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Summary: Adjusting to your new normal comes with some hurdles
Pairing: Erik KIllmonger x Reader
Warnings: Little itty bitty angst, little bit of drama
A/N: Thank you for the response to the last two parts I appreciate it so much. I can’t wait for the rest of this story to unfold. I hope you enjoy this chapter if you do please like and share. Also I finished my classes for the semester so hopefully I’ll be able to get updates out quicker.
That night you drove across town to Kayla’s place she forced you to eat and take the vitamins that the doctor recommended and get some sleep. When you woke up the next day you began your new normal.
For the past three months, there was a routine of sorts between you and Kayla. You’d wake up early and cook her breakfast, a thank you for her generosity when she left for work you’d start your work assignments for the week, and depending on the day Kayla’s brother, Matt would drive you down to the library to do your online classwork. You had taken Kayla’s advice and enrolled part-time to take the last few classes you’d need to finish out your degree.
13. Close Your Eyes, Ivy
“We had a visitor, it seems,” Erik muttered returning to Ivy’s side in a smooth unhurried stroll. He was home free at least until the next threat, which he figured.. would be a while. He had days before he needed to worry about it. With a spray bottle of water and a black towel in hand, he looked on the young and delightful Ms. Stevens strapped by red rope to his french chaise. She had gotten a bit of blood on it, but it was a nice contrast. A nice picture in totality. He covered the ornate work on her thigh with the black towel and pressed down, holding her thigh firmly to stop the bleeding.
“That officer,” he sighed. “The one you called?” Her eyes brightened briefly with recognition. “Yeah, her. She’s a idiot.”
The roll of her eyes showed that she agreed and Erik smirked.
“Can you believe… the bitch came here to investigate me, yet she actually drank what the fuck I gave her?”
He had to laugh at that. Ivy didn’t laugh, but she had to have found it as funny as he did. The whole thing was ridiculous. The police come just to end up captive by the nigga they came to question.
“You can’t write shit like this,” he laughed, his weight still on her thigh.
“Tell me, who does that shit? Oh yeah.. You.”
Her eyes stared ahead. Though verbally she was unresponsive, her body could not block its reactions and neither could her face. He put a little more pressure on the towel not missing her expression as she tried her best to control it. Pain was what she felt.
“Hold on Little Ivy,” he smiled. “Almost done.”
After putting pressure on her thigh for a few minutes, he lifted the towel. “Typically, I’d suggest stitches for cuts like these but nah.. these are too pretty. Let’s let it air out a minute,” he said walking slowly to take a seat on a couch facing her.
She didn’t look well. Her face, it looked tired as though she were exhausted, dehydrated, low in energy. He decided to let her rest a few minutes more, saying nothing as she stared at him. He simply stared back as he sat on the couch.
Her eyes began to droop as he stared, wide awake. After another minute, her eyes shut and held. He counted one, two, three, four.. before her green and red eyes popped open again focusing warily on his. They struggled to stay, even crossing, and he sighed, not getting enjoyment from it at all.
“Close your eyes, Ivy,” he commanded standing to his feet. She needed a few hours of rest at the least. He much preferred her to be awake and aware for their games. In the meantime, he could be starting on another set of custom grillz.
Heading out of his living room, he shit the soundproof door leaving her in there. Should she call, he had the monitor on where he could see and hear her. Until then, he had another creative hobby to attend to.
“Oh.. Look whose finally coming to,” a thick Carribean accent came through the haze as Trinity’s head pounded and pulsed.
“Where the hell am I,” she blinked noticing that she was on the floor on her back looking up at a ceiling. She wanted to panic, but training had taught her to remain calm in uncertainty. Turning her head, the ache was like a mallet pounding ice, but the ice was her head. There was an older woman sitting proudly on a couch with a glass in hand, legs crossed and staring in disapproval.
“Funny how the tables turn,” she glared taking a sip before waving her hands in anger. “If you’d just done your job to start with wouldn’t NONE of us be in this mess! You put my daughter at risk,” she pointed. “And now Lord knows what’s happened to her.” Her face turned glum as she rolled her eyes looking away.
Trinity rolled herself onto her side gingerly and hoisted her body, resting on her arms. Finally upright, she was able to right herself completely and stand, wavering on her feet. She sighed before addressing the angry older woman. “Mrs. Stevens..,” she recalled feeling the back of her head. She checked her hand. No blood. The woman’s green eyes were memorable. The family resemblance was strong.
“You shoulda died right on that floor.”
“The way I feel, Ms. Stevens, I might have,” Trinity retorted. She felt horrible like she’d been hit by a bus. Groaning, she held the sides of her head tightly. “I always knew liquor would be the death of me..”
“You’re a damn addict.”
“No, Mrs. Stevens, I’m an alcoholic. My job is very stressful… As you can see,” she gestured to the room they were enclosed in. Though clean and stocked, it was indeed a prison.
“No, officer. You’re a glorified idiot with a badge is what you are and your damned reckless stupidity is gonna get us all killed.”
Trinity glared. The woman didn’t seem so Christian with all the venom she was spewing, but Trinity could understand. She was angry for good reason. That’s as far as Trinity planned to go down that train of thought.
“Attacking me isn’t gonna solve the issue. We need to find a way out of here.” Checking her sides and pockets, she patted her body down for some sort of communication. Some item. Anything that could be useful. She came up empty-handed, sighing as she looked at the unimpressed Mrs. Stevens, who did nothing but take another sip of whatever liquid was in her cup.
“You think I didn’t try that already,” Mrs. Stevens scoffed. “Gal, I searched your tall behind hours ago. That lil nappy headed boy done took everything ya got.”
“What can you tell me about what you’ve experienced with him? Any weaknesses? Accomplices? How often does he come back here? How long have you been here?”
“If you think.. I’m counting on you for anything.. you are out of your wretched mind.”
Trinity looked at Mrs. Stevens face that was set in stone. She was on her own in figuring a way out. She needed a way to make it to her vehicle.
“Look,” Trinity’s chin dropped. She was serious, catching Mrs. Stevens eyes to make sure she understood. “When he comes in here, I need to get out of here and get to my cruiser. If I can do that, I can call backup and then we can save your daughter.”
“Now why wouldn’t you call backup when investigating an abduction and claims of attempted murder from the start? Hm? Ask yourself that, Ms. Hot in the Pants? What type of police work is that?” She kissed her teeth. “Oh, what, you thought you’d somehow dazzle him with your rugged looks? Turn him somewhat-normal? The foolishness in this girl, Lord,” she whispered, eyes shut.
Trinity looked down briefly out of respect.
“Yeah. I could’ve brought backup initially..” She made eye contact again. “But-”
“There is no but. You should’ve brought backup! You were cocky and thought you had it. Ain’t no further explaining need to be done. Now I’m sick of hearing from you. If I see an opportunity, I’m taking it.”
