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galatially · 1 year

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fingering (f receiving)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — just for tonight, let me be someone else. someone larger than life and impervious to pain like the pain he gave me; what's a few drinks and a chance encounter with a familiar stranger to a heartbroken girl?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.3K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

The bass thrummed through your veins.

Tequila and whiskey emboldened you as you swayed your hips in time to the beat, your hands high above your head. You felt the stares from the men and women around you, basking in them.

Tonight, you transcended.

Beneath the red and blue lights, you were a different person. You weren't the girl that found her boyfriend screwing another girl on your living room couch. You weren’t heartbroken and you weren’t angry. No, in the heart of the dance floor, curls wild and free, Y/N Y/L/N was invincible.

An ethereal being amongst humans.

You felt a presence behind you, hands finding yours hips. Warm air tickled the shell of your ear. “What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ dancin’ alone?”

A breathy giggle bubbled from your lips, one of your hands reaching behind to cup a broad shoulder. “I’m not ‘lone. You’re here.” You ground your ass against the front of his jeans, the skirt of your skintight dress cresting above your hips. His cologne made your head spin and your belly flip.

His teeth caught your earlobe. “Keep grindin’ like that and I’ll take you right here. People be damned.”

The warning sent a delicious shudder up your spine. “Promise?”

His chuckle rumbled low in his chest, reverberating against your back. Lips trailed the curve of your neck and hands held you firm against the growing tent nestled between your barely covered ass. “That turn you on, baby girl?” Teeth nipped at your sensitive skin. “You want me to fuck you in front of all of these people? Ruin this pretty pussy?”

A thick digit wedged between your thighs, playing at the soaked thong clinging to your lower lips. A strained groan left his mouth.

“You’re soaked, baby. That all for me?”

Your breath caught. When the last time someone turned you on like this? Had anyone ever turned you on like this? You bucked your hips back against his hand, soft mewls tumbling from your plump lips.

“Want me to fuck you with my fingers, pretty girl?” He pushed the fabric to the side and pushed three digits into your sopping cunt. The strangled moan lodged in your throat was guttural, almost pained. He wrapped his free arm around your front and held you firm against his chest. “Be cool, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole club knowin’ I’m knuckles deep inside you.”

You tucked her bottom lip between your teeth and gave a weak nod. Your skin was on fire and you could feel your nipples stiffen. “Fuck.”

He worked you slow, his thrusts slow and tortuous, stretching you out deliciously. Your first orgasm slammed into you and made your knees buckle.

You put a hand against his chest. “Wait, wait. We need to stop.”

“You sure?” He removed his fingers, leaving you hollow. “We could take this somewhere private, if you want.”

The invitation was tempting. Damn near irresistible, even. You could be this girl for tonight and in the morning, you’d turn back into a pumpkin. No longer the enigmatic princess in the wild, but the pauper that had to figure who she was again.

Who were you now that everything you knew was a lie?

You turned to face your sexy stranger, your features canting into confusion.

“Erik?”

His brown eyes widened. “Y/N?”

Even through post-orgasm hazy eyes, Erik Stevens looked like a god, as if deities bore him from sculpted clay. You went to the same university, shared some Gen Ed classes your freshman and sophomore year. Sometimes you even struck up conversations about classes. His reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type far preceded him, but, at least with you, he was smart and sweet and funny.

Besides, you were already spoken for at the time. But it didn’t mean that you never noticed him.

Your face warmed and canted into a frown. “Fuck.” You pulled down the hem of your dress and pulled a fallen strap back up your shoulder before turning on your heel. If you weren’t sober before, you sure as hell were now.

“Y/N! Wait!”

You cut through the crowd, quickly dodging curious drunken glances as you hurried to the bar. You put a hand up to signal to the bartender, Scott.

He tipped his chin and leaned over the edge of the bar, yelling over the booming bass. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Can you cash me out and grab my stuff for me?”

Scott gave you a thumbs up and disappeared to the other end of the bar. Before you could look over your shoulder for Erik’s tall frame, the bartender reappeared, your items in tow.

You slammed down a few notes and threw him a two finger salute.

“Whoa, whoa, Y/N! Everything okay?”

You hoped the smile you gave was convincing enough as you hurried out of the club. The cool breeze kissed your cheeks, carrying the loose curls framing your face in its wake. Tears burned in your eyes, your chest heaving painfully. “Fuck!”

Of course.

Of fucking course!

Of all the people you could’ve rebounded with, it just had to be Erik, one of your ex’s friends.

Your mind raced with questions: did he know the girl Theo was with? Was she around when you weren’t, draped over his lap while he hung out with his boys?

Were you really the last person to know?

You pulled out your phone and started requesting an Uber.

NOTIFICATION: Your driver, Amelia, will be arriving at 1:45 AM

“Y/N!”

You held in a groan, not sparing him a glance as you spoke. “Nope. We’re not doing this.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend nothin’ happened in there?” His hand curled around your bicep. “Look at me.”

You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned to face him. The quick movement made your world tilt and your legs buckled. Where you expected to be intimately introduced with the asphalt, you felt a warm mass against your shoulder. You took in a deep breath and looked to Erik, your face warm. “Thank you.”

He nodded and helped steady you. “You gon’ stop runnin’ now?”

“Erik, we can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you deadpanned. “Theo’s your friend.”

Erik tightened his jaw.

You crossed your arms and turned away from him. “Just forget what happened. Please.”

“Can I wait with you until your ride gets here, at least?”

You lifted a shoulder and kept your gaze on the street. You anxiously glanced down at your smartwatch for notifications, debating whether you should’ve called your friends to come get you instead.

“I’m not his friend.”

You blinked and turned to him, startled by the sudden conversation. “What?”

“Theo,” Erik clarified, “I’m not his friend. More like a friend of one of his other friends.”

You looked over at him. “Why are you telling me this?”’

“Because you’re actin’ like I knew what he was doin’.”

NOTIFICATION:Your driver, Amelia, is pulling up now. You will have five minutes before Uber charges you a waiting fee

“I don’t care if you did or didn’t know about Theo cheating on me, Erik. I don’t care if y’all are friends. The fact that we almost — ” You blew out a breath. “You’re an adult, Erik. We both are. So whatever we do or don’t do shouldn’t concern the other.”

“I’m just sayin’ that — ”

A black Sedan pulled up in front of the both of you, cutting off his words.

You glanced at Erik over your shoulder. “Thanks for hanging back with me.”

He nodded, a tight smile on his lips. “Get home safe, yeah?”

You nodded and ducked into the back driver’s side seat. As the driver pulled off from the curb, you stole one last glance of Erik standing on the sidewalk.

“He a friend of yours, ma’am?”

“No. Just someone that I know.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — to date, the beginning of this fic is the most out of pocket i've ever been and i'm proud of that lol

#galatially #want u around #want u around series #situations #erik stevens #erik stevens x black!reader #killmonger #killmonger x black!reader #college!au

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comradekarin · 1 year

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black panther fandom ,,,,, such a kind and gracious fandom y’all are my brothers and sisters and folks ,,, but not to sound like im begging on my knees in a cvs candy aisle but i am politely asking for one (1) canon divergent au fic/headcanon/art on an erik killmonger and namora dynamic exploration,, as a treat

#I’ve grown attached #there’s nothing there honestly the vibes of this crack dynamic is just something I need someone to indulge in FOR ME #like somebody anybody hear me out !! I have hearing aids for the people that refuse to hear me as well !!!#it don’t even gotta be romantic just give me SOMETHING to work with bc I smell Iconique already #au where killmonger lives and is in wf events is so interesting bc even in the planes he’s still bitchy crying #then badass namora just flexing the whole movie like do I HAVE to make a case here folks !!#trust me bro I understand what I’m talking about just hEAR ME OUT #and not even like a college au or whatever GIMME SUM JUICY BESTIES #erik killmonger #black panther #namora #black panther wakanda forever #namora of talokan

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 10 days

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hello my good sister, i was wondering if you and your community could help me locate this one michael b jordan smut i read a while ago?

its kind of embarrassing to write this but basically its a college au where michael himself (referred to as bakari), erik killmonger, and adonis creed are triplets and after some confusion regarding who’s who, they take reader home and have a fun time ifykwim

Hey! I want to say that was @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx but I think she no longer writes 😭

I’ve been given requests for something similar but haven’t had the chance to write them out yet!

