apollo's son?" She shyly asked.

"In the flesh." He boasted with a dimpled smile, exactly like Erik's.

Her voice was low so any nearby customers would not be able to overhear the conversation, "I'm actually a huge fan. I been watching your fights for a while now. I actually took up boxing last year after my ex thought it was okay to put his hands on me. Well mainly cuz you inspired me to, but yeah." 

"I hope you were able to knock his ass out." 

She smiled, "No... We got a restraining order- Sorry, I didn't mean to make this about me. But can I please get your autograph before you leave, I don't wanna attract too much attention and people in here are nosy as hell." 

All of you chuckled understanding what she meant.

"I got you." He winked at her and allowed her to take your order back to the chef.

"Look at you, Donnie. Inspiring the youth, and a woman at that."

"I know, I'm quite the role model."

"You're being funny, right?" 

"I'm dead serious."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yep, you and Erik might as well be the same person. You're both proud as hell."

"Is that a sin?" 

"Yes! It is a sin to be proud."

"Well I'll be dammed." He laughed and put a large bottle of water on the table. "So..." 

You eyed him, that was his mischievous tone. "So what?" 

"You say we like the same, but who gave you better dick?"

You whisper-yelled at him with wide eyes, "Adonis!" 

"I won't tell, I'm just curious." He casually said, drinking from his bottle without losing eye contact.

You sighed, it was never really a thought that crossed your mind until now. "Well... You both are on your own levels."

He gave you a look of disapproval before setting the cap back on the bottle. "What, bruh? You got them hippie pants on and now you all spiritual and shit?"

"No!" You laughed, "From what I remember, you were better at going slow and having me confused as if you wanted to put a ring on my finger or a baby in me." He was smirking as you explained. The funny thing was, you two were never involved in a romantic relationship. "Erik is good at destroying my walls and my back. He doesn't know how to take it slow and you didn't know how to be aggressive enough."

"Wow..."

Neesha came back with the two of your orders, "Enjoy!"

You both thanked her and began eating. 

"I'm sure I can do both now." He smirked, taking a bite out of the sandwich. 

"I know you can, I heard Bianca is pregnant." You decided to switch the conversation, just in case. "How does it feel to be a soon-to-be-father?" 

"I'm scared as shit."

"Y'all didn't plan it?"

"Nah. It was an accident. My mom... She knew before us. That shit was so... Weird."

You shook your head while slicing your steak into smaller pieces, "Did you say you were a good role model to the youth? Take that back." 

"Never. You live and you learn, that's what life is." He shrugged his shoulders.

The two of you continued to eat, while picking slight fun at each other here and there and talking about whatever. It felt like high school again. 

"So, on a scale of one to ten how famous are you?"

"Ten being?"

"Kim Kardashian."

"I'd say five. I get noticed in public, paparazzi here and there. But I can still go to malls and shit. Well in Philly at least. I haven't been out too much since I got here."

"LA moves different I'm pretty sure. So you might be a five there, but an eight here. Only cuz you are from LA anyway." 

"I thought it'd be the other way around, but who knows?" 

"How many times have you been on The Shade Room?"

He leans his head back and starts laughing, "Maybe once or twice. I don't be on social media like that anyway."

"Oh nah, once you make it to the Shade Room, you definitely made it here."

"You follow that toxic ass page?" He raised an eyebrow at you, knowing you weren't into celebrity gossip and drama.

"Hell no, but I know what it's about. I was using it as a reference."

"I see." He nodded. "You know, after they had me on there, I got DMs for a good month. Bianca was pissed."

"I would be pissed too if the father of my child had random ass females all up in his messages. And I know you got nudes too."

He didn't respond, but there was a complacent look on his face.

"Ah! I knew it. She must've whooped your ass." 

"Bruh, I was in the dog house for three months. And as soon as I got out, they had me back on that shit again! I had to delete my damn account." You were laughing at his distress.

No wonder you couldn't find him on social media. 

"You think this is funny, wait till they got you on it. Everyone's gonna be on you, the good and the bad. Plus, the public ain't seen me since the conference and with the way you looking right now..." 

"We'll be fine." You hoped.

When you both finished your meals and complimentary desserts (courtesy of the lovely Neesha), he insisted on paying. You weren't gonna argue, if he wanted to he could. You would do the tip. While she was preparing the bill, he pulled out a flyer and wrote something on the backside of it. 

"Aye, Neesha? Here's that autograph you wanted." 

She walked back over to the table, her eyes widening in excitement. "O-Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" 

"No problem, see you in a couple of weeks." He winked at her once again.

Outside of the restaurant, just like he had said earlier, there were paparazzi surrounding the building, taking photos and yelling questions at the both of you. 

Adonis how do you feel, are you ready to fight Drago's son?!

What were you eating in there, Donnie?

Make sure you work it off!

Who's that girl, is she your new fling?

Where's Bianca?

"Where's your car?" He asked over the many voices. You pointed to the black Honda CR-V and he held your arm, pushing past them. It would've helped if you brought your sunglasses to block out all the damn flashes. "Talk later?"

"Of course." You gave him a hug before entering the driver's side and started your car. You were careful not to run anyone over as you drove off the lot. 

When you finally got back to your apartment, not even thirty minutes later, your phone started blowing up. You expected it to be Erik, but there were notifications from your friends, family members, random people on Instagram, Twitter and one from Erik.

You set the takeout bag for Erik on the counter and took the time to go over the notifications. Get the worst out the way... Instagram.

badgyalpookie89: I FOUND HER ACCOUNT

StA_nBi_anca: ARE YOU THE GIRL THEY SAW ADONIS WITH

__x.xx.Riz__: THIS IS HER 

Eyemballed: Hold up? Adonis has dreads?! Y'all got mens dread wigs now? SKSKSK

Ugli__Gawdess: That nigga looks exactly like Creed wtf????

Mr_0Man0: That ass look gud y Creed ain't squeeze it I woulda gripped the fuck out them thangs

And there were tons of others under your most recent photo which was a picture of you in the mirror with your current outfit of the day, captioned: We meet again, friend...

They weren't too bad, but you decided to not read all of them, especially not the DMs. 

To hopefully clear things up, you posted a picture of an old photo of the two of you at the science fair, and captioned it: Adonis has been my friend since high school, if you know, you know.

