You and Erik lay in bed together. His arms were wrapped around you as you laid in between his legs.
“Erik, I have a question” you look up at him.
“Wussup” he looks down at you.
“A few questions actually…first, are you fertile? Can I get pregnant by you?”
“I’m sorry” he apologizes while still laughing.
“No I’m not fertile. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a human. There are components of me that are human like, like my dick for example. But I don’t actually produce fertile cum. We good” he smiled and kissed the top of your head.
“Okay…well how long will you be alive?”
“Forever. Unless you shut me down”
“How do I—“
“I don’t fucking know. Next question” his mood changed with a quickness.
“Do you have emotions like a human? Do you cry?”
“You added emotions to me, for whatever reason. Yes, I can cry and get angry”
“I added emotions because I wanted to share something with you…”
“I’m pregnant…” you bite your bottom lip nervously.
“Pregnant? Wow. From the nigga before?”
“Yes…it’s hard for me to talk about. But he died before I could tell him that we were having a baby…” you wipe a stray tear from your eye and snuggle back into Eriks chest.
“Hm. So we’re having a baby then? I hate kids but we’ll make it work”
“You hate kids? How do you even know that?”
“I just do” he shrugs.
“Do you sleep?”
“Nah. I can’t get tired”
“So what will you do during the night?”
“Watch you, I guess. I want to ask you something”
“Okay” you sit up to give him your full undivided attention.
“You said I can’t go outside cause people will recognize me. Maybe we should just move”
You raise your eyebrows at him, confused. This robot nigga expected you to up and move? You just bought this house.
“No…I couldn’t do that. Me and Erik just bought this house—“
“I’m trying to be nice but you’re making it hard” he smiles with clear anger in his eyes. I don’t want to live in this house and I don’t want to be stuck in this house for the rest of my fucking life. List this bitch or I will” Erik pushes you away before he gets out of bed to walk into the bathroom.
You wake up the next morning and see a bouquet of roses and a note next to you.
Smiling, you sit up sore. You walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror seeing bite marks, hickies, and bruises on your body.
“What the fuck” you whisper to yourself.
“Good morning” Eriks voice scares the shit out of you causing you to jump.
“What the fuck Erik!? I have a doctors appointment today!”
“You mad? You wasn’t mad last night”
“Erik, I don’t even remember last night. You do know I’m pregnant right?”
“Yea, you told me” he brushed his teeth.
“Okay so you know that we can’t have rough sex like that…”
“Okay” he rinses his mouth with mouthwash and exits the bathroom.
“Erik! I’m serious!”
“I heard you Y/N. Also, I listed the house. Took my own pictures and shit. It looks good” he swiped deodorant under his arms and pulled a white T-shirt over his head before sliding into a pair of light wash destroyed denim jeans. He put on a gold cross necklace, gold slugs in his mouth and a gold Rolex on his wrist.
“Erik, I need you to slow down. I never agreed to sell this house” you sit on the bed and watch him get dressed.
“You ain’t have to” he shrugs and puts on a pair of white socks then pulls on his all white forces. He looked really cute. You couldn’t even lie. His fresh fade, facial hair low. The small diamonds in his ears. Erik from before definitely didn’t dress like this. He always dressed business casual.
“Get dressed so we can go” he sprays on some new cologne and looks at you.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t fight me on this. It’s my baby, I’m going”
“But Erik, my doctor knows Erik-you-Erik. She knows. If she sees you—“
You get dressed and Erik leaves the room.
About 20 minutes later, you begin walking downstairs when you hear Erik laughing with someone. You step into the living room to see your parents standing there. Your mouth falls open.
You panic and jump into your car hoping to catch up to him.
“Fucking idiot!” You yell. How could he be so fucking reckless? What if someone sees him?
You try calling his cellphone in hopes that he grabbed it before he left the house.
“Wussup princess?” He says nonchalantly.
“Erik! What the hell is wrong with you!? I told you that you can’t leave the house”
“I’m about to go get my haircut. That way we can go out together and I can get out that big ass house. Why the fuck you live in the middle of nowhere?”
“Erik, no. You can’t be seen in public. What don’t you understand?”
“You think I’m stupid? I have on sunglasses and I’m wearing all black. Nobody will know it’s me. Okay? Now chill out”
“Erik you think this is a joke but it’s not!” Your voice becomes shaky.
“Are you crying?” He questions.
“Yes. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you Erik…I can’t go through another loss” you say wiping your eyes.
“I’m sorry…look, I’ll get my haircut and I promise I’ll be back. Okay?”
“Fine. Just please be safe”
“I will. See you soon”
Five hours passed and you sat on the couch a nervous wreck. Erik was supposed to get a haircut and come back. That was it. Maybe he got caught. You weren’t sure because he stopped answering his cellphone.