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pantherandtheseagod · 1 year

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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tastingmellow · 5 years

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Pretty Please

A/N: I literally woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this. I’ve been having difficulty sleeping and this is what I’m hoping will help me :) Also, make sure you read the note at the bottom of this fic, I wanna know if y’all been paying attention.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

Summary: Studying with Erik is harder than you’d think

Warnings: Erik being a baby :)

Word Count: I don’t know, daaaammmmn

“Erik.” His name fell from your lips for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night. You room was filled with grunts, sighs and groans between the two of you. Your hands busying themselves with each other. You laid on top of Erik a hand wrapped around his throat and thighs locking him in place. “Nigga, I fucking said stop.”

You sighed as Erik laughed loudly while you reapeatedly slapped him across the chest as he tried to block each hit. You finally made your way off of him and rolled your eyes as you sat back down at your desk. Erik sat up, removing his stretched out shirt before throwing it towards you. The article of clothing hit you in the face, soliciting an exasperated groan to leave your lips as you threw into the corner.

“Come on, Y/N. Take a break, we been doing this since 8.” You turned and showed him the time on your phone. “Erik, it’s 9. Fifteen more minutes and we will take a break.” Erik huffed and grabbed the anatomy book that laid to his left. “Don’t do that, this was your idea.”

Your boyfriend, Erik has suggested that the two of you spend Friday night in his dorm. The both of you had to study for exams and he knew if he wanted the company then you would too. You agreed, wanting to spend time with him since the past week has been very busy for you both. So, here you are, studying while Erik complains about the idea he gave.

“I know! But I thought I’d at least be like...getting some head for each question I got right.” Erik ducked to dodge a pen you had thrown at him. His laugh filled the space of his dorm. His laughter quickly turned into a whine as he trudged over to you laid his heavy ass over your lap.

You rolled your eyes, resting your arms on his abdomen as he sighed once...then again but louder. “Erik, it’s just 15 more minutes. You will survive.” Erik pouted and shook his head in refusal. You rolled your eyes again and pushed away from the desk. You pushed Erik off your lap, resulting in a loud thud and short string of curses. “You could’ve warned a nigga, Princess.”

“Pick up your book and read for 10 minutes and we will take a break.” You smiled as Erik agreed to your terms by getting up and stomping back to his spot beside the TV like a 7 year old. “Thank you, honey bunches.” You spoke politely, batting your eyelashes at him. Erik gave a sarcastic smile before flipping to the correct chapter of his textbook.

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The ten minutes flew by for you but for Erik, each minute was the equivalent to an hour. You had moved from you spot in the chair to standing, pacing, as you held your textbook. You read over sentence carefully, taking notes on a separate notepad that laid on the page you weren’t reading.

It wasn’t until you felt Erik’s hands making their way up your waist, towards your breasts, that you realized the ten minutes were up. “Baby, I know I said ten but just let me finish this chapter. You can go ahead and start your break.” You pulled away from Erik only to have your textbook and notepad tossed across the room. “Erik!”

“Shut that shit up, I haven’t seen your fine ass all week.” You blinked at him as he sat down on the bed and pulled you between his legs. “I miss you and all you wanna do is study. The only reason I suggested this was so I could see you, spend all night with you. I knew we were gonna study but damn, baby, all night?”

You laughed to yourself and Erik grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid back, pulling you on top of him. “I miss my babyyyyy.” He drew out the last word, burying his head in your neck to inhale your scent. He missed that. You giggled softly and adjusted yourself to straddle him. “I know, E. I’m sorry, I just wanted us to get as much done as possible.”

Erik’s hands gently caressed your thighs. “I know, I know. Honestly, all you need is a fluffy robe and bonnet and you could be somebody mama.” You leaned your head back, slapping his bare chest. “Boy, please. With the way I fuck you? TUH, if I’m somebody’s mama then MILF.”

Erik lightly bit his lip, staring up at you. “The way you fuck me?” You nodded. “Hell yeah. I ride you til the sun comes up, throw it back on you like nobody’s business, and don’t think I ain’t notice how your eyes lit up when my hand was on your throat.”

Erik shrugged as his hands slid up your shirt. “Do that shit again and imma marry you.” You licked your lips and rested your hand on his neck. “Where’s my ring, playboy?”

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A/N: Really hope you liked it! I also hope you read the note at the beginning. Here’s my question for you: What’s the running joke in all my fics?

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yerrrabitch · 3 years

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WKND

Your eyelashes softly brushed your cheeks as you woke up. Your dark eyes scanned across his room. His scent suffocated you and kissed every inch of your body. His body lay tangled with yours. Your head was tucked between his arm and chest as he took deep, calm breaths. You relished in the feeling of him. These were some of your favorite moments.

When life could slow down for just a second and you could truly appreciate the man under you.

Friday Night 7:34PM

You kicked off your heels beside your door and wiped your sweat on the back of your hand. Another hellish day at work. You hated working and wished that you could take his money. But, you didn’t feel comfortable taking away from him to please you. He hated seeing you like this. He loved pampering you in anyway he could. You chuckled at the thought of the argument your current state would cause. You worked as an assistant to a lawyer who made you work unbearable hours and didn’t give a damn about any of your personal needs. He was an asshole but, the position paid well and you rubbed elbows with major figures in the field you wanted to go into after college.

You washed your hands and took your hair out of it’s bun. You couldn't wait to take this lace off for the weekend and let your hair out. Conforming to corporate America was another one of your least favorite things you did to get where you wanted to be. He didn’t agree with that. Well, he didn’t understand. He had worked through college growing his locs as a computer science major and now owns several businesses while only being two years out. He had established a name for himself; you had not. He offered many times to get an internship or position with one of his personal lawyers but, you wanted to get your connections and establish yourself by yourself. He had a love/hate relationship with your independence. It initially drew him to you when you first met.

You needed to make a quick snack before showering and heading over to his place for the rest of the weekend. You broke away from the apples and peanut butter to turn on Ari Lennox and unwind in the shower after realizing it was far later than you realized and he was probably worried sick about you. You showered, put in a hair mask and began to shave while dancing to her rhythmic voice when a hand grabbed your waist. You shot right into farthest part of the shower and let out an animalistic scream.

You closed your eyes as tight as possible and waited on the assault.

Giggles.

From him.

You wiped a curl out of your face and stared up at him. He was hunched over laughing at you like he was supposed to show up unannounced and scare you half to death.

“Baby,” he started before falling into another fit of giggles, “I came to check on you and here you are, dancing like that when you could be dancing with me upstairs.”

“I need to explain alone time?” You sneered, you were agitated. Why would he do that? He could’ve waited for you to step out of the bathroom at least. You could have fallen and gotten seriously hurt and he was laughing like that was just so funny. The things you would do to keep that smile on his face though.

“You know I didn't mean to intrude on your alone time. I was just seeing where you were. It’s 8:30?” He said still looking at you. The way your curls and coils were pulled into lopsided twists around your face, your nose scrunched up in irritation and dragged your plump upper lip and high cheekbones along with it made his heart whine at the two foot distance between you two. “I’ll wait on the couch for you, then we can go up together?”

You nodded and moved back into the water to finish what you were doing while a soft smile graced your face as you thought of him.

You crossed the hall and applied all the necessary body butters and creams then waddled out to see him. You rolled over the back of the couch and on to his side.

