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phenomenal1500 · 2 years

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Masterlist Marvel

Smut: 🔥

Angst: 🌪

Fluff: 💕

Halloween: ☠️

Not Categorised: 🌍

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Under The Influence (Fan Fic) 🔥🌪💕

‘I’m meant to serve you…. that’s my job, my purpose, my faith.’

Life has never been favorable for Venery 'Ven’ Gold, the private adviser of the Wakandan King T'Challa. From an early age she didn’t belong anywhere, especially not after 'the incident’ that left her skin as colorless as the snow with golden cracks and her eyes as gold as the bright morning sunlight.

The damaged woman had always called it a curse, a damned curse that made her even more different from the world and caused her to be ignored or abused by people everywhere she went until her life was saved and she was brought to Wakanda.

She was given a second chance in the peaceful country, a job, a life…. a life without fear where she could be herself, but what happens when one simple man ruins her whole life again and she has to pledge her loyalty to him?

Toxic Love (Fan Fic) 🔥

‘There are devilish thoughts even in the most angelic minds.'

Delaney Delcour, an infamous mobster’s daughter, has always been isolated from the outside world. Danger and threats lurked from the shadows everywhere and after the loss of her mother, her father surrounded her with his bodyguards to protect her…. her privacy completely shattered by her father’s fear of losing her, but what would happen if the woman decides to sneak around at her father’s business party and accidentally comes into contact with something that someone could never protect her from, not even her father? Something way worse than the dangers and threats her father had warned her about when she was little….

Roommates (One Shot) 🔥

Kira and Erik have been mixed-gender roommates at the MIT for almost a year now and it seems they both have some bottled up emotions they have to let go off.

Revival (One Shot) 🌍

The Marvel villains are being brought back to life by an unknown power, Erik Killmonger and the reader being one of them.

The Broken Soul (One Shot) 🌪

T'Challa tries to convince Erik to let him help him heal the wound caused at the end battle.

Done Joking Around? (One Shot) 🌍

Erik was saved and now helps Shuri through her journey in being the black panther.

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The Broken Soul (One Shot) 🌪

T'Challa tries to convince Erik to let him help him heal the wound caused at the end battle.

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Done Joking Around? (One Shot) 🌍

Erik was saved and now helps Shuri through her journey in being the black panther.

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Halloween Night (One Shot) 💕☠️

Eddie, Venom and the reader decide to celebrate Halloween with just the three of them.

We Are Venom (One Shot) 🔥

Eddie's new girlfriend decides she wants to try things out with both Eddie and Venom, curious how it would feel to be connected with them both.

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No Way Home (One Shot) 💕🌪

After Dr. Strange accidentally opened a portal to the other multiverses, an innocent young woman is brought back to Earth 616, horribly confused and lost.

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Love Kills (One Shot) 🔥💕

Loki falls for a succubus who’s just like him and he can’t stand the fact she needs to sleep with other men to remain immortal so he proves to her he can provide enough for her.

Odin's Bastard (One Shot) 🌍

Loki finds out that after Hela was destroyed, another child of Odin had broken free and wandered around Midgard with no harm in mind whatsoever.

A Steamy Shower (One Shot) 🔥

Loki is caught jerking off in the shower at night by Bucky and helps him.

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The Egyptian Excavation (One Shot) 💕

While Marc is trying to fix a problem Steven caused, he meets a long time friend and crush of Steven along the way who doesn’t know about his DID yet.

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Lickspittle (One Shot) 🌍

The reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent and is needed for a mission with Natasha and Steve where things tend to start getting real honest, learning that they both have a huge crush on the reader.

The Hydra Runaway (One Shot) 💕🌪

Reader ran away from Hydra and was 'adopted' into the avenger tower by Steve, getting a close father-daughter relationship with Bucky.

Fake Fever Ain’t That Bad (One Shot) 🌍

Thor is supposed to punish Peter after he did something wrong on a mission, but doesn't actually want to.

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The Hydra Runaway (One Shot) 💕🌪

Reader ran away from Hydra and was 'adopted' into the avenger tower by Steve, getting a close father-daughter relationship with Bucky.

A Steamy Shower (One Shot) 🔥

Loki is caught jerking off in the shower at night by Bucky and helps him.

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Birds & The Bees (One Shot) 🌍

Aunt May asked Tony to teach Peter about puberty/birds and the bees, knowing that Tony is a hands-on teacher.

Punish Like Odin (One Shot) 🌍

Thor is supposed to punish Peter after he did something wrong on a mission, but doesn't actually want to.

Fake Fever Ain’t That Bad (One Shot) 🌍

The Avengers hate getting sick because Steve turns full on mother mode and takes care of them. Peter wants to see it for himself.

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Birds & The Bees (One Shot) 🌍

Aunt May asked Tony to teach Peter about puberty/birds and the bees, knowing that Tony is a hands-on teacher.

Overworked (One Shot) 🔥

Tony can't sleep because of extreme stress so Thor helps him out.

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I Feel At Home With You (One Shot) 🌪

Reader and Natasha used to be very good friends, but turns out, the reader has been brainwashed by Dreykov to return the Red Dust. Natasha tries to cure you.

Lickspittle (One Shot) 🌍

The reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent and is needed for a mission with Natasha and Steve where things tend to start getting real honest, learning that they both have a huge crush on the reader.

One Year Anniversary (One Shot) 💕

Natasha and the reader are traveling the world for their anniversary.

From Outer Space (One Shot) 🌪

Reader is not from Earth, but ends up there when she has to fight back for her family’s throne. She is trying to keep her origin a secret though because her family and story is a well known legend and no one would believe her anyway. However, Natasha does and tells her it’s okay to tell her the truth.

Experiences With A God (One Shot) 🔥

Natasha is send to retrieve information about Jane's former life with a god, but Jane isn't going to talk so soon.

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Let Me Help You (One Shot) 🌪🔥

Thor still seems to struggle with depression right after the Endgame ends and the reader decides to pay him a visit.

Punish Like Odin (One Shot) 🌍

Thor is supposed to punish Peter after he did something wrong on a mission, but doesn't actually want to.

Mjolnir’s Bet (One Shot) 🔥

Pietro bets he can lift Mjolnir, but loses and has to give Thor whatever he wants.

Overworked (One Shot) 🔥

Tony can't sleep because of extreme stress so Thor helps him out.

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A New Recruit (One Shot) 🌍

Hela is recruited by the Avengers and the reader’s job is to keep her under control.