“Garage door open”
You stood up as you heard the car pull back into the garage then the house door opened.
“Babygirl! Where you at?” Erik yelled.
“Right here. Where the hell did you go!?”
“Hey calm down. I told you I would be straight” he walked into the living room and your eyes go from hard to soft. Erik had completely cut his hair and facial hair off. He looked completely different. A good different. The locs were nice on him and his mustache but now, he looked younger. More attractive in a way.
“Oh now you can’t speak? You was talkin’ all that shit before” he laughed.
“I-you just look really good…like college Erik. He had a fade and I used to love it. I loved his locs too but…wow”
“You keep saying ‘He’ like I’m not right here. You mean me?” He stepped closer to you.
“Yea…you” you smile.
“You’ll warm up to me eventually” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and walking away. You follow him upstairs to the bedroom. He had bags in his hands and you were curious why he was gone for so long.
“What is all this?” You sit on the edge of the bed.
“I went shopping. That dead nigga ain’t have no style. Where the fuck did he work? Wearing only suits and shit” Erik began pulling clothes from the bags.
“He was a broker” you say while looking at his new threads.
“A broker? So he was smart as shit. Or, I’m smart as shit” he nods his head.
“You are him. How did you forget?”
“You upgraded my hardware. And you customized me one final time. Whatever I said to you before I arrived on your doorstep, I don’t remember. I remember small details of my life like we’re married and…Nah that’s it. We’re married”
“You don’t remember? How—“
“Fuck everything before. You too uptight for me right now. I’m here and I want to get to know you again. You cool with that?”
“I’m trying. I really am”
“Take your time, ma. I’m not rushing you. But stop looking at me like a fucking freak”
You ended up falling asleep. This baby had you exhausted. You woke up and seen it was 9pm. You descend the stairs and see Erik sitting on the couch, slouched, watching tv.
“You sleep good?” He asks.
“Yea” you sit on the couch next to him but leaving space.
“I won’t bite you. C’mere” he smirked and held his arms out. You hadn’t touched him since he got here. You decided to give it a try. You crawl into his lap and straddle him. You looked down at his chest to avoid his eyes.
“Look at me” he touched your chin softly.
“You wanna explore me so you’ll feel more comfortable?” He asks.
“Sure” you get off his lap and he stands up to strip.
As he pulls his clothes from his body, you watch with eager eyes.
“You like what you see?” He asks spinning around slowly.
“Can we try something?” He asks.
“You gotta lay back and spread your legs”
You look at him crazy.
“Just do it. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I promise” he sweet talks you and you lay on your back on the couch.
“Y/N, babygirl you know you gotta come up out them underwear. How can I satisfy my woman if her panties is cockblocking? Actually, you know what, fuck it” he gets on his knees in front of you and you watch him carefully. He grabs your neck roughly with one hand and the other hand practically rips your underwear to shreds as he pulls them to the side.
“I want this pussy and you playing!” His face dives into your center. His tongue flicking over your clit. You hated yourself for enjoying it. It felt wrong. Your morality couldn’t fight the lust that overcame you. You needed this. You did want this. You missed this.
“When are you going to stop being so damn stubborn and relax? Huh? Cause I know you wanna cum but you holding it. Release that shit” he growled from between your legs.
“Did you just…growl at me?” You ask.
“Shut the fuck up and cum!” He spit on your pussy then went back to eating it aggressively. Like a dog eating a steak or a bone. He was determined to get his prize.
“Scream my fucking name! I wanna hear that shit”
“Mmm. Fuck!” You shout out at the top of your lungs. His tongue was so deep inside you. His lips latched onto your pussy as he pleased you with a purpose.
“Scream my name!” His grip on your neck became harder.
“Erik! Oh my god!” You moaned. He had two fingers inside of you now.
“You really enjoying this shit. Pussy is gushy as fuck” he dug his two fingers into you before focusing only on your G-Spot. Using the ‘come here’ motion, he added a third finger and your walls clenched around them. He kept his eyes on you while licking his lips.
“Cum for daddy. Please” he kissed your stomach.
“Daddy! Oooo fuck!” You moved your hips to match his finger thrusts. “Daddy please don’t stop! It feels too good. Daddy!” You moan. You had thrown your morals out the window and allowed yourself to enjoy this moment. Erik from before, never ate your pussy this good. This was the work of a demon.
“Aight. Hold that shit then” he rose from the floor and stood up. I want my dick sucked” he grabbed his dick and swung it around. It amazed you how he was just like a human. His body wasn’t metal hard. He was just muscular and soft.
“Get on your knees and suck daddy’s dick” he grabbed your hair in his fist tightly and made you look at him.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes” you say.
“Do you…cum?” You ask curiously.