“Hey.”

He smiles up at you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. He begins peppering them all across your face and across your neck. You begin laughing when he bites on to a ticklish part of your clavicle. You place your hands at the nape of his neck and pull his head back.

“Did you cook?” You asked looking at his beard. You loved the way it felt when it grazed your thighs but, you hated the scruff he had began to grow during quarantine. He loved it though. Anything to differentiate him from his youth.

“Don’t you wanna order in? There’s this new Thai place on the North side. I had some for lunch last week and almost nutted,” he said staring into your eyes while tracing the curve of your jaw, “we can eat that.”

You nodded and began to get off of him and grab your slippers to go to his place. He lived five floors above you. His penthouse was amazing. It had a great view, a private elevator and this kitchen that you loved to cook in. Sometimes after an exam you both would stay up trying new recipes to get your minds off the stress. You loved cooking with him and were a little disappointed at the loss of bonding time. You knew he'd make up for it though.

“We should order it soon, you know everything out here closes early as hell.” You replied as you locked your apartment up and grabbed his hand to walk to his elevator. While waiting for it to rise from the lobby you stared at both of your figures in the reflection. His massive body next to yours, you looked like a child. A curvy child, but still a child. The hand wrapped around the phone as he orders food looks bigger than your waist. His large torso compared to your average sized one. He towered at 6′6 and you lived at 5′8. You were taller than most but, he humbled you whenever you tried to act bigger than him. Your wide hips were the only thing on you bigger than him. He would argue that your head is bigger than anything in the room.

You were busy comparing your body to his when he guided you into the shaft with a hand on your lower back. You thanked him and stepped inside. You felt his hand moving to cup just beneath your bottom. He gave two taps to your butt and opened his other arm, signaling you to jump on his waist. You rolled your eye but, still complied and let him carry you the rest of the way. The elevator dinged and he began to move. His breathe was warm against your cool scalp. And his body warm against yours. You loved him carrying you almost as much as he did. He loved taking care of you and anyway that you would allow him to gave him joy.

You had decorated the entrance of his penthouse. Initially it had been bare but, you added a mirror, a welcome mat and a tall plant that required almost no care so he couldn’t kill it by forgetting it. But, he would never let anything you gave him die. He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He turned around and sat down on the bed with you still attached to him and then laid back. You rolled over and began to remove the pillows from the bed. When you first met him he only used one pillow and now he can’t sleep with out at least three on the bed or you. You patted the spot next to you and almost squealed when he settled in next to you. You loved cuddling. He loved it too, only with you though. In previous relationships, it’d irritate him and make him overheat but, with your cooler body temperature and lovable personality he couldn’t resist. You rubbed up and down his side while he rubbed circles on your butt. You pushed your lips up at your nose. His eyes flashed to them and he immediately captured them with his own. He had a special way of kissing you. It never took your breath away. It was like it was your breath. You could kiss him for hours and only need to stop to fulfill bodily functions. Your lips fit perfectly together. You felt his bottom row gently dig into your top lip as his hand drifted from your ass to your right breast. His hot tongue slips into your mouth and you attach on to it and begin sucking it. His mouth retracts slightly as he smiles at you. Clearly, he doesn’t like you having too much control as he takes your nipple in his hand and twists it. You gasp and he takes that as his chance to do what he wants with you. He keeps kissing you and pulls away to begin kissing down your neck. You feel your lower belly getting warm and you try to pull his hand from your breast and place it in between your thighs. You hadn't had your fill all week and you wanted him right now. He snatches his hand away from you and doesn’t even look up at you.

“I’m taking my time tonight, so you just gone have to wait my love.” He said in between open mouthed kisses on your chest. You loved when he showered you with affection like this but, there was a time and place for everything and this was neither. You wanted to fill him shoot into the depths of you then carry you into the bathtub so you both could scrub the sins away then slide back into bed and go to sleep. You were tired and you’d rather use your vibrator and come back after you came at least once.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting all week.” You whispered looking down at him.

“Who’s fault is that?” He asked, finally reaching your nipples. “Not mine, if I could’ve had you every night I would have. I would’ve had you in the morning too. Before work. At lunch. Before dinner. For dessert. But, you had to work right mamas?” He plopped your nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your ring and lightly nibbling on the sensitive flesh in-between the metal. You were enjoying his assault on his body and accidentally ignored his question.

He bit down. Hard.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” He said staring up at you. You nodded eagerly.

“Words.” He said with a lot more bass in his voice.

“Yes.” He smiled up at you. You were wet and you knew that he wasn’t going to let you come once tonight after that. He’d just edge you for the rest of the night and hopefully let you cum tomorrow. He moved to the next nipple and used his fingers to give the other nipple to attention she deserved.

He loved playing with the fattier parts of your body. One day in the earlier days of your relationship you had told him about your insecurities and he made it his duty to show extra affection to them whenever possible. He moved down to your belly and began kissing all around it and sucking your flesh in between. He pulls back up to you and places a gentle kiss on your lips and smiles.

“I love you.”

He pulls your shirt back down and pulls your body tightly against him. You feel him throbbing against your thigh as you sit on his lap. He grabbed your left foot and began to massage the heels of your feet, slowly working up to your toes and moving back down methodically. You wanted to enjoy pleasing him and vice versa but, you knew tonight was really going to be affection rather than sex. You craved an orgasm but you also needed intimacy. You loved how he knew where to find a balance in your needs and desire them.

Saturday Morning 9:50AM

The Thai place was amazing. You could see yourself sneaking there during lunch breaks for the dishes. You both had finished off two bottles of wine and sat snuggled up on the couch watching Living Single re runs. He laid on your chest between your thighs as you both fought sleep. He smelled of deep amber and vanilla. A cologne that you mentioned loving years ago and he made a point to wear around you.

You looked at the man next to you. You gently disconnected yourself from him and crawl beneath the sheets. You pull his member from his boxers and spit on it. You feel his body shift, he’s waking up. You lick up the under side of the shaft and attach your lips to the top. You extend your tongue outside of your lips and begin pulling in and out of your mouth. A deep chuckle breaks your concentration.

“You love this dick don’t you?” He mused. You nodded “Couldn’t wait for me to wake up?”

You continued your assault by forcing the entirety of his length into your throat. You always struggled through this part but you never stopped trying. You gagged on it and kept pushing. You were confident that you wouldn’t vomit but you needed to taste his nut. You repeated the process, sucking the tip then taking it all down your throat. You loved the feeling of his breath becoming quicker and his hand pulling your bonnet off and grasping your twists in both of his hands. His hips kept bucking up at you until you felt warm ropes begin to paint your throat. You loved this taste. The feeling of his balls constricting on your cheeks. The way his happy trail tickled your nose. The way his thighs felt so strong against your finger tips. His firm grip on your hair. It all made you want him more. You kept sucking after he had finished until his body began to twitch again. It was only right to overstimulate him how he had done you so many times before.

You lifted off of him and hurried to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You knew once he gained his strength back he would return the favor a few times over. He padded in behind you and began running the water in the bathtub. You smiled softly and went to the kitchen. You cut up apples, oranges and put grapes into a bowl and met him in the bathroom. He had grabbed towels and began to strip. Staring at your gown, he points and the tub. You comply and bring the bowl with you.

“Eat mama.” He commands and begins kissing up and down your neck. His hands go beneath the water and find your folds. He grazes across your clit and down to your opening. His right hand rises to your breast and he palms it lightly. He grasps your clit between two fingers and rolls it between them. Your breath hitches.

“Please, Erik.” You breathe. You feel him smile behind you.