Goddess Of Death (One Shot) 🌪

Hela’s married partner learns about the death of their loved one and goes after the ones who were responsible, avenging hela’s death at any cost.

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Quill’s Porn Stash (One Shot) 🔥

Drax manages to find Quill’s porn stash and is very straight forward about trying it out with the reader.

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Experiences With A God (One Shot) 🔥

Natasha is send to retrieve information about Jane's former life with a god, but Jane isn't going to talk so soon.

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Mjolnir’s Bet (One Shot) 🔥

Pietro bets he can lift Mjolnir, but loses and has to give Thor whatever he wants.

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Agatha All Along (One Shot) 🔥

Wanda and Agatha have some fun in the kitchen~.

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Agatha All Along (One Shot) 🔥

Wanda and Agatha have some fun in the kitchen~.

#masterlist #marvel

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heykillmongerluhme · 5 years

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G H O S T: Onto Me

I N S P O: Haunted x Beyoncé (Listen to if you want to height experience); Also the whole BEYONCÉ album just for a different feel

N O T E: Soo, this is my first Erik Stevens installation and I will probably do many more. I love to write, just period. This is short, it may end up to be something more, I really don’t know. I am just following my Muse Juice lol. Comments, Feedbacks, and any other things please give me! I appreciate it all. Please, enjoy.

W A R N: I am an adult and everything is 21+. I write angst, fluff, and smut. I will try everything to be as real as possible. If there are any deep triggers, it will be stated after this disclaimer. Some chapters may have lyrics, others may not. It will all depend on the chapter.

T R I G G E R: Alcohol; Anxiety

W O R D: 3.1k

G H O S T: Onto Me

I'm climbing up the walls 'cause all the shit I hear is boring. All the shit I do is boring.

“Do you trust me?” the warm breath brushed on her exposed stomach.

Flat in its natural state, it churned to anything but. Soft, rhythmic breathing filled her bedroom as she watched the figure beneath her. Her eyes must have been filled with dark lust because the only thing that she felt was the heaviness on her bottom half. Only a silhouette in her view. She wanted to moan their name but she was interrupted by a sting from a bite.

“Ow..” Soliyah giggled softly, eyes fluttered down to the dominating figure that drove her up the wall. The question still not answered by Soliyah was the reason for her punishment of the love bite against her belly.

“I asked, do you trust me?” the figure questioned along her stomach with a short growl intertwining with their words. Trust receiving the lowest octave. Soliyah’s eyes finally flutter open, but slightly. Her eyes landed on what seemed to be an amber-like hue pair back at her. Breathlessly, she nodded.

“Say it” the eyes growled back to her, consuming her body in their hands. Lips planted on her stomach, hands trailing to her love spot.

Her bottom falling limply as she cried out “I trust..you⎼”

EGH!EGH!EGH!EGH!EGH!

“Hmm..” Soliyah whined as her face plastered in her ivory and periwinkle Egyptian Cotton bedsheet. She wasn’t frustrated because she had to go to her dead-end job, but because this was the 2nd time that she has had that exact dream. It would always stop right there, though. She could never see who the mystery figure who had invaded her dreams for the past 3 weeks. Soli did attend a bachelorette party around that same time, but she couldn’t be that deprived could she? Her brown slit of eyes watched as her iPhone clock changed from 6:55 AM to 6:56 AM. Planning for her day ahead she managed to swing her relaxed thighs from under the covers.

Soliyah was always curious as to why that quote-on quote wet dream, felt more like a real-life simulation. She made a note to herself that only two glasses of wine should suffice for her daily nightcaps after work. The 27-year-old, Soliyah Burnett was fortunate enough to become an adjunct professor for Charles R. Drew University of Medicine and Science. She was looking forward to a promotion to become a permanent professor. Also, she is waiting to be placed with a hospital for her residency.

She did not always want to be a doctor, it sort of just became her destiny. Soli, as everyone would call her, always knew that her job was always going to be to heal people. Though she would like to become a permanent professor, she wanted to be a doctor more. Her thoughts of her future - the one she would have daily - clouded her mind before she became alerted of a Facetime call from her long-time friend, Nala. Yes, like The Lion King. Let’s just say, moms was obsessed. She flicked the excess water from her fingers from the sink, sliding the call waiting to the right.

“Yuurp” she bellowed through brushed gums.

“Ew, girl answer the phone like a regular person” a wrinkle formed over Nala’s nose as a goofy glance of disdain fell. “Good Morning!!” her words changed to her frequently up-so-happy attitude.

“You are too loud this morning, I don’t be gettin’ it” Soli mumbled before spitting out the froth of the minty toothpaste into the sink of running water. It was true, Nala was definitely a morning person and it didn’t help that they worked at the same place. Matter of fact, Nala put in a good word for her, seeing as though that she is on the Board of Directors at the school.

“How can you not be up in the morning? When you have your own practice, and you will” she affirmed to her always doubting friend “You gon’ have to be gettin’ that ass up around, like, 4:00 AM at least”

Her eyebrows raised as the echo of the ridiculous time ranged in Soli apartment bathroom. “L-O-L” she actually spelled out, she was corny like that sometimes. “You are funny, I’ma see how I can finesse that to be ‘Nah’”.

With her laidback slur that ran from her bewitching face, one would be confused. A delicate woman that looks like she, but had the heart and brute strength of confident language. You would not know that she was a professor to over 400 students - not simultaneously - and may obtain her residency at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. Everything was going to be set.

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“Tonight’s the big night!” Nala cheered through the speakers of Soliyah’s Onyx 2018 BMW 6 Series Gran Turismo. She let out a sigh that was becoming well needed by the hour. Tonight she was going to find out where she was going to be placed. It was Sinai or nothing else, it was going to be that.

“Yeees, I am so nervous” she confessed to her best friend. They were those type of friends, talked on the way to work and at work and on the way home. They practically grew up attached at the umbilical cord. Unbeknownst to the mothers, they delivered them both at the hospital a day apart and turned out to be new neighbors to one another, as both families were of newlyweds. Small world would be an understatement. Soliyah never questioned the universe and its decisions, but she always was thankful.

“Don’t be, after work we are going out to find out this information. Cannot have the repeat of acceptance of Doctrine night, mm mm” Nala’s head shook as if Soli could see before they both let out a peal of uniformed laughter.