“Oh trust me, as sweet as that pussy taste, I’m cumming all up in that shit. I wanna see my nut dripping out that pink pussy”
“Okay” you whisper out. Your pussy was doing flips.
“Can you just fuck me…? Please. I just really want to be fucked” you begged.
“Aww how cute. Babygirl just wanna be fucked” he squatted to be face to face with you.
“You lucky you fine as shit. If you wanna get fucked, you better bend that ass over this ugly ass couch and arch yo shit!”
“Okay” you smile.
“Hold the fuck up” he grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you towards him. “When you speak to daddy, you better show me some goddamn respect. That ‘okay’ and ‘Mhm’ bullshit ain’t about to fly with me. Understand?”
“Y-Yes daddy” you say. Your eyes never leaving his.
“Good girl. Now arch!”
He was pounding into you with a vengeance. 11 inches was definitely too much and you told him but he didn’t care. He was focused on giving you a nut and giving himself one. He had your hair in his fist, extending your head back. The other hand gripped your hip as he dug his fingernails into your hot skin.
“Fuck-this-tight-pussy!” He said between each stroke.
“Hold on!” You reach back to stop him but he only grins and goes harder.
“Erik! Nooo!” You scream and cum all over his big black dick.
“There you go. That shit feel good?” He reaches under you and strums your clit.
“Daddy…yes. So good” you pant.
“Who’s juicy pussy is this!?” He pulled your hair harder and slid his dick all the way out before slamming back into you.
“YOURS DADDY!” You scream and cum again.
“That’s fuckin’ right! You belong to me. I own you and this pussy. Don’t forget that shit!”
“Daddy I won’t!” You grip the top of the couch as it slides across the floor with every powerful thrust that Erik delivers.
“Repeat that shit! Tell me you belong to me” he smacked your ass hard.
“I belong to you daddy! I’m all yours! This pussy belongs to you and only you!” Your walls clench around his dick.
“That’s right. She tryna keep daddy right where he belong. Right in this pussy. Imma sleep with my dick in you tonight to make you feel good. Clench my dick all night with these tight walls”
“Daddy! Please cum in me. I need to feel it” you look back at him and for a moment, you caught him off guard. His strokes became sloppy. He pushed your face into the couch and went crazy in the pussy, beating it up real good before he came deep inside you. He stroked slowly before pulling out.
“Hold that ass open” he commanded and you reached back to spread your cheeks. His cum dripped out of your pussy.
“That some good shit. Yo pussy is messy and creamy”
You turn over to your back and hold your legs up.
“Is this a better view?” You ask innocently.
“Girl you must wanna get fucked again. You want me buried deep in that pussy?” He leans down to kiss you while also sticking two of his fat fingers back into your pussy.
“Cum one more time and we can go to bed. I know you tired”
I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, and finally decided to just go for it. I read a lot of Black Panther fan fiction, especially Erik Killmonger fics (they’re my favorite). I have decided to write reviews for the ones I read. I will discuss what is working in the stories and what could be better. I am an artist and love discussing works of art! I don’t know what to call this yet, but maybe it will come to me along the way. I am open to request just limit the fics to the ones about Erik Killmonger Stevens ( did I mention he was my favorite). So here we go with my first review.
Okay so this first story I would like to review comes from one of my favorite authors of the fan fiction world. @nahimjustfeelingit-writes has a nice curated master list, and its hard to just pick one. So that’s why I am starting with this one and will review others if this takes off. I reread the fics all the time like its my first time reading them, and I end up falling in love all over again. Yeah they’re that good. However I’m kicking this review off with fics I have not read multiple times. Yes it was my first time reading them. So here we go…
First impression based off the title: how crazy is Erik going to be? Like we all know that Erik is one crazy motha-SHUT YO MOUTH. So how can you top that. Well before I even finished the part one I was screaming RUN BITHC RUN, and granted the fic is written where the reader could insert their name for the reader, I was yelling at myself. And anytime a nigga says to you “you have me, I’m all you need”, sis prepare your self to fight b/c he has you all the way…
This fic took me on a rollercoaster ride. A good one at that. One that you are about to have a heart attack just waiting in line for. I was terrified reading this I didn’t know what the hell was going to happen next. The fic was written well and flowed well. I could feel all the emotions that ran through Erik, and there was a lot of them. And the smut…yess the smut. As always well written. So when it came to the sex I was all for it and it didn’t disappoint. you could almost feel for Erik knowing his background and his childhood. Well I didn’t think I would say this but Erik definitely has Joe beat. Only a man with the nickname Killmonger could do that. Well done @nahimjustfeelingit-writes can’t wait to read the next one!