“Please, what baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

His laugh shakes your chest as he puts a singular finger inside of you. He knew that he needed to work you up to his size. After a week away from him, you always shrunk to a coin slot. He curved his hand around to place one hand on your clit while still fingering you. You move the bowl to the ridge of the tub as you feel yourself getting closer to a climax. He adds another finger in. Initially it is uncomfortable but as he keeps rubbing your clit your loosen up around him. You pant as you feel your end close to you. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you and turns the shower on behind both of you. He pulls you up carefully after moving the bowl to the floor near the tub. He lifts you up by your waist and slowly guides your onto his dick. He stretches you immediately and you feel like you might split open. It hurt but still felt so good.

After waiting for you to nod at him, he began pumping in and out of you. Slowly at first then he picked up speed. He backed you into the wall and moved one of his arms from around you on to your clit and began rubbing. The hot coil in your belly began to tighten and you knew your orgasm was coming quickly. He looked so focused on getting your nut, he was barely worried about his. You begin coating him in a thick, white cream as your body is almost to your peak. Your moans begin to fill the bathroom as he hit your g spot. You finished and you felt yourself squirting on him. He loved that. He loved drinking it more than watching it though.

He immediately followed behind you and filled you up with his cum. The warm water hit both of your side as your legs dropped and he laid his forehead against yours. He lightly kissed you then pulled out of you. You felt cold now without him inside of you. He reached for your body wash and you reached for his. Every time you had shower sex, you both would wash each others body’s.

Regardless of all the shit you go through during the week. This makes it worth it. Orgasms before noon and endless support and love from a man you love.

#erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger #erik stevens college au #erik x reader #Erik Stevens #erik stevens x reader #black woman imagine #black panther

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blackpantherismyish · 5 years

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Teacher’s Pet

Chapter 1

Paring: Greek!Erik “Killmoger” Stevens x Chiron “Black” Harris

Word Count: almost 1.3K

Warning(s): None

A/N: I have been on a writing drought for Idk how long to be honest. But I finally got some shit done.. This is that. This is loosely based off of a story by the same name that i wrote YEARS ago (Don’t go look for it, it’s alotta cringe in that shit. But enjoy

Shoutout to @goddessofthundathighs cause without her, I woulda sounded reeeal stoopid.

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Chiron put the last of the grocery bags on the floor. He had transferred to a new university in the middle of his fall semester meaning he had to restock all of his favorite goodies.

“Fuck,” he huffed as he dropped the bag of canned goods on the floor with the rest of his haul.

Using the leftover money he had from his tuition check, he moved into a small two-bedroom apartment a short distance from campus, which he shared with his roommate Taylor. The two had met at an off-campus frat party at his previous school last fall. They immediately clicked in a drunken stupor and had been inseparable ever since. Like brothers almost.

“Yo Chi!” Taylor yelled from his room, his voice followed by the faint sound of rapid shooting.

Call of Duty, Chiron thought to himself as he walked around the island and towards the bedroom.

“Wassuh Tay?” he called, stepping towards cracked door where the shooting had gotten so loud that explosions could now be heard.

“Did you get more Hot Pockets?” Taylor sat shirtless in his gaming chair with his ΚΑΨ branded shorts and a PS4 controller in his hand.

“Yes. Steak and cheddar cause yo fat ass ate the last box in 4 days.” Chiron rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he watched Taylor lean on his knees and squint his eyes to focus on the game.

“Man… You still on that?” Taylor groaned as his fingers danced over the controller.

“Uh...Nigga YES! That was a 24 pack of Hot Pockets. Do you know how many Hot Pockets you’d have to eat in a day for that to even be possible?” Chiron stood off the doorframe and walked further into the room.

“Si-,” Taylor started.

“6 gahdamn Hot Pockets nigga!” Chiron clapped to emphasize each word.

“Man I was lazy and I ain’t feel like cookin’.” Tay shook his head and scooted closer to the flatscreen TV.

“Keep playin’. Yo belly gon be so big you won’t be able to shimmy right.” Chiron turned and made his way out of the room and walked back to the kitchen. He opted to put the groceries away himself since someone was preoccupied. It worked in his favor, giving him the advantage of knowing where everything was.

"You just hatin' cause I get all the hoes!" Taylor yelled from his room.

"Nah I'm good. I'm allergic to fish" Chiron yelled back.

…

It was now a few weeks into the spring semester and Chiron was finally getting into the flow of his new college home. He woke early, not wanting to be late for his first class of the day: General Psychology. Footsteps and elevator dings invaded his senses as students began filing into the classroom filling it to capacity. Chiron chose a middle seat, not too close to the front and not to far back that he’d have to squint to see. He pulled out the notebook that he’d designated for this class and flipped through the first few pages. When he looked up again, his eyes fell on a man that he hadn’t noticed before. The man wore a black fitted t-shirt that hugged his body like a fat kid hugs the ice cream man when they get extra sprinkles. The veins that ran down his arms looked like an IV technician’s dream and gold rimmed glasses framed his face while two thick Cuban link chains rested on his neck. As Chiron’s gaze traveled lower, he praised the Lord above for the invention of fitted slacks because they were hugging the hips of this Adonis in all the right places. As his gaze made his way back up, Chiron’s eyes landed on a set of lips that looked like they could swallow him whole, not that he was complaining. As the mystery man talked with the professor, hints of gold reflected off of his teeth. Chiron leaned forward to get a better look at the beautiful mystery.

“Who are you and can I have your number, cause gahdamn you fine,” Chiron whispered to himself. Just as his lust was beginning to get the best of him, Chiron was snapped out of his appreciation by the voice of the young white male at the front of the class.

“Good morning class, I am Professor Wayne and I’ll be your instructor this semester. And this,” he gestures to the Adonis to his right, “is my graduate assistant, Erik Stevens.”

Erik can assist me in taking off his pants.. Chiron thought to himself as he chewed the tip of his pen. His focus on whatever Professor Wayne was babbling about was long gone as more and more lewd thoughts of Erik crossed his mind. Erik stepped in front of Professor Wayne, licking his lips slowly before addressing the class.

“Wassuh y’all. Welcome back to school.” He paused briefly before continuing. “As you heard Mr. W say, I’m the graduate assistant. Some days I’ll be teaching and helping with any questions you may have during my lessons as well as Mr. Wayne’s.” As his speech came to a close, Erik leaned back against the wooden table, surveying all of the fresh faces in front of him.

“I have some meetings to attend so in my absence, Mr. Stevens will go over the syllabus and answer any first day questions you may have. I look forward to getting to know all of you. Have a great first day.” With that, Mr. Wayne grabbed his black leather bag and headed out the door.

Erik took off the gold rimmed glasses and sat them on the table next to him and grabbed a clipboard.

“I’m about to go through roll. Just raise your hand and say ‘here’. Pretty simple procedure, right?” Erik looked around for confirmation. He got head nods and soft mummers in agreement as he scanned the classroom. Chiron had since went back to flipping through his notebook, highlighting things that he would need for the class.

“Chiron Harris?” His voice sounded like the smoothest bourbon you could possibly get your hands on.

“Here,” Chiron spoke, lifting his head and hand simultaneously. Erik gave him a sly smirk before calling the remaining names on the list. Chiron smiled to himself before busying himself with his notebook once more. This was definitely going to be an interesting semester.

…

As he made his way down the hall after his classes, Chiron could hear commotion coming from his apartment. Several voices mixed as Chi unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taylor sat on the couch with his line brothers. The one on the left, Nico, wore a crimson colored dad hat that read Pretty Komplicated in cream letters while the one on the right, Xavier, wore a black basketball jersey that read Kryptonite across the back of it in red letters.

“I’m about to start charging you niggas rent,” Chi called from the doorway as he put his lanyard on the key holder.

“Maaan, I’ma need a room if I pay rent,” Nico called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. Chiron grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking back to the unoccupied loveseat.

“Woooow,” Xavier spoke from the far end of the couch. “He did you dirty, dawg,” he snickered as he leaned on his knees, fully immersed in the video game.