“Ain’t no opportunity,” Erik announced through the speaker he’d installed in the room. The both of them jumped looking about the room. Meanwhile, he shook his head. They didn’t understand their predicament but they’d be well cared for. As long as they didn’t fuck up. Particularly, Mrs. Stevens. She had produced a fine specimen afterall. The officer, he had to think about.
Sugar Babe Texts - Chapter 2
We wanted to start off by thanking everyone for their support of this story. Your engagement and kind words have made us really excited and the creative juices are definitely flowing. We are currently working on chapter 3, but we wanted to create a way for you all to connect with the story in between the chapters and a way for us to further interact with you all outside of the chapters themselves.
What we came up with is to create a text conversation between Reader and Erik in between every chapter. They won’t have any spoilers for the upcoming chapter, they’ll just play off of what happened in the chapter before. This should be a fun way for us all to build a little Sugar Babe community. We hope you guys enjoy it!
So my 2020 Christmas Challenge sneak peak is done…
I won’t give anything away but if you want a general idea of what’s gonna happen @thadelightfulone is the only one who’s read it pre-edit besides me.
I will remind you
EYE never said Christmas In July
This will be the only 2020 Christmas Challenge post before December.
And if you’re looking for someone(s) to blame @shaekingshitup and @glittermakesmesmile are just as responsible for this as me.
Other than that…enjoy 😊
A/N: I do not know what this is lol
Pairing: Black!Reader x Crazy!Erik/Gamer!Erik
Warnings: Profanity, Use of the N word, Mentions of violence
Word Count: ~2.3k
Summary: Erik is talking a tough game while playing Call of Duty with your young nephew. You don’t like it and decide to pay him a visit. (Based on MBJ’s reputation of being a shit talker on video game servers.)
My legs cross as my straightened back allows my breaths to flow through my lungs with ease. Deep inhales through my nose are followed by whistling exhales through the small heart shaped hole in the center of my puckered lips. Redundancy is my best friend as I continue to deep dive into my mind, swimming in the direction of inner peace.
“Zia! They cursing on the game!”
Inner peace my black ass.
These legs of mine uncross themselves as my back slouches. I knew I wouldn’t get shit done with these two here but I tried to get my yoga in anyway. “What’s wrong?” I open my eyes to see my six-year-old nephew standing in front of my face. His twin sister sits on the couch behind him with her face nearly pressed against the iPad she brought with her. She hadn’t bothered me once this morning and that was when I knew it was only the boys.
Isaiah’s small stubby fingers are wrapped around the playstation controller. It was one of two that belongs to my boyfriend’s Sony gaming console. “I was playing the game and they start cursing.” His syllables bled together when he spoke the letter ‘R’. It was progress. His speech coach has been putting in overtime to help my baby beat out that inner Elmer Fud.
“Who cursing?” My brows twist at the idea of someone yelling at a six-year-old on Call Of Duty. I know it gets rough and I know Isaiah does not play like he is six but if you can’t tell the mic is muted for a reason, you’re a weirdo. “It’s the same one?”
“Yes,” Isaiah nods. “I- I turned the mic on because—“
I point at my nephew with my pupils. He knows what this look means. “You turned on the microphone after I told you not to because why, Isaiah?”
“I was telling him to be nice! I’m just a kid,” he says, repeating what I told my boyfriend last night.
My sister’s a dental hygienist and the office is always crazy after halloween. Today she found out her babysitter had the flu and she had no one else to watch the kids besides myself. The moment she found out she would be needed at the office earlier than usual today, we agreed the kids should come the night before.
It was last night that my nephew discovered Call of Duty. My boyfriend, Travis, had been playing all day in the living room with it being his day off. The breaks he took between matches were short and only for food or sex. Travis isn’t around any kids except my niece and nephew. He had no idea a six-year-old should not be playing a shooting game. I was baking cupcakes with my niece, Ayanna, and did not realize what Travis introduced him to until after I walked into the room to hand Isaiah the spoon he wanted to lick. By that time, the damage was done. So when Travis said, ‘he can play whatever, whenever he wants’ while referring to Isaiah and his gaming system as he got ready for work this morning, I had no problem letting him play while I did my afternoon yoga.
I just forgot a minor but major detail. I disconnected the microphone to keep Issuah from talking to strangers but that did not keep the strangers from talking to him. Playing under Travis’ gamertag makes it look like it is Travis. Now, I have to curse out a chat room full of grown men for yelling at my nephew.
“Let me see.” I take the headset from my nephew. He climbs onto Me and Travis’ bed as he watches me connect to equipment. “Hello?” My attitude is apparent in my tone.
A clear voice replies through the noise heard on the other end. “You done went and got your girl to talk shit for you, bruh? Man, you a whole bitch, my nigga! Matter a’ fact, you probably don’t even got no bitches, this probably ya’ auntie or somethin’! How you doin’, mama?”
My eyes roll at the fluent shit talking. It was like he had no control on this case of diarrhea. The switch from shit talking to a seductive, yet satire, tone was the last straw for me. “This is nobody’s mother, okay? My six-year-old nephew is playing under my boyfriend’s tag and you need to watch how you’re talking on here…” I squint. “King Kill M-X-Onger,” I say in disgust. “It’s just a game. You need to relax.”
“It wasn’t just a game when I was beating your nigga’s ass all day yesterday and through the night. I don’t give a fuck who got the controller, tell them niggas to stop taking my fuckin’ kills.”
Isaiah yells from the bed. “That’s not nice!”
“Oh, grow the hell up. He’s six,” I snap back in annoyance.
“I don’t give a fuck if he was six or sixty-six, sweetheart. That nigga gone need to stay the fuck out my way!”
My neck snaps back in an appalled status as I turn my head to look at my wide-eyed nephew. He couldn’t completely comprehend the vocabulary of the conversation but he saw my face and he knew there were bad words being exchanged in angry tones. My arms fold across my chest as Isaiah awkwardly climbs down from the bed and scurries out of the bedroom. Now, I’m about to get real disrespectful in this bitch.
I reply, “Bitch ass nigga, you gone watch who the fuck you talking to. Only a lame pussy boy gone talk to a woman and a child like that. Watch who the fuck you yelling at from your mother’s basement before I snap your fucking neck and pull your tongue out your mouth.”
“You ain’t gone do shit but keep yelling on your bitch ass boyfriend’s headset at some nigga you don’t even know,” he retorted with a chuckle. The disrespect is on his behalf is reaching new limits. “I’m supposed to be scared of some female?”
“This female will beat the black off you!”
“You talking big shit. Pull the fuck up then,” he barks. “Pull the fuck up. 9436 West Neptune Blvd. Apartment J4. Since you talking big shit. I’m not hiding, babygirl. I don’t hit women. Come see me and get met with this chrome barrel.”
This man is crazy.