You and Erik were newlyweds. Only two months into your marriage and you were both still madly in love with one another. He was an amazing husband, friend, and soon to be father. You hadn’t told him yet, but you were a few weeks pregnant. You decided to wait until after you both move into your brand new home that you purchased before the wedding. The beautiful five bedroom, four and a half bathroom home sat on three acres of land. Erik wanted to be out of the city stating that after a long day at work, he wanted to come home to peace and quiet. You agreed and here you both were, unpacking boxes and setting up your new furniture.
“Baby! Why you buy this ugly ass couch?” Erik called from the living room. You were in the kitchen putting away the white dishes that you spotted at Pottery Barn. Erik thought it was ridiculous that you would spend over $200 on a 6 set of plain ass dishes.
“Stop talking about my couch! I love that emerald green. Plus it’s velvet. Think of all the hot sex we’ll have on it” you say walking into the living room to see him sitting in a sea of bubble wrap.
“If you say so. It’s still ugly as fuck” he flips the couch upright and stands back to look at it.
“Still ugly” you both laugh. He wraps his arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head.
Dinner was takeout. You were both too tired to cook. And for once, you were both too tired to have sex. After getting into bed, Erik snuggled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your body.
“You know I love you right? You’re the best thing to ever happen to me” he whispered into your ear.
“I love you too baby. So much” you say back.
You wake up the next morning. Windows open, fresh air blowing throughout your master bedroom, sheer curtains blowing in the wind. You smile as the sun kisses your smooth brown skin as you stretch out. Noticing Erik is gone because he went to work, you climb out of bed to get your day started. You were an online teacher/tutor and worked whenever you felt like it. In your free time you enjoyed drawing and painting.
You walk downstairs to see coffee was already made and a cute sticky note on the counter.
“I love you beautiful. I’ll see you after work”
You smile as you stick the note back onto the white marble countertop. Pouring yourself a small cup of black coffee, you carry it back upstairs to your office area. You work for maybe two hours when there’s a knock at the front door. You pull out your cellphone to look at the security camera. Two police officers. You raise your eyebrows confused and get up to answer the door.
“Hi officers. Can I help you?” You ask, palms sweaty and heart beating fast.
“Ma’am, are you Mrs. Stevens?” The female officer asks.
“Y-yes? What’s this about?” Your voice was shaky.
“Ma’am…your husband Erik, he was involved in a fatal accident this morning. He was pronounced dead upon arrival….” her voice faded out and your entire world turned upside down. Everything around you was blurry and the sound was distorted.
N’Jobu revealing his plans to Califia and Erik solidifies the family’s future and Klaue delivers word that he is on his way to Wakanda. Sao Paulo activists prepare a march in Negra Lia’s honor in memory of the one year anniversary of her assassination.
Erik “Killmonger” Stevens takes a gap year from M.I.T. and stays with his former foster family in Oakland while he thinks about dropping out of school. With an ex-boyfriend making overtures to rekindle a situationship of some kind, Erik also has his eyes on a no-nonsense artsy Black Goth girl who wants Erik for herself with no strings attached.
In this new upcoming fic, Erik Stevens is a bisexual twenty-three-year-old, raised in foster care after the death of his parents when he was nine. He aged out of foster care at the age of eighteen and went to the Naval Academy at the age of nineteen. He is in his final year at M.I.T., but doesn’t like it, feeling homesick for the streets of Oakland and his friends. His passion is lowriders, hot girls and boys, and staying on that street bullshit. Although he is accepting of his sexuality, he’s very cautious about letting people outside of his inner circle know about his preference for men and women. He’s still that nigga, but his sexuality can be very fluid given his moods.
Layla Maree is twenty-one and one of the O.G. Black Goths in her hood. A Mills College undergrad, she works at an adult bookstore/porn shop. Erik was her neighbor growing up. They were friendly but not very close because he was always in trouble at school for fighting and getting involved in gang activity. She runs with an eclectic crowd because of her affiliations with various Black subcultures in the city. Running into Erik again creates an itch she wants him to scratch.
Brent Stapleson is twenty-three and Erik’s ex-boyfriend from Richmond. They’ve always had a rocky relationship because Erik is a fuckboi of the worst kind–serves good dick, but always unfaithful, and always unavailable. When Erik returns to Oakland, Brent thinks they can rekindle a new and mature relationship. But he soon finds out that Erik hasn’t changed his ways and a new woman in his hoe ass life is running interference and preventing the reconciliation Brent desires.
My goal is to keep this at around fifty pages max, a long one-shot just to see if I can do it! However, if people like it enough and comment on it enough, it has the potential to be a series. This particular Erik will not be connected to my Pantherverse books. It is still part of the Black Panther movie universe, but this Erik was not born from Califia and N'Jobu, or have any connections to the other fics I’ve written. It’s a stand-alone world with a sexually fluid Erik Killmonger. He will still become that badass who shows out in Wakanda. But another incarnation.