“What?” Chiron shrugged as Nico pulled his attention from the tv and blinked in confusion.

“You said a room,” he reminded.

“The box that I’m referring to has enough room for you inside. It’s a pretty big box.” Nico groaned and turned back to the tv, causing Chiron to chuckle to himself.

“Listen, I already live with one of you niggas. I don’t need anymore.”

...

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sonofnjobu · 6 years

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Can I give you a request. Today is my birthday and I would like a birthday one shot with Erik. Obviously reader is black and chubby and basically she hates her birthday but Erik wants to make it special for her. Fluff and smut levels up to you. Thank U love you so much

Happy Birthday, baby! I hope it was amazing.

Here’s a little something I cooked up. Pure fluff. And here’s a song to go with it.

TOKEN

Historically, your birthday had never exactly been great. As a child, all of your school friends were off at summer camps or on vacations with family. You’d gotten used to the disappointment. No one was ever available to celebrate with you other than your aunts and uncles and a few cousins.

At least back then, your grandmother would hand you a birthday card with $20 in it, but now that you were an adult, that had stopped. Which you found hilarious because as a broke grad student at MIT struggling to pay Boston rent, you needed that $20 now more than ever.

This birthday, you were one of the few people on campus for the summer semester. You were trying to haul ass through this program and get your Masters as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, that meant that none of your friends were either and you had no one to celebrate with.

Your professor droned on in the front of the class and you scrolled aimlessly through your Facebook. You’d received the standard amount of “Happy Birthday” messages from people you hadn’t seen in years, but you were still bummed.

Other people had their rooms filled with giant metallic balloons on their birthday, or one of their friends would go through the effort of making a compilation video. Some people got those giant sparkling candles or Sephora gift cards. A surprise party was completely out of the question as there was no one to plan it and no one to attend.

It always seemed to happen to someone else. You wondered if you’d ever get to feel special.

Did that make you selfish?

Maybe.

But it was your fucking birthday. You deserved to have fun!

You snapped out of your daydream of a large and lavish party when your classmates all pushed up from their chairs and began to pack away their laptops and books. You slowly gathered your things and resolved that you’d just go get some ice cream at the corner store and have a movie night in. You’d even take a Lyft to treat yourself.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you fished it out.

Your eyes widened when you saw a message from Erik Stevens on the screen.

“Yo. It’s your birthday!”

You’d met Erik at a few overly cramped apartment parties and had been completely enamored with him. Who fucking wasn’t?

You ran in the same circles, but had never truly hung out just yet. Every time he ran in to you, he’d thrown his hands up and yelled, “Y/N! Finally, the party can start!”

He found you funny and engaging. He always smiled at you in the hallway and wrapped you in those tight, one armed hugs. You found yourself gravitating towards him every time you saw him… being a slightly bolder, funnier version of yourself. You loved to make him laugh and catch his gold canines as his chubby cheeks pulled up in a smile.

No one ever remembered your birthday. You found yourself grinning as you tapped a response.

“Yeah it is, haha!”

The three dots bounced on your screen immediately.

“You doing anything tonight? We’ve gotta celebrate.”

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him about your pathetic plans. You elected to punt.

“What do you have in mind?”

The three dots didn’t return, and your heart sunk a bit. But you knew getting your hopes up was dumb. You were about to shove your phone back in your pocket when it vibrated again.

“Meet me at Roxy’s at 6:30.”

That wasn’t a lot of time. You began to power walk down the street to your apartment so you could get dressed up. Your heart was racing and your cheeks already hurt from smiling.

–

You got out of the Lyft at 6:28 and looked around the street. You weren’t exactly sure where it was you were going, but you have two minutes to get there.

“Y/N!” you heard someone call.

You turned to see Erik holding the door open to a small little diner and you skipped across the street to him. His enormous, muscular arms enveloped you in a tight hug and you melted a little bit.

“Happy Birthday!” Erik wished you. “You look great!”

You grinned. You’d taken a chance wearing this tiny romper cause you knew your thighs were gonna rub together. You were glad it paid off.

Erik took your hand and led you in to the very small shop. You looked up at the menu. It was exclusively grilled cheese. How cute.

But Erik kept pulling you to the kitchen doors and away from the tiny counter. You walked by a man sitting atop a single stool guarding the doors and Erik nodded to him.

“She’s with me.”

He led you through the swinging doors. Your face was lined with confusion. Were you going to take a grilled cheese cooking class or something?

But instead of ending up in the kitchen, the doors opened up to a full, retro arcade.

Your face lit up.

The walls were lined with action figures and television playing old cartoons. Synthesized music pumped out of the speakers and people milled about waiting for their turn on different games. There were pinball machines and Pac Man…giant Mario Kart and other racing games, basketball, Dance Dance Revolution…

Erik wove expertly through the crowd, dragging you along behind him. He came up to the bar and pulled out a stool for you. You struggled a bit to get in it and your thick thighs spilled over the sides a little, but once you were finally atop it, you sat face to face with Erik who was still standing.

“Whachu want?” he yelled over the music. “It’s on me. Whatever you want!”

You were frankly overwhelmed. For as much as you always wanted someone to make a big deal on your birthday, you were entirely unprepared. You scanned the bar quickly and your eyes came to rest on a boozie slushie machine. You pointed at it and Erik laughed.

“Aight! You’re tryna get fucked up. I see! AY, TONY!”

He beckoned the bartender over who dapped him up. Erik ordered himself a beer and you one of the sugary slushies.

“And it’s the lady’s birthday!” he informed his friend. Tony smiled a large toothy grin and leaned over the bar to you.

“Happy birthday!” He slid a paper party plate over to you with a singular twinkie and popped a candle in to it. Tony produced a lighter from his pocket and lit up your mini cake.

You felt as if you’d melt in to the floor as Erik and Tony began to sing to you. This was the most.

You made a wish and shoved the twinkie in to your mouth. Erik laughed and handed you a small golden pouch.

You opened it to find gold tokens for the games behind you.

“Oh, wait!” Erik said suddenly, digging in his pants pockets. He pulled out at least six more tokens and added them to you stash.

“I’m guessing you come here often?” you laughed.

“Oh, yeah! I’m a huge fucking nerd, girl. You didn’t know?”

The two of you spent the night competing and jabbing at one another. Though he got more baskets than you in hoops, you kicked his ass at DDR. He defeated all of his opponents in Mortal Kombat and you died before you could even figure out the controls.

He purchased an entire cup full of tokens and bought you another drink. He lost his shit when you accidentally went to drink from the token cup instead of your slushie. In retaliation, you challenged him to a pinball tournament.

That boy was screwed from the jump. You hustled him.

“Ya girl grew up without internet, Erik!” you yelled over the crowd as your points mounted. “It was Microsoft Pinball all day every day!”

You threw up your hands as you beat his high score and let out a loud whoop.

“SUCK IT!”

You turned to away from the machine to gloat in his face when his lips suddenly met yours.

You were completely shocked and hesitated a moment before leaning in.

His strong hands came to a rest on your plush waist and he sucked on your bottom lip. The tips of his dreads tickled your face and he backed you up in to the pinball machine. He kept kissing you until a frustrated dude waiting for his turn on The Addams Family Pinball Machine interrupted the two of you.

“Hey! Get a room!”

Erik pulled away from you with a devilish smirk on his face.

“I win.”

