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[thehomierobbstark]

Eat Your Dinner

Requested by @ljstraightnochaser​!!

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

A/N: Lmaooooo ummmm I???? Don’t know what this is????? Like the warnings are at the bottom but like i don’t even know if this is a thing and if it is whats its called I literally just had a thought and this is the result anyway hi again you guys I got yelled at last time i posted so @l-auteuse​ heres your tag ma’am!! I literally have no explanation for this story but i hope yall enjoy it!!!  Imma go 🙈 in shame now bye.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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The carpet was nice.  

Almost a little too nice, though, you thought as you eye the delicate fabric on the floor. It was a beautiful velvet red faux fur rug that laid underneath the glass dinner table, which gave a nice contrast against the dark hardwood flooring.

Erik was so extra for that.  You never thought you could meet a man who would be too bougie for even your taste, but here he was. Acting high siddity.

You snort at your own mental commentary, rolling your eyes at Erik’s home decor.  It catches the attention of the man in question, whose eyes glance away from the iPad he was holding to regard you.

“Something funny?”

Your face immediately drops from the small smirk it was holding, and you shake your head from side to side.

“Good, thats what I thought.  Now sit there and be quiet like the good girl you’re supposed to be.”  He brings the iPad back in front of his face, swiping the stylus across the screen as he starts typing again.

You whimper a little, lips quivering and poking out more than they already were.  This was the first time in the last 20 minutes he’d acknowledged your presence, but he was still being so cold and mean.  

You didn’t want to lose his attention now that you’d gotten it back, so you desperately scoot forward a little closer, trying to make eye contact again.

You even add a little shine to your eyes, looking up at him as innocently as you could.  

Eyes flicking from the screen, he narrows them at you testingly, and you can feel your metaphorical tail tuck between your legs as you shrink back, gulping and looking back down at the carpet.  

Erik shifts himself in his seat, biting his lip with a muffled groan.  You didn’t know it, but you had the cutest little pout of disappointment and frustration on your face that made him want to fuck the shit out of it.

He loved telling you no just so he could see that adorable look on your face, right before caving in and giving you whatever you wanted. His Precious Pouty Princess.

“Look at me babygirl.”

You eyes quickly spring back up to him, wide and hopeful.

“You want my attention?”

“Mmm-hm!” You hum, nodding your head eagerly.  Erik bites his lip, your wanton desperation making him hard.

“Alright, tell you what babygirl.  You eat all your dinner like a good girl, and Daddy will let you have dessert.  How does that sound?”

You nod your head again, wiggling around excitedly.

Pushing himself away from the table, he leans back in his chair, arching a brow at you with a grin.

“Well? Start eating.”

Taking a deep inhale through your nose, you move your head back, slowly letting Erik’s thick fat dick slide out of your throat.  You try to swallow some of the streams of saliva that trail from your lips as you fully release him, but you can’t, and they split, dripping down both his shaft and your chin.  

Finally able to fill your lungs with breath, you clear your throat, flexing your jaw and feeling around the inside of your mouth with your tongue.  

This was the longest you’d throat trained for him, having been on punishment since you got home for your bad behavior earlier.  Usually it was only 10 or 15 minutes you’d spend on your knees keeping his cock warm in your mouth, but this time it was a whole 45 minutes.

20 minutes for your brattiness, and an extra 5 for every time you talked back on the car ride home.

You don’t know when it happened, but you do know at some point in your punishment you’d lost your voice.

It was pretty safe to say you’d learned your lesson.

Pulling your lips into your mouth with a with a swift lick, you reach forward to pick up his heavy dick, smoothly working your hand up towards the tip.  You flick your wrist gently, careful not to tug too hard at his already soggy foreskin.

Returning your mouth to him, you poke out your tongue and flick at the base of his dick, stiffening it as you draw all the way to the top.  Encompassing the tip between your lips, you generously suck and slurp at his cock, savoring the taste of the salty precum leaking from his slit.  

You swallow it hungrily, twisting your hand and milking him as you spend a few more seconds there bobbing up and down.

Erik’s head falls back, the pupils of his eyes pointed somewhere in the back of his skull as he lets out a throaty groan.

The sound tickles at the nerves of your bud, and you squeeze your legs together to try and keep your own excitement at bay.

Like a vacuum seal, you hollow out your cheeks as you come back up, sucking at him tightly before freeing him from your mouth with a wet slurp.  

You look at his tip,  seeing it so swollen and red with arousal.  It almost looked was if it were crying, silky precum once again leaking out and down the length of his shaft and over your gripping fingers.

Leaning forward, you swipe your tongue over your thumb, cleaning it of the mess.  You peek up at Erik and see him staring down at you with a fierce intensity, desire written all over his face.

Biting your lip, you bring his dick to your lips, poking them out to place a soft kiss to his frenulum.  You keep eye contact as you bend down, sticking out your tongue to lap against the underside of his balls as you swallow them into your mouth.

Erik’s eyelids flutter at the feeling, and he can’t help but to close his eyes and let his head fall back again when you start to suck and massage his sac in your mouth.  

“Fuckkkk meeee.”  He moans, whimpering as you let them fall out of your mouth to make circles with your tongue at the skin of his taint before gobbling them back up.

Unbeknownst to him, all that time you’d spent on your knees with him in your mouth gave you the opportunity to get very creative with your plans of apologizing.  And since you weren’t able to use your voice, you had to make use of your mouth in other ways.

“Shiiiiit,”  He hisses and grips your head as you return your attention to his chocolate bar, pumping and twisting your hand around him vigorously as you chase it with your mouth, salivating around him greedily.

You reach with your other hand to push his shirt up and massage his stomach, loving the feeling of his keloids running across your palm as you rub his abs.

The sloppy degrading noises coming from your mouth wrapping around him made his muscles tense, and he clutches his hand in your hair tighter, making you moan out in delicious pain.

“It’s almost time for dessert babygirl. You ready?”  He can barely say the words in between his own groans, his wide eyes looking down at yours to let you know he’s about to burst.

You give an enthusiastic nod one more time, humming and whimpering sweetly for your treat.

He pulls you off of him all of a sudden, giving you three seconds to gather your breath before shoving you back down, holding your head in place as he fucks up into your mouth rough and quick.  

Your hands struggle to hold onto his thighs for leverage as he uses your mouth like a toy, praising you the entire time.

“Fuck, look at you princess.”

“You look so good with my dick down your throat, you know that?”

“Daddy gonna give you a reward. You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you baby.”

“You gonna swallow all this cum like a good little girl? Huh?”

With four more harsh pumps, he was balls deep down your throat, and you feel the first splash of cum hit the back of your throat.

Immediately swallowing, you nudge your head forward, burying your face into his crotch to get every single inch of him in your mouth.

He continues to shoot spurts of his load into you, and you focus on breathing through your nose, relaxing and opening up your throat as you let all his nut slide down it.

When you finally feel the need to swallow, you slowly come off of him inch by inch, guzzling down every drop of his seed and making sure not to let any of it go to waste.

You were so into finishing your mission you didn’t even realize Erik was whining and twitching, the stimulation of your tongue cleaning up and down his pole getting to be too much for him.

Needing to take back some control, he grips your throat, shoving your dangerous mouth away from him, and he bends down, putting his face in yours.

“Open.”

You smile, opening your mouth wide to show him your clean pink mouth, not a drop of white to found anywhere.  You even lift your tongue up to show him the underside.

He smirks at your cockiness, reaching down to pick you up and plop you into his lap, his mouth immediately attaching to yours.  

He kisses you deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue in both gratitude and eroticism.  That mouth of yours was the best and worst thing about you, and he loved them both equally.

Finally pulling away from the heated make out session, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavy as he lets a lazy smile engulf his lips.

“You did a great job with your food, babygirl, I’m so proud of you.  Now let Daddy put his princess to bed.”

With one arm around your back, he lifts you up in his lap, angling himself before slowly letting you descend onto his soaked meaty member, the sound of your choked moan echoing through the house.

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Warnings: Smut, Cock Warming, Throat Training?? is that a thing? Daddy!Kink

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #thehomiefics #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #bp #uhhh yeah its 12:45 and i have work tomorrow lolol bye yall

[thehomierobbstark]

Smile For Me Daddy II

A/N:  Okay, coming at you with part two of Smile For Me Daddy!! @ Anon who requested this, I hope this is encompasses what you were asking for! This part took a much softer turn than I expected, so if you’re not satisfied or was hoping for something else, feel free to hit my inbox!! Tags are coming! They’ll be on a separate post. 

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Why are you being so shy? You act like I haven’t seen it all before.”  Y/N snickers from her spot on the black couch, legs dangling over the edge and her back against the seat, her hand running comfortingly over the pelt beside her head.

Erik was currently in the bathroom adjoining the studio, getting ready for his photo shoot. He’d initially protested heavily against the idea, refusing to be half naked by himself in the “cold ass fuckin studio,” but when she posed the question of who else she could get to do it on such short notice, he grumbly stomped into the restroom with no further argument.

After about 10 minutes he finally emerges, wearing one of the Terry Cloth robes she’d put in there for him with the matching slippers on, and beard freshly lined up using his razor she’d stolen from the apartment a few weeks ago.  He’d been complaining nonstop about how unkempt his face was starting to look, but Y/N absolutely loved it, selfishly enjoying the feel of it when he rubbed his face across her skin.

She could tell by the way he was standing that he was a little out of his element, and she hops up from the couch, immediately switching over into her photographer role.

“Okay, take a few breaths baby, relax your mind a little. You look good! You’re about to kill this shoot right now, I’m mad I didn’t think about this sooner.”

He kisses his teeth, not believing a word that comes of out her mouth.

“I’m mad you really got me out here doing this shit.  I look mad dumb right now babe.  I don’t know if I can do this.  You not bout to post these pictures around your studio, are you?”  He was starting to ramble and waver a little, so she grabs his hand and leads him over to the couch, pushing him down to sit.

“Hey,” she whispers, climbing into his lap to straddle him.  “Stop worrying, okay?”

She strokes her hands up and down his arms in an attempt to soothe him, kissing him around his face.

“You look fine Erik.  I promise.”  She lets her kisses trail down his neck, focusing on the spot he liked, and his hands move to caress her big thighs around him as he lets out a satisfied sigh.

She can feel the tension leaving his body as she comforts him, and she continues with her pep talk.

“Shit… you look more than just fine… you look edible as fuck right now.”  She pulls at the tied belt around his waist and the robe loosens, bringing her hands up to slide the garment off his shoulders and pepper more kisses there.

“You look so sexy daddy.  Don’t you want to look sexy for me?”

She looks at him with her big brown doe eyes, and all he can do is give a soft grunt in response.

“I promise nobody will see the photos. Just you and me.  For our eyes only.”

He looks up at her, eyes searching between hers for any signs of deception.

“You not bout to play me like you did at Thanksgiving in 2017, are you?” He narrows his eyes, and she covers her mouth to muffle her laugh, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

“Aye! You said you weren’t gonna bring that up anymore,” she reminds him, and he grunts a low yeah, whatever.  

“I’m just tryna make sure you don’t do me dirty again,” She rolls her eyes at that.

“Boy hush.  Ain’t nobody bout to do you dirty. I am a pro-fes-sion-AL thank you very much.  Now, take off your robe and go stand over there so I can oil you up, ZADDY.”  She gets off his lap, sniggering and pointing to the “oiling station” where all the baby oil was.

He groans and rolls his eyes deep into the back of his head, getting up and shaking off his robe onto the couch.  Bending down he growls viciously into Y/N’s ear, snapping his teeth at her neck and making her squeal before smacking her on the ass.

Only for Y/N would he go through such nonsense, just to see her smile.

Running his thumbs along the band of his boxer briefs, he stands by the table, reaching up and pulling his dreads free from the bun they were in atop his head and shaking them loose.

Y/N goes into the bathroom to grab a towel, taking her camera from around her neck and placing it off to the side.

Coming back and grabbing a bottle of oil, she squirts some into her palms, rubbing the slick liquid between her hands and warming up the product.  Stepping up to him she observes the studded keloids that cover his broad chest that spread over to his arms, all the way down to his wrists and down his stomach just below his hip bones.

“Okay, you ready?” she asks him, trying to gauge his nerves since they were once again moving forward in the process.

“Girl, if you don’t get to oiling me down and stop playing so we can be done with this!”

He complains, and she slaps him on the stomach with a sickening *splat*, stinging him a little.

“Mean ass,” she mutters, but she rubs at the spot to soothe away the sting.

Incorporating her other hand, she works the product around his torso, taking her time to evenly coat it everywhere and cover every inch of his keloids.  She squirts some more product on her hands and continues, moving around him as she makes her way to his back.

Erik doesn’t provide any more commentary as he watches his girl, eyes focused on her concentrated face and the movement of her hands.  It felt so nice the way she was loving all over him, even if she didn’t necessarily mean to at the moment, and every brush and stroke of her fingers was done with care and precision.

When she gets to his shoulders she makes him kneel down, which he uses as the perfect opportunity to hug himself around her waist and lay his head on her stomach.

“Erik, cut it out! You’re gonna get oil all over my clothes,” she whines at him, flicking him on the ear.

He flicks her back on the butt, shrugging his shoulders.

“So, take them off.  I’ll do you next,” A sly smile parts his lips and she snorts.

“That ain’t how this works, nigga.  You not slick.”

“Yeah, and it bednot work like that either.  You not gone be doing this for everybody, are you?”

“No, Erik,” she laughs, tapping him on the shoulder to stand again.  “They’ll be doing it themselves, in the bathroom.  I only did it for you because I’m 90% sure you don’t know how to do it right.” She jokes, and his face deadpans at her, making her giggle some more.

“And cuz you my mans,” she adds, giving him a cheesy smile and angling her face up at him.

“Yeah, dat’s right,” he leans down, placing a kiss on her lips.  

“Cuz I’m ya mans,” he murmurs against her lips, smooching her goofily for a few seconds before she finally pushes him away.

Taking the towel, she pats at his body to take away any excess oil, careful to keep enough shine for it to be subtle but still appear on camera.

She instructs Erik to get started by laying on the bed, telling him to pick a comfortable position while she goes to wash her hands.

Toeing off his slippers, he pads over to the bed and lays directly across it on his stomach, hearing the bathroom door close and the water run.

After about ten seconds, he moves, this time laying with his back against the pillows and facing forward.  

A few more moments pass and he grows dissatisfied with that position as well, and he shuffles around some more, this time ending up with a pillow in his lap while he sits cross legged in the middle of the bed.

Not even two more seconds pass before he throws his head back and groans at the ceiling, tossing the pillow behind him and getting up altogether.

Y/N had only been gone a few minutes, but the more time he spent alone, the more his mind filled with incessant thoughts about the shoot.

This was ridiculous.  There was no reason he should be so anxious, they were just pictures.

With the way his nerves were getting to him, he felt as if he was reliving the time he and Y/N were about to have sex for the first time, when he was so nervous he couldn’t stop pacing back and forth and picking the petals off the roses he’d bought for her.

Running his fingers through his dreads, he decides to just tell Y/N that he’s too nervous to go through with it when the bathroom door opens and she steps out.

Starting at her feet, an intricate floral design on black colored lace stretches up over her calves and past her knees, stopping midway at her thighs.  From there, two black bands on each side connect the thigh high stockings to the black garter belt she was wearing, the red g-string she wore peeking out from underneath.

Covering her full C-cups was a cherry red lace bralette that stretched thinly across her mounds, the delicate band under the cups stopping a couple inches above her belly button.  To top off the sexy ensemble, flowing effortlessly around her as she walked was a black silk robe with decorative Cherry Blossoms on the back, with branches crawling up the sleeves.

She looked delectable.

The way the red lighting bounced off her chocolate skin as she moved gave a sensual shift to the room, making Erik swallow thickly.

He was speechless as her soft foot steps carried her over to where he was, stopping to grab her camera and place it back around her neck along the way.

His mouth was hanging open, racing mind completely wiped clean as he looked down at his gorgeous baby girl standing in front of him.

She always knew just how to put his mind at ease.

*Snap*

The shutters of the camera blink as she snaps a quick picture of Erik’s awe inspired face, making a mental note to print an 8x10 to frame for her desk after they were finished.

His eyes were so lasered in on her cleavage, he almost missed the small twitch of her lips making her smirk a little.

“Like what you see?” She angles an eyebrow up at him, running her index fingers under the straps of her bra, pulling lightly and letting them snap back against her skin, the sound piercing in the otherwise silent room.

Erik doesn’t even bother with an answer before he bends down and scoops her up, grabbing her behind the knees as he lifts her to his chest, hooking her legs around him.

Her off guard shriek is cut off as his lips latch onto hers, muffling her little protests as he backs up until the edge of the bed hits the back of his knees, and he sits down on the bed with her in his lap.

Laying back, he wraps a hand around her neck to pull her down with him when she stops him with a hand on his chest.

“Wait Erik, slow down,” she pants trying to catch her breath, her hair wild around her face from the sudden intensity.

He cuts off her words again with pecking kisses to her lips, leaning up on his elbow as his full lips cover her mouth and quiet her.

With a hand to her back he flips them over, pushing her knees up and apart on either side of his waist and sinking his body down in between her legs.

He moves his face into the crook of her neck, his skillful tongue snaking out to lick and swirl all over the skin there, reaching up to push her camera out of the way and onto the bed.

She starts whining and grinding herself up against his stomach, feeling the bumpy texture of his skin rake against her barely clothed center, and he grinds with her, moving in sync with her movements.

She tosses her head back with a frustrated grunt, her nails digging into his shoulders and feeling his teeth sink into her neck.

An unfiltered moan escapes her mouth, and her breathing deepens as she falls further into the hungry lust Erik is pulling her into.

Feeling her arousal climb, he switches up their position and flips them back over again, lying back on the bed while she straddles his waist. His fingers reach for the flimsy material between her legs but she pushes his eager hand away.

“Nuh-uh, stop it you fiend.” She laughs, trying to catch her breath and fend off Erik’s wandering hands.

“We’re not here for that. You sposed to be posing for my photoshoot.” She reminds him, and he kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes as he blows out a frustrated breath.

“You forreal right now babe?  How you expect me not to be all over you when you walk out the bathroom looking like a whole meal?” He asks her, fingering her robe and pulling it open a little to stare at her gorgeous frame again.

