#erik killmonger x plus size reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

artisticestheticreads · 1 year

Text

Summertime Magic XIII

A/N: WHAAAAT?!?!?! Another chapter of your FAV fanfic with Mr. N'Jadaka Udaku.

To Catch Up, Press Here.

Warning: Nothing really but there is a discussion about ... uhn uhn no spoilers sorry

Word Count: 4182

Song Recommendation: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize. He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

N’Jadaka looked up at Leslie and said “I can explain everything, Leslie. Wait, does she-“.

“Nope. She doesn't know anything. Y’know I was a little skeptical when we first met then I started to see you more and when Y/N told me about your trips to Wakanda, I just thought ‘hmmm, just another person from Wakanda. But then low and behold the freaking king and lord of Wakanda are in your house. You don’t know how to hide it, don’t you?”, Leslie asked before she took a sip of red wine. The prince looked down at his hands and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry but you have to keep this between us. She can't know right now”

“Why? So, my best friend doesn’t know she is gonna be one of your wives?”

“One of my wives? Leslie, where the hell did you hear that from?” Leslie poured another glass and said, “my grandma told me when she was back home, the kings and princes had multiple wives. Look, I ain’t tryna talk shit about our own culture but Y/N is too good to be one of your wives. I ain’t with that shit and neither would she.” N’Jadaka laughed and said “with all due respect, she must have not been there for decades because we stopped that shit when my unc became king. Queen Mother wasn't with that shit at all either so I get you. I care about Baby Girl too damn"

Leslie leaned forward on her hand as she asked "then why can't she know? I mean you love her and what not so why keep her in the dark?" N'Jadaka took a deep breath and started to explain why. "Well, I feel like if she finds out she may leave me, use me, or just whatever the fuck she wants. I had to basically stop my friends from mentioning people around me. I have to keep a very low profile at all times or someone will run and ask for my autograph like I'm Beyonce or something."

"With all due respect my prince, you will never be Beyonce. And do you really think sissy is like that", she asked in a monotone voice, left brow rose and arms extra folded. N'Jadaka sat up and looked her in the face before saying “no. To be honest, I just wanna protect my baby. She really does mean a lot to me but I just know a lot of folks will come after her. I promise I will tell her.”

"When", said Leslie when she rolled her eyes, not believing him. N'Jadaka kept her eyes on her as he dug in his pocket and slid a velvet box towards her. “N’Jadaka…is that what I think it is?” Leslie looked to him before grabbing the box and once she opened it, all she can say was:

"Wow."

"Yeah, been holding on since we made it official."

"N'Jadaka, this is beautiful. But wait, why buy a ring but not tell her about you being royality?"

"It may seem foolish but it was M'Baku's idea. He said it would be more suspenseful, dramatic but mostly I did it because I want to take her on a trip to Wakanda in a few months and tell her." Leslie couldn’t stop looking at the ring; a 2 1/4 ct tw Emerald-cut 14K White Gold but the band looked like it was a polished vibranium finish. Leslie felt teary eyed just looking at it, just imagining how her best friend would react and how beautiful of a bride she would be. “Wow, this is really nice and beautiful and sweet. I’m sorry that I’m so dramatic. I am just so happy for y’all.” He walked over to her and hugged her tight as he chuckled. “Well, I’m happy you love it. I can’t wait to see my baby’s reaction.”

They heard footsteps and had to be inconspicuous; N’Jadaka let go of Leslie and started caressing the fridge while Leslie wiped her face clean of tears and sipped her wine clean, they saw the ring and its box; he grabbed and hid it in his pocket. Y/N waltzed in with her nephew on her like a koala. “Hey, Monte. They in here and for some reason, babe is making love to y’all new fridge.”

“If he gets my fridge pregnant, he will pay child support”, Monte said as he walked behind her. Soon, everyone made their way to the backyard where it was a whole barbeque feast along with pot roast, baked mac and cheese and multiple side dishes. “So, JD. How is the OutReach center going, man? Sis been tellin’ me about some of programs already?”

“Oh yeah. You know we have the whole nine yards but I think the kids are going to be more into the science and art programs though. We also got the sports coming in too so the kids are gonna love it.” Monte nodded and asked “So JD, when are you and sis gonna make me an uncle?” Y/N coughed on her white wine and fanned herself to breathe again; Izaiah patted her back to make sure she was okay. Leslie told Monte “baby, don’t tryna sound like pops please. They will have kids one day.”

“Leslie baby, I know. I’m just talking trash, that's all.” Leslie cut into her pot roast as she glared at him and said “well, ya better stop or your butt is gonna be talking to that couch.” Monte looked at her and glared at her back but went back to his food then asked “so, baby sis, when y’all getting married”; this made Leslie choke like Y/N and she quickly drank her water while everyone watched. N’Jadaka sat there with wide eyes eating his food then relaxed them once she felt Y/N’s hand on his thigh. She looked to her good friend and said “when the time comes, Monte. I don’t want to rush into anything, you know what I mean but even if he never asks me to be his wife; it doesn't matter to me. I will always love him.” N’Jadaka looked at her and smirked as she winked and went back to his food.

Once they finished dessert, Monte, N’Jadaka and Izaiah were playing with a huge yoga ball in the backyard. Leslie grabbed her vape, added a cream pineapple flavor and took a small puff, making sure to blow the smoke out where Y/N wasn’t sitting. “I can’t believe Monte asked that”, Y/N said before pouring her fourth glass of white wine. Leslie took another hit and asked “which one”?

“About me having a kid with him. He know that is a touchy ass subject so why ask?” Leslie took a deep breath sipping her red wine and said “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I feel bad now.” Y/N looked to her then looked at the three boys and watched as N’Jadaka played with her godson. He looked so happy as he played with the small child; it warmed her heart so much but then she felt a tear drop and her heart shattered. She excused herself and went straight to the bathroom. Once she did, she saw her mascara running down her cheeks. “Great, there goes my makeup.” She grabbed one of Leslie’s makeup wipes and tapped her running mascara marks away. She then dug into her purse to grab her setting powder, her travel powder brush and started to cover what was missing from her makeup. Y/N closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told herself “I am beautiful. I am powerful. I am strong. I am loved and I matter.” She opened her eyes to see Monte standing behind her with a concerned face that made her heart fall to her kneecaps. “What the fuck, Monte?! When the Hell did you get in here?!”

“Uh, when you started chanting like Angela Bassett praying like Tina Turner”; she rolled her eyes and he looked at her reflection. “Bae told me where you were and also cussed me the fuck out so yeah.” She looked at him as she reapplied her eyeliner then her mascara. Monte bent down to place his head on her shoulder, pouting as he looked in the mirror. “Sissy, you ain’t mad at me are you?”

“I’m chillin’, Monte.”

“You sit on a throne of lies, madam. I’ve known you since middle school and I know how you are, missy. You get that look in ya like you wanna shank someone in the knee cap then ya nostrils start flaring up.” Y/N looked up to him which made him point at her and stand up straight. “See, there it is”; she turned to him which made him yelp and slam his back into the door. She poked into his chest as she said the following words:

“Why the hell would you mention children knowing what I've been through?” Monte relaxed his shoulders a tad and took a deep breath; he hung his head in defeat and replied: “I am sorry, sis. I feel really bad. I meant no harm by it.” Y/N looked at him with folded arms before he asked, “he doesn’t know, does he”; she stood in silence which he took as an answer. “You gonna have to tell him one day right, sis? You can’t hide it from him forever.” Y/N stood there, feeling as if she was disappointed in herself. She loves N’Jadaka dearly but what if her secret would make him leave for good.

Once it was time to go, Y/N placed her god baby in his bed and tucked him while JD watched. He grinned thinking of how great of a mom she would be. He thought about what he was asked at dinner and just couldn’t stop imagining him and Y/N as parents. He felt like she he was a chunky baby, their child would also be a chunky one as well. He didn't care if they had a boy or girl first; the only thing that mattered was the health and well being of the child or, as he would like in the future, children. When he was growing up in Oakland, California, he only really had his father up until he was eight sadly. Once his father passed away and his family took him to Wakanda, Mother Ramonda and Father T’Chaka were his parental figures. At fourteen years old, his family decided to explain his mother’s death; she passed away two days after giving birth to him. This became a fear for him especially if he and Y/N decide to make their own family.

The ride home was honestly so quiet which wasn’t their typical quiet, there was some tension that you can cut with a knife.When they got to N’Jadaka’s home, she hopped in the shower as he was checking his phone and getting undressed. Y/N stood looking in the mirror after she hopped out, she had to come clean about her secret. To her, communication was key and she knew that if she kept this hidden then it would keep eating at her. In bed, her in a huge shirt and him in just sweat pants, they just lied there looking at the ceiling; and that’s how they dosed off.

Y/N woke up to the smell of breakfast so she stood, stretched her limbs and headed to do her morning routine before leaving the bathroom. N’Jadaka stood at the counter as she walked out, listening to Brent Faiyaz and setting the waiting area. He poured some OJ in tall curved glasses and followed half the cup with champagne. On their plates were fluffy omlettes with spinach, peppers and cheese, wheat toast, turkey sausage links, bacon and a side of hashbrowns. She sat at the counter and took a small sigh before saying “good morning” with a small smile and buttering her toast. N’Jadaka can tell something was troubling her and said “y’know? My unc always said ‘you can always feel if something is troubling someone you care for.’ You have something on your mind. I can feel it”.

“I just been thinking about what Monte said at dinner”, she said after showing and finishing a slice of toast. N’Jadaka looked up at her while he sipped his mimosa. Once he placed his cup back down and moved his food next to her as he sat. N’Jadaka sat ext to her and leaned into her saying “baby, we already talked about this. We don’t have to get married anytime soon, love. We-”.

“I can’t have kids, N’Jadaka”, she said as she poked at her food. N’Jadaka was taken back honestly mentally. He had no idea what to say in the situation. He couldn’t imagine what was going on through her mind. But all he can do was stand as ahe looked down at her plate and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on her head and as the hug went on, he heard little sniffs and felt her rub his arm slowly; the sound of her crying broke his heart. He kissed her head to comfort her and said “it’s okay, Y/N.”

“It’s not. I just-” ; she stopped and continued. “What if you wanted kids one of these days and I can’t give them to you. I just- I just don’t want you to regret being with me...” He looked over her head, took a deep, holding her tighter before he letting go and went to sit back down. “Y/N, I will never regret being with you. I love you way too much to say that is a deal breaker. We don’t have to have kids right now and when the time comes, we can just try and do our research. And even if we still have a baby, I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Really”, she said as she look up at him while tearing up a bit. N’Jadaka wiped her tears with his thumbs as he told her “of course, beautiful. I would never call it quits because of that. We will make it work. Aight?” She nodded and he leaned into her lips and kissed them softly. “Now, eat ya food, shower, get dolled up, alright? You been working a lot, you may got a little burn out and stress going on so I’m take you to get ya nails and feet done. Maybe, a deep ass massage, a little shopping trip for you and not for your shop. Okay?”