The Shade Room wasted no time in reposting your photo, just to show how closely they were following you. But you didn't want any of those problems that account brought. 

You turned your account on private and decided that blocking the new two-hundred people that were able to follow you would have to wait for later tonight when you weren't doing anything. You didn't use Twitter too often so those notifications were always muted anyway, that would be the very least of your concerns.

Then you went to check your other messages from family and friends. 

To sum it up it was all:

YOU'RE ON THE SHADEROOM!

CHECK THE SHADEROOM RN!

Do I really want to check it though... You contemplated. Honestly, as long as you didn't read the comments it couldn't be that bad.

There was pictures of you and him leaving the restaurant and even the picture where you two were hugging, and it appeared a little more than friendly. Even you could easily admit to that.  The very last slide was a video of you both talking right before he hugged you.

Okay... Not as bad as I thought. Only because you didn't check the comments of course.

Then there was Erik's message.

You still bringing me food? 

It was around the same time you and Adonis were bombarded by the paparazzi. He probably saw the post, hence the silence. 

You checked the living room and the game was not on, neither was the TV. It was uncomfortably quiet. You went into your bedroom, almost bumping into him as he exited the bathroom, while rubbing his eyes.

"Jesus, Erik! You scared me." 

He scoffed and continued walking.

"I know you're not giving me the silent treatment, on top of the silent treatment you already were giving me."

"I don't know what you talking about." He replied nonchalantly, brushing against you as he took a seat on the bed and stared dead in your face. 

"Lemme guess, you saw the post?" You snorted.

"Explain why you was hugging up on another nigga? Going on dates behind my back and shit." 

"I already told you it was lunch with a friend!" You began walking away, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "What?!"

"I said explain." His tone was more serious.

"There's nothing to explain other than that's my old friend from high school. Am I not allowed to talk to my friends, Erik?"

"Nah, I only want you talking to me." 

Selfish... "Oh yeah, I can definitely do that when your ass is so occupied with 2K." You sarcastically replied. 

"Of course you can. I told you to put that pussy on me a few nights ago, didn't I?"

You shoved his head and groaned, "I'm not gonna let you fuck me while you play your damn game. Especially not with your friends listening."

"It would be up to you if they heard you or not." He shrugged and gave a smug dimpled smirk.

"Nigga, get the fuck-" You wriggled free from his arms, but he caught you again and pulled you into his lap, hands resting against your bum cheeks. 

"Hold up, we ain't done." The lust was evident in his eyes. "Lemme hit it." 

You frowned at him, "So you would rather take me when I'm all dressed up, versus when I wore lingerie just for you! That's crazy."

"I'd fuck you even if you had two dookie braids, and a damn paper bag for a dress."

And with that, he had you on your back and out of your clothes within seconds.

It was finally the big day. Adonis had gifted you and Erik backstage passes like it was a concert. You always told him you'd rather not see him fight, but it was his first big show in LA. Everyone was anticipating it.

He was on so many shows being interviewed and asked questions about that mystery girl and Bianca's opinions towards it. There was one interview where Bianca was with him and she had to remind them that the interview was about the fight and not speculations.  

Fortunately, she was a lot more understanding than the public. You were even able to talk each other to come to a common ground and understanding.

"You ready to meet your twin?" You asked Erik as you both stepped out of his Range Rover. 

"We don't look alike, I already told you." Erik denied it so much it was crazy. You even showed Adonis a picture and he denied it too. 

"I don't know how you don't see the resemblance. The only difference is your body composition, and hairstyles."

"And I look better." He added, and you rolled your eyes. That's exactly what Adonis said.

One of the trainers saw you walking into the building and lead you towards the group. Bianca was massaging his shoulders, while Rocky was giving him some form of pep talk. 

"Yo, Donnie!" You called out and everyone turned to look at you. 

Adonis looked irritated, but his expression softened as he saw you. He got off the bench and hugged you (to Erik's disapproval of course).

"Holy shit." Bianca gasped in awe.

Rocky stared at the two males, "You guys twins or something?" 

"Hell nah." They both answered simultaneously. 

"No way. You both look alike." Bianca said.

"I don't see it." Adonis frowned.

"Neither." Erik also frowned.

Everyone looked so amused by the similar expressions. 

"I've seen lookalikes throughout my life, but this one is uncanny."  One of the trainers rested his hand against his forehead in disbelief. 

They both scoffed. 

"They even got the same demeanour!" Bianca chuckled.

"That's what I said!" You agreed.

"Why don't you take a picture. This fight will be historic and so will this picture, huh." You gave the old Italian American man your phone with the camera already on. "Okay one, two, three." He snapped the photos, some with flash and some without. 

You thanked Rocky, and took the phone back. "Okay look." You showed them both the photos. "I swear, all you have to do is wear the same outfit and E, you just gotta cut your dreads."

"I ain't cutting nothing."

"I know, I know. Then Adonis can grow his hair out instead."

"No way. I ain't doing all that."

"You'd look good with them." You teased.

"Hey, the fights gonna start in five minutes." One of the announcers told the group before heading to back to the arena.   

Everyone gave their words of encouragement to Adonis, his nerves clearly spiked back up.

Bianca was the first to kiss him, and he even kissed her swollen belly as well. "You got this, D. Good luck." 

"Don't let him intimidate you. Just remember everything we been working on alright." Rocky patted Adonis' shoulders.

The rest of the team gave their support, surprisingly Erik did too.

"He better fuck that nigga up. On me." It didn't hit you at first, but Erik has lost his father as well as Adonis, both around what they were passionate about. It was the start for all their childhood problems. No wonder they were so similar. He could really understand what it was like to want revenge, so it only made sense that he root for him.  

Erik was already known (slightly infamous) and despite him denying his doppelgänger, he knew they looked alike. He didn't want his twin to ruin his reputation. Erik was well known for his growing achievements within the Black Ops unit. He didn't want to be acknowledged for anything less than what he was. Especially not to be mistaken for someone who looked like him and got their ass beat by the offspring of his father's killer, never in a million years. 

Erik was also trained in boxing, but he preferred mixed martial arts. Boxing only came in handy if he needed to teach you self defence or if he was at the club fighting off a drunk person. 