Snickering, she snatches the material away from him, covering herself back up and tying it closed. She knew the affect she had on him.

“I wore this so I could help make you feel more comfortable.  Don’t think I didn’t hear your worrying ass while I was in the bathroom.”  Reaching over to grab her camera again, she puts it back around her neck, hoping it doesn’t get taken off again for at least the next hour and a half.

He tries and fails to come up with an excuse before letting his head fall back against the bed, closing his eyes and taking a deep sigh, looking off to the side.  Y/N sensed a serious shift in the mood, and she tucks some stray curls behind her ears before smoothing her hands over Erik’s chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”  Her voice drops down to a whisper, and her nails scratch softly over his keloids right at his favorite spot.  He turns his face back to her, grabbing her waist with one hand and lightly tracing his thumb along her tummy.

“I think I’m… a little nervous.  I mean, what if I look stupid babe? I don’t wanna ruin your idea just because I can’t deliver like you want me to.”  There was a touch of sadness in his eyes accompanied by something else she recognized, although he rarely showed it. Fear.

Getting off his lap, she lays on the bed, turning on her side to face him. Reaching up to brush a few dreads out of his eyes, she takes his face in her hand, turning him so he can look at her.

“You could never look stupid baby. Not to me. And especially not with this.”  He holds her gaze, mind working overtime to try and convince himself to believe her words. It may have been just a photo shoot, but to him, it was deeper than that. He was so vulnerable when it came to her, and he was afraid that one day she’d figure out that he would never be enough. That he didn’t fit in her world. Even if it was something as simple as taking pictures.

Her brows wrinkled at the uncertainty lining his face, annoyance scratching at the back of her brain at whatever, or whoever, had led him to believe that he had to second guess himself when it came to what they had.  As if he hadn’t been one of the best things to happen to her, a fact his actions reminded her of every single day.

Sitting up on her elbow, she leans forward and places a kiss on his lips, letting herself linger there as she enjoyed the sensuality of it.  She’d been so busy lately they hadn’t had the time to enjoy the simplicity of each others presence, and it showed in Erik’s hesitancy.  If he needed to be reminded of just how strong her feelings were for him, she had no problem letting him know.

Pulling back, she rests her head on his chest, him having laid back down flat on his back.  The lines of worry that were previously decorating his face had dissolved back into the smooth brown skin, a sated look replacing it.  The kiss had worked.

“You know I love you, right?”  She peeks up at the curve of his jawline, enjoying the view she had of the curly black hair peppering his chin as her fingers played in it. His lips twitched into a smile as he opens his mouth to answer.

“Yes, I know.”

“But you also know that I’m in love with you, right?”

She felt his chest tighten underneath her with the breath he held, not expecting her words.  She lets him take a moment to digest it, watching as he licks his lips and swallows.  

After a few beats, his breathing returns to normal, and he tilts his neck up to look down at her.

“Forreal?”

She smiles.  “Yes, I am.  Unconditionally.”  She lets her finger trace along the outline of his jaw, up to the lobe of his ear, massaging it soothingly between the pads of her fingers.  “I’ve never felt what I feel with you with any other person. It scares me sometimes, knowing just how powerless I am about my feelings when it comes to you.”  A twitch overcomes her soft smile, and she bites her lip, burying her head in his tummy to hide her face from him.

He feels a small leak of wetness touch his navel, and he gently lifts her face, pulling her up to him and cradling her, chin resting atop her head and her chin tucked into his neck. He rubs at her back with large circles, stopping every few moments to give her a tight squeeze, wanting her to feel safe.

She gives a small sniffle, reaching up to wipe at the bottom of her nose.

“Hey,” he bends his neck down, pushing her curls back from her face and wiping away a droplet beneath her eye with his thumb.

“Why the tears, huh?  Tell me.”  He whispers his soft command at her.  He kisses the top of her head, giving her time to steady her breath and clear her throat.

“I’m just….so happy.”  She looks up at him and places her warm palm at his cheek, an emotional smile on her lips.

“You make me feel really happy.  And safe.  And loved.”  As she continues talking the tears return, pricking at the corner of her eyes and she rushes to continue.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been loved the way you love me.  It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt, and it scares me. Cuz I don’t wanna lose you.”  Tears fall and stream her face, but she wipes them away quickly as she grips Erik behind the neck, pulling herself closer to him.

“And I don’t want you to think I’ll ever want to.  Erik, you’re everything I could’ve ever asked for and so much more. Please never doubt that.”

He blinked, pupils wide and mouth a little open in shock as he stares down at her.  She did it.  He didn’t know how, but she managed to read him perfectly, saying all the right things at just the right time.  Squashing all the anxiety and fear he felt just a moment ago.  

And then he remembered the studio rooms.  The portraits hung delicately and intricately along every wall, the decor picked out just right for each room to help tell a story without using any words.  

Behind her camera or not, she had the ability see into people.  It’s why she was so amazing at what she did.

Erik feels a wave of emotion come over him as he looks into her eyes, and his heart swells at the feel of her wrapped in his arms.  He leans forward, closing his eyes and angling his face to press a slow sweet kiss to her lips, holding her face in his hands and savoring the moment.  He lets his tongue peek into her mouth playfully a few times, licking at her top lips before fully engulfing himself in the kiss.

They both get lost in each other, gripping and pulling at one another as they try to get as close as possible.  Y/N winds up on top of him, straddling his legs and grinding her hips into him as she kisses him feverishly.  He holds her waist with one arm, his other hand roaming over her body, stopping to squeeze at her breasts.

Suddenly he pulls his mouth away, stilling her hips.

“Wait,” he stops her.

She pauses, her breathing still heavy from kissing him.

Cupping her face in his hands, he strokes both of her cheeks with his thumbs, leaning up to press his forehead to hers.

“I’m in love with you, too. You know that, right?”

A bright smile spreads her lips, and she bites her lip, nodding.

“I know.”

He returns her grin, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Good.  Now get ya sexy little ass up and grab your camera.  These pictures not gonna take themselves.”

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Warnings: Softboi! Erik, Fluff, Anxiousness

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #thehomiefics #bp #black panther fandom #black panther #black panther fanfiction #i hope the ending wasn't wack i was a little distracted writing it.

[thehomierobbstark]

Kissing Strangers II: Communication

Shame [Prelude] // Kissing Strangers [Part I] // In The Cut [Side Story]

A/N: Annndd we’re back yall!! I know I disappeared for a long while this time, but I’ve been writing and strategizing in the background and I’m hoping I can publish at least some of the things I’ve been working on very soon. Forever thankful for your patience. Forever grateful for your support. Always humbled by the fact you guys allow me to do my thing offline and come back when I need to. Y’all are unreal, and the love is very very real, and I don’t think I can ever put into words how much all of you honestly mean to me ❤️❤️❤️. Anyway. Back to this story.  A tiny insight into just one of the things I’ve been struggling with and trying to overcome this year, so I decided to put it into a fic and share it with yall. As always, thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: Minimal Erik appearance, this is mostly x reader based. We on some Softgirl shit this chapter ya’ll. There is a POV change at the very end, hopefully it doesn’t read too confusing.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

Sidenote: No tags this round until I can get a few more pieces out but all new stories will be linked in my bio!

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“…You know I still don’t see what the problem is, Y/N.”

You throw your head back, silently groaning to keep your friend on the other side of the line from hearing you.

You knew you should have called Simone instead.

“Um, hello??? Did you forget you had me on speaker phone, bitch? Don’t be grumbling under your breath at me goddammit, you know I’m right!  And don’t you dare call Simone ass either after we hang up. I love her, but she’ll have you overthinking and seeing problems that aren’t really there. You know how them Scorpios be.”

You mumble a defeated ‘fine, OK’ at her and grab your phone, relocating yourself over to your vanity table to continue your conversation while you do your hair.

Reaching up, you tug the t-shirt wrapped around your head free as your damp curls fall over your face, turning around to drape the wet shirt over the back of your chair.

Tying the front of your hair up in a bun, you grab your spray bottle and one of your brushes and start to spray and detangle your hair, the leftover conditioner in it from the shower helping to make the process easier.

As you gently smooth your brush through your curls and fall into your hair routine, you start to ponder on your current predicament, allowing your friends wise words to penetrate your mind.

Maybe you were overthinking it.

“Don’t get silent on me now, Y/N. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You take a deep breath, trying to filter your thoughts and make some sense of them.

“I don’t know, Kay. I don’t really know how to explain it. I just feel like he’s not…interested.”  You shrug your shoulders even though you know she can’t see it, not really knowing any other way to explain yourself.

“Okay.  And what makes you say that?”

You inhale, taking a small scoop of leave-in conditioner and working it through a section of hair while you think.

“I dunno. I feel like when we do talk, its great, and there’s a connection there. But sometimes there’s these long periods of absence with no communication, and when that happens I feel like I’m always the last one whose reached out, you know?”

Raking your fingers through your curls one last time, you watch your coils shrink up in the mirror, the tights spirals coming to life after their first layer of moisture.

Unclipping another section in the back, you scoop some more product into your hands, repeating the process.

“Okay, I can feel where you’re coming from. But let me ask you this: what do you mean by long periods of absence?”

Your hands pause in your hair, and you bite your lip, knowing your next words are gonna make you sound like a complete dumbass.

“Uhh…”

“Yeah?” Kay prompts you to continue.

“Umm.. like… two or three days… sometimes?” Your voice gets really small and high pitched at the end, knowing you were being a little ridiculous.

“…Girl.”

You add some additional info, hoping maybe it will help your case.

“Sometimes it’ll even be a whole week tho, too!”

“Y/N.”

“…yes, Kay.”

“You know Erik is in the military, right?”

You roll your eyes, annoyed at the reminder of a fact you knew and thought about often yourself, especially when it came to this issue.

“Yes, I know that Kay.”

“Okay, then you also know that he probably has a lot on his plate and he’s most likely constantly busy all the time.”

You kiss your teeth, absentmindedly running your fingers through your hair again, more-so in a frustratedly-busy way than in a hair-care way.

“Yes Kay, I know that. But come on now.  Let’s not act like people aren’t constantly on their phones all the time nowadays.  Not to push the tiresome ‘millennial narrative’, but who goes days without checking their phone anymore? It’s not like that nigga is out fighting a war, he’s doing combat training.”

You can hear the undertone of complaint and whining in your voice, and you absolutely hated it.  Here you were, a Communications major and Black Women’s Studies minor, and you were getting bothered some dude you kissed once, (okay, twice) wasn’t talking to you enough.

You had yourself fucked up.

You hear chuckling on the other end of the phone and your internal rage subdues itself for a moment, irritation taking its place.

“Damn, Y/N.  You must really like this guy.”

You cross your arms, slouching down in your chair while you pout, having too much pride to grace her with a response.  She continues, already knowing the look on your face.

“In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you get so worked up over someone. He must really be something special.”

You grab your phone, holding it to your face and practically yelling into it.

“HELLO!! Did you not just hear what I said? I just told you this nigga is borderline ignoring me and you just called him ‘special’!”

More laughter takes over on her end again and you toss your phone back on the table, finishing your section and unclipping the last one in the back, muttering under your breath about Erik being a special piece of shit.

Once Kay finally recovers from your mini tirade, she speaks once again, full of a wisdom and knowledge you knew your stubborn ass needed to hear, even if you didn’t want to at the moment.

“He’s not ignoring you Y/N, and you know that.  The only reason you feel like this is because you have strong feelings and you’re not sure if they’re being reciprocated or not, and the long distance certainly doesn’t help.  Have you told him how you’ve been feeling?”

You sit there and delay a moment, nestling a little more into your stubbornness because of the fact that her words just punched a hole right into the wall of insecurity you’d been maintaining over the years.

She waits for your response, already knowing the answer.

“….No.”

Her voice softens.  “Okay, but how do you expect for him to know how you’re feeling if you don’t tell him?  You’re letting yourself overthink and go through all of these emotions by yourself, meanwhile he’s half a world away thinking that everything is fine.  If you don’t clue him in to what it is you’re going through, he won’t be able to help.”

Finishing with the bottom half of your hair, you wipe your hands off on the damp t-shirt and unwrap the rest of the hair on the top of your head.  You frown at her last statement, not liking the way it made you feel.

“I don’t know if he should even have to help me with any of this though, Kay.  I mean, these are my issues.  I’m the one whose clearly having trouble with this, it’s not fair for me to ask him to help me figure my shit out.”

She makes a hum of acknowledgement while you continue expressing yourself.

“I mean, how would I feel if some dude came to me with a mountain full of problems expecting me to fix them?  I’d fucking laugh in his face and walk away.  I can’t ask that of him.” The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you had a lot of unresolved issues you were still healing from.  What kind of person would you be if you involved yourself with someone else, knowing that?

“Okay.  I can see where you would think that, but you’re thinking about it in the wrong way.  You think that if you open up to him and tell him what you’re feeling, that it’s the same as asking him to fix your problems. But you’re not like that, Y/N. In fact, you’ve never been like that.”

You think a moment about what it is she’s saying, trying to decide whether or not you agree.  

“I mean, think about it, Y/N.  When have you ever asked someone for help?  I mean genuinely stopped and reached out to someone else, or even told them when you’re having trouble with something?  You don’t, hun.  You’ve always dug your heels into the dirt and rolled up your sleeves to get it done by yourself because you don’t trust that someone else can really be there for you the way you need them to be.  No matter how many people you have in your corner ready to fight for you.”

You think about all the lectures and scoldings you’d gotten from friends and family over the years because of the times you’d soldiered at something alone rather than take the help that was offered to you.  You’d felt that if you always needed someone else to help you get through something, then what did that say about your own strength and ability to take care of yourself?  You’d rather die struggling than ever give someone else the power to say that you wouldn’t be anything without them.

“Look, Y/N/N.  I know this is really hard.  And I know this is something you don’t like to talk about, but if you like this guy as much as I think you do, you’re gonna have to learn how to let go and trust that you and Erik are building a relationship where you can truly depend on each other. That includes communicating your feelings even when you’re not sure how the other person will receive them.

It’s gonna be scary as hell, I won’t lie.  But you gotta know deep down inside that love can’t exist in the same place that doubt lives.  You gotta trust the process.”

You’d stopped doing your hair completely now, sitting back and twirling a finger around one of your strands while Kay talked.

It wasn’t like you didn’t understand exactly what she was saying.  Kay definitely had the bulk of experience between the two of you when it came to romantic relationships, and the thing you’d come to really admire about her throughout the years of your friendship was her ability to always put herself back out there once again with an open heart and mind, no matter how badly the last relationship may have ended.

Your own inability to deal with your emotional vulnerability was something you were far too aware of, and you’d seen it affect your personal relationships time and time again,  your current situation with Erik just being the most recent example.

It was rare for you to catch feelings for someone, and to be honest, the fact that you and  Erik had made it this far into whatever it was you guys were doing had you shaken to your core.  Every moment and interaction with him was completely new for you, and your uncertainty with navigating this new ‘thing’ was starting to show with your recent anxieties about the situation.

You really wanted to believe that Erik was feeling you, because it was too late to deny your feelings for him.  But there was a tiny little voice in the back of your head always saying something to keep you guessing, making you doubt whether or not what the both of you had was even real.

It was time for you to make a decision.

“Y/N? Y/N? You still there?”

You blink yourself back to the present, clearing your throat and picking up the phone, taking it off speaker phone and holding it to your ear.

“Yeah, I’m still hear, Kay.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah.”  Your voice sounds far away, still deep in thought as you reflect on the mental hurdles your mind was trying to overcome so you could figure out how to move past the fear holding your heart hostage.

“Well okay, girl.  I don’t want to hold you up, but I want you to think about what I said some more, OK?”

You chuckle a little, nodding your head as you answer your friend.

“Okay, Kay. I will. I promise.” You add on the last two words, knowing that if you said them, she would believe you.  You always kept your promises.

“Good. I expect a full report tomorrow morning when I call you before work!” She laughs too, halfway serious.  “…And Y/N?”

“Yeah, Kay?”

You can hear her quiet back down a little, the soft tenderness of her voice seeping back into her words once more as she spoke.

“Do me a favor please and try to call him, okay? Just, try and talk to him, at least once.  That way when you hear his voice and listen to what he says, you’ll know whether or not what you feel is real.”

Your breath gets heavy and your heart skips a beat, almost feeling it in your throat.  Call him?  You hadn’t thought of that. Come to think of it, you’d never called him.

Other than the last time you saw him in person, pretty much all your communication had been through text except for the occasional video message.

“Can you do that, Y/N?” Your best friends compassionate voice speaks in your ear, and you swallow thickly, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I can do that I think.”

“You promise?”  

Damn.  Should’ve never said that shit.

You roll your eyes, stifling a deep breath.  “Yeah yeah, I promise.”

“Good!” You can practically feel her cheesy ass grin through the phone, already knowing it was plastered on her face triumphantly from giving you the challenge.

“Love youuu,” she sings out over the phone, and you kiss your teeth, groaning.

“Love your annoying ass too. Now get off my phone, wasting all my damn minutes.”

“Bitch, now you know damn well you ain’t got no one else to talk to to be kicking me off like this.”

“GOOD-BYE KAY.”

After a few more rounds of back and forth and finally hanging up (but not before agreeing to call her back in the morning with allll the details), you walk over to your nightstand and plug your phone in, returning to the vanity to finish your hair.

After slathering your strands in a second coat of hair cream and deciding against using a gel this week, you glance at the clock, noting that the night was still young and you had time to cook and clean the kitchen like you’d planned.  Tying your hair up in a high pineapple, you slip on some fuzzy socks and head to the kitchen, stomach grumbling hungrily.

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A couple hours later you plop down onto your bed, completely exhausted and ready to relax.  Pulling your bowl of shrimp scampi over to you, you spike a shrimp with your fork, popping it into your mouth while you flip through the channels to find something to watch.  

Your eyes glance down to the time on the cable box, seeing that it was only about 7:30.  

It should be about 10:30 where Erik is, now.

The thought had crossed your mind before you could even stop it, and you close your eyes, willing yourself to get control over your thoughts.

You promised Kay you would call him.