I shout back with anger fueling my veins. “After you kiss my ass and this glock, bitch!” As if I was snapping a flip phone shut, I snatch off the headset and toss it across the room before I unplug the entire system. My heaving chest lifts my feet as I pace around my room. “I don’t know who the fuck…” I cut myself off, attempting to calm down and breathe. I can hear the devil’s voice ringing in my head.
Pull the fuck up. 9436 West Neptune Blvd. Apartment J4.
Pull the fuck up. 9436 West Neptune Blvd. Apartment J4.
Pull the fuck up. 9436 West Neptune Blvd. Apartment J4.
It is not until I settle down in the living room, Isaiah and Ayanna sitting on the center rug as they play Uno, that I take a moment to think over the address that was given by the angry voice on the other side of the headset. It begins to settle in my mind that my sister lives in an apartment building. The address? 9436 West Neptune Blvd. She is Apartment D7 on the fourth floor of the ten floors within the apartment complex. The thought sits in my brain for another five hours as I watch over my niece and nephew.
The idea of someone so bluntly disrespecting my family boils within my blood. It is the internet that gives people the largest balls, I am sure of it. King Killmxnger only said what he said because he thought he was untouchable. People like him need to be taught lessons… at least, that is what I believe. I was bullied growing up and one thing I strongly advocate for is the world understanding that anybody can be touched. This thought is exactly what drives me to strap myself with protection before hiding the gun with an oversized hoodie that matches my jeans.
Just as I finish adjusting my hoodie over the lump, Ayanna comes running into the room. “Zia, can we go to McDonald’s on the way home?”
“Yes,” I smile. I know their mother does not feel like cooking after this shift. Loni deserves a break and I’ll happily give it to her.
The McDonald’s stop is quick. Nuggets for everyone! For just a second, the punk bitch from earlier off of my mind until we get in the elevator. Isaiah and Ayanna walk in before while I remain hot on their tails. Only one other person is in the elevator. He stands at maybe 6’3, beautiful brown skin that was mostly hidden beneath a navy blue bomber jacket that reminds me of my uniform I was forced to wear during active duty. My eyes bounce between the kids and the expensive watch on his wrist. A low cut beard with crisp lines rests on the perimeter of his jaw.
His mumble is one of distraction as his fingers tap the keypad on his screen. “What floor?”
“Four,” exclaims Ayanna. She is known to keep a hidden excitement on standby when it comes to certain strangers. Isaiah, too interested in the toy from his Happy Meal, pays us all dust. “Four, please.”
The stranger glances behind himself. His brows furrow as he glances at me. Quickly, he realizes I’m far too grown to have such an adorable tone. His eyes drop down to Ayanna, a soft smile sprawling across his lips. I watch him for a second. He’s quite attractive but not worth giving up my two year relationship. Ayanna innocent stares back at him as I hold back my own smile at the exchange. The smile fades as he turns back to the elevator and clicks two buttons. One for the tenth floor and one for the fourth. The ding comes quick. I murmur a soft expression of gratitude as we exit the compacted space. The moment we enter my sister’s space, Loni sends the kids to put their overnight bags in their rooms. Officially alone, I break the silence.
“There was this big ass, marine built nigga in the elevator. He was cute but he caught me off guard,” I joke.
Loni leaves me standing at the door as she heads into the kitchen. I follow, not wanting to sit with my gun on my hip. “Brown skinned, dreads with the sides faded?” I nod my head and lean up against the counter. “Yeah, that’s Erik’s fine ass. He lives on like the ninth floor. Remember my friend Selene?”
“I can’t stand that bitch.”
Laughing, Loni pulls the food I bought her out of its brown paper bag and places it on the counter. “Yeah, they had a thing for a bit until like last year? Apparently, she only dates men with two legs and anything more is just too much for her after a while.” I nod with an impressed expression. I’m not surprised that he’s packing. “Anyway, you said what about somebody yelling at Isaiah?”
“Some mothafucka was talking big shit like he’s untouchable. So, he’s about to be touched. He lives in your building,” I say.
“Y/N, you are a veteran,” scolds Loni. “Don’t go looking for some weirdo on the internet who finds joy in shit talking to a six-year-old. His life is obviously sad enough.”
My nose scrunches beneath my squinting eyes that once rolled. “So? I was honorably discharged. What the fuck they gone do?” Loni stares me down. “Listen, he was yelling and cursing even after I told him Isaiah was a kid. It’s probably some twenty-two year old steroid user who plays video games between shots in his ass,” I explain. “So just tell me where J4 is so I can go scare him and curse him out.”
“Do you have your gun,” she asks.
I lie. “No, I don’t need it. I’m not hurting anybody, Loni. I’m just about to show him that this is not a game.”
“If you and Travis weren’t letting him play these games to sta—“
Smacking my lips, I drop my head at my older sister. “Loni, where is J4 at? If you don’t tell me, I’ll find it myself.”
Loni groans, dropping her chicken nugget in the container of barbecue sauce. She reluctantly gives up the information. “It’s on the tenth floor,” she says with closed eyes as she picks up her Coca Cola and wraps her lips around the straw. I smile. “Isaiah, Ayanna!! Come say bye to your Zia, she’s leaving early.”
I kiss my niece, my nephew, and even my sister before I go. I am mindful of the cameras watching me as I make my way up to the tenth floor. In the blindspot is where I put a silencer on my gun in case I use it. My phone says my boyfriend will be off of work in two hours, meaning I have to work fast. I can hear the voice echoing in my head as I walk around the corner and into the direction of where my final stop should be, I feel the anger I once felt earlier make its grand return. Two more steps to the right and here it is. Apartment J4. I glance around the floor to assure it is deserted. Unfortunately I cannot greet the punk with my own glock, the hallway camera is in visible sight. My fingers press against the peep hole to keep my identity disclosed.
The door swings open. “Why the fuck are you knocking on my door like you’re the—“ The same annoyed voive from earlier cuts itself off.
Something in me is slightly surprised but now is not the time. I place my hands in my hoodie’s pocket, gripping my gun. “You talked big shit on the game so I pulled the fuck up. Where’s the barrel, bitch,” I ask. Erik pulls the silver weapon from thin air and points it directly in my face. I can see down the barrel.
“Right here,” he says. Extending his hand out further, he presses the cold metal against my eyebrow bone. “You got some nerve pulling up to my spot like this.” Erik’s eyes narrow at me as his thumb runs along the edge of the gun’s handle.
Without feeling a single bit of intimidation, I calmly pull my weapon from my pocket and place it against his chest. His eyes drop down to catch a glimpse of what this ‘female’ is working with. Erik’s face remaibs stone cold. I can tell he did not expect this when his breathing pattern subtly changes. I press my own barrel against the left side of his chest, directly on his heart.
“You said pull up,” I remind him and the gun is cocked, his own still pressed against my left eyebrow. “I’ll kill you,” I state.
He dropped the gun from my brow. “Then do it:”
Pairing: Android!Erik x Black!Female Reader
Warnings: Language (chapter is short)
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.