Her eyes focusing in on her designated parking spot as her lip tucked beneath her teeth, she parked in her spot. “I’ma see you inside” she confirmed with her waiting friend as they said their ‘Okay’s’ before hanging up. Soliyah opened up her front face camera on her phone to do any last-minute checks of her appearance before facing the day. She fluffed her blowout before feeling a heavy, energy-sucking feeling from behind. She definitely felt eyes on her, snapping her head back around to her backseat she looked for what could be a perpetrator. Adrenaline running down quickly as she saw nothing, she snorted at herself for even thinking that anyone would be able to get into the back of her car without notice.

Shaking off the level of spook that she felt, Soli, retrieve her well needed essentially for this 8:00 AM Tuesday morning. Laptop, Tea, Phone, and Lesson Plans. The list is checked off, she made her way up the walkway as some students she was familiar with gave small greetings. A hard tingle went over her ass running up her back. There it was again and this time goosebumps decorated the nape of her neck. Trying, now, not to look paranoid she turned around quickly, but not to alert anyone as she looked for any person who may look strange or who is just having a hard time not staring at her ass. Again, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

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“Okay, you gave me two old historical natural medicines that have helped the human race. Does anyone know of the other?” Soli’s eyes danced across the confused students' faces. She wasn’t disappointed that they didn’t know the answer, quite frankly she was surprised that the class was able to muster up two answers. This class was a drag to the student, imagine how Soli felt teaching and trying to make it fun. Her eyes scanned against the auditorium filled the room as she saw a hand from the way in the back raise. She couldn’t see their face but the gleam of what seemed to be their gold watch shone like an SOS light enough for her to see.

“Yes?” she inquired while calling on them, some eyes turning, some eyes focused on Ms. Soli as the students like to call her.

“Marijuana” the student answered truthfully as the class erupted into laughter. Some ‘Oo’s’ and name-calling rounded up the room. Soli laughed at the reaction of the students, knowing that the joke was on them. Hearing the fade of the class settling down, Soli projected “He is not completely off, it was not specifically Marijuana but the chemical named ‘CBD’ aka Cannabidiol. So, thank you for that”

“What about Vibranium? That’s been around for thousands of years and it’s mined naturally, IN Africa? We don’t talk about that” a female’s voice crowded the room as others asked confused about what Vibranium and its purpose. Others agreed with the protesting young woman. Soli had minimal knowledge to other forms of resources other than Western ones, she sort of felt like an airhead for the brief moment. However, she was never the type of person to say she knows something when that is furthest from the truth.

“Honestly, Chey, I have no clue. They don’t have it in the curriculum and that sucks.” Soli's throat began to create a dry patch as she spoke in her truth, something she often did in front of her students “Myself included, I do not know too much about the resource and its effects. I would love to become educated by anyone who has the information, privately, of course, can’t be disrupting my class” laughter erupted through the class before quieting down just as quickly the wave came

“But” she continued “I will try my best for us to incorporate more history of us and our people and their contribution to medicine more often. Please bring in your information”

“Aye! You a real one, Ms. Soli” one her comedic students bellowed out in the classroom and others agreed with their laughter.

“Don’t gas me” she laughed along with the student, looking to the clock seeing that the class still had 20 minutes worth of lecture left. “Aight, aight settle down. Now, what is the purpose of each of the three medicines?” her commanded attention on the class reigned as hands shot up waiting to be chosen.

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“Soliyah! Hurry up before all the good seats are gone!” Nala squeaked in the low-breeze of the California wind.

“Waddaminute child!” Soli beckoned back as she ran across the semi-busy street from her parallel parked car. “Tryna get me smooshed out here” she breathed out a chuckle, half from catching her breath and the other half from being caught off guard from the wind that hit her. “Come on” she shooed her friend inside to the lounge.

This was definitely Soliyah’s kind of scene. Quaint but enough individuals in the vicinity to capture a story or two. The lights dim and powdered like as the hue of black and brown furniture decorated the place. Sounds of the long loc’d fellow, spit out his spoken word through the worn brown leather book. She smiled to herself and to Nala as her best friend truly knew her. If she was to find out if she got into Sinai or not, she would have wanted to celebrate (or wallow) in a place like this.

Once they found their seats, the night started to drift on pretty quickly. However, to Soli, it seemed that every millisecond within the 60 seconds was dragging. She wanted to rip the band-aid off but she couldn’t find the strength to even peek at her phone.

“I’m going to do it for you if you don’t open up that damn phone” a tortilla chip bounced in Nala’s open mouth as she spoke once more, picking up another chip “It’s way past 6 o’clock, they have sent it. You got into Sinai and we are going to turn up. So, let’s get it!”

Half wanting to kick her under the table and half wanted to thank her for getting her out her thoughts, she picked up her phone slowly off the table and waited for the Face ID to recognize her. Her trembling thumb danced to her email icon, keeping breath in she searched through pointless emails only looking for the one that stated “Congratulations! You have been Placed!”.

Behold as she manifests it, there the subject was staring at her. This was it, her residency at one of the most popular hospitals in this area was all she wanted once she started her program at UCLA. Pressing the button, she read the letter stating her congratulations but a frown quickly found her lips as she read what could be some of the grammatical error. Or Los Angeles and Oakland look a lot alike in the dictionary.

“What does it say? What’s it say?!” Nala eagerness broke Soli from her dumbfounded look. If anyone told her that her face could stay like that if she made it, she would just keep it for the rest of her life. Not speaking quick enough, Nala snatched the phone sighing out, rolled eyes to follow at her apprehensive best friend. Soliyah looked up her almond-colored friend as she read through the email with a wide-spread smile then just like clockwork, down to frown.

“Oakland?” she questioned

“Oakland,” Soli answered, unenthusiastically to add.

“I mean...at least you got placed?” her friends' natural switch to optimism charged up but Soli sour mood climbed it down with a single look.

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“An-nd you want to know what else?” Soliyah was completed drained at this point, three shots of Henny in and a Long Island. It was almost time for her to go home. Soli was not much of hard liquor drinker but she felt that need for the occasion.

“Listenn..” an internal burp bumped into her chest as her glossy brown orbs watched Nala. Nala had stopped a drink and a half ago, knowing that her friend needed this moment. “It’s not that I don’t like Oakland, my fuckin’ family is from there!” her volume raising an octave causing Nala’s eyes to fly open after they sleezed overhearing the story of how she put herself through all schools, she made it out of her neighborhood, and being the youngest to do what she is doing in her social and work circle.