Goddammit.  You slam the remote down on the bed, it making a soft thud against the comforter, and you sit up, placing your bowl onto your nightstand and picking up your phone, unplugging it.

You twirl it around in your hand a few times, trying one last time to try and find a way to talk yourself out of it.  

But of course, the one time you actually want the nagging little voice in the back of your mind to say something, she’s as quiet as a mouse.

Before you can second guess it, you quickly open your phone and tap the screen until you reach Erik’s contact, finger hovering over the call button.

It’s time to make a decision, Y/N.

Fuck it.

Taking a deep breath, you press the phone icon, pressing the phone to your ear as you wait for the call to connect.

When it starts to ring, you tense a little, bringing your knees to your chest as you wrap your arm around them, feeling your nerves start to creep up on you.

By the third ring, you wonder if maybe you caught him at a bad time, remembering what he’d said to you once about having a strict bed ti-

“Hello?”

You pause, your mouth agape as your eyes widen, your words getting stuck in your throat.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

You open and close your mouth, not sure what to say.

“Babygirl?”

You finally get the breath back in your lungs, and you speak.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here. Sorry, I just, I didn’t know what to say. I…I’ve never called you before.” You give a weak chuckle, your fingers winding themselves tightly around the hem of your shirt.

“I know. Is everything okay? Are you okay?” You can hear the worry in his voice, and you could kick yourself for accidentally making him panic like this.

“Yeah I’m okay, Erik.  I’m okay.”

“Okay, good.” You hear his voice calm a little, followed by a whoosh of breath. “What’s up then, baby?”

You feel your insides warm at the pet name, your cheeks twitching at the corners into a small smile.

“Nothing, I um…”

You fist your free hand into a loose fist, twiddling your fingers against one another as you struggle to get the words out.

Just say it.

Closing your eyes, you try again, clearing your throat.

“I uh… I miss you.”

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Three thousand miles away at the Natick, MA US Navy Department, Erik stands outside the Naval Operations building, the rough sound of two M1161 Growlers noisily passing by in the background.  

It had been a tough week, much like the past four that he’d been struggling to get through without losing a part of himself in some way.  He knew you always went to bed early for work, so he’d been putting off talking to you for another few days until he had time that he could set aside and devote to just you.  

But here you were, on his line, calling him out of the blue.  And the sound of your voice was the sweetest thing he’d heard all deployment.

His cheeks ache at your confession, much like his heart, and he bites his lip to keep from smiling like a lovestruck teen.

“I miss you too, babygirl.  More than you even know.”

#okay it's 1 in the morning and i have work tomorrow but i WILL put this in my bio tomorrow okay lol #thehomiefics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom

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New Shit

Things posted from 11/18/19- present.

Kissing Strangers: Communication

Eat Your Dinner

Smile For Me Daddy II

#I might make this post prettier at some point but i promised yall i'd link this so here we are lol #thehomiefics

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We Goin to Hell

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

A/N: I know I know Silent Heartbeats was supposed to be first but listen this was TOO funny for me not to do.  Based on this video. Just a quick 30 min write up I did.

This gives me an excuse to get my taglist together so expect a tag shortly for this if you’re a regular!

Warnings: None! Just sit back and laugh :) Thank you forever and always for your support!!!!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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Clutching the notepad to her chest, Nairah swings her feet over the edge of the couch, fidgeting as her fingers pull at rings on the binding.  She’d come to you earlier that night excited about wanting to show you what she’d learned in art class, and she’d practically begged for you to model for her so she could draw your picture.

“I’ve been posed for like ten minutes, let me see the product honey,” you softly say to her, gesturing at the portrait in her hands.

You hear a choke behind you and you toss a dirty look back towards your twins, both of them snickering as they scurry off to their rooms, leaving their dad behind lying on the floor.

“But…” Her eyes trail the two watching as they leave, and she hangs her head, reluctantly pulling the portrait free from her grip and turning around to you, still covering it.  Slowly, she removes her hand and shows you the picture.

You were not expecting to see what you did.

“Is that ME?” Your eyes bug as your voice accidentally goes up three octaves at the end of your sentence, and you press your lips together to keep from accidentally bursting into laughter. You hear Erik snort a laugh and look over to see his body bouncing on the floor, jerking with his silent laughter.

Slamming the notepad face down on the cushion Nairah gets up, but before she can leave you gently push her back down on the couch, fixing your voice so you can spare your daughters feelings.

“No! No it’s nicE! It’s so nice! Ohhh…” You can feel tears building up in the corners of your eyes as you try and keep a straight face, and you swipe your finger under each eye quickly to catch them before she see’s. You pick up the notebook and look at it again, the tears coming back.

“I… I never looked better!”  Your voice cracks again at the end as you look at your babygirl slumped on the couch, struggling to keep a straight face and not laugh. Taking in a deep breath, you try another approach.

“Ooo,” you try and hype her up, looking at the photo again to observe it. “Where were you!? Where were you when it was time for senior photos??” You almost lose it again but you manage to reel it back in, pressing your brows together to look serious.

Erik coughs behind you, his ugly ass laugh slipping out in a choked breath.

You bend down and give Nairah a big hug, thanking her for the picture.

“This is so beautiful, thank you so much babygirl!  Mommy really loves it, okay?” You rub at her chest, reassuring her that you were serious.

She crosses her arms, sinking further down into the cushions as she eyes your face.

“Then why was Daddy laughing?” her small defeated voice pulls at your heartstrings, her poor little face looking so sad.  

You smack your gums, determined to make your babygirl feel better.

“Daddy don’t know what he doing anyway!” You grab a pillow off the couch and chuck it at Erik, seeing it bounce off his head.  She picks up her pencil again, scribbling on the page and half listening as you keep trying to comfort her.

“Don’t listen to him sweetie. Didn’t you say you wanted to draw in France? Say ‘C'est un bon dessin’. That’s how you say ‘that’s a great drawing’ in French,”

Erik’s laughing gets louder, and you look over and see him weakly pushing himself up from the floor.

You hug Nairah one last time and thank her again, kissing her on the forehead and telling her to go get ready for bed and you’d be there in a moment to tuck her in.

Once she leaves, you get up from the couch and go over to Erik on the floor, your knees weak from not being able to hold it in any longer and you collapse next to him laughing.

“Why you lie to that girl like that?” Erik asks you between gaps of breath, his eyes squinted with tears.

“Nigga one of us had to be a parent! It wasn’t you!” You answer him in between chuckles, letting your body fall to the floor as you lay down.

“You know her ass not going to France right?” he tells you, and you clap your hand over your mouth to keep from hollering.

Finally calming down you turn over onto your back, looking up at the ceiling and watching as the fan spins. “We goin to Hell.”

Both of you look over at each other at the same time and burst into laughter, and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into him, both your bodies shaking from the nonstop laughter.

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HC : Erik having a breeding kink

[A/N: Soooo I know you said headcanon, but with the idea I had I thought it would translate better in fic form.  I reallyyy hope this encompasses what you wanted anon! Let me know if you want a continuation or if you’re satisfied with how it ended. Thank you for asking!!]

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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The shriek of the alarm clock startles you awake, the incessant ringing of the kitchen timer bouncing around in your ears.

You groan, stretching your limbs as far as they’ll reach, rolling your shoulders and neck as you feel the softness of the duvet beneath you.

Your nap had felt much shorter than it actually was; you’d come to an agreement of thirty minutes this time, but to your exhausted body it’d only felt like ten.

Before you have a chance to fully wake up, you hear footsteps approaching from outside the room. Heavy thuds from a pair of steel-toed boots get louder as they round the corner, stopping outside your doorway.

“Did you sleep well, princess?”

Your turn your head as much as you can to look back at the source of the voice, taking everything you had in you to restrain yourself from cursing him out for leaving you like this.

He must’ve been able to read your mind from the look on your face, because he chuckles, stepping into the room and bending down to untie his boots.

“This part was your idea princess, I just simply used my skills to make it happen,” he smirks up at you, slipping off the boots and placing them in the corner.

You let your head fall back onto the bed as you grunt, rolling your eyes into the sheets so he can’t see.

“I did manage to go to the store while you were sleeping to get something for you, though. I think you’ll really like it.”

Grabbing your waist, he flips you over on the bed, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss as he fists his fingers into your kinky hair.  Trailing his lips down to your neck he nips at your skin, whispering a warning about you rolling your eyes at him.

You giggle guiltily, biting your lip to hide your smile as you stretch your neck, allowing him to continue peppering kisses down your skin.

When he reaches the base of your throat, he sucks the skin there, working his tongue to turn your deep mahogany complexion purple with hickeys, and you sigh in contentment.

He brings his hands to your sides, caressing and squeezing your flesh between his fingers, absentmindedly tracing the stretch marks he’d memorized over your tummy and hips.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small pocket knife, and with a flick of the wrist he flips it open, reaching up to press the sharp tip into the base of your shoulder.

Slowly, he traces the knife delicately up your arm, careful not to put too much pressure and break the skin.  You whimper, trying hard not to squirm too much as the knife travels over your skin, shivering as a chill crawls up your spine and your back arches.

Erik presses himself into you, and you feel his hard length against your thigh as he grinds into you, resuming kisses to your lips.  

Reaching your wrists, he digs the knife under the rope, cutting it loose and doing the same with the other hand.  Pushing the tattered pieces off your hands, he clicks the knife shut, pocketing it and rubbing your wrists to soothe the soreness left by the ropes.

You stretch your fingers, opening and closing your palms and leaning up on your elbows, grateful to finally be able to move freely.

Erik kisses you on your cheek, moving his hands to caress your shoulders, working away the aches in your muscles.

“You never answered me babygirl.  Did you sleep alright?” He whispers, kissing you again on the other cheek.

You nod, leaning your head against his as you try and stifle a yawn.

“Are you still tired? We can stop for the night if you want, pick back up tomorrow,” He holds your face in his hands, looking in your eyes to properly gauge how you’re feeling.

You snort, knowing damn well that if you did this again tomorrow you definitely wouldn’t be able to function for the rest of the week.  

You check in really quickly with yourself, flexing your limbs and mentally deciding where you were at.  When you’re done, you grab his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles and smiling up at him as you nod.

“I’m good.”

“Okay. What level are you at?” He kisses your knuckles back, squeezing your hand.

“Green.”

Biting his lip, he nods, a slow smile creeping up on his face as he gets up, dropping your hand.

“Good.  Now get your ass on that bed and spread your legs.”

You look up at him with a dropped jaw, unprepared for his quick shift from caring to dominating, and you feel a small trickle of wetness leak out onto the bed as your skin flushes hot.

Unbuttoning his shirt he eyes you, walking around the bed and lifting an eyebrow at your still form.  

“Don’t make me say it again.”

You reach back to drag yourself to the middle of the bed, opening your legs as you do, and you watch as he reaches into the shopping bag he’d brought, pulling out a bundle of thin pink rope and tossing it on the bed.

Discarding his shirt he begins to take off his pants, taking note of your position.

“Wider.”

You widen your legs, your fingers scratching at the sheets as you restrain yourself from reaching between your legs to relieve the ache at your center.

Grabbing the rope, Erik crawls on the bed, taking one of your ankles and tying the rope in a single column tie around it before securing it with a knot.

Pushing your heel back against your butt, he begins wrapping the rope around your leg to start a basic leg tie, repeating the action with the other leg when he finishes.

With your legs securely bonded and open for display, you can feel the cold air touching the wetness between your legs, and you watch as Erik’s eyes brighten as he lowers himself on the bed in front of you, pushing your legs up to where your knees hover over your sides.

Licking his lips, with no warning he dives in, your surprised wail stealing the air from your lungs.

Your hands fly to his head, pushing and gripping as his tongue laps up your juices, his lips wrapping around your hard clit before stiffening his tongue and working it over the sensitive bud like a pendulum.  

When your fingers clench and accidentally scratch his neck, he stops and disconnects from you, eyes piercing into yours as his nose flares and he snarls at you.

You gulp, shrinking down into the sheets as you move your hands from around his head, returning them to your sides where they were supposed to be.

Still eyeing you dangerously, he leans down and continues with his feast, dipping down to dig deep into your pussy, scooping up all remnants of your earlier session.  

Deliciously swallowing both of your mixed fluids, he keeps sucking and devouring, eager to clean you out completely so you can be ready for him to fill you up again.

His tongue licks against your soft spongey g-spot, and your legs tremble, a high pitched keen breaking through your lips.  As he continues tickling the spot you buck your hips, your pelvis lifting from the bed and almost out of Erik’s mouth.

Grabbing your hips he pushes you back down, burying his face again with a growl as you release all over his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your delicious cream.

Deciding he was finally done after your opening stopped twitching and you stopped screaming, he rolls over onto his back, lifting his hips to push down and discard his boxers.

Wiping his face clean with his palm, he turns to you, lifting a hand and beckoning you over with a finger.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap babygirl and let me fill you up like a creampuff.”

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Warnings: Smut, Bondage, BDSM

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fanfics #TheHomieFics

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Bruh I can imagine Erik saying “Like you mean it” in that tinder voice, and staring at you with his pretty brown eyes😭😭

Shame [Prelude] // Kissing Strangers [Part I] // Communication [Part II]

[A/N: So I know when you sent this in you were probably responding to my story Kissing Strangers, but I wanted to do something else with this since so many people seemed to enjoy that story. (Uh huh, bet you thought I didn’t see this ask huh 😂). Anywho, this is part 1 of 2, so stay tuned! If yall wanna incorporate this into the K.S. Universe go for it! But there’s still a lot of development to go before this story happens.  I listened to Sabrina Claudio’s Creation (i know sis….) on repeat while writing this. Enjoy! And as always, thanks for asking anon!! ]

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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Shivers run down your back as he traces along your spine with a finger, sliding delicately over the bralette you wore and down to the small of your back.  He lets the rest of his fingers peek out to crawl around your skin, nails scratching lightly as he feels around the plushy flesh resting there.

Out of habit, you shrink away from his curious exploration, self conscious about the unsightly back rolls, mentally cringing at what he must’ve thought.

“Let me touch you,” he whispers against your lips, his other hand pulling you back to him, large palm gripping your thick waist with security.

Your heart flutters at the gesture, a comforting warmth emanating out from your chest, and down below.  As you look down at him with a lip tucked between your teeth, he watches you with half lidded eyes, leaning forward to tug it free and suck the juicy fold into his mouth.

Sighing contentedly, you bring your hands up to either side of his face, closing your eyes and melting into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. Your tongues dance slowly with one another as you explore each others mouths, nipping and sucking softly until both your lips are red and swollen with desire.

Pulling back with a groan, he surveys your outfit, not for the first time that night.  Sucking in a sharp breath, he clicks his tongue with irritation, rolling it around in his mouth.

“Now you knew damn well you was wrong when you walked out the house like this.” His eyebrow twitches as he speaks through clenched teeth, the frustration he’d felt the entire evening burning like acid on his tongue.  You feel the deep timbre of his voice vibrate through your body, and his eyes flicker to yours, narrowed and concentrated. “Didn’t you?”

Inhaling a thick breath of air, you bite your lip to conceal your smirk, nodding innocently as you feel the sexual tension grow between the two of you, along with something else.

“Words.”

He doesn’t break eye contact, waiting patiently for your verbal response.

Straightening your posture, you push your hands against his lower abdomen, feeling the solid muscles there constrict, giving yourself a layer of protection in case he decided to pounce.  “Yes.”

He sniffs, nodding his head while his eyes trail down to your spread thighs on either side of his hips, feeling his gaze on your center.

“Yet, you decided to do it anyway. Why?”

You swallow thickly, resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at his aggressive interrogation.

“Because it’s cute.”  You raise a brow, holding your head high with conviction as if the answer was obvious.

Eyeing you dangerously, he reaches forward, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing firmly until he feels your pulse race anxiously against his palm. A weak whine manages to slip past your lips, but you cut it short, seeing the threatening look behind his eyes.

“Why?” He asks you again, eyebrows raised expectantly for the correct answer this time.

Licking your lips, you open your mouth, and he gives your throat a warning squeeze, daring you to lie to him again before loosening his grip.

“Because I knew it would get to you.” Your words are breathy, heart skipping a beat at your foolish confession.

He leans forward, a smile curling its way onto his lips as he drops the hand around your neck to trace the lines of your collar bone, following it with his eyes.

He places a kiss to your shoulder.

“Do you like teasing me, Miss Y/L/N?”

He places another kiss right above it, your skin growing increasingly sensitive with each touch.

With your words caught in your throat, you move to shake your head, but a sharp smack to your ass makes you gasp, stopping you in your tracks.

You glance down to find those same insidious eyes watching you again, eager for another mistake as he continues lacing kisses up the side of your neck.

Clearing your throat, you find your voice again, speaking with a shaky breath.  “No.”

“Hm?”  You can feel his soft breath tickling your skin, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention from the close proximity. He was torturing you now.

Closing your eyes, you try again, this time with more certainty.

“No.”

With his lips pressed to the shell of your ear, he whispers into it, his icy tone sending a chill down your back.

“Wrong answer.”

The air feels as though it thins around you, your breaths becoming shallow as you wait with trepidation for whatever was about to come.

You chance a peek at him, eyes wide and silently pleading for him to have mercy on you, to give you one more chance to get it right.

Bringing his face up to yours, he stops a hair’s breadth away from you, your nose tickling from the closeness, and you feel your stomach sink as you watch his sweet brown eyes turn cold.

You feel a popped tug at your pants and the zipper on your jeans being pulled down as the cool air in the car begins to touch your lower half.

“Take these off.”

Grabbing your bottom with a handful of meatiness in each hand, he lifts you up, placing you off to the side onto the seat next to him. Scooting himself towards the door, he rests back cooly with one leg bent at the knee on the seat, the other on the floor.  His left arm lays behind the headrest, the other in his lap, fingers twitching around the aching mass between his legs.

With the small distance between you, you feel as though you’re center stage, and the intrigued look on his face as his eyes rake over you let you know that he’s ready for the show.

You take in a deep breath, chest filling with nervous butterflies that flutter away as you exhale through your nostrils.  Hooking both thumbs into the rim of your pants at your waist, you slowly push them down off your tummy, stopping to instinctively pull your underwear back up over the soft pudge.