“Mom? Dad? I swear I can explain”
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Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage
Pairing: Android!Erik x Black!Female Reader
Warnings: Language, Smut
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”
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T'challa: What are you gonna do, stab me?
T'challa: Actually, don’t answer that.
For starters, I hate writing sex scenes. Sex in itself is amazing but having to articulate it through writing is hard for me. I feel that sometimes sex scenes can be repetitive. And I’m afraid that my sex scenes will eventually get boring. Thankfully they haven’t.
How do I write sex scenes: Porn.
**I personally write smut so much better when I’m horny 🤷🏼♀️
When I wrote Porn Star Erik, I watched solo videos of (black) men and listened to their dialogue. That helped me tremendously and the sex in that fic is hot.
**I also use solo videos of men (their dialogue) to help me write when I speak from a male perspective to a female character during sex.
When I write for male and female sexual encounters, I sometimes use my own experiences to inspire me. That, or I will watch a porn and see how they interact and talk to one another. How they touch, their facial expressions, positions, etc…
Writing for female and female sexual encounters, easy since I’m a woman that loves women and I know how I like to be touched, etc… that, and porn as well.
Writing for male and male sexual encounters, I have a few requests to do a gay/bi male character, I haven’t done them yet (in detail) but I did write a quick fic where a male character has sex with another man. Porn helped me with that as well.
Long story short:
-Watch porn for the dialogue and visuals.
-Check out some accounts on here (tumblr) the pictures and videos can definitely give you some inspiration.
-Don’t try too hard, don’t force it (?) I’ve read some stories where the sex/interaction felt forced.
-Don’t rush the sex. Let it happen naturally.
-Be as descriptive as possible. It helps the reader visualize what’s actually happening.
-Find YOUR writing style. Not everyone writes smut the same. Some do. But when you find what you’re comfortable writing, it makes it 10x easier.
-Don’t be too hard on yourself. If you’re anything like me, I hate my writing sometimes (particularly the sex scenes) but once I post it and the positive feedback I get, it lets me know that I’m doing something good.
I know I forgot to add a few things to this list but maybe other writers can add to it to help you out. Hopefully I helped ❤️✨
The smell of chemical warfare infiltrated your lungs the same way your mother’s homemade apple pie after church on a Sunday afternoon would. You couldn’t help but reminisce at the thought of your mothers smile as you would rush into the kitchen begging for a slice right out of the oven, regardless of the possibility of burning off your taste buds. To you, the hotter the caramelized filling that scorched off your taste buds, the stronger a connection of love was felt between you and your mother. To you pain was love, and maybe that’s how you ended up in a situation with a man that didn’t value your life or the life of anyone around him… To him you were all pawns in his game of life…
“Aye! Stop fucking dazing off Princess! We need to finish cooking this shit up and get it bagged before our next meeting!”
“Okay Erik! Damn.” You rolled your eyes at Erik barking orders. It was two in the morning and you, along with two other women you recently met an hour ago were standing butt ass naked in Erik’s million-dollar kitchen cooking up the most corrupted form of snow. The type of snow people would kill their own husband for. The type of snow you would sell your soul for just a taste. The type of snow that brought your demons out to play. Cocaine. Had someone told you a year ago that your life would end up like this you would probably laugh in their face and refer them to a psychiatrist, but here you were, being the girlfriend to a notorious Mob Boss that you use to only know as Zaddy.
Of course you had your suspicious about what type of lifestyle Erik lived and how he acquired all this wealth but none of that mattered to you, especially after the night Erik helped you release your true form. There was a point in time after that eventful night when Erik could do no wrong in your eyes. Erik could’ve punched a baby in the throat and you would have defended Erik and gave a laundry list of reasons on why that baby deserved to get karate chopped in their esophagus. If you looked up dumb and naive girlfriend in the dictionary there would be a picture of you riding Erik’s dick into the sunset. You LOVED Erik and didn’t even know his last name until a week ago when Kuku became aggravated with Erik taking forever to get dressed to leave and yelled it out, “Erik N'Jadaka Udaku Stevens! LETS GO!” There was so much you still didn’t know about Erik, about yourself, and you felt yourself slowly reaching your breaking point with the man you use to “love”.
“Girl, stir faster before Mr. Cranky gets to throwing a fit and yelling again.”
You sided eyed the chocolate beauty named Maxx that had the audacity to give you instructions in your house, in your kitchen, about a man that you could give two shits about making angry. Erik might’ve struck fear in the hearts of everyone around him, but you were just as crazy, if not crazier than him. If a nigga wanted to act a nut you were more than ready to get it popping like a jar of Nutty peanut butter with no toast.
Before you had an opportunity to respond back to Maxx, the smell of sandalwood and Emberosia kush fought against the toxic smell of powdered death as Erik placed delicate and strategic kisses along the left side of your neck, each time letting his gold fangs brush up against your life line. Erik was toying with you, but you knew he didn’t have it in him to kill you. Right? Even though the idea of being on the verge of death fulfilled your forbidden kink it seemed like Erik was taking the situation literally. Erik placed a small bite along your neck that was deep enough to draw droplets of blood and cause you to jump from shock and look at your reflection in the microwave that was placed over the stove. You watched as Erik’s eyes jumped between their usual cool amber brown to a menacing yellow that sent shivers down your spine. “Get to work Princess. You know I don’t like repeating myself.” Without allowing you a response Erik left a tingling smack on your ass and one final kiss to your tender bleeding neck before strolling over to the island marble kitchen counter that was occupied by Maxx and the other woman you had met just an hour ago, Jee. You watched through the stainless-steel microwave reflection as Erik antagonized you through his usual tactic of asshole-ism. You knew Erik would go this route as soon as he tasted your blood, you might’ve been able to lie with a straight face, but your blood always gave away your truth and now Erik would be on his Erik bullshit and piss you off until you told him that you were hungry.
Erik turned on his charm as he let his lustful eyes dance between Maxx and Jee while occasionally glaring back at you through the microwave reflection. Technically the ball was in your court, but you refused to put your pride aside and instead of folding, you rolled your eyes at Erik’s inquiring quirked up eyebrow letting him know that you wouldn’t cave in anytime soon. Erik decided to focus his attention on Maxx first since her innocent comment seemed to rub you the wrong way. “What’s your name again baby girl?”
Maxx felt her heart jump from her chest down to her second set of lips as Erik’s rough voice danced through her ears, “M-Maxx. My name is Maxx.”
Erik let a smirk creep along his face, he hadn’t even started and already had one of the girls like putty in his hand, “Aren’t you going to ask what my name is sweetheart?”