[Masterlist]

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galatially · 1 year

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, mutual pining, plot with porn, flirty!erik stevens (boy is a warning all by himself, okay?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — i didn't know i needed you until i felt your hand in mine; after a messy breakup, you find yourself in serendipity with erik stevens, a friend of your ex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 5K (and counting)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — since i'm actually writing again, it's time to dust this off. enjoy me trying to write more plot than porn for the first second time lol

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/?)

i: situations

ii: just friends

iii: crush

#galatially #want u around #want u around series #want u around masterlist #situations #just friends #crush #erik stevens #erik stevens x black!reader #killmonger #killmonger x black!reader #college au

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cherryplasmids · 6 years

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☆ stress & love ☆

pairing: erik stevens x collegestudent!reader fandom: marvel cinematic universe request: @tastemybuns — Hello can I request a Erik Killmonger x reader where the reader finds Erik like crying or tearing up and goes and comforts him? And have Erik notice how beautiful the reader is and says I Love You to them for the first time? Please? Thanks! notes: check out my other works; masterlist

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You must have done some fucked up things in your past life that ultimately transferred to your current one because the universe was on a mission to kill you or slowly cause mental deterioration. And at the moment, the former appeared to be the perfect option since you were absolutely done with life at the moment.

The notion of senior year in college is filled with unadulterated fun was complete bullshit. Not only was your schedule basically full, the teachers decided to make your life a living hell by piling essays and projects on top of each other with short durations in between to finish them. You basically lived in the back corner of the library now since you’re always there whenever class was not in session. You used to love the library, but now, you absolutely dreaded the place.

Not only that, but you and your so-called best friend had a falling out because of her boyfriend — all because she accused you of trying to sleep with him. It ended in a lot of shouting, insults being thrown around, an eventual fist fight, and lastly, loads of crying. Also, she was able to get all of your friends to turn their backs on you, resulting in loneliness that grew as each day passed.

That leads to your to mother. She’s been insisting on you getting back together with your ex, Diego, which would cure your lonesome and depressive state. But she doesn’t seem to understand that Diego was a right foul prick that didn’t deserve you even in your worst, drunken state. To say that to her was like saying the sky isn’t blue. She adored the bastard to death and would never let you forget your ‘mistake’ of breaking up with him, she clearly liked him more than she liked you.

However, no matter how bad things appeared to be, there was one good thing the universe granted you, and that was your best friend, Erik. He was your knight in shining armor without him actually knowing it. Oh god, you loved him with all your heart — even when he was hundreds of miles away in California while you were busting your balls in New York. He was incredibly handsome and passionate and smart and so, so, kind. You could ramble on and on about him for days which you used to do to your friends. But you knew Erik only saw you as a friend, it was apparent in his behavior, especially when he noted all the girls he brings home on a weekly basis. It was heartbreaking, but there was nothing to be done about it because you would rather have him as a best friend than nothing at all.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The insistent knocking was heard from your door which made you groan. You were attempting to clean up on your only free weekend which annoyed you since you hated cleaning and this was the third interruption since you began an hour again.

“I’m coming!” You yelled, wiping your forehead on your shirt before walking toward the door, every step causing more irritation to rise up within you. The knocking continued and you really wanted to punch whoever was behind that door because they were pissing you off. “I swear to god if you don’t fucking stop —” You cut yourself off as you swung the door open.

And there he was, in all his sexy glory, was Erik with the biggest grin you had ever seen. You all but screamed, throwing yourself towards him, causing him to wrap his big, muscular arms around your curves. He picked you up from the floor making you squeal in happiness.

“Erik! You didn’t tell me you were visiting!”

He releases you from his hold, placing you on the floor before rolling in a small luggage into the main area of your apartment. “I decided to use my vacation days to come visit my favorite girl.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and looks around. “Whoa, this place is looking like a train wreck. Did you have some wild party last night?”

Despite his teasing tone, your eyes couldn’t help tearing. He was totally right. Your apartment was an absolute mess. Dishes piled up in the sink, overflowing onto the dirty countertops. The floor was no exception, red solo cups littered the wooden panels with chip bags and boxes of microwaveable foods mingling with it. It was an atrocious sight, making you feel dirty and overwhelmingly frustrated at your lack of control over your own life.

Without a word you broke down crying falling to your knees as you released all your pent-up frustration and anxiety that has built up for months. Sobs wracked your body leaving you to shudder and slowly lose your breath.

Erik kneels beside you, speechless and dumbfounded over your sudden mood swing. He silently holds your, allowing you to bury your face into his chest and cry your heart out.

He feels utterly terrible, his heartbreaking at each moan of sadness that emits from your naturally plump lips. If there was one thing he hated most in the world — besides his ‘family’ back home — was you crying. So he just cradled you in his arms, whispering comforting words until you calmed down enough to speak to him, to let him know who he has to beat the shit out of for hurting you.

“Baby girl,” Erik whispers, his velvet voice instantly sending calming waves of serenity into your brain, soothing your anxiety. You sniffle a few times before removing your head from his chest in order to look at him.

Holy shit.

Were the first words that Erik thought because, holy shit, were you fucking beautiful. It hit him like a ton of bricks, your gorgeous self was hiding away from himself for all these years. The glisten of unshed tears only bolded the amber lines in your chocolate eyes, streaks of fallen salty liquid accentuated the small acne marks on your cheek, and the quiver of your lips made it all more enticing to kiss.

All these years Erik had been keeping himself from ever seeing you more than a friend because he felt like he didn’t deserve you. You put up with him for so long, for a decade, and yet, out of all his friends, you stayed. Through all the physical fights, emotional breakdowns, happy moments, and everything in between, you stayed. All his other girlfriends didn’t work out because there was a sense of him comparing them to you. They didn’t fill the criteria of even matching all your amazing assets.

Erik didn’t realize it then, but he sure as hell did now.

“I love you.” His voice was low, breathy and feathery, vulnerability lacing those three words.

Your eyes widen, darting across his face to witness some sort of detection of lying, but no, all you saw was adoration, his brown eyes gazing deeply into your own.

"Erik," You murmur, matching his own pitch in order to keep the moment intact. A sudden warmth spreading through your chest that completes engulfs you in a blanket of radiance. However, you don't want to get your hopes up. "You don't mean —"

"I love you," Erik said with conviction, bringing you closer to him before he planted a gentle yet tentative kiss on your lips. He might not have noticed it then, but he knew it now. He loved you and would continue cherishing you throughout all the good and the bad — just like how you had done with him.

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

word count: 1,278 published: feb 18, 2018 edited: n/a

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imaginativeavengers · 3 years

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Day 1: Loki - Pegging (01-10-2021)

Day 2: Steve Rogers - Mafia AU - Bondage (02-10-2021)

Day 3: Loki - Temperature (03-10-2021)

Day 4: Tony Stark - Mafia AU - Breeding (04-10-2021)

Day 5: Pietro Maximoff - ABO (05-10-2021)

Day 6: Natasha Romanoff - Cockwarming (06-10-2021)

Day 7: Bucky Barnes - Facesitting (07-10-2021)

Day 8: Thor - Size Difference (08-10-2021)

Day 9: Loki - Mommy Kink (09-10-2021)

Day 10: Erik Killmonger - Choking (10-10-2021)

Day 11: Ransom Drysdale - Spitting (11-10-2021)

Day 12: Bucky Barnes - Mafia AU - Mirror Kink

Day 13: Natasha Romanoff - Spanking

Day 14: Stucky - Mafia AU - Degradation

Day 15: Natasha Romanoff - Spectrophilia

Day 16: Bucky Barnes - Biker AU - Toys

Day 17: Loki - CEO AU - Face Fucking

Day 18: Wanda Maximoff - Roommate AU - Praise Kink

Day 19: Carol Danvers - Squirting

Day 20: Steve Rogers - DBF AU - Pussy Slapping

Day 21: Tony Stark - ABO

Day 22: Yelena Belova - Titty Sucking

Day 23: Lee Bodecker - Breeding

Day 24: Pietro Maximoff - College/BFB/Innocent AU - Overstimulation

Day 25: Bucky Barnes - ABO

Day 26: Natasha Romanoff - Brat Tamer

Day 27: Tony Stark - DBF - Praise Kink

Day 28: Bucky Barnes - Baker AU - Pussy Eating

Day 29: Bruce Banner - Edging

Day 30: Stucky - Mafia AU - Voyeurism

Day 31: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff - Overstimulation

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multific · 3 years

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Marvel Collection

Bucky Barnes

Carol Denvers

Preferences

Couple Items

Impersonation

Dr Stephen Strange

Boyfriend

Crash (Part 2)

Serious

Sharp

Toxic (Sinister Strange)

Another Reality (Pt.2)

Headcanons

Pregnant

Pregnancy

Fixing his mistake

Preferences

Impersonation

Crying

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Moon Knight /Steven Grant/ Marc Spector

M’Baku

Peter Parker

Sunshine

The Fall

The Catch (part 2 of The Fall)

Yacht

Forgotten Birthday

Spider-Woman AU!