Y/N sat there in her feelings but they weren’t bad feelings. She felt love, she felt safe and never felt this way with any man before and she was okay with that. After they ate and got ready, they headed out and spent the day together. He would steal some looks of her. Watching her with pineapple hair, black shades, tye dye body con dress with red slides to match, she was beautiful not even trying. As they walked the street of Rodeo, he would pull her and wrap his arms around showing her a warm embrace. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Even just watching her get nails and feet done, he still loved being around her and in her presence. As she talked and got pampered, he watched as she smiled and everytime she did, there was light that just shined and made everyone smile from ear to ear; he couldn’t wait to make her Mrs. Udaku and treat her like royalty the rest of their lives.

The following week, both of their schedules were hectic as heck. From the Outreach Center to the grand opening of her salon, they have been overly busy with everything. When ever they were together, they were always working but they always made sure that made time for one another. On the next off day for N’Jadaka, he sat at his place bored and laying in bed. All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door and got up to answer; it was Jerald and Sheila. The couple wore a matching Nike sweatsuit and had bags in their hands. “Hey, man. Where baby girl at”, Sheila asked. He told her “working on the shop, S. She’ll be home in a few hours.”

Jerald places the bags on his counter and said “my moms made you grip of food, bruh. Cornbread, greens, pot roast, all that.” N’Jadaka rubbed his hands together feeling his inner fat boy jumping for joy. “Awe shiet. Ma Dukes threw down, huh?”

“You know she did. How ya fam doing by the way? I know the finna all be down here soon for the grandopening in like a month, huh?”

“Yeah, but between me and you, they just wanna meet Y/N. M’Baku and T already did and B’s big ass try to talk to Leslie.” Jerald and Sheila now sat on the couch as Jerald said “Leslie got a whole ass child and man though right.” While she rubbed Jerald’s back, she told the guys “please that aint stopping nothing for M’Baku. Remember her tried to get at me when I was a few months pregnant?” N’Jadaka chuckled and said “oh yeah and he was trying to challenge him on the mountain. Nah, that was funny as fuck.”

“Man, I still got PTSD from being on that damn mountain being butt ass naked.” N’Jadaka passed them some drinks like water and apples juice before sitting. “So, JD, did you do it yet”, Jerald asked and N’Jadaka replied “nah, not yet man. I want it to be special though and y’all got be apart of it.”

“I’m sorry but what are y’all talking about?”

“N’Jadaka is proposing to Y/N”. N’Jadaka said “NIGGUH! Now, you know S can’t keep a damn secret.” She stood and said “am not. At least I aint tell the baby you a whole ass Prince of Wakanda. Did I, hmmm?” Jerald looked at N’Jadaka and said “bae, you kinda told the last girl he hooked up with though.” She looked at him and seemed as if a ray of heat hit the back of his head because his eye twitched once before he said “she looking at me is she?” He avoided her glance as his friend chuckled before saying “Sheila, please don’t tell my girl anything. But my plan is to tell her that I got a surprise vacation planned, she won’t need anything just her and her phone, right? Ima get Dora Milaje to dress up and up on the aircraft then on the plane I will tell her we in Wakanda and all that but then once, we getting greeted by all the tribes. Ima make her feel like royalty the whole night you know after I tell her. Then Auntie talking about a welcoming feast and party but after that, Ima take her to the garden then BOOM candles every where, flowers falling, the purple night sky and my hands in hers as I get on one knee and then this.” He even got on his right knee as he showed the ring. Jerald stood and looked at the ring. “This shiet is sick as fuck, bruh.”

“Is that a vibranium band, JD?” The prince looked at the ring as he stood and said “yeah, it is. Because just like vibranium, our love can withstand anything and last for generations to come.” He heard sniffles as he looked up and saw not only Sheila crying but also Jerald. “That’s so beautiful, nigga. Got my crying and shiet.” Sheila looked to him and pushed him out the way to get to JD. “I promise I won’t saying anything. I am so happy for y’all, baby brother. EEEEK, I can’t wait.”

“Hey, y’all. Can’t wait for Sheila?” They shock to see Y/N standing there with black plastic bags of food. She wore some distressed jeans, a white tee and matching Converse; her hair was in a low bun. Sheila looked at the box in N’Jadaka’s hand and stood in front so he can hide the ring in his pocket and said “the grand opening of the salon, sis. Y’know what? That reminds me, girl. We actually got to get our fits ready. The event is in two days, right?” She pulled Jerald up and pushed him to door as she got her answer and walking; they said their byes with some hugs and left. Y/N turned to her man and said, with a confused expression as she walked to him, placed the bags on the coffee, “was J crying?”

“Yeah, we watching a sad ass movie, Sheila made us watched.” She giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck to kiss his lips once; he growled in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist, deeply kissing her. She moaned as her lips and tongue make love to his. She began to hold the back of neck getting deeper into the kiss until she smelt the food. She tried to pull away from the kiss but he didn’t want to stop.

“Baby, the food is gonna cold.”

“Fuck that food. I wanna eat you instead.”

“Baby, I’m hungry.”

“You can eat later after I eat.” With that, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and made their way to the bedroom. He threw her gently on the bed and started crawling up her body. “You gonna feed me, baby girl, or do I gotta unwrap my food myself.” She looked up at him while on her elbows before unzipping and slipped out her jeans. He began kissing her inner thighs before slipping her panties to the side. Slipping his thick digits inside her made her grip them instant as he did a curling motion as he sucked her clit. She moaned at the feeling and felt all her stress from the work week. She looked down at him to see his gentle orbs looked right at her.

He loved making eye contact whether it was missionary.

“I love you so much”.

From the side.

“Damn, this pussy good as fuck, baby girl.”

And especially from the back. God, bless that mirror.

“Look at you taking all this dick. Mmmm fuck. Don’t you look beautiful taking this dick.”

“I look so good taking this dick, daddy.” After they made love, he stood from the bed still nude and said “aight, baby. You wanna eat?” All the answer he got was when he heard little snores behind him; he just chuckled and laughed.

It was the night of the grand opening and they were ready. N’Jadaka looked in the mirror of the bedroom and knew he looked good in his attire with his coat wide open and gold fangs glistening. Y/N came out in her amazing dress and he was taken aback. He kissed her cheek and they were off. They saw the news trucks, her family, friends, and supporters as they pulled up. Y/N got local black businesses to cater the event, and she had something to say before she opened the doors.

“Hey, everyone. If you do not know who I am, I’m Y/N Y/L/N . I have been doing hair since very young young and been saving for this moment. This may sound cliche but I honestly am very thankful for y’all support and just being here. It was a very long road to travel down but it was all so worth it. I appreciate you all from friends and family for having my back for years but I also want to thank a man who has showed me so much love in the year and few we have dated and that man is Mr. N’Jadaka Udaku, who without him, I wouldn’t be standing here now.” She held out her hand to signal him to come and as everyone cheered, clapped and took photos, he stood behind her, hugging her from the back and just being so proud of her but they didn’t know what was happening a few feet behind the crowd.

There was a couple leaning in a silver Nissan Altima, wearing all black hiding in the night. “So, what you got planned to fuck them over,” said the man who was still upset N’Jadaka has his ex now. He looked towards the woman and said “just know, you inspired this plan… a lot.” The woman was about to do something to ruin what a good thing the couple had, but she didn’t care and was willing to do anything to let Y/N know she made a huge mistake.

Um....who in the raggedy hell plotting on Y/N and the Prince and HOW do you think Y/N will feel when she finds out N'Jadaka is a whole Prince? Find out in the next chapter. *evil cackle*

@muse-of-mbaku

@im5ftbutmythroat66

@chaneajoyyy

@melanin-samii

@theunsweetenedtruth

@doux-ciel

@unicornluvin8765

@vikkidc

@wakandantings

@thadelightfulone

@mzamethystp

@simbiann

@tropicalsun10

@babydoll756

@notoriouslynay

@vminax

@quinsly

@pinkdemolition

@quietstorm-73

@chaoticcashfancroissant

@bugngiz

@chocolatedippedinhoney

@yafavcocoa

@lostgalaxies

@mbakuwife

@youreadthatright

@babygotl01292003

@acceptyourselfloveyourself

@madamslayyy

@yoyolovesbucky

@theogbadbitch

@wakanda-inspired

@bitchacho25

@toniilaney

@wakandascrystal

@girlsneedlovingfanfics

@raysunshine78

@melodyofmbaku

@hearteyes-for-killmonger

@silenceisplatinum

@thickemadame

@shookmcgookqueen

@heykillmongerluhme

@fonville-designs

@cutewylie

@allhailqueennel

@10bsatatime

@nickidub718

@lildashofmelanin

@allhailqueennel

@amirra88

@hakunalive4eva

@ghostfacekill-monger

@thickemadame

#soft boi erik #erik killmonger x oc #erik stevens x reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik stevens x plus size reader #n'jadaka x reader #n'jadaka udaku #njadaka #erik killmonger #artisticestheticreads #erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens #bp fandom #bp fanfic #n'jadaka #n'jadaka x oc #summertime magic #summertime magic fic

58 notes · View notes

xoxocoffees · 5 months

Text

Hey everyone!!! I just uploaded a new chapter to my first ever fanfic called PRETTY HURTS on the wattpad app!!! So far it's about 20 chapters long. It's a Erik Killmonger x Reader fic. Soooo please go show some luv and support babes!! Also I have some Original Cover art for the book aswell!! Let me know how yall like it!

#black panther #erik killmonger #wattpad author #plus size reader #supervillain #erik stevens #erik kilmonger x reader

37 notes · View notes

blowmymbackout · 1 year

Note

Top 5 smuttiest killmonger fics you’ve ever read?

this is the BP Librarian or any other DC/Marvel character she can help you find a story ☺️ @chaneajoyyy

@suburbanblackhoe she has a series called iight fam i can only find part 5 but maybe you can find it

my wife @thehomierobbstark she got some good shit. just look at the masterlist

@supersizemeplz writes for the plus size girlies and i love her writing she writes for different BP characters as well

@wakanda-inspired i used to harass her for more Extra Erik chapters

just look at the material @eye-raq

i don't think the link is gonna work but @blackpantherimagines has a three parter called "The Parlor"

honorable mentions @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @panthergoddessbast she has a fic about reader being a sex toy maker and i can't find it but just ask her for the link

this is in particular order and this also isn't everyone. id def be sitting here all day typing everyone's @ these just the one i can think of off the top of my head that'll make it feel like you got a heartbeat in your coochie 😂😂 also anon of you just type in "fics" in my lil search bar there should be plenty

30 notes · View notes

curls-and-crosses · 4 years

Text

Curiosity.

(Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Black!fem reader)

Just over 2,000 words!

Prompt: The main idea is that you are trying to understand the real reason why ya boi Erik won't have sex with your fine ass. Intended for my thicc/chubby/plus sized black lady readers 😚💕.

A/N: In all honesty, I don't know why this scenario popped up in my head. It's questionable how you guys will receive it. If you guys don't like it, oh well! My mind works in weird ways🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: slight angst, self-body shaming, cussing, teasing, and KINDA SMUT (it'll be my first time y'all, bare with me) 😬

____________________________________________________________________

You were fed up.

You had been dating Erik for a while and thought everything was great. He was rough around the edges, but overall he was a good boyfriend. Loyal, mostly sweet and playful. Maybe not husband material, but he was who you wanted in your life right now. Every aspect of your relationship was positive...except for one part.

You hadn't went all the way with him– sexually speaking.

You had amazing chemistry as a couple and you knew that sex with him would be mind-blowing.

You were supportive of people waiting until the right person or until marriage, but that wasn't you. You desired sex and with Erik. You were patient up until this point, but needed real answers. So you decided to ask him.

"Baby, I've been wondering..." You trailed off, chopping up some peppers for the meal you were preparing.

"Huh?" He answered, walking into the kitchen and going straight to your fridge for a drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that he only wore black sweatpants that hung at his hips to subtly show his v-line and the gold chain with his late father's ring hanging around his neck. His built torso and scars exposed to the cool air. They were something to get used to, although, they were interesting and felt strangely soothing when you two cuddled.

You'd never seen any type of keloid show up on someone's body simply due to killing someone. You had only heard of such thing labeled as tribal scarification in African History as a means to distinguish African warriors.

It alarmed you when Erik had told you on one of your first dates since you kept glancing at them. You should have ended the date there, but you went against your gut and carried on dating Erik.

It seemed to make an impression on him that you stuck around.

You opened your mouth to finish your question, but he stopped you before you could start.

"Hol' up." He said as he opened a Gatorade, taking a long sip.

Clearly, he had made himself at home at your place, leaving clothes and miscellaneous items around the apartment. It warmed your heart to know he was so comfortable with you, but that didn't explain why he wasn't comfortable having sex with you.

He finished his sip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Okay, wassup?" He asked, placing his bottle back in the fridge.

"Why can't you–" You cut yourself off and sighed, suddenly getting discouraged.

"Nevermind...it's stupid. "

"Nah, what's wrong?" He pried, immediately coming up to hug you from behind.

"I just want to understand. Why won't you make love to me?" You questioned, cutting the vegetables slower. He took a deep breath and sighed, seeming hesitant to answer.

"Why you askin'? " He nuzzled your neck for reassurance, but it wasn't working.

You stopped prepping the food and put down the knife. You turned your soft body to completely face him. You could feel the back of your eyes starting to burn as tears welling up. Maybe he didn't want to be completely intimate because a part of you disgusted him. You weren't as slim like the Instagram models he probably follows.

"I'm not skinny. I don't wear 00 pants. I don't have a thigh gap. I don't have a 26 inch waist. I have fucking stretch marks and a belly. Is that why you won't have sex with me?" He responded by his right hand going down to your hip, softly gripping it in minor irritation.

He searched your face for sincerity and to his surprise, you were serious.

"Baby, listen. You're fuckin' gorgeous. Beyond beautiful, inside and out. Your beauty is one reason it's hard for me to stay away and keep my hands off you. Off this especially..." He trailed off, kissing the corner of your mouth as his left hand rubbed your backside before giving it a light smack.

"I always wanna feel you in some way. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't want to see you bouncin' on my dick though."

You chuckled and felt at ease slightly, but you needed more of an answer.

"But WHY can't you act on those feelings? Answer that question for me." You asked, more firmly.

A scoff left his mouth just as fast as his touch. The air conditioning immediately made you miss his warm body as air breezed through your lavender silk robe.

"Why the fuck does it matter?" He mumbled before walking into your living room.

You heard him flop on the couch and turn up the volume on your television. He was done.

But the conversation wasn't over as far as you were concerned. How dare he dismiss you like what you had to say was unimportant. Fuck that. You needed to make sure he understood you.

You marched into the room and stood in front of him to snatch the remote from his grasp.

"Hey! I was watchin' that!" You turned the TV off and threw your remote in the opposite chair, across from the sofa.

Before anything else was said, Erik stood up. Glowering down at you. Challenging you while trying to silently understand what the hell was your problem.

"Y/N, what the hell wrong with you?!" He yelled, frustrated.

"You are what's wrong with me! You're not listening." You bit back, pointing at his chest and pushing his chest to make him flop back on the couch.

You didn't give a damn if he was mad. He would be alright.

"Just tell me why and I'll leave you alone." You pleaded angrily, crossing your arms under your silk covered chest.

That simple action caused Erik to glance at your breasts. The silk made them look more pronounced, fuller. Not to mention, your nipples were hard under the fabric.

You didn't really care, but you cared that Erik noticed it.

He only responded how any young man would...licking his lips like a hungry predator watching his unsuspecting prey.

He grinned slyly at you. Knowing the game you were playing.

"It's complicated. I wanna do so many things to you..." He admitted, sitting up straight on the couch.

"Nigga, isn't that a part of sex? I'm not seeing the problem." You sassed, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"It is, but the one thing I want to do to you is kinda wild."

"That's what I want. The sensible you. The wild you. I just want all of you." Your hands met the small ridged marks on his chest as you pushed him to sit back. You lifted your legs slowly, one by one, to straddle him.

"Please, Erik." You begged, adjusting your hips to settle on his fabric-covered dick. Your fingers went down to the hem of his sweats, playing with the white drawstring.

His chest rose and fell as his breathing quickened. His hands brushed your plush thighs before cupping each ass cheek of yours. You rocked your hips slowly as you leaned in to kiss him passionately. He returned the kiss and was eager to use tongue. You quickly allowed, earning a few groans from him as your kisses became heated.

After a few moments, he pulled away. You whimpered, wanting his tongue back in your mouth.

"I'm crazy as shit, Y/N. That's the reason." He breathily said as his dilated eyes met yours.

"So am I–"

"Not my type of crazy..." He ominously grinned before leaning in to leave soft-lipped pecks at your jaw. You smiled, entertained by the idea of what could be his crazy, unorthodox way of thinking. You were curious.

"Well, what is your crazy then?" You sensually questioned, going back to play with the drawstring of his sweats.

"So many damn questions..." He chuckled darkly and gripped you tighter. His hands slowly dug into your supple ass, pushing you into him more. More onto his hard-on.

He wanted to keep you right there.

You moaned in response to the increasing pain and without much thought, wound your hips for friction. Your arms went around his neck for support and he shifted his hips to satisfy your growing need.

"Do you get strange urges like I do?" His deeper, lust-coated voice took you by surprise. You felt yourself becoming wet at his tone and opened your mouth to answer, but bit your lip instead to keep quiet as he spoke.

"Like right now, I want you tremblin' under me, my hand 'round your throat, squeezing just enough as I fuck you senseless." He proclaimed, your bottom lip coming between his teeth as he lightly tugged before letting go.

"Maybe I'll get another scar this time." A mischievous gaze met your curious eyes. Scars?

"Erik...I thought you only got those scars if- if-"

"You think all these scars are from just killin' people? Oh babygirl, some of these are from killin' pussy too."

A rush of heat surged through you, making you feel weak and strong all at once. Those words. His words did something and ignited a fiery passion within you.

"Well, do it then..." You provoked as you bucked your hips once more. He took that as a command and hooked his hands under your legs, lifting you off of him to playfully throw you onto your couch.

You sunk into the soft cushions and adjusted so your head was on the armrest, your body now across the sofa. A devious smile crept onto your face as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. After all this time, your man was going to beat your pussy up.

Finally.

"You got me losing my got-damn mind over you."

He turned to climb over top of you to open your legs up and come in-between them. He undid the ribbon of your robe and pulled back the fabric, revealing your unclad chest. Your nipples hard from the palpable sexual tension and exposed air. The only undergarment you had on was your matching silk panties.

Those would soon be gone.

Erik scanned over your body, taking in every bump, curve and stretch mark. He loved every inch of you.

"So beautiful..damn.." he whispered, more so to himself.

It was like he didn't know where to start. His mind most likely running frantic, almost like a child figuring out a new, complex toy.

You looked at him the same. Your smooth hands massaged his forearms, feeling the peaked scars. It was a perfect contrast, much like you and him.

"I don't think ya ass prepared for what I'm 'bout to give you." He cockily spoke before kissing your lower abdomen. His thumb fell to your clothed clit to check how wet you were for him, making you groan in anticipation.

He leaned down to your belly button, tracing the ring of your belly button with his tongue before dipping into it once. You closed your eyes in bliss at the fascinating feeling. He thumbed your clit again, causing you to tense up in pleasure. Instinctively, your legs began to close around him, but he grasped your thick thighs.

"Keep ya fuckin' legs open." His voice rang through your ears in a growled demand.

"Yes, d–" Your breath hitched as his cool lips trailed up your waist to the valley of your breasts. You closed your eyes and melted under his touch, his fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips for him to yank down your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

Fondling your breasts, you pinched your bottom lip in the middle of your teeth as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes. You needed him.

He mentally absorbed the sight of you. It only inflated his ever-growing ego as his deviant grin showing two gold canines gleamed back at you.

"Allat behavior. Ain't nobody teach you no decency?" He teased as he scooted down, getting better access to your now aching core. You shook your head 'no' at his question.

"Well that's too bad. I'mma have to teach you how to behave..." He tsked. You couldn't react as he wasted no time taking you in his mouth, not giving a fuck if you were ready or not.

-------------------------

And I oop 👀...

(Send me requests too via my asks!) -> if you want

#erik can get it idgaf #erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger smut #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik killmonger x plussize!reader

314 notes · View notes

plus-size-reader · 4 years

Text

Princess

Erik Killmonger x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1366 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Erik using Klaue's niece as a connection to the arms dealing world. But what happens when she becomes more than that to him?

———————————————————————————————————

At first, Erik was using you.

He needed you.

You were the only connection he had to Ulysses Klaue, one of the only arms dealers in the world who had any experience with Wakanda and Vibranium.

However, while Klaue was daft, he wasn't going to allow himself to be manipulated...at least not easily.

You, on the other hand, had nothing to lose. You were his niece, who had been orphaned as a child. He had more or less raised you, which meant that you were more useful than even you thought.

You had all of the access and knowledge that Klaue had, except you didn't care about it nearly as much...not only that, but you could be manipulated emotionally.