You rolled your eyes as you continued to watch your “boyfriend” do everything in his power to get under your skin. You saw Erik’s eyes twinkle through the microwave reflection and Maxx’s body began heaving with lustful heat, “Your name is Erik-”
Erik held up a hand, “Imma stop you right there ma. In this house I only have one name, and that’s Zaddy. Got it?” Maxx was unable to speak as she nervously shook her head in agreement. Erik mockingly stared at you one last time through the microwave reflection before positioning himself behind Maxx and placing his left hand around her neck as he leaned into her ear to whisper, “Another rule in this house, speak when spoken to. Zaddy doesn’t like having to repeat himself, and he definitely doesn’t like it when you get quiet. Got it?”
Maxx was in the middle of nodding again in response when Erik dragged his left hand up to Maxx’s chin before scraping his gold fangs against her earlobe, “I got it, Zaddy.” Erik left a lingering kiss on Maxx’s face before smacking her on the ass, causing her to jump with excitement and her wetness to drip down her inner thigh.
“Why the hell are the three of us butt ass naked, but you get to walk around fully clothed giving out orders?” Erik shifted his attention to Jee and his eyes instantly roamed her thickness causing him to ignore her question. Jee caught on to Erik’s lustful gaze and added some pep in her step as she walked closer to the man beast. “Did you not hear what I said Erik? Why aren’t you naked too?”
You continued to stir the deadly mixture and watch through the microwave reflection as the circus of horny bullshit was back in your view. Not many things got under Erik’s skin, but playing with his name was like playing with his emotions. If Erik told you to call him Zaddy then you called him Zaddy, if Erik told you to call him Big Bertha then you would call him Big Bertha, everything about being called a specific name was a power move and anyone who questioned that power felt his wrath.
A tooth clawing silence fell in the room as a smug grin coated Erik’s face and he slowly stripped out of his black Nike tracksuit until he was wearing nothing but three good chains and his gold rimmed glasses. Erik made his semi hardened third member twitch as Jee’s eyes hazily dropped down to enjoy the dick show. “Is this naked enough for you?”
Jee licked her lips as she continued to eye Erik, “Its perfect.”
Erik flirting with other women usually had no effect on you considering you would flirt with them too, but this situation in particular had your blood pressure rising by the minute. This was not a situation of scouting for a woman to turn your relationship into a trio for the night, this was Erik being an asshole in order to prove a point. Once you saw Erik caress Jee’s face the same way he would do yours before kissing you with his plump lips, you tossed the wooden spoon you were stirring with onto the counter and stormed off into the living room. You plopped down on the couch in an effort to calm your nerves, but of course the source of your irritation had to walk into the room with his dick swinging and his new two admires following close behind. “What the fuck is your problem Princess? You know I need to get this shipment out by tonight?”
You searched for the remote and turned on the TV, not giving two fucks if it was a program you actually wanted to watch, “I’m taking a break.”
Erik glared at you for a few seconds and you noticed a shift in his demeanor and eyes as he waltzed over to the couch and sat directly besides you, “Fuck it. I guess we are all taking a break then.” Maxx and Jee looked at each other wondering what their next move should be, but they didn’t have to wait long when Erik motioned for them to come over to the couch. “Grab a seat and chill out since my Princess wants to be a fucking brat right now.”
Two hours of everybody uncomfortably watching reruns of Martin passed before Erik began getting bored of the games you were playing. Erik drifted his attention away from his wall mounted flat screen and focused on Maxx who was sitting on the couch with her legs snapped shut like she was trying to hide the truth that leaked between them. “You good over there sweetheart?”
“Y-yes, I’m good Zaddy.”
Erik chuckled to himself as he heard her lies seeping through her own words. “Why are you so nervous ma?” Erik paused and bit his bottom lip showcasing his gold slugs, causing Maxx to quiver slightly, “You know… I’m a licensed massage therapist and you look like you need some help releasing that pent-up muscle tension.” Before Maxx had a chance to provide a rebuttal Erik had her flat on her back as he began massaging the inner meat of her thighs while occasionally letting his finger “slip” next to her lotus flower.
Your attention was no longer on the television as you watched Erik slither his way into a full on threesome right in front of you. You weren’t even sure if the girls were bisexual, but Erik had Jee eating Maxx’s love cave while Erik received sloppy head from Maxx. It was a sight to see and all you could do was laugh to yourself. If Erik wanted to play bullshit ass games, then you were going to play. Mr. Petty vs Mrs. Petty was in full effect.
“Squeeze my dick just like that baby… Just like that!” *smack* *smack* *smack* Jee was a moaning mess as she rode Erik like a bike with no training wheels, and Erik was in pussy heaven. Erik let out a low growl as Maxx paid delicate attention to the inside of his thighs, the same way he attacked hers earlier, before she let her wet tongue glide up to Erik’s exposed balls and cream covered dick. Each time Jee raised up to the tip of Erik’s dick, Maxx would plop it out and clean off the love juice, just to shove it back inside of Jee, causing her and Erik to moan in unison. “Y'all really trying to make a nigga cum, huh?” In one swift motion Erik flipped Jee so that she was on all fours on the carpet and instructed Maxx to slide under them, so she could continue gobbling Erik’s balls while tending to Jee’s swollen clit. Whenever Erik had sex with more than one woman he always made sure he would do the exact positions he saw in all his favorite pornos. Life was currently imitating art and you had seen enough.
Once Erik changed positions and was now the one lying flat on his back with Jee riding his face and Maxx showing off moves doing the reverse cowgirl, you decided it was time to sneak away from the scene before anyone noticed you were missing… It would be pretty hard for the freaky trio to notice though… You glided your way back into the kitchen and stopped in your tracks when you noticed Kuku in the kitchen, tending to the unfinished product that needed to be shipped out. “Um… What are you doing in here? I thought you and T were out working on that arms deal.”
Kuku stopped measuring out the death flour on the counter and couldn’t help but take in your naked figure before stumbling over his words trying to speak, “We finished the deal early because I didn’t need to "persuade” our clients… But uh… I thought you were partaking in whatever the fuck you guys have going on in the living room.“
You took a quick look back at Erik happily enjoying himself with someone other than you. Fuckboy. "Today I decided to be a spectator. A bitch can only take so much of the same dick before getting bored…”
Kuku raised his eyebrows at the suggestiveness in your statement. Everyone in the household including Erik could see that something deeper than a friendship lingered beneath the layers, and that’s one of the reasons Erik started sending Kuku on longer missions and deals. “What happened to all that talk about Erik being your soulmate?”
You shrugged as you walked over to the counter to help Kuku package up the goods. “My soulmate isn’t a disrespectful ass nigga. All of this was fun in the beginning, but it just seems forced at this point. I’m thankful, and happy for this new life… but at what cost?”
Kuku let you ponder on your own question as he continued to cut up and distribute the cocaine in the designated bags before wrapping them up and placing each pound into a brick press. A few minutes passed as you worked in “silence” with Kuku. This moment would’ve been peaceful had your boyfriend not been on round three with his house guest. The sounds of whimpers, and skin clapping reminded you of the reason you decided to come back into the kitchen as you stopped bagging up the dope and began searching through the cabinets. You felt your eye twitch as you heard, “Yes Zaddy” and “Deeper Zaddy” continuously be repeated by someone other than you, and Kuku noticed as well.