“It’s just that I l-left” she pointed to the right indication moving forward “so that I don’t have to go back” her fingers fling opposite direction almost spilling her drink “until I had my own practice, learning fromm these wealthy ass people over here! Infiltrate and then invest in our community!” Soli began to channel her inner Chey.

“Alright, Angela Davis, I think that we had enough for the night. So much for no repeats” Nala said more to herself but Soli caught the joke and bellowed out a burst of laughter, though it was a bit more extra needed than the statement.

“I will be right back” Nala got the idea of grabbing napkins and speaking to the bartender about having plastic bags and water, they were going to need it. But, before Nala could depart from Soli, like lightening her left fingertips wrapped around her medium wrist “Waait, no no, don’t go. I’ve been feeling like some has been watching me like just been watching me” she repeated to her friend before the fear didn’t resonate with her but with liquor being her catalyst. The real emotions were surfacing.

Nala’s eyebrows knitted together watching her frantic friend, watching as her face is flushing colors of red and green indicating that they needed to go home right away. So, to oblige and get out of there quicker, she nodded in hopes to have Soli follow “Okay, baby, and if he comes around here we gon’ fuck ‘em up okay?” her mother like tone soothed Soliyah at best for right now.

“Okay,” she mimicked before sitting back and watch her friend disappear into what was the growing crowd. Her eyes scanned the bar as she tried her best to maintain her composure in this public establishment. She definitely went over her limit and was using a sick day the next day, it was needed. She felt that feeling again. Someone was watching her and she was trying to raise up to notice the creep but only did it with her eyes. Peeking through her small fingers, her eyes lashed tickled inside her palms searching for whatever stranger was staring at her.

Then, an instant lock or connect had formed. Sober or intoxicated, Soli had never felt another like it before. It was like when you knew that you were in the right place, at the right time, with the right person. Eager now, her eyes shot up to now catch this culprit she has been playing with what felt like all day.

Maybe it’s all in my head? She thought foolishly to herself, she knew someone was watching her. The next 3 seconds felt like a lifetime as in the search for what she thought the culprit would look like, her eyes passed a stranger that her brain made sure to mentally to take a snapshot of. The figure stood still by himself with the crowd around him, eyes set on Soliyah and only her. The familiar amber-hue she sought after the first dream came into view. Her body froze but the heart was hot as the California week with no rain or sign of a cloud. Mind you, this was all in a matter of 3 seconds.

She thought of how when you look around and other people look around too, you catch each other’s gaze. This shit wasn’t like that for real, it was like the figure was waiting for her eyes to meet his. Sobered up slightly, scared to scanned her 180 degrees way back, she did it despite the fear of the man still staring at her. Remember, this was a matter of 3 seconds of how long their eyes met. Disappointed that the figure that once stood out to her in the crowd was now gone.

“What’s wrong with you?’ Nala appeared looking in the direction that Soliyah had her eyes set on before looking to her. Soli didn’t notice the apparent frown that crowded her face as she stared that the very spot sacred like he was going to magically appear back.

Eyes drawing from the spot, she faced her friend “Nothing, I think it is time for me to go” the rummage in her stomach signaling on cue.

“Ya think?” Nala laughed as she grabbed her drunken friend, leading her to her car, being the designated driver for the there 5-minute ride home.

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I hope you guys like this! Sorry if this was so slow but I really just wanted to set the scene and the tone for you guys! I hope that this story can go far, I may want to be short but it’s really long. Idk, just going to keep writing. Cause the ideas chile! But anyways, please read and review! I would love it!

- KD

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tastingmellow · 5 years

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It is Done!

The Erik smut is finished! I’m just gonna revise it and get rid of as many mistakes as I can! This is my first full smut so I hope you guys enjoy it when it’s posted! If you would like to be added please let me know!

Erik Smut Coming at 11:30 pm EST (New York Time Zone)

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melodyofmbaku · 4 years

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In Between The Lines (Teaser) Erik Stevens x OC

I am writing again. I’m really proud that I’ve got a scene down for this new series. Lmk what you think.

Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Angst (?)

Word Count: idk, short.

She slipped her fingers under his shirt distractedly. The light from the TV danced across her face.

Erik couldn’t hear anything. The moment she settled her head onto his shoulder and crawled into his lap he was finished.

Erik’s abdominal muscles tightened sharply at her ministrations.

Her slender digits fingered idly at the keloids that littered his chest.

Up and down.

Her index finger trailed between the rows of self inflicted wounds that marred his skin.

How was it possible for her touch to be so soft?

Her curious strokes transformed into dull scratches against his skin. She liked to feel him.

It took a finger settling in his navel to set him on fire.

He threw his head back and clenched his jaw aggressively.

What the hell was she doing?

The stroking stopped.

Why the hell did she stop?

“Everything okay?” She inquired confused at his sudden movements.

“All good sweetheart.” He breathed.

The idle movements started up again.

Strokes and scratches.

Up and down.

The TV played in the background — she said she liked to see the colours.

In that moment he let himself think —just for a moment — that she was his.

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I will format and add [Read Later] when I get to my computer. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed and excited to hear your assumptions or thoughts for this series. ❤️

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herbrattypsht · 9 months

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Can you do Erik with shy bratty gf or him babying her and being lovey dovey just because she an adorable shy glasses wearing girl ????

A/N:Yes omg i love this idea, also sorry it took me so long to see this😭🤎

His Blind Queen

TW: cussing

You stepped out your shared, putting on your pink silk robe and white fur slides, walking or well stumbling into you and Erik’s shared bedroom.

“Where are my damn glasses!” you yelled out of frustration, seeing ass they were not on the sink where you left them.”Erik!”

After a few moments, Erik appears, you can barely see him thought due to your impaired vision. You stood there with a scowl, arms folded and lip’s pouting.

“Hey mamas what’s up? You done with your shower I see” you can tell he’s trying to not laugh at something which wasn’t helping you in any way.

“Give me my damn glasses boy I know you got em!” You said loudly, sitting down on the bed still upset.”I can’t stand yo dumbass sometimes” you mumble.

“First off loose the that base in your voice and that attitude girl, secondly you can get them glasses back when you say please” he said in a soft but stern voice, grabbing your face to make you look at him.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

“Nuh uh, speak loud mamas, us that tone you was just usin”he said blankly.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back!” You shouted.

You see Erik leave then a few minutes later he comes back, with your glasses in hand as he steps forward to hand them to you.

Seeing as you were still irritated, you snatched them from him and out them on, as you started to apply your body lotion and other skin care.