You kind of would like to see a fair fight between the two men, but at the same time you cared for them both and you were sure they could deal great damage to each other. Adonis was trained to knock someone out, (that already being the disadvantage) whereas Erik was trained to kill, so you couldn't promise Adonis' life after a fight. 

You'd rather them not fight at all versus having them fight and end up losing one of them.

Before Adonis could head out, you made sure to give him a hug. "You got this, Donnie. Show 'em what it means to be a Creed." 

"Thanks, nerd." He smiled and continued to make way onto the stage. He looked nice in the shorts that were similar to his dad's own. 

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt Erik bump you, "You staring too hard."

You cut your eyes at him, "I was not."

"Yes you were." He instigated, getting closer to your face each time.

"Wasn't."

"Were."

"Was not!"

"Were!" 

"Come on y'all, fights about to start." One of the trainers called, holding the door open.

"Get out my face." You pushed Erik's head away and ran to catch the door.

He followed you, holding it from the top and gave your bum another one of his signature spanks and you yelped as you walked through. 

They had to be long lost twins. Both were playful, annoying, proud, assholes. They had too much in common for it to be coincidence. Either way, you loved and cared for both of them very much. You were happy to know them both, regardless of anything, including Erik forgetting about you when a new 2K releases.

So yeah, that was that. Thank you for reading!

There will be no part 2!! This was just a quick idea.

P.S. If you were wondering what he handed the waitress, it was just a free pass to watch him box, along with an autograph and what not.

P.S.S. I edited this when I was sleepy so I know there are lots of mistakes lmao 

(Start/Finish: September 21, 2019)

[soufcakmistress]

Charleston Blues

Part IV

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

“I took it upon myself to personally bring you this small token of our appreciation and a warm welcome to Charleston from the CNWL and me as well. I hope you’ll be able to make a home here.” Mrs. Warner had her best curls pieced and placed perfectly on her heart shaped face. She showed every tooth in her mouth shoving the massive home baked apple crisp into Erik’s chest. 

“My freezer box is full to overflowing with desserts but thank you anyway! And you said your name was…”

“Warner. Stella Warner. My husband is also a business owner; he owns his own barbershop on the peninsula. Mr. Stevens, how you liking the south? The climate seems to be agreeing with you.” 

He walks to the back where a small break room lies with a table and two chairs and a refrigerator, with Mrs. Warner following like a yearning puppy. “Hotter than what I’m used to, but it’s beautiful. Everybody has shown such hospitality. Including you, little lady.” Erik winked at Mrs. Warner and she fought not to swoon and sway. 

“Well, I have to get a move on now. The club will be convening soon and I have to get my kids situated. Surely you understand right?” Stella blinked her brown eyes right in his face, curious and mischievous. “You don’t have to leave so soon Stella..”

Erik swaggered to the front and told Jerry to flip the sign on the door and go take a break. He came back in there with her coy eyes flittering every which way and Erik fought to pull at his dick in his pants. “She’s ripe for the taking, as long as you’re up for what could come next.” Erik’s God encouraged Erik’s fervor for the female form—this would be his first dip into the abyss since he was chosen by Badoru.

Erik brushed off his God’s warning and pounced on the willing prey. Erik hadn’t made it back two steps in the break room before Stella jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Damn. You even finer up close.” Her tongue moseyed into his mouth and one thing led to another that afternoon... 

~

Chantilly straightened her hat on her head and licked her teeth for any lingering lipstick as she walked into the clubhouse. Black women of all shades flittered about as the meeting was about to begin. It was impeccably decorated with a homey touch too. The cream walls had several framed portraits of past events and fundraisers held by the club, on-site and off. 

“Cousin! I so glad you came!!!” Frieda popped out from a back room, and embraced Tilly with so much tenderness. Tilly knew that she meant well, and after all that Frieda did for her, this was the least that she could do. 

“For you, I will do anything. Some familiar faces in here. Jacqueline Shackleford, Mary Boozer, even Edith Jenkins. Y’all don’t leave no stone unturned huh?”

Frieda rolled her eyes, shuffling the stack of papers in her hands. “Give it a chance. Who knows? You might end up enjoying yourself. Just try. For me.” Tilly squeezed Frieda’s shoulder and acquiesced. Frieda moseyed to the front where the rest of the officers began to congregate, while Tilly browsed the food table. “Mmm, this cake looks just as dry. They definitely need my help, gracious.” 

Tilly picked up a few finger sandwiches and found a seat, while some other women turned up the radio by the opened window. “The pastor’s vehicle was found on Johns Island. He was sighted walking along Sullivan Avenue but has not been sighted ever since. Theodore Dunne has been the lead pastor of his church for over 15 years working in ministry with a special interest in children. If you have any idea about his possible whereabouts, please call the tipline. And in other news of the Lowcountry, more and more colored people are becoming business owners and trailblazing into areas of Charleston with a different demographic…”

Several women gasped and clutched their pearls at the pastor’s disappearance. Tilly feigned like she was aghast but inside, she rumbled with laughter. Little did they know, Theodore Dunne would never be seen again. “Ladies, ladies—simmer down now. We’re about to begin.” The sickly sweet drawl of her former arch enemy Melissa nearly turned her stomach. Of course, she would be the president—her bossiness and penchant for getting in people’s business was legendary on Johns island. 

“Welcome ladies to our midweek meeting for the Club for Negro Women of the Lowcountry for the greater Charleston area. I see a whole lot of new faces, and I’m so happy to have y’all with us.” Melissa scanned her eyes among the faces and let them linger a second too long on Tilly. Tilly couldn’t read her expression but she would make sure to personally greet her before the meeting concluded. 

Tilly sipped her tea in silence as she listened intently at the agenda at hand. Roll was called and all of the newcomers were met with a warm welcome after a quick introduction and any possible legacy ties. Idella Morrow, the chapter Vice President, thanked several committees for their efforts for the Spring Fling for the high schoolers on the peninsula. All efforts now needed to be put toward the Cotillion at the end of the year. All of the women seemed so engrossed and engaged, Tilly could sense the sisterhood in the room. Several women began to interject with their suggestions and contributions to the cause. 

“My sister does hair out of her home, she could do some of the young ladies’ hair.”

“I’m a seamstress, please send the girls and boys to me for their gowns and suits.”

“We should fry some fish after the men’s softball games to raise money for the households unable to cover those costs right now, y’all know we right there on the water.”