You were two seconds from climbing onto the counter to reach an upper cabinet when the feeling of strong, but unfamiliar hands gripped your waist, “What are you looking for Lulu?”
You sighed in defeat and turned around in Kuku’s arms, “I’m looking for something that will make me feel better.”
Kuku tightened his grip around your waist and brought his forehead close to yours so your lips where almost touching. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
You eyed the way Kuku’s lips shined with a Wakandan chapstick and began nibbling on your own set of lips, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” Before you gave Kuku the chance to answer, you filled in the inch of space between your lips until you were fully engulfed in a forbidden French kiss. Everything about the situation felt right and wrong at the same time, but you didn’t care. For the past year you had been living to please someone you thought you loved, and for the first time in a long time you felt safe, compassion, empathy, and mutual love.
The sound of a voice clearing its throat immediately snapped you out of your steamy make out session as you cautiously peeked over Kuku’s shoulder. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you noticed T'Challa standing against a wall with his arms crossed… Kuku’s eyes of judgment had nothing on T'Challa. You quickly removed yourself from Kuku’s grip and immediately longed for his skin to be pressed against yours for a second longer. “Do you two care to explain what is going on in here or can we all just forget this ever happened and just blame the drugs?”
Without a beat of hesitation Kuku spoke up, “I don’t know what you saw, but nothing happened. Now help me finish packing all this shit up.”
T'Challa pushed himself off the wall and snickered to himself, “Smart man.”
You watched as the two men worked and moved on with their lives like nothing ever happened, like they weren’t drug dealers packaging up pounds of cocaine in the kitchen, like Erik wasn’t fucking two other women in the living room. Like Erik wasn’t fucking in the living room. Reality hit you like a ton of bricks and you hastily went back to searching the cabinets until you found what you were looking for. Kuku and T'Challa halted their movements as they inquisitively watched you barge back into the living room with a new-found chip on your shoulder.
“Z-Zaddy I-I can’t cum any-ymore!” Jee was getting pushup drilled dick from Erik, while Maxx laid in a 69-position hovering her honey cave over Jee’s face and leaving hickies on Erik’s neck.
“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” Erik had the stamina of ten bulls as he slammed into Jee while emphasizing each word, and he wasn’t anywhere near done with the two ladies.
“Mind if I join you, Zaddy?” The sarcasm in your voice perked Erik’s ears up as he finally realized that you hadn’t been in the room for a while. While depriving Erik of the chance to ask any questions on your recent whereabouts, you swiftly slid one of Erik’s gold-plated pistols deep inside of Maxx’s exposed twat before using it like a dildo. “How does that feel ma?” Maxx was beyond being able to speak as she moaned out in euphoric bliss. “Mmm it must feel really good. I bet this feels better than Erik’s dick, doesn’t it?”
Maxx’s eyes jolted open at your out the box question as Erik slowed down his strokes, so he could try and figure out what the hell you were doing. You yanked Maxx’s face away from Erik’s neck and increased the speed of the pistol, causing her to amplify her moans as you rapidly dragged the barrel along her g-spot. “I’m cu- I’M CUMM-”
Erik completely stopped fucking Jee as Maxx’s now lifeless body collapsed on top of Jee. The sounds of horrific screams where cut short when you pushed Maxx’s body to the side and inserted the creamy coated golden pistol into Jee’s mouth. “Doesn’t this taste better than Erik’s dick?” Jee shook her head “no” and a sly grin appeared on your face as you pulled the pistol out of your mouth and began sucking it the same way you did the first day you had sex with Erik. You never broke eye contact with Erik as you yanked the loaded pistol out of your mouth and jammed it back into Jee’s. “I think you need another taste ma. I think that pretty gun does taste better than Erik’s community dick.” You leaned in close to Jee’s ear while still keeping direct eye contact with Erik. “Would you like to know what taste even better than this gun?… The bullets inside.”
You slowly raised up off of the floor without an ounce of remorse in your body as you pointed the pistol in Erik’s direction. “Call up some new help so we can finish bagging this shit up.” In that very moment you did not care what Erik had to say or what his reaction would be. You looked to your left and saw Kuku and T'Challa watching you from the doorway that connects the kitchen to the living room. “Can one of you bring me a knife so I can eat? No use in letting these bodies go to waste.”
You fainted, and you weren’t sure how long you were out but when you woke up you were back at the estate and you felt an unbearable pain residing in your chest. You felt like your body was paralyzed as you laid in agony whimpering and creating a pool of tears around your eyes. Your mind raced back over the events that occurred earlier, Erik was involved in some sort of drug scheme and he wasn’t human, or at least his eyes weren’t human. You sure knew how to pick them. You sighed and wallowed in pain, conflicted by the growing feeling of pleasure that amplified as your pain levels increased.
“So, you finally decided to wake up eh?”
You didn’t have to guess who was addressing you and you rolled your eyes at the sarcasm Ku Ku was projecting. “That madman told you to eject those pills from your body, and now you lay in this bed in agony…” Ku Ku sucked his teeth as he walked closer to you and hovered over you, careful not to interfere with your comfort of personal space. "I told you to stay away… Now look at you.“
You did the best you could to turn your head in his direction to speak, "What did… What the fuck did y'all give me?”
Ku Ku let out a heavy sigh and made his way to the edge of the bed. “The pills were simply vitamins from Wakanda, Erik had planned on tricking those colonizers into believing they were some sort of ecstasy 2.0, obviously shit didn’t go as planned… Those pills aren’t why you’re feeling like this-” Your breathing became ragged and Ku Ku took immediate notice cutting himself off and springing into action as he reached over to feel your pulse. Your heart beat was slowly coming to a halt. “Fuck Lu Lu! You couldn’t wait just a little longer?”
You were unsure what Ku Ku was referring to and your subtle whimpers turned into wailing, “Erik…. Where…”
Ku Ku did the best he could to coddle and comfort you, “Erik will be back soon Lu Lu, I need you to relax for me. Try and take slow breaths. Can you do that for me?”
You did your best to shake your head ‘no’, as you felt yourself beginning to hyperventilate. The more you struggled to breathe, the stronger the pain in your chest grew. You arched your back off of the bed and let out a blood curtailing scream as a sudden wave of pain shot through every nerve in your body. The feeling of pain and screaming went on for 2 minutes before T'Challa stormed into the room to investigate why you were yelling. “WHAT IS GOING ON- Fuck! She’s the one… Isn’t she M'Baku?”