“Snatch from me again and imma snatch that attitude out you girl” he said loudly, applying a hard smack to your ass as you stood up.

A/N: idk if I like this

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Firsts IV: Oh We Got Beef?

Author’s Note: Megan the Stallion is the shit. Her nasty self has me motivated. Sooo uhhh here’s some smut! It’s a continuation of this series tagged below. Taglist Open! Requests open but no lie I’m slow.

Warnings: Argument, Daddy Kink

Pairings: College!Erik X WOC!Reader,

Requested by Anon: Erik establishing he's daddy in subtle and not so subtle ways until he finally has a convo and claims me in that dom voice is A FANTASY/DREAM KINK

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Erik has a tendency to take over the stereo every time he got in the car. It was cute at first, but this morning all you wanted was to not hear rap music while pushing off a migraine. “Can we not?” You felt the side eye. But he didn’t stop strolling through the music. “What’s up with you this morning?” “Tired of hearing woke music when all I want is a biscuit and some coffee.” You change the song. The soothing beat of Cyanide by Daniel Caesar floods the car and you lean back against the plush leather seats. “So you wanna listen to this sleep ass nigga?” “Don’t.” You try to stop the argument. “Can we just be friends this morning?” “Nah.” He hits the switch on the stereo adjusting in his seat to look at you. “Let’s just talk.” Shit. Here he go. He’d talk and when you voiced your opinion it was a damn problem. “So you like this dude who ain’t shit, smooth as voice stands for anything. But I can’t listen to Chance.” “I could have went to get food myself.” “Not an answer to my question.” “Not everything is about being woke. I like Daniel because he can freaking sing. Case closed.” You roll the window down. “Do you want this damn biscuit or not?” He scoffs, dropped mouth and his eyes narrow at you. “I’m good.” “Cool.” You start the order totally unfazed that he was staring you down. “Can I get one large Caramel Ice coffee and a large hash brown.” “Sure thing, is that all?” The woman was chipper. “Yes maam.” You smirk at Erik who is now in his phone mumbling incoherently at you. The line was long, the awkward time in the car passed by with you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel and singing along merrily. “So you mad?” Erik said placing his phone down. “I am happy as hell.” “Yeah, sure you thing you are.”

Petty fights had started once you two were comfortable. Every now and then you would ignore them but Erik never ignored the pettiness. He dwelled in it. The ride home was filled with Daniel and then 6Lack. So you called it a success walking to your apartment with him in tow. You eat, all while he is engrossed in this damn game system. “You’re not gonna talk?” You sink into the couch next to him, pecking his arms with your lips and then leaning into him. “Nah.” “Why? Mad over a nigga that ain’t did nothing to you.” “I ain’t mad at you. I’m cool. You the one getting loud.” Erik never stopped playing the game. His hands went one hundred miles per hour clicking the keys pissing you off with each damn click. “I’m Gucci.” “Nah.” You mock him. “You so damn ugh,” Your fingers push the top of his head. “You can play yah damn game at home. Bye.” “So you kicking me out?” “You playing the game?” You stand in front of the TV with your arms planted firmly on your hips. The game stops and he looks amused. “You think you run this shit huh?” “This my house. You can go. And you know what, since we being petty take all you shit too! I can watch the damn screen by myself.” Erik laughed. “What the fuck is funny?” Perhaps it was instincts but your eyes blinked at him and you sucked your teeth and before you could think he was up from the couch crowding you. “What!” Usually you backed down from him. His muscled body intimidated you sometimes, but not this time. You didn’t give a damn. Fuck him. “I ain’t scared of you.” “Nah, don’t look like it huh? But I got something for that ass.” “What?” “Say what again.” “Wh-,” his full lips were on yours right as your back was pushed against the wall and his hands were wrapped in your hair. You push back on him and your hand connects with a sting on his cheek. He bites his lip and the look is carnal, you’d gone from girlfriend to prey in five seconds. You raise your hand again and he grips it pulling the other one with it over your head. “You done fucked up now.” “What you gone do!” “Oh, so we got beef?” There were no words as he slung your body over his shoulder as if you were a damn rag doll. Your fists hit his back over and over until you hit the bed. “You talk to yo daddy like that?” “I’ll say whatever the fu-.” His hands crash down on your thighs sending a warm sting down your legs and to your pussy. “Yeah that’s what I thought, shut that shit up. You don’t run this.” He sunk to his knees pulling your thighs to the edge of the bed. It takes all of two seconds to slide the shorts from your body. “No panties, you knew what was up.” His soft lips pepper the kisses up your leg and you push him away. Serves no purpose as he makes his way up to your pussy. His soft lips suck on your clit and the fight is damn near out the window. Your fingers invade his hair, the small dreads intertwined in your fingers as your thighs lock around his head. If this was punishment you needed to hit his ass more often. His tongue delved inside of you and your teeth sink into your lip. He flicked and swirled causing small moans to pulse through you. The sounds alone were enough to nearly get you there. He was eating like you were his last meal. “Fuck Daddy.” His fingers push into your thighs as he pushes your legs back on the bed and you can’t help but roll your hips on his face. He groans, his deep voice rumbling in your inner thigh. he slurped your juices taking anything that was left as he came up for air only to start again. “You like this shit don’t you, you wanna nut?” He whispered, kissing your thighs again before taking another flick at your clit. “Huh?” “Yes.” He lifts up and his three fingers slap down on your clit and the pleasures fades into a deep hum of pain. “Nah, fuck that. Only good girls cum, stand up and bend over?” Your eyes buck as he lifts the shirt over his head and throws it to the ground and then he slides the gym shorts next. Erik was rigid in front of you, his dick throbbed as he started to stroke from hilt to tip. The adrenaline flooded your body, partially arousal but mainly fucking fear. “What you look scared for? Bend that ass over.” “I ain’t scared of you.” “I don’t want you scared. I want an apology.” His hand cups your thighs and then he flips you over. He slaps down on both cheeks and you feel your ass jiggle right before his warm dick slides down the line of your ass to your pussy. There was no denying you were wet for him. “You wanna apologize.” The hilt of him slaps up on your pussy and instinctively you throw yourself back on him coating him with you arousal. “Nah.” You say once agin mocking him from earlier. His head pushes into you and then he steps back falling out of you. “You right, you don’t want this shit.” But you did, you clenched aching for him. You arch your back and he does nothing. “Why you got me in here if you ain’t gone do nothing Erik.” “What’s my name again?’ “You heard me.” “I heard wrong.” Erik’s voice is playful but the way his fingers plunged into you wasn’t so playful. He pushes you face down into the covers and plunges his fingers back into you three more times and then he’s gone and you can hear the foiled paper rattling behind you. “That mouth so reckless here lately.” He spread your lips tapping his cock on your clit a few times and then he pushed into you, flesh to flesh. He was so deep your gasp couldn’t even escape as you headed into the plush pillows. The clapping between the both of you is all you can concentrate on as his hips slam onto yours. “Fuck!” You moaned. Each time he pushed into you, the strangest ping with through your body, as if you were about to explode and he just started. His hands push at the nape of your back and you arch for him. He’s deeper. Pounding against your ass and you feel yourself meeting him with each stroke. “You like this dick don’t you.” Fuck an answer. You thrust on him, longing to keep him deep inside of you. This might have been what you needed anyway, a good fuck. Both his hands grip your ass and he guides you onto his dick. He eager watches himself slide into you deep and then back out like it’s his favorite movie. He’s faster pushing you further up the bed. He falls with you, only his hand is around your neck, gripping you as if you were his anchor. Your moans were muffled but you were still loud enough. Your body grew closer. Your legs shook and eyes rolled as he continued to fuck you. “Every time you talk back this the shit I wanna do to you.” His hand tightened and the air left the room but your body tensed and then exploded. Your vision speckled with spots and your back fell limp, as did your legs. Pleasure waved through you. Erik pushed through your orgasm. His teeth sink into your shoulder and tense again. In one motion he flips you to your side pulling your leg up to go deeper and he’s drilling. Your tits bounce with each pump while your hands grip the sheets trying to find some sanity in the madness of his fucking. It feels as if he fucks you forever as he chases in his own nut. Your body misted in sweat, the sheets drenched with the both of you as he does finish, pulling out of you spilling into the condom. Fights worked in your favor sometimes because he could say whatever he wanted that wasn’t a punishment. You two lay in each other’s arms staring at the white ceiling with heavy breathing. Erik slides from the bed putting on his clothes. “Where are you going?” You smiled. “Home.” He smirked. “Why?” “Oh shit, forgot to tell you. I don’t sleep with people I have beef with, I fuck with you… but not sleep. I’m still not over that nasty ass attitude. I’ll let you think on that shit.” “You can’t leave.” “Take yo game and all yo other shit.” He said mocking you. “I’ll holla.” He turned swinging his shirt over his shoulder. “Call me when you get some act right.”