Little By Little College!AU

Forget Me Not

Multiverse (Garfield!Spider-Man)

Take a Chance on Me (Garfield!Spider-Man)

Headcanons:

Back from the ashes

Arachnophobic

Preferences

Christmas Gift

Impersonation

Crying

Peter Quill

Ella

Sam Wilson

Told You So

My Captain America

Only The Beginning

Picture Perfect

Lucky Woman

Steve Rogers

T’challa

Thanos

Love is The Engine That Moves The World

Thor

From Y/N With Love

Servant

Blessed (Mob!AU)

Headcanons:

Thunder and Lightning

Short and Insecure

Lost Eye

Living

Jealous

Pregnancy

Preferences

Couple Items

Impersonation

Tony Stark

Eddie Brock

Romantic

The Worst Weekend

Your Heroes

Preferences

Impersonation

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Something New

Helmut Zemo

If He doesn’t Scare You, No Evil Thing Will (Cruella AU)

K'uk'ulkan/Namor

Perfect Match

Second Chance

The Same Mistake

First Meeting

Never Change

Call You Amor

Attuma

What Lies Below

Wolverine

Lucien Crown

Him as your Sugar Daddy - Headcanons

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pantherandtheseagod · 1 year

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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tastingmellow · 5 years

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How about CollegeBoi!Erik !? ❤

A/N: Not fully sure if you wanted angsts, funny, sweet, etc. but I’ll just do what I was thinking of!

‘Late, fucking late again!’

You scolded yourself in your mind, running to your current class. You had been up studying extensively for a test that was at least a month away. Better safe than sorry, right? Right, unless it causes you to miss one of the most important classes applying to your major.

Your train of thought was shattered after quite literally running into what you thought was a wall, sending you flying onto your back. You groaned, the wind being knocked out of you a bit as you rolled over. You gasped lightly, finally catching your breath as you looked up.

Noticing it was an actual person you hugged as he smirked, pulling up his pants. “You good, ma?” He spoke, squatting down as you rolled your eyes and gathered yourself. “Nigga, fuck you. Do I look like I’m okay? You big bodied ass nigga couldn’t move out the way when you saw me running? You just stood there and waited?”

He laughed, loudly as you stood to your feet, him doing the same. “My bad, you just kinda cute when you mad.” You looked at him, tilting your head. ‘Nigga, really?’ was silently plastered over your face before you rolled your eyes and shoving past him while muttering, “Asshole.”

The mystery man smiles after you. “See you later, Princess.” You scoffed as you picked up your pace and making your way to your class.

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Today wasn’t all bad, luckily it was your first time late so you got a warning. In all honesty, you should’ve just skipped the class. Especially since you had work right afterwards, but it was worth it.

Right now, in place of an internship that was currently processing you, you were working at a local, family owned barbecue. It was really just a random find. You ate here once and asked the waiter about the treatment and payment. They said it was all amazing so why not apply?

You were about 3 hours into your shift, serving customers. Most of them were friendly and left good tips, others...well, maybe they had a bad day? The sound of the bell above the door and multiple semi-loud and deep voices coming from the area. The hostess seated them and notified you that they were seating in your section.

You nodded and served a few other customers before making your way to them. “Good evening, I’m Y/N and I’ll be you server for today. Can I start you off with something to drink?” You finally looked up, examining the faces. They were guys, as you assumed and were cute, as well as unfamiliar. Except one.

You smile faltered slightly as you turned to take his drink. “And you, sir?” He smirks, eyeing you before just giving you a simple, “I’ll take a sweet tea.” You nodded and made your way back to the kitchen, rubbing your face.

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You, a few workers, and a few customers, including mystery man and his friends. You finished cleaning a few tables and made your way back behind the register. A card and a receipt being set on the counter caught your attention and you met the eyes of Mr. Mystery Man. You quickly swiped his card and handed it back to him. “Have a nice day.”

You give him a fake smile and he leans closer. “You not even gonna say hey to me?” You rolled your eyes and chuckling incredulously, shaking your head. “Hey, Asshole. Have a nice day.” You smile and begin to walk away and he follows after you. “Look, I’m sorry that I’d didn’t move out your way when I saw you coming. I just...thought you were cute. And if you ran into me then you’d have a reason to speak to ya boy.”

You looke back at him, crossing your arms. “You could’ve just stopped and had a conversation with me.” Now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. “From the way you were rushing, you would’ve slapped the shit out of me if I stopped you.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re right...so what now?” You looked at each other before he shrugged. “Now? I ask you for your number and you think about it for like...10 seconds then give it to me.” He smiles broadly, showing off his grills.

You laughed again, and shrugged. “You gotta ask me first.” He took a step closer and tilted his head. “Can I, a lowly, unworthy but hopeful gentleman, have the number of such a beautiful...leader of a woman such as yourself?” He smiled at you and as you laughed harder, slightly pushing him before holding out your hand.

He gives you his phone and you enter your number under the name “Yet to Come”. You hand it back to him and he holds out his hand. “I’m Erik.”

“I’m Y/N. But I rather call you Asshole.” She smiles and lets go of his head as he backs out the door, biting his lip before making his way to his car. He waves at you one last time before pulling off.

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yerrrabitch · 4 years

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A Ride Home

Y/N - Your Name

Y/B/N - Your Boyfriend’s Name

Y/UNI/N - Your University Name

Y/M - Your Major

C/Y - Current Year

It was a normal night. Well as normal as it could be. You and your boyfriend had a fight earlier in the car because your shirt hung “too low”. It wasn’t your fault that your breast spilled out of your shirt the way they did. However, Y/B/N hated that. He actually hated every time you wore clothes that showed any skin. It was suffocating. You compromised and wore his alumni sweater.

“Y/N!” a blonde from your 8AM yelled, ”Come dance with me!”

You put your red cup down and took her up on her offer. It wasn’t like you were doing anything but brooding anyway. Y/B/N had went into the house with some friends and you were in the backyard waiting. You hated this part. You’d come out with him every weekend to appease him. Truth was your feet, back and head hurt and you craved nothing more than your bed and the feeling of your fan blowing against your cheeks in the moonlight. But, like every weekend Y/B/N would make you feel bad for wanting rest. You went to school full time and worked part time at a local diner so that you could afford to stay in your apartment. He had graduated during your sophomore year and was living his best life while owning his own bar.

It wasn't like you hated being out; you were just tired. He didn't understand that. Despite hating your hours and your dedication to work and school, he never offered to help with your bills or spend the night in. It’s not like you’d accept anyway but, the thought that he would consider would’ve been nice.

“Y/N!”, she yelled while latching on to your arm. She had grown tired of waiting for you to come to her. She threw her head back and laughed as she grinded on you to the beat of a popular pop song. You could smell the alcohol on her breath and began to laugh. This was actually fun. You two began to dance together more provocatively and you hated being out less.

Two songs later and you needed a break. You both decided to get something to eat inside. You took off the sweater and put it on the counter. The house owner, Ralph, had laid out all kinds of cheap food. You gravitated towards the fruit while she dove at the pizza. You looked at your phone and saw it was 12:08 AM.

You had to be at work at 7 AM.