“You’re just as valuable to this community as these women are. Show what you can do. Be comfortable with being uncomfortable.”

Timidly Chantilly raised her hand in a fit of courage from her mother. “Ladies, I am a professional pastry chef. I actually have a bakery opening in the very near future off of Meeting Street. I would be honored to to assist in any bake sales and take care of the cake for the Cotillion as well.” 

“Aren’t we so lucky to have such an addition as Chantilly Davenport? The Club of Negro Women of the Lowcountry would is made better with your presence after such tragic circumstances that fell over your family. You’re looking much better these days, isn’t she ladies?” They all begin to clap for her, enraging Tilly. Bitch still knew how to capitalize on an opportunity to embarrass her. Maybe Tilly would become a permanent fixture; let’s see how Missy would like that. “Stay your hand, Chantilly. Her time will come.”

Fixing her lipstick, Mrs. Warner perked up to throw her hat in. “Well for all you moms with sons, y’all know y’all can come to my husband’s barbershop for their haircuts. I also have gotten some intel on that colored Yankee shaking up King Street.” She was so sure of herself by the way she twisted her lips up. 

“Now now ladies, we are not ones to gossip! Although he is quite handsome. What’s the fella’s name?” Missy inquired, nibbling on the cap of her pen. 

“His name is Erik Stevens and he’s from Massachusetts. He was in the Navy and was in the service during Korea. Said the things us colored folk down here experiencing made him want to do something! He’s quite the looker….” 

Sipping her tea to get the nasty taste out of her mouth, Tilly’s heightened intuition confirmed everything she already deduced. Mrs. Warner wasn’t just keeping her marital bed to her husband; it was written all over her face. Erik Stevens. The Yankee vet that shook up the lowcountry. With a smile like that, he has to be up to no good. 

~

Davenport Desserts & More would be opening in the next month. Tilly was still waiting on an industrial mixer to be delivered, and she could have sworn the electrician would be by to check the circuit breaker by 2. Here it is, coming up on 3:15, and a no show so far. 

These were the times she hated. With a snap of a finger, Ursilene could speed things along. But she didn’t want to overstep. Ursilene was an asset and the catalyst for change in her life, which is why she had to be discerning. She still had to live and be normal in Charleston and behave as normal. So human problems still plagued her. It kept her humble.

She painted the inside of the bakery sea foam green just like Ursilene’s colors. The wall facing the street was getting an extra coat when the slow wheeze of an old muffler came trudging down Meeting Street. On instinct, her stomach dropped into her butt.

Officer Josiah Morton was the resident hard ass, dying to prove a point. Charleston was very segregated and he would do anything in his power to keep it that way. Yet Josiah had a wandering eye that left him full of self hatred. Black women were beneath him and yet they occupied his mind. A sick combination of contradictions with too much power at his disposal. The police cruiser came to a halt in the front of the bakery. 

The electric sign was on its way and there was still paper on the windows shielding the inside. Tilly hadn’t known that the officer was approaching until she felt the pull from Ursilene. “He’s here to intimidate. Stay on guard, and he’ll leave.”

Tilly’s hand shook a bit painting upward with the paint roller. This particular pig was an incessant nuisance for this community and by the way his chest was poked out with that slimy smile of his—he’d been waiting to corner Tilly. 

“Officer.”

“You working for some folks here, gal?” His sly eyes roamed Tilly’s body and lingered on her round bottom in her overalls. She wanted to kill him where he stood.

“Not quite, Officer. Seems that luck has turned in my favor, I own this place.” She had the audacity to look in this white cop’s eye because she was a Davenport and they were proud people. Tilly saw how he ogled her with no regard for how she felt, and that ungodly anger swirled in her chest again. The slimy officer twirled a kinky ringlet of Tilly’s mane tied under a bandana, leading it down her arm. 

“You’ll have to make me something special once you’re all opened up, gal. I’ll be sure to pop up and every now and again….make sure you don’t get outta hand.” Tilly gulped down her ire until a smooth candy red Camaro parked behind the police cruiser. There’s no way..

“Everything okay here baby? I apologize for being a little late, I had to square away with Jerry before I closed up. I see we have a visitor..” Erik swaggered right up to Tilly, and gently brushed the officer aside and placed those unbelievable lips on her neck. The sensation that flowed through the both of them was unnatural, much like what had occurred already. Yet it felt ancient and familiar. 

Erik’s hand guided her face to his and they stared at each other momentarily before the officer cleared his throat. The haze wasn’t totally broken between the pair but Tilly was able to separate herself from him. However, not far enough to spoil the act. “This is Officer Josiah Morton, baby. One of Charleston PD’s best and brightest.” 

Erik shook the officer’s hand and looked him square in the eye. Erik easily was in a different weight class than the officer and stood almost a head above him. “Erik Stevens. United States Navy. Just made my way down south to help some vets and fell in love all the same. Isn’t she a stunner?” 

The hairs on the back of Erik’s neck stood up—he loved to gaze at her mouth specifically her cupids bow. But the wrath fought to overwhelm and it made his spine straight as steel as another cop abused his power. “Control yourself, Erik. Protect her, and that’s all.” 

Officer Morton turned red as a beet at the nerve of this uppity Yankee negro. He did shake his hand while he measured the man up. Josiah knew he would be overpowered man to man….but he had a different kind of power to aid him that Erik couldn’t access. “Stevens, is that it? You serve in Korea?”

“That’s right Officer. With the seals. We did what needed to be done.” Erik squeezed his arm around Tilly, and clenched his jaw. The tension was very high in this small space, and Tilly made sure to diffuse the pressure. “Well Officer, as you can see we have everything under control. Thank you for your….initiative to keep an eye on this community.”

She pinched Erik on his side and his head whipped towards her, with confusion and anger all in his features. The officer slowly dragged back to his cruiser and left them in a cloud of exhaust smoke. 

“I’ve beat men up for much less with the shit you just pulled. You don’t know me!” 

“Oh Miss Davenport, surely you don’t mean that. You played it tough, but your knight in shining armor came to save the day. You ain’t know?”

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[justice-maul]

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Killmonger?