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princessmisery666 · 5 years

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Marvel Master List

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Kneel For Your King- W/C: 5k. Paring: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Reader. Erik is King and every King needs a Queen. And what better queen than you? You’ve been friends forever but it’s Erik, you know it’s not about love but what’s better; ruling beside him or being ruled by him?

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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No Scrubs Allowed

A/N: I got another one for y’all. So, I was listening to the 90′s R&B/Hip-Hop playlist on Apple Music and “No Scrubs” by TLC came on and that's when I got the idea of writing a one-shot inspired by this very song. This is a one-shot of Erik “Killmonger” Stevens and his boy out and about during the summer when he stops the Black Reader and her friend beside them; he tries to shoot his shot. What will happen? Hmm...

WARNING: Profanity; c*ck blocking and pettiness.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: No Scrubs by TLC

PAIRING: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

July 4th, a hot summer day when Erik was in the passenger seat of a 2020 Fluorescent Yellow Neon Lamborghini Aventador. The inside interior was a glossy leather with a dark oakwood dashboard, banging sound system and red threading on the outer corner of the seats. He looked over his lighter complexion friend who drove 10 and 2. “A, why the fuck you driving like that man”, he asked leaned back in his seat.

“Because this is a nice ass car, man, and I ain’t tryna scratch it the fuck up.” Erik rolled his eyes before scrolling through Instagram. “Bruh, cars come and go, my G.” Aaron looked at his friend with an appalled face and said: “Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this shit was ex-pen-sive. Do you not see this detail. The dashboard was made Italy by delicate hands.” They finally pulled up to a red light when another car pulled up; a 2012 Nissan Altima. Erik looked over to see the driver, a woman with skin like his, long hair and bright colored nails. She was dancing to the Apple’s playlist.

Erik noticed another woman. Chocolate skin with her kinky curls in a low ponytail and a smile on her face watching her friend. Erik tapped Aaron’s arm before leaning out, whistling to get their attention. The driver looked over at him and rolled her window up until her friend smacked her arm to roll it back down. “How y’all ladies doing today? I’m Erik and this is my dude Aaron.” The driver looked at him up and down then at the car; she looked passed Erik then Aaron.

“Hello, Aaron. I’m Kelly and this is Y/N. How you doing” she said as she bit her lip. Aaron was too focus on the road. Erik looked at her face and chuckled until he saw Y/N looking at her. “How you doing, princess”, he asked Y/N and she said “I’m fine. It's just a little hot out here. They smiled at one another and before she can say anything else, Kelly blocked his view. “She is way too good for your freeloading ass. Ya game is weak as fuck and you need to get like ya friend. You broke ass nigga.” She turned up the radio as TLC’s No Scrubs played and sang the words loud enough for him to hear. He was about to tell her off until he noticed Y/N shaking her hand. He looked her as she signaled him to follow to the 7/ll straight ahead with a wink. Erik nodded watching them drive off and tapped Aaron saying “follow them but stay a few cars behind.”

Aaron looked to him chuckling and did as he was told. They followed the girls never being detected until the pulled into the lot. Kelly parked and Y/N got out the car with her phone in hand; they stood and talked for a while. When Erik saw her walk into the front door, he was stunned. She wore a tie-dye body con dress with Vans and her body was nothing like he ever imagined. She was thicker than a bowl oatmeal out the freezer. When Aaron parked beside them, Erik stepped out in his white tee, army cargos, and fresh air force ones with his black diamond watch and his father’s chain. Kelly scoffed and before she can even say anything, he placed his hand a few inches as saying ‘talk to the hand.’

When he walked in, looking for her when he spotted her in the chip aisle. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets. “If I were you, I would get the Limon Lays. The perfect combo of salty and sweet.” Y/N looked up to him grinning before getting the chips. “Good choice.” She began walking when she signaled him to follow. “So, Erik. I just wanted to apologize for Kelly. She can be a huge b-word sometimes”, she said while choosing a watermelon Arizona; he nodded in approval. They began walking to the candy aisle when he said “Nah, don’t trip, little one. I’m used to those types of females. But why you hang around her? You seem sweeter than this whole fucking aisle.”