Y/B/N knew this and was still doing God knows what in the house. Irritation set in and you immediately felt your mood sour. You considered ordering an UBER and going home on your own. No. He brought me here, he needs to bring me home.

You called his phone twice and then sent him a text message.

Y/N: Hey, it’s late and I have work tomorrow.

Seen 12:15 AM

“You good, ma?” A tall man asked.

You didn't recognize him. He must be from out of town.

“I’m fine, thank you”

“You don't look fine.” He said eyeing you and the way you shifted from one foot to the other, “you need a fix or sum?”

You couldn't help the laughter that shot out of your mouth and filled the kitchen. He cracked a wide smile at you. He’s fine.

“No, I’m actually waiting for someone to come downstairs. I need to leave.”

“Who?” He asked raising an eyebrow, while leaning against the table and staring into your eyes.

“My boyfriend.” You deadpanned

“Yikes.”

“What?”

“If I was your boyfriend, I would've never left you alone.”

There’s no reason he shouldn't be answering his phone. Let me see where he is. You moved around the table and the man in front of you to find Y/B/N.

“Ma, let me take you home”

You stared at him for a minute.

“I need to find my boyfriend.” You said, putting an emphasis on the boyfriend part.

“If he’s in this house, right now. You’re single.”

You stop in your tracks and you feel tears well up in your soft, brown eyes. It had to be the liquor, you aren't sensitive.

“Excuse me”, your voice completely icy and your hands shaky. The blonde grabbed her pizza and went back outside, glad to escape whatever was happening in there.

“They're up there playing a stripping game. When I left nobody had pants on so if he's there now I can't imagine.”

You turned on your heel and flew up the stairs and followed the sound of the crappy 2008 hits into a game room. There he was, sprawled out beneath a girl while she sucked on his left nipple. You cleared your throat and everyone in the room paused, knowing who you were.

He opened his eyes after a second and jumped up in realization. His face morphed from fright to anger.

“Where’s the sweater?”

The nerve and audacity of this man. You caught him with a bitch sucking on his tiddy and he had the balls to ask you about what you were wearing? You started to laugh. You were borderline hysterical at this point.

“Die.”

You turn back around and go down the stairs opening your phone. You could handle that in the morning but, right now you needed to go home and go to sleep.

You sighed loudly and pulled your hair up into a bun. You didn't care that it'd have to stay like that until next wash day. You were overheating and irritated.

A low whistle broke you out of your blank stare into the street. You looked up and it was the man from the kitchen.

“Are you okay?” He asked, while sitting next to you on the steps.

“I will be. Once I get home and shower this off of me.”

“I can take you if you want.”

“It’s ok. I don't want to bother-”

“I offered. It’s not a bother if I offer.”

You eyed him weirdly. Why did this man have an interest in you?

“Ok but, windows have to be down the whole way there and you have to drive with one hand out the window” You stated firmly.

He chuckled.

“Ok shorty. I’ll do whatever you say”

*******

He drove a C/Y Acura with red interior. The car was well kept; it still smelled like a new car. You stared at the inside, instantly falling in love with the car and the way it felt.

“It’s just a car.” Your eyes snapped to his, warmth spreading across your neck.

“Sorry, it’s beautiful though”

“It was a gift.” He said while checking his shoulder and pulling away from the curb. A gift? Who’s he friends with? “From my aunt and cousin.”

“Cool. Usually I get books or dinners.” He cracked a smile.

“They’re overcompensating. They weren't around when they could've been.” He stopped at a light. The red illuminated his face and made his teeth look even whiter, if possible. You noticed for the first time that he had gold bottoms in. His long eyelashes brushed against his brown cheek as he cut his eye at you to gauge your reaction.

“Shorty.”

“Yes,” you said blinking out of your trance. He was delicious.

“I asked you which way”, he said smirking at you. He knew that you liked what you saw.

“Keep going straight.” You turned to the road, you wanted to keep an eye on your surroundings not only him.

“So why’re you in a rush to get home?”

“I have to work in a few hours.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. An action that turned you on more.

“You knew you had to work and you still came out? You’re wild.”

“I thought I would have left hours ago to be honest. Y/B/N and I got into a fight and I was distracting myself downstairs.”

“I saw you at like 9. You were nursing one cup man.” You felt stupid. You should've left after the argument. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have came.

“Did I ask you?”

“Look, it is what it is. I’m just saying I don't think you came here for you.”

He was right. Your entire relationship with Y/B/N wasn't for you. It started off to appease him and stop his antics. He had been following you around campus trying to get your number for weeks after spotting you in the cafe. You stayed with him because you found comfort in routine. Fuck him. You were tired.

“That doesn't matter.” You said closing the issue off from him.

“Ok. So tell me about something that does”

“Huh?”

“Tell me about yourself.” You left out a small laugh. He wanted to get to know you right after you walked in on God knows what with your ex.

“I just walked in on my ex cheating on me. Man let me be single for a second.”

“All I asked was for an introduction.” He cut his eye at you. You felt bad. All he wanted was conversation and you assumed he wanted you. I’m such a bitch.

“I’m a senior at Y/UNI/N and I am a Y/M.” You said quietly.

“All you do is study? I go there too.”

“I’ve never seen you around.”

“You’re too busy trying to help the world,” He smiled. “It’s admirable though.”

“Not the whole world. Only the brown part.”

He let out a earthquaking laugh that warmed every fiber of your being.

“I respect that. But, why?”

“I grew up with only my mom around. And I saw how it was for her, a single women, to help feed and raise my sister and I. Turn right at this light. I want to help women like that get the tools they need to succeed. It shouldn't be that hard to live a basic life.” You reminisced about all the late nights and early mornings your mom had just to make sure you kept food on the table. “I’m trying to get an internship with this youth outreach program this summer so I can get more roots in the area.”

“I can get you an internship but, it won't be around here”

You stared at him like he had three heads while he passed your street. You quickly told him to take the other way to your apartment to avoid the embarrassment.

“What do you mean?”

“My cousin built this outreach center in Oakland. I work there when I’m not in school so I can help my community. If you want I can connect y’all.”

You damn near jumped into this mans lap.

“Of course I want to! Thank you so much!”

“I’m gonna need your number then, sweetheart.”

He pulled into a parking space in front of your building and passed you his phone. You saved yourself and handed it back to him.

“What about you?”

“I want to help black people worldwide loosen the chains of their white oppressors.”

“Any progress?”

“I’m actually making a lot in Oakland right now. I think it’s important to help each other and lean less on the white man and his government. Only then can we truly break free from them.” His eyes were fiery as he explained his goal. His passion oozed out of him and captivated you.

“That sounds like a few generation long project.” You mused. You wanted to help.

“That’s fine. As long as I help my people. I don't care how long it takes.”

You wished you had met him instead of Y/B/N. This man had humor, looks, and layers and you'd just met him. All Y/B/N had was a strong name.

“You're passionate about this.”

“You should understand.”

“I do.” You looked at his arm still hanging out of the window. “Sorry about that. I just have to make sure you won't kidnap me.”

“Girl, if I wanted to kidnap you a few windows and an arm out the window wouldn't have stopped me.”

“Sir. Please.” You laughed.

“You should buy a taser. Those are more effective.”

“I’ll think about it.” You said while opening the door and climbing out.

“I could've gotten that for you.”

“After all you've done for me tonight?” You shook your head, “Thank you for the ride...” You didn't know this mans name.

“So this is dumb but, what’s your name?”

“Erik. What’s yours, bright eyes”

“Y/N.”

“Well go inside Y/N. You need rest.” He pointed at the clock in his car. It read 1:45 AM. Damn. You would've traded anything to keep talking to him. “Don’t make that face. I know you’ll miss me but, don't worry you'll see me soon enough.”

#erik x reader #erik stevens #black panther #erik killmonger #erik kilmonger x reader #college au

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