Erik wasn’t only skilled in battle, he had plenty of other skills that the military hadn't given him. Some things that you wouldn't even know how to look out for or worry about.

It was actually fairly simple.

He just had to make you believe that he was in love with you, and then he'd have a link to the one thing in the world that he didn't currently have. If successful, Erik would have his very own arms dealer.

You would be able to negotiate any deal that he needed, or get him any weapons that he desired.

It was perfect...

Until, of course, it wasn't.

It should have been easy. Usually, the idea of manipulating someone to get what he wanted didn’t even make Erik bat an eye. Hell, he had murdered for less, as long as he stood to gain something from it.

However, from the moment he laid eyes on you, it was clear that wasn’t the case.

You weren’t nearly as foolish as your uncle, as he’d expected. In fact, there was a silent intelligence and courage about you that instantly drew Erik in. It was clear that you were more powerful than he’d assumed.

Not that that simple fact was going to be enough to change his reason for coming to you. You had something that he needed, and nothing was going to stop him from getting it...not even a pretty girl.

He had worked too hard to lose it all right now.

“You must be-” he started, holding out a hand to you which you chose to ignore. Instead, you interrupted him to finish his sentence “Y/N” you hummed, that fire behind your eyes just hidden beneath the surface.

You were briefly aware of your uncle in the corner of the room, ogling a new gold watch he’d just bought a few weeks prior. You had talked a bit about his new business venture with Erik Stevens but you weren’t expecting him to be like this.

Everything about him was exuding power, real power, like you’d never seen in your life.

“They call me Killmonger” he introduced, completely serious, though you briefly wondered if he was messing with you. You couldn’t imagine anyone actually going by a nickname like that, but you didn’t really care.

As long as you got paid your cut at the end of the day, you’d call him whatever he wanted.

“We’re stealing vibranium, I got that much but what’s so special about it? I know it’s valuable but you could get larger quantities of precious metals much easier” it was a fair question, considering that vibranium was sort of risky to get a hold of but Killmonger only laughed.

In all this time, you were the only person to ask him something like that.

Everyone else just went along with whatever he told them to do but you didn’t seem to care about how dangerous he was. In truth, you’d dealt with men and women alike that had higher body counts.

He didn’t seem to appreciate the gravity of who he was talking to.

“Personal connection, I guess” he shrugged, having not really thought about it much. It always just seemed like what he wanted in this life, no matter what cost.

It was his birthright, after all.

You nodded, you could respect that. Killmonger wasn’t the first man with a vendetta, but he surely had the most expensive one you’d ever seen. After all, you knew how’d it had gone down for Uncle Klaue the first time he stole for Erik.

You weren’t going to get branded like that if you could help it.

“Just try not to get us all killed for your personal connection, okay?” you suggested, your lips slightly upturned in humor before you headed over to the other side of the room where Klaue was waiting.

You had a relatively simple job in the whole thing, at least as first. You just had to find an vibranium that was outstanding in the US. There wasn’t very much, you knew that for sure, but if there was even an ounce left-you would find it.

You figured that some of your more eccentric contacts may have heard something so you started asking around but before you could make too much progress, someone cleared their throat behind you.

It was Erik.

“What’d you got going on there?” he asked, leaning down behind you to get a better look of the screen, not stopping until you could feel his breath on the side of your face.

“Encrypted communication, all underground” you allowed, a slight sigh escaping your lips as you spoke. You had been raised in this, and you usually worked better alone.

However, it was clear that Killmonger wasn’t going to let you do that.

“Can I help you?” you questioned finally, when he didn’t move away from you. Clearly he wanted something but you couldn’t imagine what it was. You had only just met him after all.

You weren’t a mind reader.

The man to your left only laughed, the sound practically in your ear due to his close proximity to you. “Do you not like me or something, princess?” he hummed, sensing some kind of tension between you.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something up with you, he just wasn’t sure what it was yet.

“It’s nothing personal, I just work on my own usually. I’m not one for taking orders” you shrugged. Taking clients and odd jobs had always been your uncle's gig, you preferred to move the merchandise after he found it.

You didn’t really do the whole face-to-face thing.

The worst part of this whole thing though, and maybe the reason you were being so distant with this new client was that something about Erik drew you in.

You didn’t usually find yourself so enamored with a nearly perfect stranger.

“Well I’m usually the one giving out orders, so one of us is going to have to get over it” he hummed, a new humor to his tone of voice that almost made you laugh as well.

Perhaps you two had more in common than you originally thought.

“...Or, you could just work for me? I mean, it might be nice to get away from Klaue’s old way of doing things” he suggested, this time shocking you though you didn’t let him know it.

You had been working alongside your uncle since you were young and it was the only life that you had ever known. However, maybe Killmonger had a point. If you went out on your own, you could branch out and make your own way in the world.

You wouldn’t have to wait on the sidelines during meetings anymore or play the role of an innocent little girl who doesn’t know anything about the business.

It was the one chance you had to get out and make something of yourself.

“Work for you? Did you miss the part about how I don’t take orders well?” it was your turn to tease him now, clearly amused with yourself as you spoke. He was ridiculous, but you were also having more fun than you had in a long time.

You had a point, but Erik didn’t care.

He was having a good time with you and he was going to make you his, if it took every ounce of will he had. “Trust me princess, eventually you’ll learn to love my orders”

161 notes · View notes

samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

Text

House Hunting (18+)

Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Summary: You and Erik are looking to move into a new house. You’ve found one that you really like, but Erik says no, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Hella Fluff, Erik being a sweetie pie, and a bit of angst

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Epilogue

#erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik stevens x reader #erik stevens x plus size reader #erik stevens x black reader #black panther fanfiction #maree writes

232 notes · View notes

pastelastronomy24 · 4 years

Note

Hey babe! Are you still writing?

Hi boo 🥺 I’ve been on a long long long hiatus because I’ve been going through a lot (like currently being a college dropout not by choice) and I want to sit down and write but I’m not at that point right now. Every time I write nowadays it feels awful like what I’m writing isn’t good.

The good news is I’ve finally got some anxiety and depression meds and stuff. I’m finally starting to feel like a person and not just sad and scared so, once I’m back back I’ll get you guys all the stories you want (for real this time).

I love you guys,

-Emma

#avengers x plus size reader #bucky x plus size reader #bucky x reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader #plus size reader #hiatus

23 notes · View notes

geminimoonbeamx · 6 years

Text

Or just any Erik smut in general because I AM IN LOVE.

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik killmonger x reader

88 notes · View notes

artisticestheticreads · 1 year

Text

Summertime Magic XII

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I know it has been a very long time, like years, but I have been going through a lot of stuff like depression, panic attacks, and just an all-around mess. BUT I AM BACK AND HERE TO STAY.

To Catch Up, Press Here.

Warning: No warning but ... nope, you gotta read it.

Song Recommendation: Honest Kiana Lede

Word Count: 2665

“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in a cleaner to get rid of all the blood they drew together as a team, in the distance.

“Daka, have you seen my keys”, Y/N asked as she looked through the multiple purses of her home while N’Jadaka was in the kitchen washing dishes. “Nah, baby. I haven’t. Did you check ya jeans you wore last night?”

“That was the first thing I checked, baby”, Y/N walked out of her bedroom wearing a camel-toned satin pencil skirt with a black turtleneck and matching heels; her hair was laid with a seamless 1B lace front wig cut into a bob, left side tucked behind her ear. Daka turned his head in her direction and started to walk up to her. “Look at my queen, looking like she looking.” He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. “Baby, I gotta go”, Y/N said as she pouted. Daka growled in her ear and said “Nah, you don’t” before smacking her plush bottom. Y/N felt all heated up but knew the business had to be dealt with at the shop. It had been a month and the team was finally chosen, eight nail techs, four barbers and beauticians, and a whole lot more. “Aht aht. None of that. Momma got to go have this business meeting, my love. And besides, don’t you have to be at the center today anyway.”

“Ah, shit. You right”, N’Jadaka said as he dried his hands off. The grand opening was in a week for the center and everything had to be perfect. “Shuri been bugging me about that. The fam was supposed to be all here, but T is in New York, M is in the ATL and Shuri is gonna be in Florida opening the other centers.” Y/N listened as she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge; she noticed her keys were by the door. “Well, they are here in spirit. OK, I will see you tonight for dinner, right?”

“Oh, for sure. It’s at Leslie’s?” Y/N nodded as she smiled and said, “yes and you can meet my Godson, Izaiah.” N’Jadaka grinned adding, “I can’t wait to meet little man, baby. I know he is gonna be a good kid.” She looked at him as she walked back to the door. “Well, my baby is very much on the shy side. It would take a while for him to get warmed up to you.”

“What is he into? Like coloring, video games, what?”

“Eh, a little bit of everything. But I gotta go. Love you, baby”, and like that she was gone. N’Jadaka looked at his watch and ran off to the room to get ready. He looked over what he chose to wear again to make sure, a black sweater with matching slacks and loafers. When he was finished, he heard some movement in his living room. With his Navy tactic instincts, he listened carefully as he crept in. Suddenly, something told him to grab and pull which he did. He pulled down a slightly heavy object and flipped it over his shoulder; when he looked to see what or who it was, his older cousin chuckled heartedly. “T, what the Hell? You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I am sorry, cousin N’Jadaka. I thought it would be an amazing surprise to see your dear cousin.” The cousins dear their royal salute and chuckled at how T’Challa startled the Prince. “I thought you were in the Big Apple. Go ahead and sit. Get comfortable”, Daka said as he heads to the kitchen. As T’Challa sat on the couch, N’Jadaka asked “you want anything while I’m in here, cuz.”

“Water will be fine. I see you added a few new pictures around, dear cousin.” T’Challa had lifted up the golden framed picture and grinned; it was a photo of N’Jadaka and Y/N at what seemed to be a wedding. He wore a navy suit with a white button-down and his hair braided back; she wore a beautiful, tasteful burgundy sheer gown with her hair in a low bun and golden jewelry. As he placed the photo down, N’Jadaka handed him his water and sat on the armchair near the couch. “Well, Y/N will be a beautiful princess one day and from Shuri’s mouth, she is quite the woman. She could not stop speaking highly of her once she came back.” N’Jadaka leaned back into his chair and agreed to say “yeah, my baby is something special.” T’Challa sipped from his bottle and noticed his cousin grinning into space. As he leaned to place his bottle on a lonely coaster, he asked “well, when will you tell her you are THE prince of Wakanda?”