She giggled and said “that was a good one. See, ya game ain’t weak at all.” He chuckled with his fist to his mouth. “Nah, I’m playing. I knew her since we were younger. She was only the friend I ever had.” Erik looked out to see Kelly flirting with Aaron, touching his chest and all. Y/N watched them too when Erik said: “well, she ain’t ya only friend anymore, Y/N.” She looked up to him to see he was looking at her as well. He touched her arm with his fingertips and said “look, I don’t know her all too well but her heart ain’t in the right place. Kelly ain’t all that special little one”; he wrapped his arm around her neck as they walked around grabbing more snack.

They soon were at the register when Erik put his snacks with hers. “And who said I was paying for yours too”, she asked with an amused look but was being ignored by Erik who was smiling. “Your total is $45.98. Will that be cash, debit or credit”, the cashier asked and before Y/N pulled out her card, Erik said “cash” and pulled out a roll of hundreds out his pocket; Y/N watched as he handed him the money and got his change back. Erik pulled their bag to the side and her hand in his hand softly. She was mentally asking who he was and it was like her read her mind. He looked out and she followed his gaze, smiling and looking down. “So, Y/N. What do you have planned for tonight”, he asked with a smile making her blush even more.

He walked out with their bag in hand and saw how close Kelly was to Aaron at the front of the car. “Aight, A. I need the keys man.” Aaron nodded and passed them into Erik’s hands. Kelly folded her arms and asked, “Aaron, you are really gonna let him borrow your car.” She rolled her eyes when Erik went to the passenger side and received no answer until she heard the door open. “Aye, princess. Did ya get everything ya pretty self wanted” Erik and she raised the bags of Malibu Pineapple Rum, Vodka and Jack Daniels with chasers. “Sure did, E.”

“Damn, you gonna drink all of that,” Erik asked with a chuckle. She walked over to the car to get her small backpack then to him saying “well, you did say I could get anything and everything I wanted. It was all on you, remember.” He shrugged and said, “I am a man of my word.” She stood next to him when Kelly said “lemme get this straight. Aaron, you letting him borrow your car and money. Before Aaron said anything, Erik stopped and said: “Kelly, love do me a favor and read the license plate for us.” Kelly looked at him then to Aaron.

“K. L. L. M. N. G. R”, she read and Erik slowly applauded her; “very good. You can read”. He looked to Y/N and said “now, Y/N. Do me a favor and tell her my nickname. I just love how you say it.” She giggled and in a sweet voice, she said “Killmonger”. He shimmied as he opened the door for her and handing her the bags. “Oweeeee. The way she says it, makes a king feel good.” He looked at Kelly, closed the door and said “Ya see. I had to remove the vowels so that my whole name can fit. I let Aaron drive it because he has never been in one.” He stood in front of her and said: “ya know, with a such a pretty face, you sure do have a shitty ass personality.” He went to Aaron and gave him dap. “Aight, bruh. Get home safe. I know Kelly will give ya a ride.”

Aaron chuckled and Killmonger got in the car, buckling them in and asked Y/N “so, beautiful. What ya got a taste for” as he caressed her chin. She thought about and said “how about pizza? I know the best place in downtown. Waaaay cheesier than you.” Erik started the car and laughed. “Damn, must be cheesy as hell” Y/N smiled as they pulled off, leaving Kelly’s blood boiling, wishing she was Y/N.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never ever judge a book by its cover

WRITER’S NOTE: Thank you for reading. Tomorrow, I will be posting a final part to this and Chapter two of Summertime Magic as well. Please like, reblog and tell me your thoughts.

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sonofnjobu · 5 years

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Announcing the WIP Fic Festival!

Hello, my beautiful Black Panther/Black Women writers! Welcome to the WIP Fic Festival. Find below, works that we’ve had sitting in our queues and drafts. This is their moment to shine. If you enjoy a fic, please reblog and let the writer know in the comments!

“His broad arms snaked around your back and pulled you closer to him as if he wanted to completely consume you.” M’Baku, smut - @sonofnjobu

“When you are, Mr. Duke.” Winston, fluff - @yaachtynoboat711

“Now when I press start, we in the game for real." Yahya Abdul Mateen, smut - @eerythingisshaka

“I know without a doubt... you have ended me.” M’Baku, angst - @wakandan-flowerz

“Take your hands off my son.” - Killmonger, angst - @sonofnjobu

“A roaring chuckle rumbled through the room, but the music's volume had prevented many from hearing it.” - M'Baku, fluff - @terrablaze514

“Easier not to get swallowed by the dragon or to be sullen and vulnerable to the vultures swarming the heavens above. I have given you the only thing I possess the skill to give. 99 times I’ve heard them cry before, you’re tears just make 100.” - Erik Killmonger, fluff - @taint3dvirgin

"Work those fingers. Work your magic. Pump it good… Oh and before I forget, use your tongue again." - Trevante Rhodes/MBJ (imagines - readers can choose who they want), smut - @terrablaze514

“The waitstaff and the chef are in the next room.” “So what?” You kept your rhythm as you kept kissing and licking him on his neck.” MBJ, smut - @bakarilennox

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~Behind The Stories~

The Blood In My Veins [Charles Vane]

This is my longest and very first fan fiction I ever wrote. Watching Black Sails instantly made me fall in love with the story and aesthetic and once I tried to search up stories and fan art, it was quickly noticable the writing and creative side of the fandom was very small and even partly dying. Since I’ve always wanted to write and share my creativity with people across the world, but never had the courage to do it, I finally began writing something. I think the most fun was that I wrote all 65 chapters without anything in mind. All I had created was an OC [Naida Jones] and I just went with what came up in my mind while I was typing it.

Under The Influence [Erik Killmonger]

If I had to choose one of my most passionate and sexual stories, this might just be the one. It’s one of the first fics where I started to experiment with new writing styles and the story was honestly more smut than actual plot at first, but along the way of coming up with the more detailed story I partly changed that.

Iubirea Lui Pierdută [Karl Heisenberg]

This is the only fan fiction I wrote with a solid story in mind from the beginning. I knew how it started and how it was going to end. This story also took me the most research and was the first story I wrote in third person. I had to figure out how to create Zuriñe’s abilities as real and believable as possible and also I wanted it to be able to fit with Heisenberg’s abilities so she could help him in his factory. The funny thing is is that even if it is one of my best stories, it’s one of my least popular once too.