Killmonger NSFW Alphabet | Headcanons

Author Note: They requester didn’t specify the gender so it’s neutral, and I didn’t know what to write for the headcanons so I did the alphabet template which is from @the-coldest-goodbye

Warning(s)⚠: Sub/Bottom Killmonger (we only do Dom/Top reader on this blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man does not like to sleep in a mess so he insists on showering (which may or may most lead to more sex,) and even cleans the sheets before finally laying down to relax and cuddle depending on his mood

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself chest and arms, he loves the scars he’s imprinted on his chest and he’s proud to show them, his arms are his main work out point so this man is clearly buff when it comes to them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He takes a while to cum but once he does it’s a pretty large amount, but he isn’t a big fan of you cumming inside of him he prefers for it to be on him like his thighs or back, and even likes it in his mouth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a bit of a masochist, like he’s into impact play, or getting his nipples pinched, or something even a little extreme like getting a cigarette put out on him, I mean we saw what he did to his own body this man is definitely into some freaky shit

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well experienced but not overly, he was in the military and mainly focused on his goals but as we saw in the movie he’s clearly had his fair share of sex but he hasn’t had the chance to explore most of his kinks yet

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The power grab, it’s basically doggy style but, it’s when the dominating partner keeps their partner on their knees while holding their arms back. This is perfect for choking him or and whispering nasty talk into his ear from behind, it gets him going

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not that goofy but he might make a few jokes or comments just to be bratty

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I see him as the kind of guy who is both messy and neat I’m his life and while he prefers messy sex, he’s very well groomed down their trimmed nicely and everything

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the most inmate person in general, and he probably doesn’t like too much intimacy during sex either, but there’s those days where the sex isn’t rough or messy it’s just passionate and slow and the eye contact is prolonged

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates like any normal person but not really that much, he doesn’t feel the need to if y’all can both satisfy your needs but if your busy or he can’t see you he’ll do it in the shower thinking about the last time you two had fucked

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM,

Impact play,

Spitting,

Marking,

Knife and Gun play,

Choking

And slight exhibition

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Like I just mentioned, he’s into a little bit of exhibition so alleys, a bus, and bathrooms are good with him

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way he kissed his girl in the movie after a heist? He’s definitely into that adrenaline rush and the thought of getting caught or doing some reckless and dumb is a turn on for him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Either age play or foot stuff, not really something he’s ever been interested in or wants to do

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving, he’s very good at giving head but he does perder receiving, but don’t worry this man is good with both his mouth and his tongue, they can work wonders on anything

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I mentioned before that this man is rough and fast but has his slow and sensual moments, but most of the time he prefers it hard and rough, he wants to fuck until either one of y’all have passed out

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, they’re conviene when he’s busy so they’re not exactly uncommon in your relationship and you two often sneak away from the crowd

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Most definitely, he loves danger and the high he gets from it so he would be down to be risky as long as no one gets traumatized by accident from y’all

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has amazing stamina, mans could go on for hours on end, but to make it realistic let’s say about 4 to 5 rounds and he lasts for a while

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own many toys, just classic things like ropes and handcuffs that he’s willing to use on you or himself but he’s open to using your toys if you have any

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a big tease, he likes to make you jealous as well, I’m his opinion it adds more spice to the sex, and he ain’t wrong, the build up from all the teasing makes the sex all the more lust filled

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not particularly loud but he often just grunts and pants a lot along with some light groaning, and sometimes lets out low moans occasionally, but if your lucky and it’s been a while since you two have done it, he will let out a string of low moans

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes being restricted and having you take control and use him as some kind of toy, he won’t say it but you can tell because he immediately shuts up those annoying bratty comments of his

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

If we’re talking about dick, average length but is girthy, has non prominent veins on the side and his cock is the same color as his ski with the top just a tad but lighter

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His libido isn’t that high but he does often have a craving for it either and can wait for a few weeks but he’ll be real needy and more bratty/clingy which is a sight that is very rare

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After his whole cleaning process he doesn’t sleep immediately, he talks to you for a little about random things or even about the mind blowing sex y’all just had leasing you to most likely fall asleep first and him following you afterwards

[mordeiswrld]

BLACK PANTHER MASTERLIST

T'CHALLA UDAKU

None yet...

SHURI UDAKU

None yet...

NAKIA

None yet...

IRONHEART

None yet...

OKOYE

None yet...

W'KABI

None yet...

ERIK KILLMONGER

None yet...

M'BAKU

None yet...

NAMOR

None yet...

[ceceslibrary]

CECE'S FIC RECS

BTS

Updated: April 24th, 2024

Fic Rec list 2

Namjoon

TRY AGAIN | jiminscockr1ng

Tonight We're Dancing | unique-high

"Cry for me" | prettyprincejk

Cleaning Day | gojosnympho

About Love | jjkeverlast

Closer | joon4eva

Between the pages | hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Cross Your Mind | dearlyjoonie