N’Jadaka side-eyed his cousin and uttered “it’s not the right time, T. One day, but not now.” T’Challa lay back on the couch and folded his leg over his other knee. “If you love Y/N then why hide who you REALLY are? You are the Prince of Wakanda and a part of one of the wealthiest families, there is. You live in a lavish part of California near the hills and you have an underground garage for cars. How does she not know or expect you are basically worth trillions?” N’Jadaka leaned forward, elbows knees, and said “she been busy with her shop, and besides, I don’t want her to end up being like every woman I have been with. Cuz, I had multiple women claiming I gave them a baby but how can I do that as a virgin? What we got pregnant orally”; this made T’Challa laugh and boom around the area. “Ah, yes. You are talking about Ashley, Veronica, and Francesca.”

“Yeah, those ‘women’ only wanted to take pictures and pretend it was their shit. I’m just glad Shuri can hack people’s phones and whatnot. But I just gotta make sure Y/N is really the one, T. That’s all.” N’Jadaka looked at the time on his phone and placed it on the table; T’Challa noticed the picture on the screen of the couple. “I have 20/20 vision, Prince N’Jadaka, so that means I can clearly see that she is the one you will marry and have multiple babies with. I have yet to meet her but Shuri has told me nothing but good things about her. You should not doubt that she isn’t. Father has taught you that before he passed away.”

“I know but-“

“Aht aht, no buts, Prince. Y/N is the only. I can see it already.”

“I agree with your cousin, N’Jadaka”, N’Jadaka heard coming from the secret elevator. There he stood’ 6’5, around 250 or more in brown dress pants, wool turtleneck, and suede slipper. N’Jadaka stood and gave his good friend brotherly love. “Baku, you look good man. I see you not dressing like a hobo anymore”; M’Baku laughs while he faked like he was going to hit him in the gut. “I wanted to come to visit before my trip to Trinidad for a month or so. I had to see about this overly flashy garage of yours but also to hear about the lovely Y/N in person.”

“You tryna ease up on my lady, bro?”

“Her, no. A sister, twin or cousin that looks exactly her, yes most definitely”, M’Baku said matter of factly while the men looked at one another. “Well, MY baby is that shop handling business and away from you, horn ball”. Suddenly, the door opened and the men turned to see a woman coming in. “Come in, Leslie. We can get the-"; the ladies stopped when the N’Jadaka was with two men. “Oh, hey baby. I am so sorry. I came to get the paperwork for my employees. We can wait until you’re done.” N’Jadaka walked to her and hugged Leslie, and gave his lady a kiss on the forehead. “Never apologize, baby girl. That is why I gave you the key to come and go as you please. I wanna introduce you to my friend, M’Baku, and my cousin, T’Challa.” When Y/N looked at Leslie, she smiled, and waved at the two then looked between her and N’Jadaka. “While y’all talk, Ima go to the back and look for those papers”, Leslie said as she fixed her power suit and gave the men slight bows to pass by; M’Baku watched as she passed by and waited until she disappeared. “Is she attached to anyone”, M’Baku asked and Y/N smiled. “Married actually with a child if I may add.” M’Baku held his head down in defeat as a joke as T’Challa smacked him on the chest and made his way over to Y/N. “Hello, Y/N. It is finally nice to meet you in person and now I see what Shuri said about your beauty is truth.”

“She is very sweet and telling by your accent like Shuri’s is that you are actually born and raised in Wakanda”; T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka to see that his eyes squinted right before Y/N looked at where he changed into a smiley expression. “Yes, I sure am.”

“Ooo, how is it? I’ve heard it's beautiful. I tried looking up pictures, but I couldn’t find any pictures.”

“Well, that is because we are like a very private location. You know, to keep intruders-.”

“And colonizers”, N’Jadaka said cutting of T’Challa. T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka before looking back at Y/N. “I guess he is right.” They heard Leslie’s heels click against the ground and turned with the files in hand. “Alright, girly. Let’s get a move on. We got lost to do tonight.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. I guess I will see more of you soon”, Y/N said and T’Challa nodded. Leslie touched N’Jadaka’s shoulder and said, “see you tomorrow night, and don’t forget the drinks.”

“Bye, my baby”, Y/N said before Leslie gently pushed her out and closed the door. N’Jadaka smiled at the door before M’Baku asked “so, her friend. Is that a real situation with her husband and child or”, with a mouth full of washed, crunchy celery; the men looked at him as he shrugged and kept eating.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom in nothing, but an all-black bra and panty set staring at two outfit options; a light blue jean dress with a matching jacket a brand new black Timberlands that N’Jadaka bought, or a yellow sundress and sandals. N’Jadaka was in the mirror standing there in a white tee and black combat cargo. He peeked over at Y/N holding up the outfit up to her frame as she looked in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame and looked over her outfit. “Ain’t it too cold to wear a dress. It’s like 50 degrees outside and besides, they said to be comfortable and warm since we are eating in the backyard.”

“Yeah but it’s pretty.”

“Yes, it’s very pretty and you are beautiful, but I don’t want you catching a cold because it’s ‘cute.’ What about jeans, basic with a jacket and ya Timbs.” She turned to look at what he wore and up & down saying “you tryna be twins again, big head.” He walked up to her with hands in his pockets and smiled. “I mean, Ima be warm so I’m just saying that my fit choice makes sense.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile, and she told him “tell you what? What if I wear one of your long sleeve white tees, black jeans with the boots, and my jean vest.”

“Eh, I don’t know”, he said being goofy and it made her hit his forehead softly and he laughed. “So rough. Aight aight fine BUT if you get cold do NOT, AND I do mean DO NOT ask for my jacket, little lady”; she held up her pinky and said, “pinky promise.” He rolled his eyes and he cuffed their fingers together. Soon, she got dressed before doing her hair in a large bun on her head and looked in the mirror, quietly admitting that she actually looked better than this in her jean dress; they hopped in the car and were off. As Y/N led them to the location, they looked around the neighborhood, full of white people and huge houses. N’Jadaka shook his head while observing the people watching their car pass by. Once they finally pulled up, he turned off the car and reached behind him to the backseat, and grabbed his jean jacket along with the bottle of alcohol for the small dinner party. Before he got out he looked at Y/N’s left hand as she applied lip gloss and checked her hair; he stared at the hand with new jewelry before he asked “ya ready, baby?”

“Yeah, ready”; he walked over to her side to open the door, help her out and close the door before wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked. Before she rang the bell, Y/N could hear giggles and pitter-patter passing by inside which made Y/N chuckle. “Leslie is chasing around Izaiah before dinner. It makes him eat a lot which means he will be tired by ten.”

“He goes to bed at ten?”

“If they are lucky. That little boy can get so much energy that he won’t be able to sleep until four.” The door soon opened and revealed Monte smiling big and pulling Y/N into his arm and lifting her up into a big hug. “Monteeeee, ugh. Put me down, you big dummy”, Y/N said as she laughed before Monte put her down. Monte held his arms up and said “welcome to our crib. JD, it’s good to see you again brotha, man”, he said as he gave him a brotherly handshake. “Thanks for inviting me, man.”

“Ah, don’t mention. If you dealing with Y/N, you deserve some love over here”, he stood to the side as they walked in. The ceiling was tall with a silver tinted chandelier that hung midway, two levels of stories, and an archway on both sides of the home. “Whoa, bro. This is a HUGE house”, Y/N said as she looked around; N’Jadaka just did the same, but he knew in his head that his place was bigger, she just didn’t know about it. They heard the giggles and laughs getting closer when a three-year-old toddler ran their way and Y/N scooped him up. “Got ya, stinky butt”, she said before lifting him into the air and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Leslie walked around the corner out of breath and said “hey, y’all. As y’all can see, the little troublemaker was tryna make a getaway.” Y/N held him on her hip while he cuddles into her and said “he should know that when TT is here, it is a wrap”; she tickled his stomach loving his little giggle. N’Jadaka looked over to Leslie and said “hey, I brought the drinks.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll show you the kitchen so we can chill them”, Leslie said as she walked past the group after kissing her husband and son. Once the pair walked into the kitchen, he saw the oakwood countertop and black-white patterned tile ground. “This is nice as fuck. It really is nice, Lez. No cap.”, he said as got to the fridge caressing the dark steel fridge that matched the coffee machine, microwave, and stove/oven. “Thanks, we got them from this appliance shop down the way. You can sit down while they go out. I think we should talk.” N’Jadaka sat on one of the barstools at the island placing his jacket down and Leslie pass the water bottle to him; he opened it and began drinking.

@muse-of-mbaku

@im5ftbutmythroat66

@chaneajoyyy

@melanin-samii

@theunsweetenedtruth

@doux-ciel

@unicornluvin8765

@vikkidc

@wakandantings

@thadelightfulone

@mzamethystp

@simbiann

@tropicalsun10

@babydoll756

@notoriouslynay

@vminax

@quinsly

@pinkdemolition

@quietstorm-73

@chaoticcashfancroissant

@bugngiz

@chocolatedippedinhoney

@yafavcocoa

@lostgalaxies

@mbakuwife

@youreadthatright

@babygotl01292003

@acceptyourselfloveyourself

@madamslayyy

@yoyolovesbucky

@theogbadbitch

@wakanda-inspired

@bitchacho25

@toniilaney

@wakandascrystal

@girlsneedlovingfanfics

@raysunshine78

@melodyofmbaku

@hearteyes-for-killmonger

@silenceisplatinum

@thickemadame

@shookmcgookqueen

@heykillmongerluhme

@fonville-designs

@cutewylie

@allhailqueennel

@10bsatatime

@nickidub718

@lildashofmelanin

@allhailqueennel

@amirra88

@hakunalive4eva

@ghostfacekill-monger

@thickemadame

#n'jadaka x reader #n'jadaka x oc #n'jadaka udaku #n'jadaka #soft boi erik #erik killmonger x oc #erik stevens x reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik stevens x plus size reader #bp fandom #bp fanfic #summertime magic fic #summertime magic

48 notes · View notes

te-lly · 2 years

Text

So I was eating’ a twizzler ….

And was thinking, 🤔 💭

What if—

The was a fanfic out where the reader is actually part of the wankandan royal family instead and Erik is her personal guard since childhood? Like they were so close and the best of friends! But her dad and uncle thought it was unbecoming and sent them both away for proper training for each of their respectful positions.

*Insert fillers about them reuniting and finding things between them being wildly different than before*

Then one night as the reader was on a political business trip over seas alone with her guard dog, she gets drunk to drown her anxiety about never becoming a good leader for her people and than just angrily take it all out on Erik. Complaining about how he’d let the disfuctional men in her life dim the light he had in him that would light up her own little darkworld, that he’s so far gone as a Soldier of war and training that he can’t see her cries for comfort or show any validation of her feeling other than just staring at her like he wants to say something but never will. All just because it’s been so program in him that she was law itself and that he was to lay down his life for the royal family member and nothing more. That the mere thought of conversation was pointless and it would only be a distraction for him to any threats on her life.