You felt your senses go haywire again but this time instead of becoming stronger they started to deplete, first went your hearing, but not before you heard what T'Challa said. Your heart continued to slow down as your mind tried to find a reasonable explanation for the statement. “…the one” replayed over and over in your brain. Next went your sense of smell, followed by your sense of taste. Your loss of taste hit you the hardest and you refused to believe it was gone. You bit down on your tongue until you felt blood being gushed into your mouth, you realized you could only feel the blood in your mouth and not taste it as Ku Ku cranked opened your jaw and filled your mouth with cotton balls, so you wouldn’t choke to death on your own life juice. Next was your sense of touch and you felt your body start to go numb as you were snatched out of your bed. Lastly your eyesight started to vanish as you zoned in and out of consciousness while Ku Ku carried you to an unknown location. You studied Ku Ku’s features with what little sight you had left while he carried you and you couldn’t help but focus on his eyes and how they resembled a tinted yellow like Erik’s. You blinked your eyes once, twice, three times and then your whole world went dark.
“… I gave y'all one fucking job…”
“Watch your tone…”
“Fuck that!… I left for a few hours…”
“If she’s dead I’m putting all y'all asses in the fucking dirt, I put that on my Daddy!…”
“She’s not dead N'Jadaka…”
“She’s the one…”
“I been knew that, why the fuck do you think I brought her home? Catch up you slow ass niggas…”
Your body rested on what felt like clouds as you regained your senses one by one and listened to the conversation.
“How’d you let this happen Ku? One job… One FUCKING JOB!”
“ENOUGH! You are a man acting like a boy, and if you continue I will treat you like one. She is not dead!”
You shifted on the heavenly bed causing silence to fill the air, your eyesight was still gone but you could feel that all eyes were on you once you moved. “Princess!… Princess…” You felt Erik’s presence weighing over you, his voice sounded broken as if he was on the verge of tears and his body wasn’t radiating its usual power, his aura was cracked and distraught. Your sense of touch was back, and you sighed at the feeling of Erik gripping your hand and rubbing small circles with his thumb, Erik usually did this to calm you down, but it was evident he was using this technique for himself this time. “Can you speak Princess? How you feeling?”
You turned your head in the direction of Erik’s voice, slowly you regained your eyesight and you took in Erik being bare chested with sweatpants that hung dangerously low. Even in a catastrophic moment Erik could still get your flood gates open. “What happened?”
Erik did his best to keep his face emotionless, but his eyes revealed the truth. “Do-do you know what you are Princess?”
You squinted your eyes at his question, “Yeah… I’m a black woman my nigga, do you know what you are?”
Erik’s demeanor relaxed a bit as he chuckled at your remark. “I’m not talking about that ma…” Erik let go of your hand and placed his finger on a spot behind your right ear. “You probably thought this was just a birthmark, huh?” You refused to speak while Erik continued to explain. “Your special ma…” Erik tilted his head so you could see the mark behind his own ear. “You aren’t like the others…” You felt the bed you were laying start to hover forward as you tried to squirm away, you soon realized you were restrained to the bed and tried your best to crank your neck up to look over your body, only to discover the sight of nothing holding you down.
“Wakandan restraints Princess, they have an invisible cloaking device because my little cousin is extra as hell.”
You heard Ku Ku’s thunderous laugh in the distance and T'Challa hum in agreement, you rolled your eyes at all three of them. Of course, the one time it would be good for them to disagree and possibly let you go out of spite, they decided to be in complete harmony with each other. “Restraints for what Erik?”
Your bed continued to hover forward until you were outside in an open field, it was now dark outside, and a full moon twinkled in the night sky. “These restraints are to keep US safe from you Princess.”
You tried to drown out your own thoughts with background noise, the sound of Erik’s rapid beating heart, Ku Ku’s occasional heavy sigh, and T’Challa’s agitated gulps. This didn’t last long once you realized that your hearing was now overly hyper sensitive once again, so sensitive that you could hear ants patter their feet against the dirt. All these changes were starting to irritate you. “Erik?…”
Your senses weren’t the only things that grew in sensitivity, you were extremely turned on and beyond confused about it. You were usually a horny person but this feeling of lust that flowed through you was unlike any other, it felt like you were in a permanent state of orgasmic pleasure and you weren’t sure how or why you were feeling this way. “Erik…”
Erik was leaning against a tree as he watched the moonlight radiate off of your golden copper skin. “I know baby.”
“Erik!” You called for his name a little louder than expected, your eyesight shifted again, but this time you weren’t going blind… You could see everything.
Erik let out a low growl as he walked into your vision. Erik no longer looked like Erik; his dreads came down to his lower back, his hooded eyes were a misty yellow, his veins were visible and danced under his keloid skin, and he had grown 2 feet taller, putting him easily at 8ft. “I can hear you squeezing MY pussy and if you keep doing that…” Erik leaned in close so that your faces were inches apart. Erik unhinged his jaw and spread his jaguar like mouth open revealing his pointed gold fangs while he let his animalistic tongue reach out to lick your plump lips. “A nigga just might have to drop something up in that to make it stop, is that what you want Princess?”
Before you could respond you felt your eyes uncontrollably roll to the back of your head as you heard Erik curse under his breath and call Ku Ku and T'Challa to come over near you. You felt the rays of the moonlight swimming through your body and soon you felt stronger, faster, more alert… And hungry.
Your eyes resettled in their original position and you looked over at Erik who was glaring intently at you with a clenched jaw, your mouth watered at the sight of him, you weren’t sure what he was, but this new monster version of him could still clap your cheeks. You shifted your gaze to your left and saw that Ku Ku and T'Challa were no longer like their original selves either. Ku Ku somehow grew to be bigger and stronger, making T'Challa and Erik in their new forms look like children. “Lu Lu, how do you feel?”
“I’m hungry.” You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard your voice, it sounded like you but with more authority coated in a sensual lust.
Erik let out a sigh of relief as his gaze shifted from you to Ku Ku. “You heard my Princess! Bring her some food!” Ku Ku tapped T’Challa’s shoulder signaling for him to follow and leave you alone with Erik.
Once Ku Ku and T'Challa were out of sight Erik released you from your prisoner bed. Bad idea. As soon as Erik released you, you attacked him. You weren’t sure what came over you but the new animal instincts that flowed through your body told you that Erik was food and you were starving. “Shit Princess!” Erik fought you off and threw you into the wilderness, causing you to break through 10 trees before your body slumped down to the ground. You weren’t down for long, you jumped back up and cracked your neck before charging after Erik again. Every hit you threw at Erik he blocked and dodged, only to counter the attack with a defensive hit. “Ight Princess! I’m done playing with your ass!”
Erik roundhouse kicked you somewhere into the distance, all that could be heard was the snapping of branches and a final 'thud’ as you hit the ground again. Erik started to walk away in search for Ku Ku and T'Challa until he heard a devious giggle escape your mouth. “You might be done, but I’m just getting started Daddy.”
You charged at Erik once again but before you could reach him a pair of strong hands lifted you up by your neck. “N'Jadaka, why did you release this girl!?” Ku Ku tightened his grip around your neck every time you attempted to squirm out of his hold.