“Don’t.”  His deep voice stalls you in your movements, and you release your tug on your panties, the thin material snapping back against your skin.

Looking into your eyes, with a small nod he silently commands you to keep going, and you continue pushing the material down, pausing to lift yourself as you work it up and over your hips.  As more of your chocolate brown skin is revealed, he licks his lips, swallowing down the collection of saliva that pooled in his mouth at the sight of you.

You keep your legs together as you finish shoving your jeans down the rest of the way, bending your knees and tucking each of your feet back as they’re freed to cover the view of your crotch.

Balling up the dark denim, you toss it over into the trunk of the car, straightening your legs out on the seat to their full length, your chubby socked feet stopping just before his crotch.

Running his thumb up the side of your sole, he takes one foot in his hand, slowly peeling the thin silk from around your ankle, revealing your cute black pedicured toes as he pulls it off. He does the same with the other foot, folding the socks into one another before tossing them over his shoulder to join your jeans in the back.

Rolling his thumbs into the sole of your right foot, he massages the soft skin, the tickling feeling making you arch and squirm in your spot.  You can feel the wetness in between your legs grow with each firm knead, and when he presses the nail of his thumb into the base of your heel and draw up, your body shudders at the sensation, closing your eyes to keep him from seeing them roll into the back of your head.

Chuckling at your reaction, he brings your foot up to his mouth to softly kiss the pad of your big toe, working his way down the line of appendages as he holds them against his lips. His tongue snakes out to suck on your pinky toe, but you snatch your foot back before he can make contact, a  devilish snicker filtering out from him as a full blown grin spreads his lips, touching the corners of his eyes.

You pull both your legs back and wrap your arms around your knees protectively, too distracted by the irritatingly beautiful smile painted on his face to roll your eyes at him like you wanted to.

“Where you think you going? Get back over here,”

He chews his lip as he glances down at your shielded legs, beckoning you back over to him with a hooked index finger.

When you refuse to move, his smile fades, face morphing back into the dark demonic look that you were becoming accustomed to seeing.

He stares you down with a testing look, but you don’t budge an inch.  If he wanted you, he was gonna have to come get you.

Slowly leaning forward into a menacing crouch, he balances the weight of his upper body on the palms of his hands, beginning a steady crawl towards you. The muscles in his back undulate with each stride, the rolling of his shoulders reminding you of that of a jaguar on the prowl.

You reach behind you to drag yourself away from his sauntering presence, but your hand hits the door, and your stomach sinks at the realization that there’s no where else for you to go.

As he reaches your legs, he wraps one large palm around your calf, gripping it and tugging you towards him forcefully, causing a frightened yelp to escape your lips.

Your back falls flat against the seat, and you see his large frame above you, peering down at you like you’re his helpless prey.

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Warnings: Pre smut, Corniness, Insane Cheesiness I’m sure

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther fanfics #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission I Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N: A longggg time ago a lovely anon came in my inbox spitting an idea, and my ass finally got around to making it happen.  It’s a lil modified, but I hope y’all still enjoy it nonetheless.  Thank you anon for your brilliance!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, twirling the forkful of salad around in your fingers as you stare off into space, lost in thought.  Ranch dressing drips off a piece of lettuce onto your tupperware lid, splattering a little onto the table, but you don’t even notice, your mind entirely somewhere else.

“Hello?”

The voice of your best friend, Nichelle, filters through to your brain, and you irritatedly bring your mind back to the present, unhappy to be interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Damn girl! You was zoned tf out! What the hell you thinking about that got your ass stuck like that!?” She interrogates you, her eyes squinted in suspicion.  While you normally wouldn’t have wasted anytime telling her about one of the many sex daydreams you regularly found yourself having, the one between you, Erik, and a certain little razor wasn’t one you were willing to share this time.

This one was your own naughty little secret, made even more special by the fact that this time it was an actual memory rather than a fantasy.

Clearing your throat, you wave her off.

“Nothing girl, just thinking about work,” you lie, popping the salad into your mouth and chewing.

“…Uh huh.” She grunts, not buying it. “All I know is, don’t nobody ever catch me thinking bout work with a smile on my face and biting my lip. You must got some bomb ass benefits girl,” Picking up her own fork she eats a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head at you.

Your nostrils flare and you bring your hand to your mouth to keep food from flying out of it as you snort, laughing from being caught.  You didn’t even realize your face was out here exposing you like that.

“Mind your business, bitch,” you tell her after swallowing, reaching over to grab your tea and take a sip.

“I’m just sayin, if you gone be out here reliving your sexcapades you can at least try not to eyefuck the table while you do it.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you’re grateful this time there wasn’t anything in your mouth because you immediately giggle at her statement.

“Shut the hell up Chelle, damn.” You whisper as your eyes shift around the small outdoor cafe to make sure no one else overheard. “Besides, don’t you have your own man and kinky sex dreams you should be thinking about? Stop being so damn nosy.” You fuss at her, angling your fork before stabbing into her pasta and stealing some.

“Girl I would except that nigga not here” Her head falls back and she grumbles, her face sulking.  “He’s in Georgia at some stupid work ‘thing’, which means I don’t get any dick until next Friday. That’s why I gotta live vicariously through you bitch! Now pleaseee, tell me something, I’m dying over here.”

She gives you a sad puppydog look, poking out her lips at you.

You roll your eyes. “Girl you know that shit don’t work on me.  Why don’t you just FaceTime Brian and tell him you’re horny? Isn’t phone sex y’all’s thing?” You take some more pasta, savoring the delicious Cheesecake Factory takeout.

Blowing a raspberry, she leans her head on her fist.  “We had to stop doing that after he answered the phone with his mom in the car.”

“Wait, WHA-“

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. Anyway,” She waves her hand as if waving the cringey memory away. “How have you and Erik been?  I know y’all probably been fucking nonstop since you got your tests back, huh? Ol bowlegged ass,” she eyes you coyly with a knowing smirk that says ‘I know what y’all been doing’.

You chuckle yet again at your hilarious friend, so thankful for her ability to always keep you laughing.

“Actually, we haven’t been fucking, thank you very much. My broke ass lungs made sure of that.”  You tell her the story of how you almost choked and died from seeing Erik’s dick, and when she finally stopped cackling at you she grabbed your hand, patting the back of it.

“Oh you poor, poor bitch,” Her face turned down into a faux look of pity.  “You might as well reserve your burial plot now because from the looks of it your ass not gonna survive him dicking you down.”

You snatch your hand from hers, glaring at her.

“I mean let’s be honest here,” she continues, ignoring you, “your ass talk a lot of shit, so you’re mad trippin if you don’t think he won’t obliterate your walls given the first opportunity.”

You pick up your phone, opening your messages while you let her words go in one ear and out the other. It was bad enough you had to live with the knowledge that the mere sight of seeing Erik naked had you hyperventilating, you didn’t need to think of what other ridiculous responses your body would have once he actually started putting use to it.

She continues roasting you as you click on a new message from Erik, seeing a link to a video attached.  A message accompanies it.

Put in your headphones before you watch.

You fish your earbuds out of your purse, completely ignoring your friend now.  Clicking them into the audio plug, you put the buds in your ears before clicking on the link.

The video starts with a view of Erik sitting at what looks like his home office desk, clad in a red T-shirt and a pair of black sweats.  The top of his face is cut off, but you can tell its him by the signature keloids sprinkled over his arms and the telltale smirk on his face displaying his gold fronts, letting you know he was up to no good.

“Hi baby, I miss you today,” the audio plays, and you hear his smooth voice bleed into your ears, sounding so sensual.  You almost forget that it’s a video and respond back, wanting to talk to him and tell him you miss him too.

“I can’t wait till you get home, but I wanted to show you something first before you got here.”

He pushes himself away from the desk, rolling back in his chair, and you’re able to see more of his lap now that it’s uncovered.  Lifting his shirt, he takes the bottom of it and tucks it between his teeth, giving you a peep of his uncovered chest and the long thin gold chain hanging under his shirt.

Leaning a little bit closer, your eyes focus on his belly button, thinking you see something odd there when he takes both his hands and pushes his sweats down, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock standing at full attention, the head of which stops just below his navel.

Your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide, completely entranced by the view of your man stripping down for you.  You watch as he takes one of his hands and grabs his heavy member, beginning a slow stroke from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist over the head.  

You feel a slow wetness start to leak from your pussy, and you shift your legs in your seat, not wanting it to seep past your panties.  

Erik continues pumping himself, taking in a ragged breath and speaking to you again.

“You see what you got me doing, princess?” He groans as his hand reaches its peak again, picking up the pace as he continues pleasuring himself.  “I can’t wait till you get home so Daddy can teach you how to touch him. I just need your hands on me babygirl,” He sucks in a breath, moaning as his head falls back. “And that mouth. Fuckkk…”

You lick your lips and swallow as spit fills your mouth, desperately wishing you could climb through the screen and into his lap right now.

Your fingers feel the side of your phone, looking for the volume button to turn it up when you hear something behind you.

“DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Nichelle’s loud ass voice scares the shit out of you and you drop your phone, you earbuds snapping unplugged as it clatters to the ground, and the sounds of Erik moaning at top volume fill the outside patio.

You scramble to pick it up, grateful that other than you two and another single patron in the corner, nobody was really around to hear it.  Flipping your phone to silent, you exhale a deep breath before turning your burning gaze to your friend.

“What the hell!! You scared the fuck out of me! Why is your ass behind me anyway?!” you yell at her, your heart still beating out of your chest.

“You were ignoring me hoe! But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me his dick looked like that?” She points back at your phone screen at the paused video.

You press the home button, exiting out of the video player and dropping your phone in your bag. You growl as you start packing your stuff up, dumping your unfinished lunch into your lunch bag.

“I swear Niche, if you were anyone else I’d be cursing your ass out right now, you’re lucky its you.”  

She stops you and pulls you into a hug, one you grumbly accept as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise, but your face looked so shocked I wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You couldn’t totally be upset about that, given that had it been any other time you’d have probably showed her whatever it was that had your eyes bugging out of your head. Too bad this time it ended up being a home video of Erik.

You shake her off, pushing her away.  “Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going home, I’mma see you later.”  You grab your stuff, leaning over to kiss Nichelle on the cheek before heading out.

“Where you going? You just gonna leave me here?” She calls after you.

“Did you not see the same video I did? I’m going HOME.” You yell back at her over your shoulder, laughing loudly.

“Try not to choke!” She calls after you, cheering you on as you rush yourself to the car.

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Warnings: Baby Smut

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fics #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

Do you think Erik likes being in front of the camera? Like if his woman was a photographer and asked him to do an x rated photo shoot just for their eyes only. I’m talking baby oil and everything, would he be a little nervous?

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A/N:  First, l want to say that I absolutely LOVE this question.  I know I’ve been sitting on it for a minute, but every time I read it I get so many ideas in my head of how this would go, and I love how unique this thought is.  I also really wanted to incorporate the above twitter post into a story, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity! I broke this up into two parts because I felt like it would flow better, so more is to come for this. As always, thank you for asking!  I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of this!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“I want you to come home.”

Erik lies face up on the arm of the couch, his long legs making his feet dangle over the edge on the other side, his huge body taking up all the space in the middle.  He throws an arm over his forehead, blowing a raspberry and playing with the coiled extension cord that strung out from the base on the wall.

He was soo bored, waiting for her to get back to keep him company and make his night much more interesting.

“Baby, you know I’m working late tonight.  I won’t be back for another few hours, I’ve got one more client left to shoot.”  Y/N looks out the large glass window of her downtown studio, looking at the traffic pile up down below.  

She hears him groan on the other side of the line, followed by the sound of shuffling.

Erik sits up, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the wall clock.  6:47.  He kisses his teeth, pressing the phone back to his ear as he lays back down.

“Is this that same picky ass indie chick that cancelled on you twice already?”  The bass in his voice comes out, and she can tell by the way his breathings changed that his nostrils are probably flared out in irritation and his grip on the phone is tighter.

It was 6:47 on a Friday night, and instead of being laid up on the couch with him, his baby was still at the studio waiting on some flake.

“You should’ve told her to find somebody else, my baby time far too valuable to be sitting around for some bummy ass knotted haired white chick to show up.”

“Relax, babe! Please? She called earlier and told me she’d be here at 7:15.  I’m good babe, I promise.”  Her voice is soft and soothing in his ear, and the veins in his forehead smooth down at her request.

Fine.  He’d relax.  But only because she’d told him to.

Rolling over to his side, he changes the subject, not wanting his own sour mood to influence hers before the shoot.

“You eat yet?”

“…No,” she admits, voice meek.

“I’ve been caught up in portfolios since three, but I’ll see if I can take a break around 8:30 and order in.  Maybe that Indian place down the street?”

It was one of her favorites, and she’d discovered it one day when she was scoping the area for her studio a few years ago.

“You ain’t eat since WHEN? Uh uh. I’m coming down there Y/N.  That lady got you and me fucked up.”

He shoots up from his spot on the couch, reaching over to grab his Nike Air Bakin’s he’d kicked off earlier.

“Erik-”

“Nah babe, that bird not coming, and my girl not going hungry a second longer.  Call up that Indian place and order what you want. I’m on my way.”

She doesn’t even have a chance to dispute the plan before he air kisses her over the phone and hangs up, the hum of the dead line left ringing in her ear.

“Well, OK then,” she shrugs, and she holds down the switch, listening for the dial tone before typing in the number to Akbars Indian Restaurant.

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At 7:30, Erik rolls into the parking structure under the building, the warm to-go boxes of Indian food filling the car with their mouth watering aroma.  He’d taken it upon himself to order a couple extra samosas and garlic naan, even though Y/N said she was swearing off carbs a couple days ago.  

He knew she loved the baked goods, and even though she didn’t agree, he loved the way she looked when she carried some extra weight on her.  All he wanted to do was keep her fat, happy, and laughing.  

His perfect little plump princess.

He keys himself into the building, riding the freight elevator all the way up to the top floor.  He lifts up the gate with one hand, stepping onto the dark marble floor of the wide open space and hearing the melody of soft jazz echoing around from the overhead speakers.

She often liked to work while playing music, stating that it helped to get her mind in the zone.  He eases up on his heavy footsteps to quietly navigate his way through the hallways, the veins in his forehead making a comeback.  

Even if that bird did end up showing up he didn’t care, she was just gonna have to wait in the lobby or some shit while he pulled Y/N aside for a lunch break.  And if she had any problems about that she could speak directly to him.  He had a few things of his own he wouldn’t mind getting off his chest.

He turns the corner into the main room, seeing a white backdrop and studio lighting on the far wall, the reception desk mirroring it on the other end of the room.

A few white leather couches decorated the space in the middle surrounding a dark oakwood coffee table, and off to the side laid an old quilted blanket with a couple floor pillows thrown on top, looking out of place.

He puts the food down on the coffee table and walks around, looking to see where Y/N is.  Before he can exit out into one of the neighboring storage rooms, she appears from around the corner, carrying some silver utensils and napkins from the kitchen as well as a couple bottles of water.

Her face warms as she sees him, mouth spreading open to reveal that gorgeous million dollar smile of hers that Erik couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re here,” her voice is airy and light, and he walks to meet her halfway, enveloping her into his arms.  She lets herself be engulfed, burying the side of her face into his chest.

They stay like that for a few minutes, no words being said as they hold each other, Erik making soft grunts of contentment as he presses kisses into the top of her head.  He lets the smells of her blueberry scented hair products fill his nostrils, taking in a huge breath.

“I missed you.” He finally speaks, and she leans her head back, neck craned as she looks up at him, resting her chin on his stomach.

“I missed you too,” she smiles, and she links her arms together behind him, his head dipping down low to kiss her on the lips, groaning lowly at how soft and plush like they feel against his.  

He closes his eyes, letting his mouth lazily rest on top of hers, too comfortable to move away.

“Where patchouli at?” He mumbles against her mouth, and she snorts a laugh.

“She not coming.”  She sighs, and he sniffs, giving her an admonishing Uh huh, told yo ass.

“Whatever,” she grunts, peeking around him towards the coffee table, the smell of the Indian food sparking the interest of her nose and her stomach.

She tries to pull away to go check out the awaited meal, but he pulls her back, whining from the back of his throat.

“Mmm nooo, I’m not done yet.” He lays his head on top of hers and holds her in place, her weak little attempts at wiggling out of his grasp failing miserably.

“Mooveee,” she moans at him, fake crying. “I’m hungryy.”

He can hear the pout in her words, and he smacks his gums and lifts off of her, succumbing to his baby girl.

“Fine.  But I’m laying on you while you eat.”  He takes her hand and leads her over to the blanket and pillows on the floor, grabbing the bag of food on the way.

“Baby ass…” she comments under her breath, but his ears pick up it, and he drops her hand, swatting her on the butt.

“Yeah and you love it too, don’t even front.”  He remarks confidently, and a bashful smile pokes at her cheeks that she fights from becoming full blown.  She did love it.

They sit, working together to lay out the food, Y/N grabbing one of the brussels sprouts out of the container and popping it into her mouth, chewing hungrily as she finishes filling up her plate.

She sits cross legged, digging in as Erik settles himself with his head in her lap, the rest of his body sprawled out on the floor far out of the range of the blanket.  He doesn’t care at all though, rubbing his large palms against her thighs and nudging his face under her shirt to kiss at her increasingly expanding stomach, happy to see all of the items on his list of three being fulfilled.

He munches on some of the food eventually too, mainly after she’d shoved one of the potato samosas into his mouth to stop his nipping at her tummy so she could finish in peace.  

After scooping the last bits of saag paneer into her mouth, she packs up the leftovers, Erik taking it to go put it in the staff refrigerator.  She folds up the floor blanket, dumping it and the pillows into one of the storage chests lined against the wall.

Before she even realizes he’s back in the room, Erik latches back onto her, wrapping his arms around the front of her waist and puling her back into him, humming into her neck and rubbing her full belly.

“You gon gimme a tour now?” He asks her, and she laughs at their little ongoing joke.

Y/N always changed around the decor and artwork of the studio, utilizing the projects of her latest clients and collaborations to give her fresh ideas and inspiration for upcoming shoots.  

Every few weeks there was a new theme, and since Erik could only visit a couple times a month because of his own busy schedule, every time he came it was like a new experience for him.