So in her heated and drunken state of mind at the moment of realizing they were finally alone together for what felt like the first time in forever—

(Two best friends in a room.they might kiss…)

—the reader chooses to selfishly abuse her power of command and orders Erik in a detailed manner on how to make love to her, and only at the end of the passionate love makeing, when they’ve completely drowned themselves in each other that in the mist of almost giving in to the hands of sleep, Erik finally confesses he loved the reader and her feelings were no different from his.

Mmm… Good soup.

[If I misspelled anything , sorry it was the twizzler!]

158 notes · View notes

majesticbrownjawn · 3 years

Text

Nervous

@soufcakmistress didn’t realize when she posted this that it would inspire me to write. Thanks boo. Here’s what happens when you so thick it makes Erik nervous...but not really cuz he doesn’t get nervous.

--------------------------------------------

“I ain’t shy, you just so thick I’m a little nervous.”

“Really?”

He laughed at her shock at his statement. The look she gave him as she stared up at him in awe was cute as shit.

“Don’t worry, when I’m fucking you, all that nervous shit gon be out the window.”

“Excuse me?”

The trap music was loud, but not that loud.

“You heard me Thickums.” He leaned in close, his beard tickling the side of her neck when he spoke.

Y/N squeezed her legs together involuntarily, the weight of her thighs pressing against the sides of her clit, causing a soft moan to slip from her lips. He definitely heard it and now she was nervous.

Again.

As fate would have it, she’d seen Erik on Instagram before on multiple occasions. He gained notoriety after one the mother of one of his students posted him on IG with the caption, “My son’s teacher bout to have my ass bringing him an apple everyday!”

Another user found Erik’s profile, and BOOM, 40K followers overnight. It was no wonder though. Y/N had seen the photos of him in the school’s navy blue polo, muscles protruding from his sleeves.

But seeing him in person was almost too much. Your heart and other bits went thumpity-thump-thump when you spotted him at the house party two hours ago. You weren’t surprised to see the swarm of women around him or the fact that he was enjoying the attention.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before...were you at the brunch on 14th a couple weeks ago?”

“No. I don’t go to brunch often.”

“Too many niggas like me hassling you, huh?”

You bit back a smile as he glazed over your frame again. Yea, niggas hassled you, but they certainly didn’t look like him.

“You’re not hassling me.”

“Aight good. But for real tho, like damn… you just so—“

A woman plopped down next to you with a cup full of alcohol. She was drunk and desperate for the attention of the man sitting to your right. She leaned into you hard, so you leaned into Erik. The pads of your fingers to gripped his thigh for leverage. You couldn’t have anticipated brushing up against the tip of his firm, warm dick. Time stopped and you momentarily forgot about the freshly spilled tequila on your white t-shirt dress. Erik’s mouth hung slightly ajar, clearly turned on by your accidental groping. You didn’t read it that way though.

“I’m so sorry!”

You flew up from the couch and ran to the first door you could find. As you raced through the party, you’d decided as soon as your dress was dry, you’d head for the front door and straight to your car. The music was so loud and you were so frazzled that you couldn’t hear Erik behind you trying to tell you to slow down. You nearly slammed the door in his face when you found a random bedroom just behind the DJ booth.

“You move fast girl.” You jumped in surprise at the sound of his velvety voice.

He was stuck when you finally turned around, revealing the mess the woman on the couch made on you. The cotton fabric of your dress was saturated with tequila, giving Erik a vivid display of your mesh bra underneath. He could just barely see the outline of your deep brown areolas. You watched his eyes dilate as he zeroed in on your pebbled nipples. You felt vulnerable and exposed and turned on as he stood before you, speechless.

“Erik?”

“Yea, baby?” He slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Baby?” You giggled.

“Yea. You baby now…And, I don’t know your name. You dipped out before I could ask.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, Y/N,” he repeated it like he was trying to etch it in his brain. “Why you run away?”

“I tend to do that when things get awkward. I’m sorry.”

“Shit ain’t get awkward until you took off.” He walked a few paces to lessen the space between you. “Don’t run away from me again. OK?”

His large hand gripped the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw. He had to be the type of nigga that sprayed his colonge on his inner wrist. The sweet-spicy musk tempted you to turn your head and kiss the palm of his hand.

“Umhm,” you nodded.

“Umhm, what?”

“I won’t run away from you again.”

“Good girl. Now, what were you going to say?”

He took a seat on the bed, keeping an eye on you like you’d still bolt at any second.

“Did I really make you nervous?”

He smiled so wide that the gold caps of his canines gleamed against the light in the room.

“Yea. I meant that shit. You perfect.” He reached out and pulled you in between his legs. “These thighs are what I noticed about you first.”

His hands slowly glazed over the back of your knees and upwards until he reached your thighs. He gripped them suddenly, making you gasp. His deep eyes grew dark with desire as he gazed up at you. The intensity in them made you want to look at anything but him.

“Hey…Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes darted to his lips. They were so full and kissable.

“C’mere.”

You were already standing in between his legs staring down at the growing knot in his jeans.

“Sit down.”

You took a half step back to sit next to him on the bed, but his hand grabbing your ass signaled that wasn’t he meant by sit down. You carefully lifted your dress a bit and straddled his lap. It felt like you melted into his bulky frame. He gripped you so tight, it felt familiar. Safe.

“Imma be real witchu, Y/N.” Erik’s head was nestled in between your breasts, listening to your sporadic heartbeat. “I know where I know you from.”

You could barely hear him. His warm hands exploring your body clouded your senses. All you could do was feel.

“I asked Teddy to invite you tonight.”

You were surprised, but you were so relaxed that you didn’t react in the way you normally would.

“I DM’ed you like two years ago, but you never responded.”

All you could do was chuckle. You would have remembered him DMing you and you absolutely would have responded.

“You don’t believe me? Look—“

He tried to pull away from you to grab his phone from his pocket but, nah. You tightened your thighs around him, cementing yourself further in his lap. The heat of your pussy stilled him from moving further.

“So you already knew my name?” Your fingertips massaged his scalp. All he could do was hum in the affirmative. He allowed your hands to explore him as much as they wanted. Shoulders, arms, lips…

“Kiss me.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice that made you weak. The faint moan that slipped from him when your tongue entered his mouth made you weaker. The involuntary grind of your hips against his dick drove you crazy. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him pressing into you.

He leaned back with you still gyrating on him. Erik wanted to see more of you. You didn’t realize he slipped your dress over your head until you felt the pads of his fingers swiping back and forth across your nipples. You were so needy to cum now.

He drank you in, intoxicated by the look of you get getting off on his clothed dick.

“Erik,” you whispered. “Imma cum.”

Just the thought of his face between your legs, lapping up your pussy juices had you nutting all on his lap.

“Oh shit, oh shit….Fuuuuuuhhhhk.”

You whimpered into his mouth as you finished and he kissed you hungrily, suckling your lips.

“You feeling good as hell right now, huh?”

“Yes, nigga. What you think?” You laughed, looking down at the sticky puddle in Erik’s lap.

“I made a mess on you. I’m sorry—“

“I like that shit, Y/N. It lets me know how bad you want me…it’s good to know, especially since you was ignoring my DMs and shit.”

“Whatever. I know I would have talked to you if you DMed me.”

“You was with dude then.”

He was referring to your ex, Mark.

“I could tell you were a good girl so I figured you might not respond but it was worth a shot.”

“Would a good girl do what I just did with you?”

“Yea. Maybe with her man.”

You kissed him and smiled.

“Good thing I did it with you then. Wouldn’t want to ruin your opinion of me.”

Erik reached over and grabbed the dress from the other side of the bed and put it back on you.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Erik.”

“You ready to go home? I wanna be comfortable while I’m eating ya pussy. All this noise is too much.”

He held you close to him as you made your way back out into the crowd. You could faintly hear Teddy, Erik’s best friend yell, “Happy anniversary!” as you exited the party.

-------------

@harleycativy @queenflaws @theogbadbitch @goddessofthundathighs @syndrlla97 @soufcakmistress @mbakusprincess @supersizemeplz @therealmrsrhodes @toniilaney @raysunshine78 @19jammmy@killmonger-fics @just-peachee @trinityaneise @wawakanda-btch @ladymac82@just-peachee @ladymac82 @suburbanblackhoe

#Erik Stevens #Erik killmonger x Reader #Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger fic #killmonger #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger x reader #black panther #black women #black!reader #black reader #black romance #killmonger smut #majesticbrownjawn #plus size reader #you so thick

648 notes · View notes

truglori · 3 years

Text

Game Night...

(Heads I win...Tails you lose)

Synopsis: Game night at Erik’s crib with a twist...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Plus size OC

Warning: Language, Smutt

A.N- Inspiration was this picture

It was Game Night at Erik’s. He held them every other Saturday night and it was starting to become a ritual for Kaila to attend within the last month. When being surrounded by coworkers ,who became good friends, food, drinks, and music how could anyone turn down a time like this. Along with his beautiful luxurious bachelor’s pad Erik made a pretty good host.

Everything from wings with different flavors, a meat and cheese board, warm soft cinnamon pretzel bites, chicken and beef quesadillas, as well as different chocolates and chilled high class wine ,that Kaila wasn’t used to, had covered his antique walnut wooden dining table. Like she thought, he was a great host who had great taste and wasn’t cheap at all.

Standing in front of the miniature buffet with an empty plate Kaila was indecisive on what to get and how much. Still fresh to the friend group she was conscious on how much she ate in front of people that she wasn’t really comfortable with yet. Out of the six times she’s been here this was only her second time eating with them after getting pressured by her cubicle buddy ,Celina, telling her to make a plate before everything was gone.

Hearing the chatter coming from the livingroom, Kaila decided on a few slices of the quesadillas instead of the wings. She didn’t want to look like a pig knowing that she would try to suck the sauce off of her fingers afterwards. Filling up her red plastic cup with the cool wine she headed back into the huge living area. Spotting her purse and coat she sat in her spot and cuddled up with her belongings.

“See I told you, the food is good.” Celina smiled while sipping on her wine. She brought a hand to her hair stroking the box braids and giggled.

Kaila noticed that she had three cups prior so she knew that she was starting to become loose.

Laughing with her, Kaila shook her head and dug into her finger food. Looking at the small group she wondered how she was able to fit in with them. The group consisted of three women and three guys, Erik including as one of them. Every single person in their clique was extremely attractive and in shape. Her body type did not belong at all. There was always rumors going around the office about them setting up date nights to throw orgy parties. At least that’s what people assumed because they were so tight and never invited anyone else.

But Kaila had to take a chance and ask, since her desk buddy was a part of the famous group. So one day she asked Celina if it was true only to earn one of the most hysterical laughs in her face. She shut it down immediately and informed her the reason behind their closeness was because they all trained and got hired for their jobs at the exact same time and have been inseparable since.