Lifeline | downbad4yoongi

Late Night Texting | hobistyles

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold | daechwitatamic

Sundress | cheolhub

Doom boy | soft4gguk

Sexy Feeling | btsrunmylife

My Goddess | purpleyoonn

Quid Pro Quo | sopejinsunflower

Dream Girl | nmjoon-n

Rival Academia | aseaofyoongi

Cat and Mouse | aaagustd

Too sweet | teenytinyjimin

Jin

Payment Plan | trivia-yandere

Oh Baby | k00sblogger

Yoongi

Angel | sailoryooons

So it Goes | prodagustd

A New Rhythm | sluttywoozi

Three tangerines | kithtaehyung

Wife | mggsv

Jhope

"Missed you." | dilfhoseokie

Daisies | jeonaachu

Jimin

Disease | piedinthepiper

Camping | swanlakebaby

Missing You | swanlakebaby

My girl | k00sblogger

Daddy's Home | lovecoree

Taehyung

His Special Secret | kooktrash

Craving You | hoseokhasmyheartxx

The End is You and I | yonkimink

Distraction | lovecoree

Jungkook

Malibu | joonberriess

Seven | joonberriess

All mine | tanniefm

Side B!tch...? | bubbbii

Sunkissin' | peachyjeonss

Wild Thoughts | sxtaep

On and Off | gashinabts

The Broken Vow | lleldey

Blackout | jjungxkook

Long Way Home | sparklingchim

Over The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

Between Roommates | kooktrash

Shut Up and Kiss Me | ahgasegotarmy116

I miss you, I'm sorry | teenytinyjimin

Let me take care of you | ahgasegotarmy116

Nothing Serious | kooqitas

OT7/Multiple Members

Boyfriend for Hire | remedyx

All Bite, No Bark | spiderlilyserendipity

3 strikes | mapofthesea

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing | peachypinkgloss

Agains The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

WWE

Jey Uso

White Lies | tribalhoochie

We Ain't Going to Bed Angry | rays-hunter01

She My Bestfriend, Yeah We Ain't a Couple | kyleoreillylover

Mr. Right Now | femdisa

Massage. | miyuhpapayuh

Chasin' | southerngirl41

Warm | msbigredmachine

This is Cinema | romanreignseater

Baecation | tribalhoochie

Jimmy Uso

I Hate You Too | femdisa

Dressing Room. | miyuhpapayuh

Beauty Calls | aintnorainbows

Pull Up | harmshake

It's A Scream, Baby | theninthwonder

Stay By My Side | aalyssah

Tension | visionarymode

Permission | theninthwonder

Can you focus on me? | pr0wlerpunk

Roman Reigns

Lingerie Fun | strawberry-milku

Can't Handle It | visionarymode

Under His Spell | southerngirl41

Forgotten Kisses | uceyreiignss

Michael B. Jordan/Erik Killmonger

I get high, high, high | cocoa-puffs

Just Friends | cocoa-puffs

Freshout | cocoa-puffs

Domesticity | cocoa-puffs

In the Morning | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Bae Series pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Neighbors to Lovers pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4| nahimjustfeelingit-writes

[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

[henneseyhoe]

1| KILLA HOTLINE

You get home from a long day. You kick your heels to the side and take off your coat with a huff of exhaustion. You had worked from the ass crack of dawn till midnight, only getting naps in between hours in my car before going back to work, but it seemed like it was never enough. your body was so tired you even left your purse and work bag in your car, too tired to carry them both up to the penthouse. You loved your job so much, but it was tiring. Treating people was your dream and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, it’s just you barely had time for yourself the more your career climbed, and though you loved your job, you also loved spoiling yourself. You loved going to different countries, buying clothes, and shoes, all of that, but you couldn’t do all of that recently with your busy schedule.

You continue on down the elongated hall and headed up the stairs to your master bedroom. slamming the door shut and jumping on your bed, your eyes slowly began to shut and a sense of calm rested in your body, but you soon noticed that’s all that happened. You weren’t drifting to sleep at all, even with not getting good sleep in all those naps you took at work. Sighing to yourself, you opened your eyes back up and stared at the ceiling. Minutes pass and you decided to just accept your failure in falling asleep, sluggishly pulling your phone out of your back pocket and opening it up. your eyes went into an immediate squint with the brightness shining into your face, making you whimper.

You lowered the devices screen light and sighed, beginning to look through your text messages and emails. Upon looking through the emails, your eyes spotted one in particular that made your eyebrow raise. ‘Diamond Studs?’ You questioned, confused as to what that was. Clicking on the email to open it, you began reading, realizing it was an invite to that same male stripclub your friends have been raging about. Making a stank face at your screen, your eyes rolls. “I know these bitches did not sign my email up for updates on this damn sausage club” you said, still scrolling and reading the email.

Though the club was raunchy as hell, you couldn’t help but applaud the person who edited and sent out these emails. It was typed out with witty little sexual jokes, not too sexual but sexual enough to make a middle aged woman who hasn’t had dick in years fan her face. Scrolling down, you saw pictures of a few of the strippers who worked there, and they were absolutely gorgeous. Still wouldn’t walk into that place confidently though. Upon gawking at the pictures, your finger slipped and went upwards, sending you all the way down to the bottom of the page.

“Damnit” you huffed, forced to wipe away the dirty thoughts that clouded your head. Coming back to your senses, you decided to read what was at the bottom then carry on, seeing that there were numerous company numbers listed to call at the bottom. “I know these ain’t what I think they is…” you mumbled, reading the names and details of the numbers. One in particular made you chuckled, the name reading ‘Killa Hotline; your wildest fantasy’. You laughed “Okay Houdini hotline. ‘Fantasy’…okay”

You thought for a bit, thinking about if you were feeling bold enough to call the number. ‘Come on, Y/N, don’t be pussy. You can’t sleep anyway’ you thought, humming to yourself. Your finger hovered over the button before you finally got the courage to click the number, pressing call. You took a deep breathe and put the phone to your ear, the electronic vibrating with the tone before someone picked up.

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Let’s see if I can successfully keep this story going and actually make it to the end 😭

[rimaiahwrites]

🧸🍰🥧🍪🧁🧸🍰🥧🍪🧁🧸🍰🥧🍪🧁🧸🍰🥧

BAKED GOODS

🧸🍰🍪🥧🧁🧸🍰🍪🥧🧁🧸🍰🧸🍰🍪🧁🥧🧸

Hello my beary good friends I’m rimmy and I made baked goods and here’s masterlist to them Fill your tummies! here everything is yummy sweet and warm! 🧸

Read and see which is your favorite! you can also request something that you’ll like to read someday I’m always open for inspiration and your ideas! :)

(mdni please! Black. 19. writes only for black girls but anyone can enjoy!)

Fluff and smut is my favorite but I do occasionally write stuff that's on the sadder side.

please be patient I’m not the best at being timely when it come to writing but I do try my best to push myself to write since it’s something I love to do lol

Mm I think that’s all for now bye friends! 🧸

[ghostsprettymama]

HIS PRINCESS

Headcannons for Erik kilmonger (N’jadaka) in a new series coming due to voting.

Erik loving when you use the Theluji version of Xhosa (the same but its more rich, yet soft and fierce)

WOULD START ARGUEMENTS JUST SO YOU USE YOUR NATIVE TONGUE

He knows xhosa fluently, but pretends to not know it when you confess to him in xhosa.

USING HIS BIRTH NAME !!

it makes him bonkers.

Like. Deadass he loves you addressing him as N'jadaka, using any other name would make him think youre mad at him. you only used that name on him since you were four.