Since it was February, her current theme was “Black Love,” her way of honoring both the cultural celebration for the month and the Valentine’s Day celebration that fell in the middle.  There were portraits of several of her old clients hung around each studio room, like family portraits, engagement photo shoots, and maternity spreads.

Each studio had a different focus, too, so it was almost like walking through a museum the way that each room told it’s own story.

Since Erik had wedged himself back into his favorite spot - arms around her shoulders and nose buried in her hair - she had no choice but to waddle herself (and his) out into the hallway to begin the tour, starting with the first door on her left.

Opening the door, they step in, immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon and soft vanilla, and it feels like the aura of the room wrapped them in its arms for a warm, comforting embrace.

“I present to you: Studio One; Age Ain’t Nothin But a Number.”  She smiles lightly to herself at the name she’d borrowed from Aaliyah’s infamous first album.  She’d absolutely loved the artist since childhood, and wanted to pay homage to her legacy, honoring her the right way.

The color scheme was a shimmered gold and deep burgundy, the colors immediately, reminding Erik of his friends grandparents house he’d often visit after school back in Oakland.  Their house smelled exactly the same, and he could even spot the cinnamon broom sticks in the corner, giving off the fragrant smell.

The couch was vintage but it wasn’t old, and the carpet under his feet had him flashing back to the countless nights he’d spent on one just like it playing hot wheels and street fighter Sega matches.  

The whole room reminded him of his childhood, a feeling somewhere between nostalgia and longing striking him in the chest.  It was solidified even further for him when he looked up at the wall and saw the portraits that were hung around.  

Staggered along the wall were pictures of older black couples, some by themselves, and some of couples portraits.

The biggest picture hung in the middle, and it was of a young black couple, maybe early to mid thirties, the man a deep chocolate and the woman and ebony goddess.

It wasn’t until Erik took a closer look that he noticed the clothing they wore appeared to be from an older time.  As he studied their facial features, he realized that all of the pictures in the room were of them, just at different ages.

“One of my first clients,” she speaks from under his chin.  He’d walked them further into the room, stopping in front of the wide portrait to get a better look.

“They came in for a shoot to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary and they told me their story.  How they met, their first kiss, their first ‘I love you’s’.  Four kids and eight grandkids later, and this is the legacy they’ll be leaving behind.”  She smiles warmly as her eyes roam around the walls, taking in the history of their love.

“I asked if I could feature them in this months theme and in return restore their old photos for them, and they happily agreed.  They even lent some photos of their own parent’s for me to use.”

She points over to the corner of the room, Erik shuffling the both of them over to look at the aged photos from another time.

The both of them observe silently for a few moments, finally separating from each other to explore on their own.  Since Y/N had already seen the collection, she hung by the door, watching as Erik walked around the room like he was visiting and exhibit.

“I wanted this room to represent love in it’s truest form, and how it can survive through the years if you’re willing to put in the work.  It’s never too late to find love, or do everything you can to keep it alive.”

The entire display was absolutely beautiful, and after Erik was done soaking in everything, he felt as if he’d experienced this couples love story, right along side them.

“What are their names?” He asks her, making his way back to her to assume his original position.

“Judy and Maurice Jackson.”  She answers, and it’s almost as if by saying their names it breathes life into the room.

“This is amazing, baby.  You’re so incredibly talented,”  he praises her, and he brings her hand up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles, making her cheeks warm shyly.

“Thank you Erik,” she whispers back, and she kisses him on the cheek before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind them.

For the next hour, that’s how they spend their time; moving from studio to studio as Y/N explains the story behind each idea.

The themes explored parental love, familial love, friendship, and cultural identity, the last one detailing just a few examples of how diverse and expansive black culture is in the United States.

Each studio had it’s own name as well, titled in order: ‘Me and Your Mama’, ‘We Are Family’, ‘Way Back’, and ‘Say It Loud’.

The last studio was a private one that Y/N had been working on for the last couple months to get it prepared for a new service she was offering in the spring.

The service would only be available to select clients, but she’d been dying to give it a test run.

Luckily, her favorite client had decided to drop by today of all days, giving her the perfect opportunity to try it out.

Approaching the closed door, she slides herself out from under Erik, instructing him to stay put while she goes inside to get the room ready.

Thinking it’s an interactive theme, he stays put, his only complaint being for her to hurry up because it was cold without her.

A few minutes pass with Erik out in the hallway by himself, and when she finally opens up the door, her small body is looking up at his, her favorite DSLR camera around her neck with a 28mm lens attached to it.

Before he has a chance to voice his confusion she pulls him into the room, shutting the door behind her.

This studio is significantly bigger than the other ones, large enough to fit an entire California King size bed and two sofas, one a suede midnight black and the other a leather blood red.  Fur pelts decorate the ends of the couches, and a gigantic faux white fur rug sits in the middle of the floor.

A couple lighting setups are sitting in the corner of the room, along with a few shaded lamp covers, one in purple, one in red, and the other in white.

Over the bed hangs a low hanging chandelier with both red and purple bulbs alternating around it.

Erik hadn’t said a word since he’d stepping into the space, just the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the room, observing everything.

His curiosity leads him over to a table on the far side of the room, and he picks up one of the many bottles of baby oil sitting on top of it.

He turns around, and his face says it all.

“Y/N….” She can hear the unnervingly calm tone in his voice, meaning that she had about 5 seconds to start explaining before he put a hit out on all her male coworkers.

“Okay BEFORE you start freaking out, just wait a minute and listen.”

His nostrils flare out a little bit and he works his jaw, putting the bottle down and crossing his arms.

“You got one minute.”

She launches into her rehearsed pitch, already having practiced it in her head ten times before she even opened the door to let him in.

“Spring is coming up, and I want to offer a new service to returning customers who’d expressed their interest in the past when I brought it up.  I’ve done their maternity shoots, their engagement portraits, their anniversary photos, and now I want to try my hand at…boudoir photography.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but she cuts him off, still having 30 seconds on the clock.

“It’ll only have a trial run of two months and I already have five clients booked.  It won’t become a permanent service yet until I can get feedback from them, but… I need someone to test it out on first before I can start.”

His eyes grow wide at that, his eyebrows almost up to his hairline.  He’d met a few of her loyal clients, and while he tried to keep it under control, he couldn’t help but be a little bit cautious when it came to some of them.  

She was adored and loved by all of them, and on more than one occasion he felt like a few of the women had tried shooting their shot at her, right in front of him.

When he’d brought it up she’d laughed it off, telling him he was just being paranoid because she was bisexual, but he knew what was up.

No way anyone could just take one look at Y/N and not be immediately drawn to her; she had that effect on people.  He had to protect what they had, and he wasn’t about to just watch it slip through his fingers.

“Nah babe, Ion like it.  You already got way too many people up in here tryna get atchu, they don’t need an entire room dedicated to giving them an opportunity.  Get one of your interns to do it.”  The plain look on his face combined with his still crossed arms indicated that the conversation was over, and there would be no further discussion on the topic.  

He must’ve forgot who he was fucking with.

She narrows her eyes, taking a step towards him.

“First of all, I wasn’t asking for your permission, I was telling you about my next business venture.  I’m a grown ass woman and this is my business.  You have no say here, Erik.”

His eyebrows were raised again, but for a different reason this time. It wasn’t often that he and his girl got into arguments, but when they did he always got just a little bit aroused at the fire in her eyes when she started going off.

She continued.

“Second of all, my interns aren’t paid to soothe your bruised ego, they’re paid to assist me when need and to gain valuable experience in their field.  So try again.”  She’d gotten increasingly closer with each word, and before either of them realize it she’s back in front of him again, her presence dominating.

He gives her a once over before laughing humorlessly, looking away for a moment before speaking again.  

“So, what? I’m not even allowed to have an opinion on this?” His brows are furrowed together, eyes concentrated on her face.

Her own facial features soften, and she reaches out with one hand, holding his face in her palm and stroking her thumb over his cheek.

“Aww babe, of course you’re allowed to have an opinion.”  A small smile appears on her lips, and she finishes her statement.  “Just make sure you have it quietly.”

She drops her hand and turns and walks away to finish setting up one of the light fixtures in front of the bed.

He stares at the back of her head as she goes, burning holes into it with his blazing thoughts.

She was completely right.  He had no place trying to take control over her ideas regarding her studio, especially after just seeing how amazing the outcome could be when she had creative license.

Even so, he couldn’t help but to be pissed with the way his princess was speaking to him.  He’d have to remind her before they left tonight about keeping that mouth of hers in check when she was popping off at him like that.  He figured a few backshot sessions over the front desk would be a good memory refresher for her.

Reaching down to adjust himself through his pants, he grunts in acceptance, following her over to where she was.

“Well, do I at least get to have a loud opinion on who it is you’re gonna be testing this out with?” He pouts.

She clicks the soft white shade into place on the camera, then walks over to the light switch to turn off the main fluorescent lights and tun on the red ones, their subtle glow primarily on and around the bed.

“I hope so baby.  Because you’re the one whose gonna be testing out for me.”

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Warnings: Fluff, Humor, SoftBoi! Erik

#nons #TheHomieFics #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #bp #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction

[thehomierobbstark]

Idk if you’ve already wrote about this, but could you please do a quick blurb about Erik’s girl being on her period & she sends him to the store for pads/ tampons

A/N:  I haven’t written anything like this before, so thank you for giving me the opportunity!! I’m currently on my period and it fucking sucks, but I hope you like what I did with this anon!  Thanks for asking 😄

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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The soft silk pillowcase caresses your face as you shift around in bed, trying to turn over to your other side.  Your body felt heavy from the deep slumber you’d awoken from, the third one you’d taken that day as you tried to replenish the ridiculous amount of energy you seemed to be running through.

As the strength returns to your body and you start to feel your limbs again, you attempt to move your hips so you can rotate when you’re met with a firm resistance.

You try again, thinking that maybe your legs are still asleep, and this time you wiggle your toes too… only you can’t move those either.

Giving a low groan in dissatisfaction, you lift your head up to see what the deal was, and upon seeing the problem you roll your eyes, letting your head flop back down on the pillow with an annoyed huff.

It was Erik. Of course.

You can’t honestly say you were surprised; every time you were on your period it was as if his attraction to you became magnetic, and it was the hardest thing trying to gain back your personal space until your period ended.

While you relax against the pillows waiting for your vocal chords to kick in, you run a play by play in your head as you try to remember how you both ended up here.

The last thing you recalled was laying on the couch, Erik was in your lap and the heating pad you’d wrapped around your pelvis had come unplugged from the wall.

You remember the very difficult process of trying to untangle yourself from the mass of muscle that was your boyfriend without waking him up, which resulted in you tumbling onto the floor from the cord getting wrapped around your leg.

While you now had a sore knee and a loose scarf, the gentle giant hadn’t lost a single wink, and you’d stormed off to the bedroom with the heating pad under your arm after chucking a throw pillow at his unconscious head.

And now here he was.  Laying all over you and invading your space, again.

“ERIK!” Your vocal chords were working again and you were about to put them to full use.

“Get up, dammit!”

He groans a tired yawn and tightens his arms around your waist, trying to bury his face into your belly button.

“I’m right here ma, why you yellin?” His tired voice mumbles into your tummy, the vibrations tingling through your skin and waking up your bladder.

Ugh. Now you were gonna have to get up.

You sigh to keep yourself from crying as you wiggle around again, this time with a little more movement since now he was awake too.

“Move little boy, I need to pee.”  You start shoving at his shoulders to get him off you so you could run and go pee before you fully woke up.  

He kisses his teeth.

“Man, what I say about that? Don’t think I won’t snatch your lil ass up just cuz you moody right now.”

“I’m only mood right now cuz you’re laying on my bladder.  Now GET. UP!”  You slap at his bare arm and he finally lifts off of you, mumbling about how he should make you pee yourself to teach you some manners.

You ignore him, scooting yourself to the edge of the bed to stand up when you feel something shift at the base of your uterus.

Your eyes widen as you realize it’s not just pee that will be rushing out of your body soon, and you shoot up from the bed, squeezing your legs together as tight as you can as you awkwardly catwalk/run to the bathroom to hopefully keep from ruining anything other than just your underwear.

You barely make it in time as you slam the bathroom door shut, hearing Erik cackle a “HA! That’s what you get!” from the other side as you pull down your pants and plop yourself down on the toilet.

You unclench and let everything flow out of you, pulling at the roll of toilet paper as you look down to assess the damage.

Thankfully other than a dirty pad you were mostly in the clear, your underwear suffering a little over bleeding at the front and high up in the back, but the compression shorts you wore were saved from being sacrificed to the clorox bleach gods.

You always wondered how little droplets of blood managed to make their way all the way up past the asscrack of your underwear, but you decided to just let it go today and be grateful that you weren’t dealing with an 80’s horror movie situation this time.  Those were always day ruiners.

You roll up the dirty pad and toss it into the knotted trash bag at the bottom of the trash can with the others, and you slide off your underwear and toss them in the sink, turning on the cold water.

You clean yourself up with some baby wipes, trying to decide if you should hop in the shower or not when a small knock on the door grabs your attention.  You glance up to see the door open a small crack, Erik’s hand sliding through with a fresh pair of underwear in his fingers.

You laugh as he tosses them to you, whispering a soft thank you baby at him as you catch them.  His hands slides back out only to be replaced by his head wedged in the door.

“Uh huh.  What happened to all that attitude you had just a minute ago? ‘Thank you baby’,” he mocks you with a nasally voice that was apparently supposed to imitate yours, and you suck you teeth, telling him to shut-up.

He sticks his tongue out at you, opening the door a little more to peek around inside.

“You good? You need anything?”

You flush the toilet, reaching over to wash your hands in the sink while you still sit.

“No, I think I’m okay right now.  Can you hand me a pad under the sink please babe?”

He side eyes you at your sudden sweetness, but steps into the bathroom and squats down to open the cabinet.

“Where are they?” He shuffles a few things around, sticking his head further into the cabinet.

“Where they usually are in the back next to the hairspray.  You don’t see it?”

You unroll a wad of toilet paper and shove it between your legs for a temporary makeshift pad and put on the fresh underwear before joining him in front of the cabinet.

You instinctively reach towards the back like how you instructed only to find… nothing.

“You were saying?” He tilts his head at you, and you shove him off balance making him fall on his butt while you move over to the drawers to search for a stray pad.

He swats playfully at your legs while you look, only for you to come up empty handed.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, trying to rack your brain for where an extra one might be laying around.

“Wassup? You ran out?” Erik leans back against the door, fingers playing in the curls at the nape of your neck.

“Yeah.  I think I need you to go to the store and get some more.”  You shut the drawers with a  frustrated sigh, leaning back against the door frame next to him and looking over to him.

“You know which kind to get?”

He’d only been with you a handful of times when you’d had to get them but you weren’t sure if he’d paid close enough attention to notice the brand and type you usually got.

“Uhhh…yes.” He hesitates a little making your eyebrows scrunch together.  Maybe you should show him a picture or something.

“You sure?  Cuz I don’t have time for you to be getting the wrong kind so just tell me if you need some help-”

“Girl if you don’t chill! I got this baby!  What, you don’t trust me to get you some pads??”

You narrow your eyes at him, studying him to look for any uncertainty.

“Uh huh… yeah OK.  I trust you baby.”

“Thank you!”  He pops a kiss on your forehead and gets up from the floor.

You scoot aside so he can open the door to go get his keys and wallet before getting up yourself.  Looking over yourself in the mirror you take note of your frizzy curls and oily skin, deciding that maybe it would be a good idea to hop in the shower after all.

Erik comes back with his keys in your hand, a red hoodie thrown over his head and a pair of shades on.

“You need anything else while I’m out?” He asks, already deciding in his mind to grab a pint of your favorite ice cream and a pack of cookies at the store too to help feed your cravings.

“No I’m good.  You sure you gon be okay?”  You eye him teasingly with pursed lips, and he rolls his eyes before popping another kiss on your mouth.

“Girl hush. I got this!”

With that he turns and walks out of the apartment, leaving you to laugh by yourself, and you go to turn on the shower head as you hear the front door shut.

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“….I ain’t got this.”

It had been twenty minutes Erik had been standing in the feminine care isle by himself, and the longer he looked at all the options, the more confused his brain got by all the different types of pads and tampons there were to choose from.

In his defense,  when he left the house he thought he had it…. at least, that was until he saw all the choices there were.  He didn’t remember there being so many choices.

Wings.  No wings.  Xtra absorbent.  Panty Liners.  Maxi Pad.  Ultra thin.  8 hour protection.  What did it all mean!?

The look of confusion on his face was starting to become permanent, and he knew if he didn’t make his selection soon, Y/N would be calling him to ask if everything was alright.  He refused to call her first to ask for help, especially since he was so confident he could do this, even after she’d asked him if he needed help, twice.

Nevertheless, he knew if he went home empty handed, or, worse, with the wrong thing, there would be nothing to protect him from the absolute wrath that would rain down on him once he got back.  Not even the melting ice cream and crumbling cookies in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he shakes it off a little, refocusing his mind.

Okay.  No need to worry.  He got this.  The man had a whole PhD for god’s sake, surely he could figure out which feminine products his girl needed without letting it get the best of him.

Starting at the top shelf, his eyes scan over the items from left to right, and before he can even get to the end of the row his mind goes blank again.  Fuck.

“Aye, my man.  You good over there?”  A voice from the left of him calls his attention, and Erik turns his head to face its owner, the puzzled look still etched on his face.

Standing close to his height is a thickly built dark skinned brother with a loose muscle t-shirt that showed off his frame.  He wore dark sweatpants with some slides of his own on his feet, his head shaved completely bald which only helped further accentuate how strong the dude looked.

“You looking real lost there bro, you need some help or sum?”  He walks up to Erik, holding his hand out to him, and Erik blinks himself back to the present, sliding his own hand against the strangers before giving him a dap and greeting him.

“Oh, yeah yeah, I’m just over here tryna figure out what to get my girl.  She goin thru her period right now.”  Erik looks back to the shelf as if somewhere behind one of the price tags will be the answer he’s looking for, and the guy beside him starts chuckling.

“Uh huh, lemme guess: She asked you a couple times before you left if you knew what you was doin and you told her yes.  Then once you got here, you realized it’s a whole notha world up in the store.”