Celina thought it was funny and invited her out so she could see that she wasn’t lying. Kaila refused the first few times but gave in after Celina had another one of their members, Leah, tag team against her insisting that she’d come. Kaila wasn’t an extrovert at all. Her regular day included work, talking on the phone with her baby sister who was away for college, and tv time with her cat, Snuggles.But she wanted to change that so she made Game Night at Erik’s a part of her weekend routines.

“Y’all mufuckas ready to get this bitch started.” Erik walked in finally making his presence known after being upstairs for half an hour. He was changed out of his work attire into something more relaxed. Nike grey sweats, a crisp white tshirt with his gold chains falling over it, and his Nike slides to match. His dreads were out of the braids that he only kept in while he was at work, now they were wild and free.

Kaila took in his frame. She watched as his muscles flexed from the slightest movements. Twisting open his personal bottle of Hennessy, she watched him take a long swig and shaking his head at the taste afterwards. She did a short giggle when she seen him hiss making his gold canines show. When Erik’s eyes turn to her direction she quickly averted her gaze to everyone else praying that she didn’t get caught staring.

This crush that she had for him was starting to be too much. At first she thought it would go away once she would find out that his body and personality didn’t mix but it became worst when she started to hang out with them. Erik was nothing like how she thought of him to be. Before hand she for sure figured him out as a smug and arrogant jerk but he was the total opposite. He was such a gentleman, sweet, and a charmer when it came to the ladies.

The littlest things he did like hold the door for her, or making sure that she wasn’t the last one going into a building whenever they went out for lunch to grab coffee. Kaila was falling for all of it. But after hanging out with them for so long Kaila noticed a few things about him. Yes, Erik was a sweetheart but he had a rough edge to him. When the drinks were in his system Erik liked to talk his shit, and he was nasty with it too. Of course all of the girls in the group would openly let him know that he could fuck if he wanted to. All except Kaila, she would never make a statement as bold as that no matter how much alcohol she had.

“About time nigga. The hell was you doing back there?” One of the guys, Tyler asked sitting in between Leah’s legs on the floor.

“My shit, my business bitch ass nigga.” Erik retorted playfully. He walked in front of his coffee table sitting in his chair. On the table had a display of all types of games. He sorted through them taking his time.

“Erik hurry up and pick a gamee.” Celina whined as she still sipped.

Glancing up he eyed everyone briefly. “The fuck is it, rush Erik night or sumn shit. Y’all niggas know without this y’all wouldn’t have shit else to do so calm the fuck down for I throw all y’all ass out.” He laughed drinking out his bottle.

“Hold up I didn’t say shit. I hope that’s not for everyone.” The thick dark skin girl who’s name was Keisha came in and sat down. Kaila thought she was the prettiest.

“Nah not you Keisha, you know you my boo.” He smirked.

She giggled doing the “period” motion with her hand. Kaila smiled sitting her plate on the floor beside her making a mental reminder to throw it away before she leaves.

Erik cleared his throat picking up a box. “Aight I got one. Do or Drink!” Sitting the other games to the side he placed the box in the middle.

Groanes and curses came from the other people. Kaila faced them amused with their reaction wondering what was wrong with the game he chosed.

“No Erik you always pick this game.” Leah flopped her hands to the side of her.

“Yeah I don’t like this one bae. You be making everybody drink and get drunk while playing this. Can we play something else.” Keisha sighed picking up her glass.

“No y’all only get drunk cause y’all mufuckas don’t know how to drink or hold ya liquor. Besides she ain’t never played this with us yet.” He spoke sorting the cards.

All of the attention went towards Kaila. Trying her best to shrink in her side of the couch she felt her cheeks heat up. Kaila hated when she was put on the spotlight in front of everybody. Bringing her cup to her mouth she sipped some hoping to calm her nerves.

“Kaila you ain’t never played this with us?” Troy asked.

Shaking her head she smiled timidly. “No but I guess I will tonight.”

“Kaila the game is real simple, all you have to do is draw a card, read it aloud so that everyone can hear you and you can either choose to do what it says or drink instead. Don’t worry about all that extra shit. Got it?” Erik asked her shuffling the deck.

“Yeah I got it.” She answered softly.

When he eyed her up and down part of her had to clenched her thighs to keep the wetness she felt down there from damping her panties and the other part wanted to run away from his gaze. The way he looked with his dreads covering his eyes was so enticing and it had her excited. Something she haven’t felt with a man in almost two years.

There was an order on how the rotation went. It was Celina, Keisha, Troy, Tyler, Leah, Erik, and lastly Kaila. She was okay with going last just to see how the game was to be played. It was easy to catch on to after the first few turns. Some of the draws that Kaila picked up were to risky for her so she had to drink for not doing them. Because she didn’t drink hard liquor Erik allowed her to take shots of the wine but for everyone else it was either tequila or some of his Hennessy. She was definitely starting to feel warm from the drinking she’s been doing.

Now it was going on the second round and it was Leah’s go,she had to draw a card. “Okay it says let the group go through your phones photo gallery for 60 seconds. Do this or take two shots?” She threw her card down looking for the shot glass.

Erik jumped up from his seat. “Unh uh hand it over. You passed the last time. Gimme your fuckin phone.” He chuckled walking near her.

Kaila laughed watching Leah try to keep her phone away from him but failed due to his tall and bulky stature taking it clean straight out of her hands. He held the IPhone to her face unlocking it and went to her gallery. Erik’s eyes went from entertained to lustful within seconds. Sucking in his bottom lip he glanced back at Leah.

“Damn girl. Yo shit pretty as fuck.” His low voice crept throughout the room. His eyes traveled down to her covered area.

Kaila, knowing what he was referring to, felt herself get jealous and turned on at the same time. She wanted him to look at her like that and speak to her the same way but she was to shy to say anything.

“Nigga let me see.” Tyler hopped up standing next to him. His mouth dropping when he saw whatever that was on the screen. “Damn Leah.”

Rolling her eyes Leah snatched her phone from their view. “Okay y’all niggas not bout to be fantasizing over my pussy.” She sat back on her end of the couch.

Erik shook his head walking to his chair. Picking up a card he read silently before trying to pick a new one. Celina sat up when she saw him and called him out.

“Uh Erik you never skip cards. What you doing baby boy?” She sat on the edge.

Erik smack his lips. “Nah not that one. Plus it’s my shit I could do whatever I want.” He spoke lowly going to the next card.

Keisha got up walking over to him. “No let me see the card because I ain’t never seen you skip one a day since I met you.” She tried picking it up but Erik snatched it away.

“Chill Keisha, watch out.” He grabbed her wrist lightly.

Keisha laughed. “Boy stop playing with me and let me see.”

Distracted by her going back and forth with him Erik wasn’t aware of Celina sneaking around the other side of him and successfully grabbing the card. She ran behind the couch and read it.

“Let’s see why Stevens was act like a pussy.” She slurred her words. “It’s says motorboat the person to the right of you for 15 seconds, even if they don’t have boobs. Do this or take three shots?”

Everyone looked to the right of him. Sitting at the end of the couch left only one person, Kaila. For the second time that night all eyes was on her. She wished that she could find a hole to crawl in and just die but that wasn’t possible for her. Hearing Celina read the card had her wishing that she would have just left it alone when he skipped the first time. She was embarrassed but she didn’t know if it was because the card dared him to put his face in her titties or that he wanted to skip the turn.

“Celina sit your drunk ass down and just leave the card alone.” Leah grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

“Oops sorry.” She burped putting the card back.

There was silence for a few minutes. For almost the whole night Kaila skipped her turn or declined when someone had to do something to her causing them to lose. She didn’t want to be the party pooper of the hour so she spoke up.

“You can do it if you want.” Her voice coming out lightly. Avoiding the stares from the others her eyes stayed on Erik’s.

His brows lifted up surprised. “Look don’t let Celina’s drunk ass pressure you into something you not down for Kaila.” The way he said her name made her squirm and Erik peeped it himself.

“She wasn’t but if you don’t want to I get it-“ She stopped her sentence when he stood up from his chair.

His body was now in front of hers. Kaila couldn’t help quickly glancing at the print that stuck out through his sweats. The feeling of his hand under her chin tilted it up startled her a bit.

“You wanna do this out here or we can go somewhere private? It’s up to you.”

The room was now quiet as everyone watched the two under the influence and yet still drinking from their cups. Kaila nodded as she stood up signaling that she would rather do it somewhere not in front of them. Stepping to the side she went in front of him and felt his hand on the small of her back.

“Don’t take longer than 15 seconds.” Celina laughed sticking her tongue out when they briefly looked back at her.

Kaila looked around aimlessly as Erik led her down his dark hallway. The only thing that could be seen was the faint wall art from the infrequent lightening outside that came through his windows due to the rainstorm they were going to have tonight. The closer they were to their destination the more the butterflies in Kaila’s stomach start to appear one by one.

“Here we are.” Erik pushed a tall black door opened revealing his master bedroom.

Kaila didn’t stop her eyes from wondering as she looked around. The theme color to his room was black and red. His king sized bed was placed in the middle with a Versace Medusa logo cover resting on top. Laying on the ground next to it was a large black and gold Persian rug. But what caught her attention was the wide mirror that was over his bed.

“You have a nice room Erik.” She sent him a light smile standing in the middle of the floor.

Erik closed his door with the weight of his body. He smirked watching her stand there timidly barely keeping eye contact with him. Erik knew that Kaila had some sort of crush on him but he never said anything about it because he didn’t want to embarrass her. She was always shy around him but was okay with talking to everyone else in the group. Erik couldn’t stand that shit. Watching her round face give her sweet smile to Troy and Tyler always made him jealous. He wanted to be the one to put it on her face but could never get the chance with her always running away from him.

Before she became a part of their group Erik already noticed Kaila around the office. The curve of her wide hips and thickness of her thighs that she would cover up lured him into her. There would be days when she wasn’t wearing her turtleneck and he could finally get a peak at her smooth and chocolate double D’s along with a whiff of her perfume. Erik’s mouth would began to salvitate as he became curious wondering how they would taste. Now he had the chance.

“Thank you. I appreciate that baby.” He chuckled walking to stand in front of her.

Kaila’s eyes averted down at the new pet name. Looking back up, his russet eyes met her chestnut colored ones. His teeth held the full bottom flesh between them. The moment she inhaled for the first time with their closeness Kaila smelled his cologne that sent signals down to her vagina. She could feel the sticky wetness that he was created and he hadn’t even touch her. Her chest rose and fell as her breath hiked up.

“So you ready? It’s only 15 seconds.” The sound of his deep voice had her doing kegals on an imaginary dick.

“Yeah let’s do this.”