“She didn’t combust and die from turning into a Werepanther! I thought she was good.”
You completely stopped moving when you heard the term “werepanther”. “Lu Lu might not have died but she is far from good! You know she has to eat for this to be complete!”
Erik sucked his teeth and continued his journey back to the open field, letting Ku Ku carry you by the neck like a rag doll. “Yeah yeah. Just hurry this shit up, all that fighting got my dick hard and my Princess got Roaring Rapids happening in her pussy.”
Ku Ku gaged at Erik’s graphic language while T'Challa stood on the sidelines shaking his head and judging. “M'Baku… N'Jadaka… Get serious.” You continued to struggle for freedom from Ku Ku’s death grip on your neck and you finally stopped once you smelled fresh meat, human meat. T'Challa walked closer to you and Ku Ku and brought a chunk of flesh up to your mouth. “Eat (Y/N).”
You looked over to Erik for guidance, even though you wanted to kill him a second ago he was still your baby. Erik licked his lips while he looked at you and smirked. “The quicker you eat, the quicker I get to eat.”
T'Challa was over today and he was definitely over Erik’s mouth. “N'JADAKA, ENOUGH!”
“I didn’t even do anything!”
T'Challa dropped the meat into your hand and walked towards Erik, nagging him about his vulgar language. You were too mesmerized by the meal that sat in your hand to listen in on their petty argument and you dug into the bloody source of nutrients, not caring about the mess you were making.
Once you completed your meal Ku Ku dropped you down to the ground without warning, he then squatted down to your ear and whispered, “Welcome to the family Lu Lu.”
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.
Title: Boy Next Door Crazy Erik PRT 1&2
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!
Pairing: Erik x Black!Female Reader
Warnings: Language. (Maybe these chapters will be considered fluff??)
A week passed and you hated every day not being able to speak to virtual Erik. You missed him. Was it grief? You were emotionally invested in something or someone that wasn’t real. He said it was real and it seemed real but you knew it wasn’t. You were at the funeral. You seen his lifeless body.
“Motion at front door” your phone alerted you of someone at the front door. You checked your phone to see a UPS truck dropping off two large boxes. You got up from the couch and went to answer the door.
“Good afternoon ma’am. How are you?” The man asked.
“Good. Thank you” you say observing the boxes.
“Do you need help bringing these in? They are very heavy”
“Yes please” you smile. Internally, you were screaming for joy. You knew this had to be the android that Erik was referring to.
The man pulled the boxes inside to your living room and you tipped him before he left.
“Okay. Let’s do this” you say and grab a pair of scissors from the kitchen before planting your body next to the box and carefully opening it.
You open the first large box full of packing peanuts and remove two large arms, detailed to look exactly like Eriks real arms. The keloids he had from his ear days were all over his arms. You finger every keloid, amazed. They were muscular just like he was. It made your heart jump thinking about his arms being wrapped around you again. You pull two legs from the box. Large, brown, smooth with light black hair. You missed his legs.
The next box you open was his torso. You could barely pull him from the box. He may have been bigger than you in real life but you don’t remember him being this heavy. You tip the box over and let his torso and head fall to the hardwood floor.
You stand there shocked. Amazed. Weirded out. Erik was laying on your floor. Well, an android version of him. It was creepy. He was naked and the enhancement you purchased for his dick was well worth the extra $300. He was at least 11 inches now. What would you do with 11 inches of dick that already destroyed you before? Take it all like you’re used to. You sat there on your knees looking at it for a while. You touched it and it was flaccid. Playing with it for a minute before grabbing the directions from the box.
“Thank you for purchasing our Phase 3 Synthetic Android…..” blah blah blah. You skim through the directions and get to the important stuff.
“Step One: attach arms and legs to the torso and tighten using included bolts” Bolts? The fuck?” You do as it says and he looks almost human like. You want to cry but you also want to hurry up and put him together so you can see him…Alive.
“Step Two: place Android in tub full of ice along with customization serums included (if any)”
“I have to carry this big nigga upstairs to the bathtub. What the fuck!?” You sit on the floor next to fake Erik and sigh. This shit is a mess. It’s not like you can call anyone over to help. If they seen this life like Erik on the floor, they would probably lose their shit. You probably shouldn’t carry him since you’re pregnant and you don’t want to hurt your baby. You decide to take one for the team and and carry him anyways. He felt like he weighed at least 250 pounds. You hook your arms under his and pull him like a dummy through the downstairs floor and drag him up the steps. His body made a loud thumping noise each time you went up a step. You left him laying in the hallway as you throw on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and run to the grocery store to grab a few bags of ice.
“Ma’am, do you need help getting this all to your car?” The employee at Whole Foods asked. You had a cart full of bags of ice.
“No. I got it. Thank you” they looked at you weird as you left.
Back at your house, Eriks synthetic body nearly gave you a heart attack as you carried the bags of ice upstairs. You begin pouring the ice into the tub completely filling it up. You climb into the tub and pull Eriks body inside. You then pour three large containers of liquid into the tub and prop Eriks head up against the tub tile. You run downstairs and grab the directions.
“Step Three: let android sit in tub undisturbed for ten hours”
“That’s it? What the hell?” You shut the door and go back to your business. You had until 12:00am until something happened. You didn’t know what just yet but you were a nervous wreck.
You run upstairs to the bathroom to check on the android. Nothing. He just laid there lifeless. You weren’t sure what to expect. Would he talk? Move? What? Was he just a giant sex doll? You felt ridiculous. Erik didn’t elaborate on what would happen.
You get ready for bed and say your prayers before falling asleep.
You woke up to the sound of sloshing noises from the bathroom. You weren’t sure what it was at first since you were disoriented from being deep in sleep. You climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom, cutting on the light. Your mouth drops open when you notice the body is completely gone. You squat against the wall and look around. Water was on the floor. He must have left? Got up and walked away? Yea right.
You stand up and search the house, scared out your mind, but don’t see anything. Where could he have went? You decide to keep the lights on and go back to sleep. This baby was wearing you out. You fall back to sleep.
The bed dips. You stir and roll over. Your eyes open briefly and you see a shadow of a person sitting next to you. You jump back but hands cover your mouth.
Your eyes grow wide.
“I missed you” Erik says.
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Pairing: Erik x Black!Female Reader
Warnings: Fluff? Death
A/N: Chapters are short on purpose to build anticipation.
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.
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Synopsis: Its the middle of quarantine, you and your boyfriend are out of work. To fill the time, Erik plays Modern Warfare all day everyday.
Pairing: Gamer!Erik (is that a thing?) x FemaleReader (any race or body type)
Warnings: Language, Smut (Spanking, and aftercare)
A/N: Erik and reader have an understanding in their relationship and safe word during sex. Erik enjoys pushing her to her limit.
Shoutout to my fellow gamers! Wussup 😜