“Man!” Erik kissed his teeth, his eyes widening a little as he looked back to his new companion.  “A whole notha world!  Ion remember there being so many damn kind last time I was in here.”

“I know man, I know.  On one hand you wanna be mad it’s so many companies tryna reinvent the wheel,  but on another every woman flow is different so they all need a special type to help make it easier for them.”

Erik shakes his head, running a hand through his dreads as he blows out a sigh.

“Bruh.  I can only imagine what Y/N be going thru every month.  You here for your girl too?”  He asks the stranger, and he nods, a warm smile spreading over his face.

“Yeah, my lil Chipmunk, she’s our middle child.  She just started today and my wife is outta town visiting family, so I gotta show her the ropes.  I learned the hard way the first time that if you freak out, then they gon freak out, so you gotta be calm about the fact that they growing up on you to help them get through it.”

“The first time??? How many girls you got man?” Erik asks him humorously, and the stranger holds up his fingers in answer.

“Three.  A house full of girls.  And I couldn’t be more happy about it.”  The man’s entire mouth shines bright with all his teeth showing, a small sparkle coming from the one gold capped tooth on the bottom row, and Erik swore that if there was a blackout right that second this mans smile could light the whole city.

“That’s beautiful bruh.  Congrats.” Erik extends his hand again to the stranger in a fist that he returns with a small bump to it.

“Thanks,” the man smiles to himself for another moment as if he’s lost in thought before clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“Aight!  Back to business.  Let’s see if we can help you get your girl what she needs.”

He steps up beside Erik in front of the shelf of products, putting his hand to his chin as he thinks.

“Ok, first things first: Is your girl a tampon girl or a pad girl?  Or both?” He looks up at Erik expectantly, and his answer comes immediately.

“Nah, she a pad girl.  She says the tampons are too hard to insert and make her feel uncomfortable.”  Erik had remembered that conversation the first time he came with you when you’d run out of pads but you had an entire jumbo box of tampons under the sink.  You’d explained that your mom had given them to you years ago but that even though you didn’t use them you didn’t want to throw them away either, just in case a family member or friend came over who needed them.

“Yeah, my wife said the same thing, so we a “pad only” household for now.  Okay, next question: Is she a light bleeder, or do Moses gotta step in and help out?”

Erik snorts, taking a moment to think about it.  The only time he remembered her flow being really heavy was when she’d switched birth controls, and that week she’d nearly camped out in the bathroom all day and night when she wasn’t wearing adult diapers to protect every piece of clothing and furniture she owned.

He’d never been so upset seeing his babygirl look so miserable.

“No, her flow is pretty regular other than on her 3rd and 4th days.”  He remembered her saying that, too.  

“Oh!” Just as he spoke, he remembered something else.  “She likes the long pads.  They real thin but she says they absorb a lot.”

The stranger nods his head, going back to scanning the shelf.

“Okay, that helps.”  He glances down at the snacks in Erik’s hand and snickers. “I take it by the ice cream and cookies that you like to spoil ya girl, right? Which means she probably bougie, too.”

Erik laughs at that.

“Yeah, she definitely spoiled and bougie,” he was thinking about the gold plated necklace he’d just bought you last week that had his last name on it, and how you couldn’t wait to wear it out that same night with the special area code gold plated hood hoops you’d ordered offline for your birthday.  Yeah, she was bougie alright.

“Mhm, all mine are too. Spoiled asses.  Aight, so that means your girl prolly a name brand girl.  Lemme ask you, when you get a pad for her, do it have designs on the wrapper? Like lil pink and purple squiggly shit?”

Erik snaps his fingers together.

“Yeah yeah yeah! And the box look like that too, right?”

“Yaup!” Stepping up to the shelf the man grabs a box off the 3rd row, the Always Radiant Flex Foam pads in the number 2 for heavy flow.

“Boom.”  He hands them over to Erik, clapping him on the back.

Erik smiles a huge smile, recognizing the box immediately. “Yeah! These the exact ones!”

“Mhm, these the ones my first daughter uses too, and she loves them.  Sheitt, they havin a sale right now so I might go head and grab her a few boxes.”

Erik moves the box of pads under his arm before grabbing the mans hand in a handshake and pulling him in for a hug.

“Yo, you don’t know how much you just saved my ass right now bruh.  Thank you so much, I really appreciate all your help.”

“Fasho my nigga, anytime.  Gotta make sure we look out for each other when we tryna provide for the special women in our life.  Don’t forget to take a picture of that and save it in your phone. You gon need it in the future.”

“Trust and believe I will man.  I’ll never forget again.”

Both men give each other one last dap, Erik grabbing a few extra boxes of pads before heading off to the frozen section to replace the ice cream.

Before he gets out of the isle he stops, turning back to the man and calling to him.

“Aye, my man.  What’s your name?”

“It’s Jeremiah.”

“Your girls are really lucky to have a man like you in their life, Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah smiles, shaking his head.

“Nah man, I’m the lucky one.”

Erik hums at that, and he tosses him a peace sign in farewell before going off to finish his shopping.

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The keys rattle against the door as you hear the lock open, the sound of plastic bags shuffling and footsteps entering the apartment. The door closes shut and you see Erik appear in the entryway, a bag between his teeth as he tosses his keys into the dish on the hallway table.

You hop up from the couch, pulling the towel you were sitting on free from your butt as you go to help him.

“You didn’t get my texts?  You’ve been gone for a while I was starting to get worried,”

You take the bag from his teeth first, looking in it to find a pint of vanilla bean ice cream and a pack of oreo’s inside, smiling as your sweet tooth started to hit you.

“You know me so well.”

Erik smiles as he reaches into the bag in his hands, pulling out the box of pads.

“Uh huh, too well,” and he laughs as you clap your hangs together, commending him for getting the right kind.

“I knew I could trust you,” you cheese innocently at him, and he kisses his teeth, mushing your head away.

“Whatever girl.  Here, go put your stuff away,”  he hands you the bag of pads, taking the one with the snacks from you and you skip off towards the bathroom to take care of your business.

When you come back Erik’s already on the couch, a bowl and spoon out on the coffee table next to your ice cream and cookies, and the heating pad already plugged in.

“Wanna watch a romcom tonight?” He asks, and you nod your head, settling on the couch and wrapping the heating pad around your back while Erik wraps himself back in place around your front, nuzzling into you.

As the movie starts to play, Erik chuckles silently at the sound of you crushing oreo’s into your bowl, thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a house full of girls just like you.

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Warnings: Humor, SoftBoi!Erik, Fluff

#nons #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #bp #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics

[thehomierobbstark]

HC/ y/n is mad at Erik cause he did something dumb and he’s trying to make it up to her “kiss me like you mean it “

Shame [Prelude] // Communication [Part II] //  In The Cut [Side Story]

A/N: So I have an inkling who might’ve asked this question *cough @wakanda-inspired cough* but I hope this turned out the way you were hoping anon!

I wanted to get something out for Valentines Day while I’m working on other stuff, and this isn’t part of it but don’t forget to check out the With Love, From Wakanda Fic Fest that @purple-apricots and @hoopshoney are hosting.  @wawakanda-btch posted the first one I’ve seen so far and and I’m super excited about it.

Anyway, I know some peeps do celebrate Valentines Day and some don’t, but I just wanted to dedicate this fic out to all of yall.  I know I write Erik in super cheesy n corny ways sometimes, but we all deserve to have people in our life who will take the time to learn us authentically.  Romantic or otherwise.  Hope yall like it!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, crossing your arms as you lazily trail out in front of the rest of the group, feet moving slowly as you put one foot in front of the other and attempt to walk in a straight line, if for no other purpose than for your own personal enjoyment.  You were pretty through with the night, but you didn’t want to rush along anyone and risk dampening the fun mood, so you tried occupying yourself as best you could to keep from sending out the wrong vibrations.

You feel the presence come up next to you before it makes itself known, but you ignore it, choosing to feign ignorance instead of acknowledging it with your usual situational awareness.

The presence lingers for a moment, waiting for you to notice it, but when you don’t it inches a little closer, nudging its shoulder against yours with a light tap, the spot where it touches you feeling tingly.

“So, how’d you like the movie?” He asks you, and you glance up at him, seeing his eyes lit up and full of interest.

“It was ok.” You answer flatly, shrugging your shoulders, and those eyebrows of his hike up, not expecting your nonchalance.  

“Oh.”

It was an honest answer.  The movie was just OK. Even though it wasn’t just the movie you were expecting more out of tonight.

You divert your attention back down to your feet, indulging again in your own little game of ‘Walk the Plank’. The presence next to you grows quiet again, and you know he’s observing you, trying to figure out what’s going through that head of yours.  

It doesn’t phase you, already knowing that whatever emotions you had you didn’t wear them on your face.

Luckily, you were hard to read like that.

This was the second time-

*Correction*, the third time that the both of you had hung out this week with your friends, and you were starting to get the feeling that maybe there was something happening between the two of you.  

At least, that’s what you thought… up until tonight.

“Everything okay?”

You can hear the hint of worry hiding somewhere behind his words, and part of you wants to just drop it and chalk your mood up to being tired or something.

You nod your head, shrugging your shoulders again, eyes focused somewhere on the floor.

Don’t be petty. Don’t be petty. Don’t be petty.

You lift your head and look him in the eyes, smiling.  

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He returns the smile, visibly relaxing now, diverting his own eyes to the floor now as he chews on his lip.

You quirk an eyebrow, watching him, and open up your mouth again.

“So where’s your friend at?”

Fuck.

The sound that comes out of his mouth is something between a choke and a snort, and he brings a fist up to his mouth to clear his throat before looking back your way.

The smile is still plastered on your face, but not an evil one, just…friendly.  Weirdly friendly.

You can see his eyes squint a little as he quickly studies your face, trying to figure you out, but there’s nothing to see except what appears to be your innocent smile.

“You, you mean Clarissa?” His voice almost cracks at the end as he points a thumb back in the direction of your friend group, referring to it’s newest blonde member, but you don’t even bother to look.

You know who she is.

“Oh? Is that her name?” The charade you’re putting on sounds so real you almost believe it yourself for a second, and you have to drag your attention back to the conversation at hand to keep from verbally patting yourself on the back.

“Clarissa?” You repeat (for clarification, of course), and the name sounds harsh and abrasive in your mouth, but that doesn’t keep you from saying it with perfect pronunciation.

“Yeah, yeah no she’s back there chillin, I guess.” It’s his turn to shrug now, and he almost acts as if he didn’t spend the entire movie sitting right next to her. While you were all the way on the other side.

Out of the group, you and Erik were the only single people, and while you usually hated it when your friends’ boyfriends tried to set you up, you liked Erik.

He’d just happened to be back in town the same week his boy had made plans, so it wasn’t like he was there for you.He was just… there too.

But you’d clicked instantly.

The whole night you and Erik had been hanging together, picking right up where you’d left off from the other night.

Then Clarissa showed up.

Your voice keeps its same curious tone, and you press on.  Not to make him uncomfortable or anything, but just to…understand better.  After all, it’s not like the two of you were dating or anything, you were just friends.

Friends were allowed to be curious, right?

Maybe the feeling you thought you had between the two of you was wrong.

“Oh, OK.” You say, and silence falls between the two of you again for a moment as you reach the double door exit of the movie theater.  He opens the right side, holding it for you, and you brush past his chest a little as you walk out.  

You can feel the solid muscle resting underneath his sweatshirt and smell the scent of his body wash, and before you can let yourself get distracted by it you accidentally blurt out your next sentence more aggressively than you wanted to.

“Umm, you can go hang out with her if you want, you know.  You don’t have to be up here with me.” You word vomit, and you squeeze your eyes shut, mentally face palming.  

So much for trying to be subtle.

“What?” He walks out behind you, letting the doors shut, but you don’t stop walking, not wanting to have to look him in the face.

Your feet unwittingly stop in their tracks after a few steps and you blow out a sigh, your body betraying your urge to flee. “I mean…”

You scratch at the back of your head, gathering up all your courage to deal with the dumbass situation you’ve just put yourself in.

“…don’t feel obligated to be up here with me.  If you wanna go be with her that’s okay-”

“Be with her? Who said I wanted to be with her?” He interrupts you, and you open your eyes to see he’s standing in front of you now, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and what looks like frustration.

Shit. You so didn’t mean for it to go this way.

“Nobody! I’m just, I’m just saying that if you wanted to you could-”

“Y/n.”  He stops you again, but this time when you look up at him his face is oddly calm, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth barely hidden by his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

You don’t say anything at first, but when he raises his eyebrows at you as if to repeat himself, a small ‘yeah’ escapes your lips.

“…Are you …jealous?”  You can hear the teasing lilt in his voice, and your face deadpans, your feet working again as you stomp past him.

Jealous? You? Please.  You’d sooner watch the original ‘Birth of a Nation’ than ever let anything that girl says or does intimidate you.  You knew your self worth, and you’d rather die alone than let any man think you’d waste your time competing for his attention.

You can hear his boisterous laughter behind you, and you quicken your pace, but you don’t get very far before you feel his arm wrap around your waist and pull you back, feeling the deep rumbling emanating from his chest.

“Alright alright ma, damn, I was just joking.  Where you think you going anyway? We all drove together.”  He wraps his other arm around you to keep you in place, emphasizing his words.

“I got Lyft, I’m good.” You sniff back, and he kisses his teeth, dragging you both backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of one of the patio tables, and he lifts the both of you onto it to sit, you on his lap.

You sit there stubbornly for a few moments, and when he realizes you’re not going to speak he rolls his eyes, breaking the silence.

“So you gon tell me wassup, or what? Why you acting like this, babygirl?”  His voice is soft but stern, and you stir a little in his arms at the pet name.

“I’m not acting like anything,” you try and disagree, but your words sound distant and clouded in your ears, losing some of their bite.

He sighs patiently behind you, leaning forward to tighten his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You can feel him looking at you, and you turn your head away, staring through a hole in the grated table to the ground.  

“… I’m trying, okay? Just… give me a second.” Your voice is just above a whisper, but he still hears what you say.

“I know,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder through you sweater, and he lays his head there.  “Take your time.”

You take a few beats to gather your thoughts, mulling them over in your mind a few times to make sure you’ll be able to say it right.

When you’re finally ready, you turn around a little to sit sideways in his lap, still facing away from him as you rest your head on his chest.

Taking a deep breath, you finally let it all out.

“Look…all I’m saying is if you’re interested in other people, that’s okay.  It’s not like we’re together or anything, all we did was share one kiss.  You’re free to do whatever you want and so am I, there’s no commitment here.”

A dry laugh that comes out as a sniff blows out through your nose, those shoulders of yours shrugging again as you try and crack a joke.

“It’s not like you live in California.”

Your last sentence hangs in the air for a bit, and when Erik doesn’t say anything, your heart starts skipping beats.  

Shit, was he offended?  You didn’t mean to offend him.  All you were trying to do was be honest…and keep your heart safe.

“Erik?” You wait a second for his response, but when it doesn’t come you turn your head to look at him.

His eyes are downcast, and a small smile plays on his lips.

“Do you think I just go around kissing strangers, Y/N?”

The question catches you off guard, and when he lifts his head to look at you, you don’t know what to say.

“Do I seem like the type of person who would kiss random people just for the hell of it?”

Well, it didn’t seem like he was the type.

“…no.”

“Then why would I kiss you and go be interested in someone else? You are the person I’m interested in, Y/N.  It’s you.”

You want to say something back to him, but when you open your mouth, an emotion you can’t place starts creeping up your throat, paralyzing you.

“Listen… that… ‘thing’ at the movies… trust me, ya boy not interested.  I was trying to get back over to you but ol’ girl couldn’t take a hint.  Figured I’d just be polite and let her sit next to me during the movie.  It’s not like it’s her I’ll be calling anyway when I get back home tonight.”

He flashes that knee weakening smile at you, his golds peeking out, and you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest.

“So what you tryna say? You got hoes now?”  You joke, and he fake groans in annoyance before grabbing you up in a gentle headlock, pressing kisses to your temple as you squeal and struggle.

“You so annoying, I swear,” he grumbles, and after you calm down he releases you and cups your chin in his fingers, angling your face towards his.

“Gimme kiss,” he mumbles, and you lean up a little, pressing your lips flat against his for a soft lazy smooch.

“Mmmm,” he moans against your lips .“Mm Mm.”  He detaches from you.  

“Nah,” his full lips poke out in a pout. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Blushing, you smooth your hand against the back of his head and pull him into you, lips parting to accept his full, juicy ones between yours, both your tongues poking out to taste each other.

He sighs in contentment into your mouth, and his hands latch onto your soft waist as he takes over the kiss, letting his tongue roll against yours.

Leaning into him you wrap your arms around his neck, breaking the rough kiss to give him gentle teasing pecks that make him whine from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you’re making me miss you already,” He whispers into your skin, nudging his face down into the crook of your neck and taking a huge inhale.  

It sends sparks across your skin, and when he groans hungrily at your scent you can feel the vibration in your whole body, making you clench in different places.

You both get lost in euphoria until a loud voice from a ways away grabs your attention.

“Uhh… y’all ready to go?” You rise out of your blissed state as you pull away from Erik, looking around dazedly to find the source.

You spot Rashad, Erik’s friend, looking curiously at you two from his spot across the patio, and the rest of your group behind him snickering childishly, including Clarissa.

“Yeah bro we comin!” Erik yells back, all his attention still on you.

“Well meet you there,” he mutters, not really caring if his friend heard or not, and he buries his face into your neck, growling and fake munching on your skin as your laughter fills the air.

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Warnings: CollegeBoi!Erik, Softboi!Erik, Fluff,

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Hope this question isn’t weird but does Erik enjoy anal sex. I mean I know he eat everything and then some but how does he feel about that?

A/N: Never weird! Always welcome :D. Thanks for asking anon I really hope I captured at least some of what you wanted!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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I think, contrary to popular belief, while Erik might certainly enjoy anal sex (I mean how could he not? It feels great), the reason he really enjoys it because of how much you love it.

“How do you feel?”

Stepping out of the bathroom, he dries his hands off with the hand towel, tossing it over his shoulder as he clicks off the light and makes his way over to you.