He likes the way it rolls off your tongue, would make you moan it during sex js to make him do what you want

"please Erik i need it please." "use my right name, you what to say baby." "fuck me nice n good N'Jadaka !" n he listens

WEAK SPOTS FOR U

He has a weak spot for when you wear your dresses and formal wear.

likes seeing you all high and mighty, HE LOVES. a woman in control

Making you cry in bed is his turn on, out of bed he gets so soft for you. " dont cry angel, youll get sick. dont let nobody make my Princess cry but me. just let me know who and ill handle it."

his love language?

Okay this man is so confusing

he switches love languages alot

like more then he should.

He would bring,make or buy gifts for you out of love and wouldnt expect anything back. this man will have statues carved for your beauty.

He reclaimed his title as one of the princes of wakanda , which equals to many women being envious, but Erik dresses you nice, then shows you off.

deffinently big on praising and physical intimacy.

for a "scary" guy he LOVES holding your hand or holding you in general, not a love language hes just an ass

EXTRAA

he indeed does sing

an amazing voice too

only sings you to sleep though

Fic : His Princess

[anime-kia]

No Strings Attached

I'm happy to know that you're all still into Killmonger! :)

And I haven't written smut in a while, so here you go.

Relationship: Friends-With-Benefits

Warnings: Smut 

It was nothing out of the ordinary to find yourself being filled up and absolutely overstimulated by the brawny, muscular and handsome, Erik Stevens. The Oakland ho', is what you nicknamed him. 

He knew. You made sure to tell him, but he found it quite amusing. Nothing really offended him, coming from you anyway. 

Erik had met you in high school. Of course he was Mr. Popular. You've heard of his escapades and all the wild things he's done with various girls, some of them being your friends. Oddly enough, sex was not interesting to you at the time. 

You were known as the typical smart and shy girl. The virgin. Erik's favourite kind of female. You better believe he's been trying to get at you ever since, literally going out of his way to become friends with you just so he could get into your pants.

But eventually he realized that you were more than just a quick nut. You were goofy, insightful and a pleasure to be around. Your lack of sexual curiosity and attention to more important things intrigued him. Also, he could always go to you if he was upset, you let him vent and express all of his emotions. Not once did you judge or ridicule him like his foster parents or anyone else who didn't give him the time of day to show his feelings.

"Venting is good for the soul, never bottle up your anger. Always talk to me if you need to. Cry on my shoulder too." 

"Hell nah, I don't cry. I ain't no bitch."

You were irritated that the only thing he took from what you said was suggesting that he cried... But Erik understood, he just liked to be tough.

That being said, ever since the tenth grade you and Erik were best friends. Both of you slowly started picking up each other's good and bad habits. Erik started to develop proper mannerisms, politeness, and a bit of patience. You on the other hand, started cursing a lot more and somehow it was like his high levels of horniness had attached itself onto you.

Each year it increased more and more. Everyone knew you as the girl who had no interest in sex, and despite your changes, you made sure that everyone still believed that. Also, people who wanted to have a go at you (Erik's friends) knew they had no chance with him around. He made sure they knew that too. 

"If any of y'all touch her, you better pray I don't find out. And good luck with that shit, cuz she tells me everything."

One night, he came over to chill and watch movies because that's what friends do. You were still a virgin, and your hormones were out of whack. Erik, well... When was he never horny? The movie ended and went to go take a shower, and the whole time you were contemplating if you would actually let him hit it. 

He was never reserved when it came to anything sexual. He told you he wanted to on multiple occasions, no strings attached. 

Tonight... Would finally be the night.

As he stepped out of the bathroom your jaw dropped slightly and lower half screamed. The towel was barely hugging his hips, muscular body covered in beads of water, the shape of his manhood barely making an appearance. 

All that shy shit was thrown out the window. Within three seconds your lips had found his, arms wrapped around each other in a heated and passionate kiss. By a minute, all of your clothes were discarded and Erik had his way with your body. 

There was pain and there was pleasure, but you both knew that sex with each other would become a regular thing. 

Once again, no strings attached.

Erik had you laid out on your back, legs spread wide as his large hand squeezed your right breast and you moaned out. Every single stroke hit you in the right spot. 

"You like that shit, huh princess? Lil freak." His voice was husky and gruff.

"Mmh, yes! Oh fuck!" You whined as he moved closer and went even deeper. 

His size made you wonder if it could be considered a weapon, because it was deadly. It was like God gave him both the size and the talent, a terrible (but utterly amazing) combo. You were sure if he was small he could still get you screaming at the top of your lungs. He just knew exactly what to do, and he did it before you could even ask him to go "deeper" or "harder". 

He's made you cry, scream and blackout all at the same time on multiple occasions. The location didn't even matter. Despite him being a very big guy, he could fuck you all the same in a Mini Cooper. 

And Erik was a freak freak. He hasn't shown you everything, because you were still adjusting to some of it, like public sex. That was always terrifying to you, but for some reason no one caught you yet. As far as you know...

"I'm killing your shit, right?" It wasn't a question, even if he asked it as such. He knew. 

"Yessss!" You moaned in a high pitch. He was killing it, destroying it, obliterating it all in the best way possible.

Your nails clawed at the bed, his strokes were so precise and on beat. You had a love-hate relationship with being in the missionary position with him. It was like the perfect mix between making love and just straight up fucking. Backstrokes were a lot easier to handle, even though it still could have you tapping out. But missionary, Erik assumed full control in this position. He had your mind was muddled and the only thing you could compute were barely coherent words, lots of moaning/screaming/crying and the intense amount of pleasure this man was delivering in between your legs.

You felt his hands attempt to trail up behind your knees to push them into your chest and you knew if he did, it would be over. You pushed back and tried shuffling away, but he caught you dragging you right back fully onto him before you could get more than halfway off. The sound of you connecting back was sinful.

"Nah shorty, ain't no crawling away." He said, hoisting your legs over his shoulders, "I'm tryna go deep." 

As if he wasn't already hitting your g-spot, this nigga was trying to damage your cervix.

"No, wait E-!" The way his hips pressed against yours, followed by his chest had your eyes squeezing shut. "God, ohh my fucking- Ohhh!" He was so heavy.

"So you'll call me God, but you won't call me daddy, huh? That's crazy." 

"Uhh, shut the fuck up, Erik!" You could do without his annoying ass comments at the moment. Right now, you had to make sure your walls would still be intact when he was finished with you. 

He chuckled, changing the rhythm to a medium speed. He sucked on your neck, surely leaving new marks. "I own this shit. All mine." He smirked.