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You Mean It?

Erik Stevens x Black! OC Reader

I N S P O: Just felt it coming on. Listening to the rain and music right now.

N O T E: Erik has been distant. This leads to arguments and petty behaviors. Get a feel as though he is keeping something and resists. Seeing his options for a possible break-up, he confesses. ; Could listen to Free x 6LACK

W A R N: Series: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, Mild Violence, Smut ; Chapter: Cursing, Angst

T R I G G E R: None

W O R D: 1.2k

U N [ DEUX ] [ TROIS ]

The day was long but the night seemed so short. You would keep waking out of your sleep, sweat beads decorating your chest and forehead. It could only be one thing, one person rather. Erik. You guys have been dating and moving towards a serious relationship reaching 2 years now. You guys met in the oddest of ways actually. It was very lucky that you bombarded into the wrong conference room that day. Especially embarrassing yourself by walking in from the wrong entrance, the entrance of the lecture stage causing all eyes to land on you.

His surely did once he saw your panic but delicate brown face covered with the rain that fell outside that day. You did try to make yourself scarce but once you realized you were in the wrong lecture, terror and frustration shot through you. Wrong lecture, wrong side of campus, but perhaps right time. Erik couldn’t help but release a low chuckle to himself watching your movements since you have arrived through those doors. He had no interest in what was going on previously beforehand until you came in. His whole perception changed.

Laying awake, now, your eyes danced different nameless shapes thinking back to that day and how you actually didn’t even like him at first. He was always confident but reserved with things that he felt did not need to be shared. Even if they are important, to you anyway.

You guys have been debating about that topic a lot lately. You loved Erik and he loved you. You knew that through actions though, not words necessarily. You just have this feeling of him hiding something. He has had his moments but he has never reacted to you that way has been lately.

Quiet.

Sharp.

Greedy.

Feeling the shift of the bed underneath you, you glance over to a closed-eyed Erik. Though he isn’t snoring, you know that means he is awake but just resting. He hears everything, as he would say it.

“Stop being creepy, staring at me” Erik merely opened his full lips to state but you understood every word.

Your lips curled to a short smirk but heard the annoyance in his voice, so you retreated “My bad”

His lips smacked causing the heated dark air to be covered “Why you doing that?”

Here we go.

“Doing what, Erik?” you harshly enunciate his name as you sat up, which you barely did. ‘E’ or cute pet names would be his mating call.

“I was just joking with you” his eyes now open, though you couldn’t see it through the dark, you knew he was looking directly at you.

“It didn’t seem like it, lately it seems like you do not want to be bothered with me” your confessed nervous feelings finally coming to surface at the midnight evening.

Now, he was awake. A tired but upset Erik silhouetted in the dark as you watch his movements. He kept his body balanced with this left hand as he stretches over to turn on you guys table lamp. The golden dim lip snapped on in an instant after the second click.

“Aight, talk to me. Wassup?” Erik now ready to get this string of arguments over with it. This is how it’s been. You say something wrong, he reacts. He says something wrong, you react. He interrupts. You scream. It becomes a battle for who can out-argue who.

“Erik, it’s too late for this I don’t really feel like getting into it right now” you lied. He knew it, which is why he let out a quick laugh at the statement. The wrinkle on your nose appeared as you shifted into an annoyed state.

“What is so funny?” You questioned, now both of you wide-eyed.

“You!” Erik ran the cover off his legs and stood heading towards his grey joggers. You knew the routine and he did too, he was just becoming ahead of the curve. The arguments would always end up with him leaving or you kicking him out.

Whilst looking for the rest of his set, he tore in a speech “I’m over here joking with yo’ ass and you talking ‘bout some I ain’t tryna be with you? Fuck is that. You out here actin’ real funny”

Oh, that did for you. How dare he tried to flip the script when he was the one being emotionally detached or hidden for some reason.

“Well, I wouldn’t feel that way if you were talking to me! Or?! If you were able to be here when I need you here, not just physically. You have been distant and I have told you that! Like the other day--” your mind went to the moment that leads you to the current events today.

“I practically beg you to tell what is going on with you lately. Everything is “Cool” “Fine” “Okay” or “I’m not in the mood to really talk about it”. Like what is it? Is it me?!” the voice crack you tried hard to tame, broke out.

Erik stood there looking at you. He knew everything that you were saying was valid. That is why his words were scarce, he ran out of rebuttals over the past 3 weeks. However, the pride of this male reign supreme. He wasn’t going to let you have the last word or you make him exposed to his truths.

“It ain’t you” he confessed, licking his lips he stated “Everything is coo--”

“If you say ‘everything is cool’, M’gonna to wring your fuckin’ neck!” you harshly let out with eyes closed. The only colors swarming in your view are black and red.

His right eyebrow that already had a natural lift, raised even more “Don’t play with me like that, I’ll fuck your ass up” he darkly snorted

“Then be straight with me Erik or..or I don’t think we can do this anymore” the words flooding from your lips as a shock that seemed to enter him, entered you too. You really didn’t mean it but you weren’t about to stand for feeling like you were a bother to someone and they can’t communicate what is going on.

The room is filled with a gut-wrenching silence. Suddenly, Erik’s dry mouth spoke: “You tryna be done with a nigga for good?”

His eyes followed yours as you quickly try to search to look anywhere but his. Like a fool, they ended up back to his pair. The hot and coldness of your body ran deep, all the way to your toes. You were standing in your ground but maybe only 5 toes instead of 10. You loved Erik. You always knew you have but you never really got around to saying it to each other.

“Answer me!” the hurt in his voice reverberated off the walls, waking you more out of half-slumber.

Keeping your ground, you nodded before whispering “Yes. I can’t feel like I am a burden to you”

Erik licked his lips, the face was torn into a painful twist before nodding quickly. His hands smoothed over his face before looking at you once more, eyes bleeding to say something. Your eyes peering right back, aching for him to let them out. However, to your prediction, he says only this.

“Bet.” he grabbed his hoodie, not even bothering to put it on, his artistic keloid decorated body still exposed as he grabbed his keys. “I’m gone”

And he did just that, walked out and was gone.

You didn’t actually think that he would oblige to it. No fight? He was really ready to give up like that? Maybe you were on a hunch.

x x x

I hope you all enjoyed it thus far! I am just like mm mm mm, as my plans for this continues. Let me know if ya like!

- KD

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