The white Calvin Klein briefs he was sporting sat low on his hips, and you could more than see his very pronounced member standing at attention underneath the thin material.

You were currently on the bed, your bottom half being supported by your feet placed hips length apart on the floor, your body stretched out across the bed.

You look up, flipping your fluffy curly fro (unsuccessfully) to the side to watch him walk towards you.

A slow smile spreads your lips, loving the view you had of him at your eye level.

“I feel good.”

He climbs on to the gigantic California King size bed, crawling towards you and bending his neck down to meet yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before kissing you nastily, heavy on the tongue.

You can feel his hand come up to hold your chin, the other one crawling onto your back before snaking down your spine, stopping when he reaches your ass.

He takes two fingers and continues up and over your rounded bottom, pausing to bring them together and take hold of the pink rose glass butt plug that was filling you up.

He circles the heavy device slowly inside of you for a few seconds, playing with it like a joystick before gently pulling it out of you a little and reinserting it, over and over again to give you a delicious stretch.

You groan erotically deep into his mouth and he swallows the sounds, your mewling making his dick twitch.

He lets go of your chin and reaches behind you to dig his thumb nail into the base of your spine, dragging it up to the nape of your neck and making your back curve in a beautiful arch.

Detaching his lips from yours with a wet suck, he watches your eyelids flutter shut, and asks you again.

“How do you feel now?”

The only sounds your mouth allows are soft pants as you try and gain back some control, the multiple sensations tugging your mind in different directions.

He brings his lips to your ear and nibbles on the rim of it, hard enough to grab your attention, but soft enough not to overpower everything else you were feeling.

“Answer me princess,” he whispers, kissing you on the ear before continuing his nibbling.  “I wanna know.”

You swallow the thick build up of spit in your throat before opening your mouth.

“I feel…” before you’re able to finish the slow sentence, he dips down to suck at the base of your throat, also pulling the butt plug out completely.

You stutter in your words for a few seconds as you let out a moan, your rectum clenching up and missing the feeling.

“i feel goo-“ he shoves the plug back into you and stiffens his tongue, drawing it up the length of your neck for a pointed lick.  Your word end in a high pitched squeal, but he refuses to give you a break.

“Good? You just feel ‘good’, princess? That’s all you feel?”

You’re up on your tippy toes now, your center throbbing and dripping down your thighs.

He repeats the action, pulling the plug all the way out before pushing it back in again, and again, watching your face contort in pleasure with awe.

You tuck your lip between your teeth and bite down, trying to hold something, anything in, but Erik tugs it free with his own.

“Whats the matter? You don’t want to talk to me, princess?” His full lips give yours a soft, plush kiss, and a shiver runs down your spine. That damned pet name.

A needy whine emanates from your throat, coupled with a hiccuped sob.  Your fingers fist into the duvet underneath you, and you lean forward to try to get close to him.

All you wanted to do was crawl into his arms and have him hold you while he fucked you with the butt plug, but you knew he wouldn’t let you.

“Why you whining, huh? All I wanna know is how you feeling right now, baby.  You don’t wanna tell me how you feel?”

You’d moved yourself into the crook of his neck at this point, so when he spoke you could feel the breath from his words kiss the skin underneath your jaw.

He was teasing you so bad right now, and you couldn’t handle it.  You felt an actual sob start to form in your chest and tears prick at the corners of your eyes when he switches up on you again, stopping his tugging at the toy and letting it rest inside of you.

The weight of it feels amazing, and you can feel it against every inch of your walls.

He lets it sit there for a moment and moves his hand away, caressing one of your cheeks with soothing strokes using the palm of his hand.

You sigh in content, and when you calm down enough, you let your arms grow weak and lie back down on the bed, ass still in the air.  Your breathing is heavy but even, and Erik moves his hand through the sheets to link his fingers with yours.

“So…?” he asks you, and you chuckle tiredly, turning your head to the side to look at him.

“I feel incredible.”

He bends down, kissing you on the side of your face.

“Good.”

He reaches behind you and takes the plug back in between his fingers, turning it in circles inside of you.

You hiss as a cold sweat breaks out against your skin, and he gives you two more full twists before twisting it out of you, leaning down to place a kiss to the middle of your back.

Getting up he places it on the night stand, grabbing the lube next to it.  He discards his briefs, his rock solid cock bobbing against his stomach as he moves around the bed to stand behind you.

Squirting some of the lube onto a finger, he rubs at your entrance, circling it around your opening before squirting some more and penetrating you.  He can feel your insides throbbing, and he groans out a soft growl, pumping you a few times.

Pulling his finger out of you he holds himself in his hands, squirting a generous amount onto his dick before working it over his length.

“Turn over.”

You do as you’re told, pushing yourself over onto your back and opening your legs, your sticky fluids feeling cold against your skin.

He looks so good standing there with his hard glossy dick in his hand, and you bring your feet up to rest on his chest,  shuffling them up and down on the bumpy skin, the keloids feeling like a massage against your soft soles.

“You so sexy Daddy,” you tease him, biting your tongue, and he grabs one of your feet, kissing the bottom of it.

“You one to talk, ma,” he tells you with a wink, and you roll your eyes, giggling.

Wiping his hands off on the towel he tosses it aside, smoothing his hands up and down your thighs, a cute little smirk playing on his lips.

“You ready, princess?” He whispers.

You nod your head, breathing a soft yeah.

Parting your legs, he bends them back, grabbing them under the knees as he leans his body over yours.

He grabs his dick and guides it towards your opening, looking down to make sure it goes in safely.  He presses lightly at your entrance and your body opens up for him, the head slipping in easily, and the both of you moan together as he slowly pushes in the rest of his length, feeling right at home inside of you.

He supports himself on his elbows above you, pressing his forehead against yours as he starts to move rhythmically back and forth, your sweet gasps edging him on.

“Yeah, princess, you was right,” he closes his eyes, trying to focus so he didn’t lose himself too quickly.

“You feel incredible.”

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Warnings: Smut, Anal Sex, Teasing, Softboi!Erik

Yall… idk where tf these ideas be coming from lmao but this the first thing i thought of

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Shame: Kissing Strangers [Prelude]

Kissing Strangers [Part 1] // Communication [Part II] //  In the Cut [Side Story]

A/N:  A request was made for a development between our favorite couple in part 1 of Kissing Strangers, but I decided to actually take it back a step and do a prelude.  I also listened to Summer Walker’s Shame when I wrote this, not a direct reflection of the song but it was a big inspiration for it. Unsure if there will be more of this series(?) but please don’t hesitate to give me any feedback on whether you liked this addition or not! ❤️ always

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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As the car rolls to a stop against the curb, you can hear the gears shift into park, the engine shutting off with a soft *click*.  You pull your eyes from the window, turning from the dark outside world to face the person you’d spent all evening with.

After dinner, your friend Rashad had dropped you off with his friend Erik as his house, him offering to drive you back to your place since you lived close and Rashad didn’t.

You both had shared a pretty fun night, especially considering it was your first time meeting him, so you didn’t see the harm in having him drive you a few blocks to your place.  Worse case scenario, if he turned out to be a psycho, you would just have to duck and roll out of the car and walk yourself the rest of the way home.

Everything was going fine until the moment he’d helped you up into his tall ’95 Ford Bronco, and his hands latched onto your waist to securely hold onto you until you were seated.  He’d even gone as far as buckling you in, too, muttering something about the seatbelt being ‘tricky on this side’ as he pulled the strap across your chest.

You would have paid more attention to what he was saying except your eyes were locked onto the gold chain that hung from around his neck, and the small muscles resting atop his shoulders that you could see peeking through the neck hole of his shirt, distracting you a little.

Your mind only came back to you after you heard the seatbelt click into place, and when he pulled back to give you one last once over, his eyes hovered on your lips for a second too long, and you swore you could hear a tiny little groan escape his mouth as he licked his lips.

After that, you’d completely clammed up, not saying anything, and the both of you drove to your house in complete silence.  All you could think about on the way back was how you’d acted that night with him and the things you’d said, your mind playing a constant loop of the memories over and over again in your head.

Did you… miss something?

Surprised wouldn’t exactly be the right word to describe how you were feeling (you were hot, he was… foinee… it made sense).  

Shocked would have probably better encompassed your response, though, because you truly didn’t see that coming.  Especially not from someone like him.  

You’d never been so blatantly hit on before, so you really weren’t sure what to do in this situation.

Like every other girl, you’d unfortunately experienced the gross catcalling or lame ass pickup lines weird ass dudes tried to spit at you, but not much past that.

So for Erik to be so forward with what he clearly was feeling for you… you weren’t prepared for that.

Clearing your throat, you start.

“Erik-”

“Y/N-”

You both speak at the same time, words overlapping each others.

“Sorry,” he weakly chuckles, clearing his throat.  “You first.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt, shifting his body towards you and giving you his undivided attention.  His brown eyes look so warm and comforting, and the way he’s looking at you makes your insides do somersaults.

Nah, you can’t do this.

“Erik I don’t think we should-”

“Go out on a date with me.”  Instead of overlapping this time, his words cut yours off, and your mouth hangs open from your unfinished sentence.

Your stuck, brain trying to digest the words you just heard.

He closes his eyes, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you again but I got nervous.”  He sheepishly admits, dimples creasing at the corners of his cheeks.  

You still don’t say anything yet, and his eyes drift off somewhere as your words finally register in his ears, and his brows furrow together.

“Wait… you don’t think we should what, Y/N?”

There’s a mixture of confusion and worry on his face, and your poor little mind starts to panic.

“Uhh…nothing! Nothing at all. Good chat. Bye.”  

You pop open the door, struggling to scramble out of the car so you could run away from this conversation.  You didn’t have his number and you don’t remember telling him your last name, so if you got away now you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to track you down on social media later.

Your flared anxiety had given you a serious case of tunnel vision, and if your mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute, you would have realized that the reason you struggled to get out of the vehicle was because your seatbelt was still on.

The car door opens up all the way and you look up to see Erik standing in front of you, a tired but uncomplaining expression on his face.  You didn’t even know he’d gotten out of the car.

He reaches over you to un-click your seatbelt, and after you work your way out of it he extends that same hand, waiting for you to take it.

“C’mon,” he whispers to you softly, and you place your hand in his, stepping out of the car.  

Instead of walking you up the driveway to the front door like you were expecting, he pulls you over to the sidewalk, linking his fingers with yours as you begin walking down the street in the opposite direction of your house.

Summer was coming to a slow close and the warm dewy air felt nice against your exposed skin, appreciative of the sweater knit crop top and shorts you’d chosen for the outing.

His warm hand also felt nice against yours, and even though your body was still vibrating a little with the energy from your anxiety spike, your soft in sync steps against the pavement helped you to focus on the repetition and calm your nerves.

You were about halfway down the block now of the quiet neighborhood, Erik’s eyes roaming over the houses on both sides of the street.

You knew that the owners of the house on the corner were elderly and kept to themselves, so when you got to it you pulled Erik to sit down with you on the ledge in front of their raised lawn.

You were fidgeting again, but you were determined to get what you felt off your chest, refusing to chicken out again.

He’d shown a surprising amount of patience and understanding so far.  You hoped it lasted just a little while longer.

Once you were seated you dropped his hand, gripping the edge of the ledge as you lifted yourself to scoot back to a comfortable position, looking down at your dangling legs.  It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you begin.

“I umm… I didn’t mean to get so skittish on your like that just then,” you angle a thumb back in the direction you came from.  “You just caught me off guard is all.”

You laugh a little awkwardly, trying to bring some humor and lightheartedness back into the conversation like how it’d been earlier in the night.

“It’s okay,” he laughs lightly with you.  “I did just kind of spring it on your out of nowhere, my bad.”

His attention was towards the ground too, focused on one of the cracks in the sidewalk his large foot was repeatedly covering and uncovering.  You were grateful his eyes weren’t on you.  His engaged stare could get a little intense for you sometimes.

“It’s cool,” you breathe out, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he didn’t seemed freaked out by your earlier weirdness.

“I haven’t been nervous like this since, like, high school, if you can believe it.” You sneak a glance up at him and see the bottom lip he was biting being pulled free by the cute little smile that takes over his face.

“Yeah?” He lifts his head up, those engaged eyes of his locking with yours, and suddenly it doesn’t seem so intense anymore.  “I’m nervous too.”

Before you can catch yourself you snort a laugh, your eyes crinkling in the corners as a hearty little giggle follows.

“You’re nervous? You? What do you have to be nervous about?!”  You give him a kind of bewildered look, not even believing for a second that this gorgeous man in front of you had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

“Yes I’m nervous,” he chuckles matter-of-factly, his ears getting a little red with their increased temperature.  His next words are so low you’re not really sure if you hear them correctly.

“I’m sitting in front of some strangers house talking to the super cute girl I’ve been trying to flirt with all night.  Who still, by the way, hasn’t answered my question from earlier.  So, yeah, I think I’m allowed to be a little bit nervous.  Don’t you?”

You’re stuck again, face wiped clean of all traces of humor and teasing while his words penetrate your mind, and you feel a little prick at the corners of your cheeks as you blush.

“Oh.”  

Oh?  This man just confessed that he’d been trying to get at you all night and all you can say is oh?  If you could slap yourself right now you would, except you’re still frozen in place, nothing but the dopey little smile sitting on your lips.

Taking a moment, you try, and fail, to morph your face back into a neutral expression, but when you realize you’re unable to you try your luck at words instead.

“You know, I feel as though I should warn you.  I’ve never actually been on a date before.”  Your heart skips a beat at your own confession, but for once it’s not in anxiety.  It’s in excitement.

It’s his turn now to look bewildered, which he exaggerates a little by mockingly holding a hand up to his chest.

“Wait. Hold up. You’ve never been on a date before?  Like, at all?” His eyebrows are damn near on his forehead, and you giggle, amused by his reaction.

“No, I haven’t.”

He fixes you with a curious look, his head tilted to the side like a puppy.

“Can I ask why?”

You chew at your lip, mulling it over in your mind while you genuinely take a moment to think about your answer.

Normally whenever people found out that you’d never been in a relationship or had sex before, you always felt judged and pressured, like you were nothing more than just some uptight prude.  

So you’d always lie and say you were saving yourself for marriage, finding that people seemed to respect your persecution for religious virtue more than they did your need to take things slow.

But when Erik asked, you didn’t feel any of that.

“I guess I just haven’t found anyone worth dating yet.” You shrugged, and when your eyes drifted back up to his, he smiled, looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt.

“Well, I hope that you find them one day.”

You drop your eyes back down to your legs again and slide your hand over on the rough brick ledge, linking your pinky with his and giving it a light squeeze.

“Yeah, me too.”

You don’t see it, but you can hear him sniff a little laugh besides you, making you grin hard enough to bite the inside of your cheek for a little relief, and you feel him give your finger a squeeze back.

Minutes that feel like hours stretch on underneath the starry moonlit sky, and you share nothing else but silence and understanding between the two of you as you sit and enjoy the moment together.

The headlights of a small sedan flood the pavement with its bright lights as it turns the corner onto your street, washing over the both of you.

You hop down off the ledge, brushing yourself off and turning to him.

“We should probably keep going before it gets too late,” you say, remembering the tons of errands you had to run tomorrow for your grandma and the basketball game Erik mentioned earlier he had to go to.

Rounding the block, you look at more houses together and talk about the neighborhoods you grew up in, your pinkies finding themselves wrapped around each other again along the way.

“Wowww, an Oakland boy all the way down here in L.A.  So how do you like it compared to the Bay?”  You’d been to Oakland a few times in your childhood (well, Concord more specifically), and although you were young, you’d immediately noticed that the entire vibe of the NorCal area seemed far more laid back and relaxed than the constant on-the-go lifestyle you’d grown accustomed to in your own jam packed city.  You wondered if he liked the transition.

“Well, I actually had just started high school by the time I moved, and the first thing I noticed when I got here…”  His voice trails off a little at the end, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation at him, prompting him to finish.

“…well, y’all conceited as fuck.”

You laugh loudly at the admission, covering your mouth after remembering you were outside, and he joins in your laughter.  You certainly couldn’t disagree with that statement.  It was definitely one of the many things you’d disliked growing up in the popular city, and it seemed like no matter where you went you couldn’t get away from hearing at least something about Los Angeles.

In your city’s defense, even though a lot of the natives couldn’t seem to stop thinking the world revolved around them, endless amounts of media outlets, pop culture, and global communities couldn’t seem to stop talking about L.A. either.  It was a double edged sword no matter what.

“I’ll totally give you that one.  But let’s not also act as if Bay Area niggas aren’t super snobby either.  Y’all stay on y’all weird hipster grind and corny ass fashion,” you poke fun at him, mostly being sarcastic.  Considering your own city always tried to reinvent fashion every other week, you really had no room to talk.

“Hey hey, my ass know how to dress, okay,”  he puts his hands up still chuckling.  “Don’t be grouping me in with them other niggas,”

You step out in front of him, obnoxiously observing his fit to look for any flaws.  Putting a hand to your chin you give a low hum, nodding in concession as you take note of his plain white tee, black bomber jacket and denim washed jeans with his OG Air Force Ones, cuban link gold chain still hanging effortlessly around his neck.

You speak before your mouth has a chance to water, not wanting to stare at his fine form longer than necessary.

“Yeah, I guess you fly or whateva,” you shrug off, snickering as he playfully pushes you aside.

“Yeah, and I guess you not conceited or whateva either,” he comments, and you purse your lips, raising a brow.

“Iono, I wouldn’t speak so soon.” You joke, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him smirk.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.”

The both of you come to a stop in front of your house, finally having made it around the block.  He tries to make a move to walk you to the front door, but you stop him.

“It’s OK, right here is cool.  My parents installed cameras around the house and I know for a fact they nosy asses be looking.” You smile, shaking your head, and he kisses his teeth at you.

“Wassup? You embarrassed of ya boy or sum?” He teases you, flashing that radiant smile of his that lets you see his fronts, and you roll your eyes hard to keep yourself from swooning right then and there.

“Whatever, Stevens.  Are you gonna wish me a good night so I can go or what?”  You cross your arms and your legs with one foot over the other, keenly aware of that anxious feeling coming back over you making you want to roll yourself into a tight ball.  