"Y-you're too d-deep, ohhh!" Your moans were starting to come out as whimpers and that's how Erik knew you were just about spent. 

"No such thing, baby girl." He groaned and leaned off of you, only to drag your hips slightly into the air, "Look how yo' pussy wrapped around my dick, like a birthday gift." He watched as his length disappeared and reappeared into you.

This motherfucker... "It's too much, p-please, Erik!"  

"Tell me it's mine then." He hit you with deep and sharp thrusts after each word.

"Ahh! It-it's yours! Oh fuck!" You tried to say to the best of your ability, just so he could hurry up and finish.

"Say it like you mean it, I can feel you shaking. That nut is real close, but best believe you ain't getting it until you say it right." He was so bloody annoying, as if you hadn't came four times already. But then again, he hasn't pulled out since laying you on your back. He probably thought you were just squirting the whole time.

His thumb pressed hard against your clit, and his cold eyes stared dead into yours. His hips were circling into yours once again.

"Fuuckk, Erik it's yours dammit! This pussy is all yours!" Your moaned out exasperatedly, nails leaving imprints on his bedsheets.

He chuckled at your irritated tone, settling for your answer. That was his favourite line to hear during sex. "Imma nut all in yo' shit, girl." You had already came, squeezing around his dick even tighter. He was very close to releasing so he thrusted into you harder and faster, not missing a beat until he finally emptied himself deep into you. 

You both were breathing with heavy laboured breaths by time he pulled out. You were aching, but also experiencing pure euphoria. 

He got up and left to go to the bathroom, giving you time to recuperate.

Though Erik wouldn't admit it, you had the best pussy he's ever had. He hadn't been messing around too much after finally getting a piece of you. He's never made love before, and the closest he's gotten was fucking you slowly. You two were strictly friends and he would keep it as such. He didn't want you knowing that he was getting attached. It made him feel weak. 

You on the other hand, seemed unfazed by it. He could do things with your body that no one could, but yet still you respected the boundary between romance and friendship. Besides, sex was so casual these days. Pussy and dick was everywhere...

When he got back in the bed, he pulled his phone off the nightstand and began scrolling through his Twitter timeline as if nothing just happened. Something compelled you to get closer to him, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his rough chest. The muscles in him tensed up.

"Yo, whatchu doin', girl?" 

"It's just... We always fuck and that's it. Can you at least hold me till I fall asleep, E?" You looked at him with innocent eyes, he loved that.

"Nah, I don't cuddle. No strings attached, remember?" He gently pushed you off of him. 

You sat up and pouted, folding your arms across your bare chest. "It doesn't even have to be on no relationship shit, Erik..."

"No, (y/n), we do this every time." He gave you a stern look, you hated that.

You rolled your eyes and turned over, shutting off the lamp. "Goodnight, I guess..." 

"Night." He said, paying you no mind. 

Ten minutes later, he shut off his phone and glanced at your delicate sleeping frame. He silently laughs, seeing how far away you moved. You were upset, he could tell. 

"Never go to sleep upset." You would always be the one telling him that, it was a shame that you hadn't practiced what you preached. 

He would be lying if he said that it did feel good when you wrapped around him, even if it was for a few seconds. Erik had never cuddled after sex, he thought that would cause people to catch feelings. He also didn't want the girl he just slept with to ask him dumb questions afterwards like, "Why me?" or "What would you do if I died?" Just shit that he wouldn't have the answer that they're looking for.

He pulled your body closer to the centre of the bed, as you were too close to the edge and shut off his lamp.

You were awoken to the irritating feeling of needing to pee. You tried to spring up quickly, only to be held down by a tight and heavy grasp. Soft snores from the man you slept with less than three hours ago filled your ears. 

Wait... Was he... Cuddling you?!

Mr. "I don't cuddle" really had his big ass arms wrapped around your body. Not to mention, but he was knocked out like a baby.

This all would be so nice if your bladder wasn't threatening to explode right now. 

"Erik." You whispered, and tried to get out of his grasp. He didn't respond or seem aware of your presence. 

He was really knocked. Usually the slightest noise and movements would wake him up. 

There was one time you were opening a bag his favourite bag of chips while he was napping on your sofa. You didn't even open a quarter of the bag and he was already up, snatching the whole bag out of your hands.

You elbowed him a little roughly, and called out his name even louder. "Erik!" 

He groaned in pain, "Argh, damn girl. The hell was that for?"

"I need to go pee."

"Then go, you grown." 

"Nigga, I can't with your arms holding me down."

"Ah shit." He whispered to himself, letting you go. 

"I thought you didn't cuddle." You teased him.

"I don't." He denied.

"Erik, you really about to act like you weren't just holding me against your chest." 

"You probably scooted in to me." He tried to argue back.

"E, that doesn't even- You know what?" You got up from the bed, and looked at the digital clock. "Not at four in the morning, aight?" You went to use the bathroom and left Erik to contemplate.

He wasn't cuddling you initially, but at some point he must've connected with you. You were the most comforting person to be around in all aspects. Even when you argued with each other. He was so content and peaceful whenever he was around you. 

You came back and went right to the edge of the bed, surprised when Erik pulled you back in. His arms wrapped protectively around your body.

"Erik, wha-" 

"Shut up, (Y/n). I'm trying to sleep." He said in a raspy voice.

You rolled your eyes for the last time and closed them, deciding you were too tired to scold him for telling you to shut up. 

If he wasn't a cuddler before, he definitely is one now.

Hope you all enjoyed! I didn't add too much of a romantic relationship because I really wanna explore different types relationships with Erik and the reader. Plus I had another plot idea to link with this one, but I'll save it for another. 

I'm also very tempted to edit this now, but it's almost five a.m. and I'm sleepy so I know there will be so many mistakes if I do lol. 

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: June 25, 2019)

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The Adored One (Complete)*

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One* | Giving You the Best | Warmth* | What You Won't Do* | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours*

Who Hurt You (One Shot)*

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)*

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)*

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1* | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8* | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)*

Discipline (One Shot)*

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

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The Marriage Pact (In Progress)

Honey and Erik make a pact.

Dec 2020 |

[justice-maul]

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Killmonger?

Yes I got your first request for it, it’s in my drafts I’m getting started on it don’t worry sweetheart, wish you a good day! ❤️