Right as he opens his mouth to say something his phone buzzes in his pocket, making him breathe a small sigh as he reaches in to grab it.  Your phone buzzes in your purse too, and you slide it off your shoulder to fish it out.

You swipe the device open, being immediately directed to the new message.  At the top you see that it’s a new chat created by Rashad, sent to a bunch of unsaved numbers you don’t know and yourself.

‘Hey guys! Thanks for the fun night.  I think a few of us wanted to go check out a movie tomorrow night too.  Who’s down??’

“Looks like we’ve been invited out again,” Erik comments.

“Yeah, it does,” you respond, eyes scanning the end of the message for details.

“You in?”

You look up from your phone, making eye contact again with those warm brown eyes of his, and smile.

“Consider it a date.”

Biting his lip, he looks down at the ground, trying to hide the shy smile that tries to make an appearance.

“Aight, coo,”

He grabs your wrist and walks you over to the steps leading up to your front door, dropping it as he moves to stand in front of you.  You step up another level, making yourself tall enough to be almost eye level with him.

“Pick you up tomorrow at six?” He asks you, and you nod your head yes, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

He smiles again, this time not looking away, and his eyes fall over your face, landing on your lips.

Putting a finger under your chin, he lifts your face up a little, bending down to get closer to you.  He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip before sucking his own into his mouth, and his eyes flick up to yours.  Lifting his eyebrows with a twitch, he wordlessly asks for your permission, and you swallow, nodding your head again.

Cupping your face, he closes his eyes and brings his lips to yours, pressing them together gently for a sweet soft kiss.  You breath in deeply, your hand reaching out to steady yourself against his chest, your body feeling light and swaying a little.

After a blissful moment, he breaks the kiss, giving your bottom lip a slight nip before pulling away completely.

“See you then.” He whispers.  “Have a good night baby girl.”

He watches as you speechlessly gather yourself together long enough to adorably wave him an awkward goodbye, take yourself up the steps, and key yourself into your house, giving him one last lingering look.

As you cross the threshold of the front door, you close it behind you, leaning against it as you hear the Ford Bronco come to life outside.

To the sound of the rugged truck driving away, you press your face to your palms and let out a squeal of excitement against the sleeves of your sweater, with a smile so wide your face starts to ache.

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Warnings: CollegeBoi!Erik, SoftBoi!Erik, Fluff, Anxiety/Anxiousness

#TheHomieFics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #bp

[thehomierobbstark]

Erik accidentally calls you a “bitch” and does everything to make it up to you

A/N: So the hybrid part of this is missing, but it will return in the second part, which will be a reblog of this part. The story kicks off immediately, so get ready. Remember, you asked for this anon 😅.

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Horrible shrieks ring out throughout the apartment, the high pitched cries piercing the core of your ears and startling you from your concentrated position. You drop the hot curling iron into the sink, flinching at the burn left behind on your ear.

Wincing at the pain, you swipe your finger under the cold tap of the tub, tapping at your ear lightly to try and subdue some of the stinging, feeling your irritation grow.

Rounding the corner out of the bathroom, you walk halfway through the hallway before yelling out, the upset shrieking still echoing off the walls.

“Um, hello??? I know I’m not the only one in this house who hears that, Erik where are you, dammit!?”

You wait half a beat and hear no response before padding all the way into the living room to find your toddler in her pen, wailing as tears stream down her cheeks. You rush over to her and scoop her up, cooing at her and wiping away the tears with your t-shirt as you pace back and forth, bouncing her on your hip.

When you turn to walk back, you see Erik out on the balcony, phone held to his ear while he talks animatedly to someone on the other line.

“Are you fucking serious?” your nostrils flare, and you stomp over to the glass door, knocking hard on it while you cover your baby’s ears with the other hand.

“Erik! Get the fuck in here!” you yell through the pane, and its a muffled sound but coupled with the knocking it gets your husbands attention.

He glances in your direction before refocusing somewhere on the ground, and you can hear that he’s arguing with whoever’s on the other line as he holds a finger up to you.

You slide open the door a crack, careful to keep your baby girl shielded from the cold air as you yell some more.

“Now, Erik! Come inside!” you say harshly, closing the door quickly and retreating back to the pen to grab her blanket and wrap it around her.

She’d calmed down significantly since you’d picked her up, her little body jerking from the hiccups of breath she was making from the after affects of her crying.

You smooth your hand over her soft curls, kissing her forehead before laying her body over your shoulder, hugging her into your neck.

You hear the patio door slide open again and you turn to face him, seeing him step inside and remove his coat. He reaches behind him to slide the door closed, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Girl, what the hell is your problem? Why you banging on the door yelling like that when I’m on the phone?” he says, straightening the collar of his shirt.

“You were supposed to be watching Shania, Erik! She was screaming bloody murder and you were outside on a goddamn business call!” You try to keep your voice level, but its gets louder the more you talk, and Shania stirs on your shoulder.

You take a breath to try and calm yourself, rubbing circles into her back as you try again, this time attempting to whisper.

“All I asked you to do was watch your daughter while I got ready for your company’s banquet. God, you can’t even do that without running off to handle work!” you’re seething with anger now, so tired of him pulling this shit and leaving you with the burden.

“You better watch the way you’re speaking to me, I know how to take care of my own daughter, Y/N. I was outside for less than five minutes. I was right there!” he points back out to the patio.

You close your eyes, rubbing your temples as you feel the pressure start to build behind your eyes of your oncoming migraine.

“But you couldn’t hear her screaming, E,” you try and reason with him. “We’ve been over this, Ni Ni is only one she needs to be watched constantly. What if something happened to her?!”

He wasn’t understanding the gravity of the situation. You needed him to understand.

“Nothing is going to happen to her, Y/N! Stop jumping to the worst conclusions-”

“Well maybe if you gave a shit more I wouldn��t have to jump to anything!” You’re screaming again, the rise in tension scaring Shania, and she starts a low whine that threatens to become a full blown crying session again.

You move away from the living room, needing to distance yourself before you become reckless and you head to the nursery, leaving Erik fuming in the other room. You didn’t mean to get so upset buts its like he hadn’t learned anything.

You’re gone for about ten minutes, using the time to calm Shania back down and cradle her to sleep, wanting both you and Erik to just take a moment and assess your feelings before coming back together to talk.

When she finally drifts off to sleep, you lay her in her crib, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek and making sure her feet and back are covered by her yellow blankie before turning on the baby mobile and flipping off the light.

You quietly close the door behind you, leaning on it and taking a deep breath, resting your head back against the door. You didn’t feel like arguing anymore and you know you needed to apologize, but you just wanted to hear him acknowledge it at least once. Thats all you wanted; to know that it had affected him as much as it did you.

You shuffle back into the living room, the guilt from your flared temper weighing heavy on your heart.

You shouldn’t have yelled at him like that.

“Erik, I-”

“Save it, Y/N.” You look up to see Erik on the couch, bent over as he slips on his black suede loafers he’d paired with his white jacket tuxedo.

“I already called the babysitter and cancelled, so don’t worry about getting ready,” he tells you exhaustedly, sighing as he stands and smooths out his pants.

He walks past you to grab his jacket off the hanger on the back of the door, going to the mirror at the front closet to watch himself put it on.

You felt a little hollow inside.

“What do you mean?” you look at his face in the mirror, walking up behind him.

“I mean, I’m going by myself to the banquet. I don’t give a shit about my family, right? Thats what you said. That I’d rather be at fucking work.” He spits the last word out with disgust.

He pulls a black bow tie out of his front pocket, angrily tying it around his neck.

That really hit you in the chest, because even though thats what you said, thats not what you meant. Not really.

You start to reach out to him while you try and find your words, wanting to explain.

“Erik… I didn’t…”

“What, Y/N? You didn’t mean it? No, thats exactly what you meant. Otherwise, why would you have said it.”

His words are cold, and you can feel the pain behind them as he focuses on straightening his bow tie.

Your throat starts to feel thick and tears form in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t mean to hurt him like that.

“Baby, I’m-”

“No, Y/N. I don’t want to hear it. I mean, God, what do you want from me? To hear me say it? To hear me live it, over and over again?”

He’s turned to faced you now, jacket buttoned at the waist, dreads braided back neatly and his beard lined up, a single diamond stud earring adorning his left ear.

The smooth, well put together exterior did nothing to soften the enraged frustrated look on his face.

“All I want to do is find answers and try to move on, but it’s like you can’t help but use what happened as an excuse to be a fucking bitc-”

He stops himself short, but he’s not quick enough.

He’d said it. You heard it. You’d both heard it.

You feel wetness trailing your jaw, and you reach up to touch it. You didn’t even realize the tears had fallen.

Erik’s frozen in his spot, a mixture of shock and regret distorting his face.

His feet move to step towards you but you take one back, holding a hand out like you’re trying to protect yourself.

He closes his eyes, ashamed, and he opens his mouth to say something.

“Dont.” You cut him off before he can even begin, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears louder than you could a few seconds ago.

“Thats how this works, right?” Your voice is shaky, and you let out a fake laugh, squeezing and releasing a fist as you try to keep yourself together.

“I hurt you, you hurt me back.” You sniff, vision getting cloudy.

“You meant it, right? Otherwise, why would you have said it.” You hand his words back to him, not even having the energy to throw them.

“Y/N. You know I didn’t-”

“You’re gonna be late for your banquet, Erik. You should get going.”

He gives you one last look, trying to find your eyes with his, but you just wrap your arms around yourself, staring at the spot you picked on the gray carpet beneath your feet.

You hear him walk back to the couch, fabric shuffling as he grabs his coat, and his footsteps move toward the door, tapping as they reach the hardwood transition.

Keys jingle against the door knob as you hear the lock twist, the heavy metal door creaking open.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the door shuts, the only sound left being the soft thud of your tears against the carpet to break the deafening silence.

#the gif doesn't have anything really to do with the fic but i wanted to add the personality to it #the white space was getting old very quickly #enjoy homies! #or...at least dont get too upset XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger headcanon #headcanon ek #black panther #black panther fandom #bp #TheHomieFics #nons

[thehomierobbstark]

Eat Your Breakfast

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: ….this shit mad weird but yall been accepting my lil odd ass fics n whatever so far so just go with it ig XD

A/N: Random lil shit I came up with the other morning.  I don’t like to eat breakfast (even though I love breakfast food… I just feel like its too much first thing in the morning) but if I had to be convinced, I wouldn’t mind this approach I suppose.

[Yall are lucky as FUWK. I was planning on semi ghosting until I could finish a couple more hybrid fics so I can post a few at once, but I ended up finishing this while I was at work so here you are]  Nods to @supersizemeplz to the style of writing I sampled a little bit in here. I don’t really know how to describe it, but if you’re familiar with her fics you’ll recognize it when you see it. Edit: She’s amazinggg and I love her please go read her fics if you haven’t!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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The early morning sunshine peeks through the blinds and into your bedroom, the warm rays caressing your cheek as you stir from your slumber.

You reach your arms out, stretching wildly and rolling around in the sheets for a moment, enjoying the soft cotton against your toes and the comfy fabric of the overlarge sweatshirt you’d slept in, quiet little moans escaping your lips as you sigh in content.

You’d slept amazing last night, finally getting a full nights rest after days of feeling restless and lethargic.  Every day you’d waited for the hours to tick by for the moment you could crawl back into your bed and try again.

You’d done everything you could think of to try and help; turned on the string lights and faux candles around your room for a subtle glow, lit your favorite lavender and vanilla scented candle to soothe your senses, even taking a luxurious bath routinely after work to relax your tired body.  Nothing seemed to be working the whole week, that is until Friday rolled around and he showed up.

Erik. The absolute love of your life.  He’d been swamped in work all week, unable to stop by and see you every night like he usually did.  He was over your place so often you almost wanted to ask why he didn’t just move in, but you didn’t want him to feel pressured into making a big decision like that based off your wants.

When the clock struck five on Friday evening he was finally free, and by 5:45 he was at your doorstop, a duffle packed with clothes for the weekend slung over his shoulder, and a bouquet of roses in his hand.  

You’d think by the way you’d enthusiastically hopped up into his arms and made him drop everything that you’d spent all night rolling around in those cotton sheets of yours, but you didn’t.

Instead, you’d spent it curled up in his lap, watching old reruns of Girlfriends while he massaged Tea Tree oil into your scalp, eventually drifting off into a deep sleep.

Last night was amazing.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you tuck your feet into your house slippers and stand up to stretch your legs, hearing about five different joints pop and lock in protest.

Erik always begged you to go to a chiropractor to get that looked at, but you refused, arguing that it’d been normal for you ever since you were about 12.  Besides, why go to a chiropractor when he was the best back breaker in town you knew?

Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you wander out of the bedroom, your nose following the delicious scent of frying bacon and buttery biscuits just pulled from the oven.  You shuffle into the kitchen, seeing Erik over the skillet frying up an aromatic combination of veggies and meat for the omelettes he planned on making.

“Morning babygirl,” he calls to you over his shoulder, and you wonder how in the world he managed to hear you over all the noise he was making.

“Maybe if you didn’t drag your feet so much you’d actually be able to sneak up on a nigga one day.” He turns and looks at you, laughing at your scrunched up puzzled face at his comment.

You grunt off handedly, rolling your eyes and shuffling your ass on over to give him a good morning hug and kiss before standing off to the side to watch him cook.

You look over all the prepared food, basking in the intoxicating fumes of it all, and your stomach grumbles. More so in gas than in hunger.

“Uhh… who bout to eat all this?” you point a finger around at the spread, cocking an eyebrow.  

Erik had a huge appetite and could definitely eat about 3 servings all on his own, but you never ate anything before about 11:30 and he knew that. It was currently 8:00.

“Nah, you bout to eat some of this,” he answers, reading your mind again. “That not eating breakfast shit is not happening anymore. Go sit and wait for me.” He points with the spatula towards the dining table, already set up with plates and utensils.

You sigh, making your way on over to an empty chair like he’d ordered you.  While your nights rest was rejuvenating, you were not a morning person, and you didn’t have the energy to put up a fight.  Otherwise, you’d have oriented yourself in the direction of the bedroom and taken yourself right back to sleep, which would have probably resulted in you being dragged back anyway with a sore ass and your lips poked out.

You figured you’d pick the lesser of two evils and just go with it. What was he gonna do, force you to eat or something?

You plop down into the chair, making yourself comfortable and pouring some juice; apple for him and cran-pineapple for yourself.  It’s not long before Erik joins you at the table, setting a large plate with bacon, biscuits, a huge omelette and slices of fresh fruit around the edge.

He pulls out his own chair, leaving a significant amount of space between himself and the table.

“C’mere,” he motions you over with a couple fingers, patting his lap.

Already seeing where this was going, you sigh, ready to tell him that you were good with just juice.

“Look -”

“I asked you to come, I didn’t ask you to speak.  Bring your ass over here.”  He looks at you, unbothered, as your mouth drops open and your brows furrow.  

Meanie. He couldn’t just ask you like a normal person? He’s lucky you were in a cuddly mood, otherwise your verbal foot would be all up in his ass right now.

You push your chair out, grabbing your juice and semi stomping your way over to him. Fuck his apple juice.

He pulls you into his lap and takes your cup from you, putting it to his lips and drinking ALL OF IT, placing the empty cup onto the table.  

“Brat.”

You stare at the side of his face, trying to decide if you’ll be able to make a clean getaway to the bathroom if you smacked him in his shit right now and made a run for it.  

Before you could finish the thought, he shifts you in his lap, facing your body towards the table, his large frame hovering over you from behind.

Taking the fork and knife, he cuts a reasonably sized piece from the omelette, piercing it with the fork and holding it up to your mouth.  

“Open.”

OK. You were not about to be fed like a goddamn child, so this nigga can go on somewhere if he thought that was about to happen.

You didn’t even have a chance to react when he smacks you with an open palm hard on your exposed thigh, and your mouth opens wide in silent pain.  

Grabbing your jaw with one hand he gently places the food into your mouth, looking you into the eyes and daring you to spit it out.

You begrudgingly close your mouth, blowing a hard breath through your nostrils, chewing the food.  The entire time you stare daggers into his face, and he warns you that he’ll be smacking something else if you keep on staring at him like that.

You fix your face, finally swallowing the mouthful of food, and he pecks you on the lips, giving you a praise.

“Good girl.”

He repeats his actions with the knife and fork, aiming for the omelette again, and you grunt in protest, shaking your head.  He looks at you out the side of his eyes, waiting for your excuse, but instead you nod you head towards the back of the plate.

“The fruit? Please?” Your voice is small and sweet, and he complies, cutting a wedge of watermelon in half with his fork and feeding it to you.  If you were going to be forced to eat something this early, the least he could do was let you pick what you wanted.

This continues on and on, him joining in the feast too as he finishes most of the omelette and you the fruit, both of you sharing one of the biscuits and a piece of bacon together in comfortable silence.

Surprisingly, your stomach didn’t feel too full or upset, which was usually the response you’d get and why you never ate breakfast in the first place.  

If anything, you felt content and energized.  Perhaps a nice breakfast was just the thing you needed after a full nights rest.  

He’d poured some more juice in your cup and grabbed his own, sipping on it as his fingers played in the hair at the nape of your neck, your head resting on his shoulder and your legs spread out over his.

“How was your week, princess?” He asks you, and you can feel the deep timbre through his chest buzzing lightly on your own.  You snuggle into him more, moving impossibly closer and hugging his warm body tighter.

You look up at him, studying that gorgeous profile of his, eyes trailing over the soft angle of his jawline and the smile lines etched into the sides of his mouth, down to the soft tufts of hair around his chin you loved to scratch your fingers in.

All week this is what you’d been looking forward to, and it was finally here.

“It was perfect,” you tell him, and his eyes connect with yours, humming in satisfaction and leaning down to place a kiss onto your forehead.  

Your heart stutters in your chest, and you close your eyes and nuzzle your face into his neck, spending the rest of the morning wrapped up in each others arms and the feeling of your heart beat on top of his.

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Warnings: Fluff, Humor

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Tag List 2

Hey peeps, trying to get my taglist organized before I really start to post again. If you’d like to be removed (or added) let me know!! In the meantime I dropped this baby fic. Enjoy! (If I tagged you twice my bad)

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