The sudden movements of his hands going up to her breast spooked her. Wearing an off the shoulder ribbed dark grey long sleeve tub top Kaila was able to feel his fingertips against her skin. She did a soft moan from the contact hoping that he didn’t hear.

“Big ass fucking titties.” Erik spoke out loud not caring if she heard him or not.

He began to grope them. Bringing his hands to the cuff of them he played with her breast. Lifting them up and down. All of a sudden he was like a kid in a candy store. Kaila could feel her nipples harden on his hands, that frequently rubbed against them. She bit her lip.

Erik smirked watching her get aroused in front of him. He could feel the pebbles turning into rocks from his touch and when he saw her suck on her bottom lip his dick jumped. Wasting no time he lifted her breast up and dove straight in face first. With the combination or her soft titties and her scent Erik’s dick started to get rock hard. He knew then that he now wanted to add titty fucking to the list of nasty shit he wanted to do to her.

“Mm.” Kaila tried her best hide her moan. She didn’t want him to think she was a prude for moaning at something as little as this. It was all a part of a game for goodness sake, but she couldn’t help it. Reaching up she gripped his dreads holding on to him while he moved his head side to side.

The fifteen seconds was long and over with but he was still down there. What was only supposed to be a quick playful motorboat session turned into love bites and delicate sucks. Erik took his time placing a kiss on to each breast. Tracing his tongue over them and then giving a soft suck. He could hear her trying to suppress her moans, but he was working for them and wanted to hear them clearly.

Reaching behind her he slid his hands around her thick waist and then traveled down to her ass. Gripping her cheeks roughly through her leggings he pulled her body into his pressing her down on his thick and solid member. Still continuing his sucks on her breast he groaned hearing her give in.

“Erikk.” Kaila felt the flutters in her stomach and her toes curl when she felt his package bump her area.

“Hmm?” He was now moving up to her exposed neck never losening his grip on her ass.

“The game.” Her words came out as a whine.

“Fuck it. You can’t tell me you not tryna let me fuck right now. Letting me suck on you and shit. I know you wet as fuck down there.” The confidence he spoke with had her dripping even more.

Kaila brought her hands up to his biceps. She turned her head to give him more space to kiss. Squeals left her mouth every time he would grip her cheeks separating them. Kaila wanted to submit badly but was still undecided as she worried about the others listening to what could happen in this room.

Erik pulled away from her seeing that she was hesitant. That’s when an idea popped into his head. His dick was too hard for him to leave without feeling any type of warmth. Going into his nightstand he found the coin and flipped it before walking back to her.

“Alright I have this coin here that’ll decide on what I can receive from you. Since you’re so worried about that dumb ass game out there. We can play our own.”

Kaila’s knitted with confusion but she was curious.

“What type of game?” Her soft voice asked.

Erik licked his lips as she watched hers move. He tugged on her lower lip with his thumb and index finger before showing her the coin and handing it to her.

“If it flips on head I get some pussy and if it flips on tails I get some head. You down?” Stepping in her space he bent his head kissing on her neck. She was so soft to him and it was hard for him to stop.

Kaila observed the gold naughty coin. She never tried anything like this in her 24 years of living. It was new and exciting and with Erik being the person behind it tempting her, she wanted to give it a chance.

“Okay. You flip?” She handed the coin back rubbing her sweaty palms up and down her black leggings.

Taking the coin he strolled over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it he patted the space next to it offering her a seat. Kaila worked up the nerve to walk over from the liquid courage that she was feeling from the wine. It was making her feel frisky and horny all in one. She sat next to him and smiled sheepishly.

Erik leaned back and smirked. He wrapped an arm behind her as he got ready to flip the coin. “Heads I win...Tails you lose.” He chuckled as she understood the double meaning.

He tossed it up just a few feet above them and caught it quickly with the same hand.

“Hold your hand out.” He demanded and placed the coin flat on her palm. There was a pause for a few seconds before he lifted his hand. It landed on tails.

“Hope you know how to suck some dick.” He reached his hand behind her smacking her ass.

Kaila got up and stood in front of him. Rolling her eyes at his cockiness she pulled her braids up into a bun wrapping them around to keep them out of the way. She pushed him back causing him to lean on his elbows. Getting on her knees he started to rock his leg side to side. Tugging at his sweats she pulled them down along with his briefs making his semi-hard long and girthy length pop out. From the size alone Kaila got intimidated know that if he knew how to work with it he would make her go crazy.

Erik pulled on the hem of his shirt hiking it up to show his abs. He reached down grabbing the base of his dick whirling it back and forth. “I don’t wanna feel no teeth. You hear me?” His command coming out crystal clear.

Nodding her head Kaila leaned forward giving him a gentle kiss. The thick mushroom tip felt good against her lips. She hasn’t been with a man in almost two years so she wasn’t sure if she still had it. But tonight she would find out knowing that Erik would have no problem letting her know.

Getting her mouth wet she let a long sting of saliva drip on to his length. Sticking out her tongue she ran it against the sides wetting his stick up before taking him into her mouth whole. Erik was a challenge so she wasn’t going to get him down in one fit. She’d have to work her way down. She let him slide in and out of her mouth twirling her head when she would reach his tip. Taking one of her free hands she stroked his shaft while shoving her other hand in her leggings rubbing her clit. The feeling of having a dick grow in her mouth made Kaila’s pussy drip and nipples hard.

Looking up she watched as Erik kept his eyes on her. His jaws tightening from her locked jaw that she had on him. The ‘gawking’ sound coming from her made his balls jump. Erik’s eyes now became low as he reached for her braids unraveling the bun and created a ponytail with his fist.

“That’s how you sucking Daddy dick?” He asked surprise as he now sat up leaning on his free hand watching her perform her work of art.

When she felt him hit the back of her throat she answered him on purpose so that he could feel the vibrations. “Mmhm.”

“Ahh SHIT!” Erik threw his head back feeling how her throat had clenched around him. Kaila surprise the fuck out of him. He never expected a head monster behind that quiet little desktop bookworm facade she had put on, but everyone know that they be the main freaks.

She was sucking his shit sloppy just the way he liked it. Her tight warm jaws had his heads in the clouds. Kaila’s head game was starting to get so good Erik felt like he had to do or say something to throw her off.

“Let Daddy slut this muthafucking throat out....gah damnn.” Standing up he lifted his crisp white shirt up to his mouth tucking it in between his teeth. Grabbing her braids and making a ponytail with one hand he cupped her chin with the other as he fucked her throat.

When the spit began to run down her chin and hit her top it reminded Erik of her big chocolate melons that he wanted to fall asleep on. He had got to feel them now he wanted to see them.

“Pull them big ass fuckin titties out.” He spoke with his shirt still clenched in his teeth making his dimples show.

Kaila heard comply to his orders. She pulled the top down and her strapless bra up and began to play with her nipples for him. Using the spit that dripped on her chest she rubbed it on her pebbles as her mouth became wetter with her arousal. She brought a hand back into her pants and tweaked her nub.

Erik watched her play with herself knowing that head wasn’t the only thing he was trying to get from her for the night. If she could suck dick this good he only imagine what that pussy was feeling like.

“Mouth to fuckin good to not try and fuck. You gon give me sum pussy after?” His hips still stroking in her mouth. Kaila tried to push him out by his thighs but he pushed her hands away. “Move them fuckin hands and answer my question.”

Closing her eyes trying to breathe through her nose she nodded her head. Erik smirked as he pulled out of her mouth. Dick standing up and dripping with her saliva.

“Get yo ass on this bed.” He took off his shirt and stepped out of his sweats and underwear leaving him in his naked glory.

Kaila got on the bed, kicking of her shoes she laid on her back looking at herself in his mirror that was above them before she felt him pulling at her leggings. She squealed from the quick action lifting up to help him get them off. The moment the air touched her thighs she grew self conscious of her appearance. Erik noticed when he opened her thighs climbing between them.

“Instead of being worried bout how thick these thighs are you should be worried about how you gon take this dick.” He leaned up and tapped his heavy meat on her covered clit.

“Ooh.” Out of reaction Kaila moaned and shut her thighs closed.

Erik grabbing them and pushing them back to their previous position. “Unh uh. Open ya fuckin legs. I know you got some good warm wet ass pussy. I can feel the heat coming off that muthafucka and I ain’t pull ya panties to the side yet.”

His dirty talk was making her pussy throb. Kaila wanted to feel that heavy dick split her open even if she cried right after. Erik spoke with big dick energy because he know he had big dick to deliver.

“I want some dick.” Her shy hushed words coming out. Kaila didn’t usually speak like this but Erik brought it out of her.

He smirked and grabbed her the back of her thighs and lifted them up pushing them on her stomach. “Oh you gon get this dick, but I wanna eat this pussy first.”

Without warning he bent his head down between her thighs. Using his teeth he dragged her panties to the side. Kaila jump feeling his breath on her lower lips. She started to brace herself when she felt a long lick go up and down her slick coated slit. Taking his hand he used it to separate her meaty flesh. Her natural juices sticking to the sides

Erik groaned biting his lip. “Mm I know you be making niggas drown in this shit.” He watched her hole open and closed as he spoke to it.

Spitting on her clit he went straight to sucking on it. Erik had to stop her legs from snapping on his head. He used the all the upper strength he had to hold her thick thighs down all the while never letting up on her clit. Keeping his mouth around her he flicked the bud repeatedly. Her juices started to drip out already soaking his beard. The smell of her sex made his dick jump with anticipation. He was ready to feel her in some type of way. Bringing his tongue down he began to tongue fuck her tight hole. She clenched down on him as he slid in and out of her walls. Using his thumb he rubbed her clit adding to her pleasure

“Ohh fuuckk....I’m about to cum babyy.” Kaila covered her mouth to try and lower her whining moans but the way he stuck his tongue in her made it impossible.

“Let that shit out.” Smacking her inner thigh he went back sucking her clit. Erik felt how tight she was on his tongue. He knew he had to open her up a bit to get her ready for his dick. He took two fingers and slowly worked them into her.

Kaila lifted her hips to meet his strokes as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. The suction he was applying on her clit brought tears to her eyes. Her legs shook already giving out. Erik lifted up bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking her essence.

“I’ll have game night every day just to get up in this pussy.” He rubbed his tip against her clit. Using her natural lubricant he made himself slick enough and sat at her tight opening. Erik lifted her thighs back to as far as they were able to go and used the weight of his hips and thrusted inside of her.

“Ahh FUCK!! Gah damn. Wait a minute.” He pulled out instantly and closed his eyes. He chuckled lowly shaking his head. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m not beatin this shit down.” He gripped Kaila’s thighs pulling her to the edge of the bed. He had her at an angle and was standing up.

Kaila squeaked. “Erik wait don’t go too deep-“ She was cut off feeling him sink inside of her. Her arms flailing over as she gripped his sheet. Mouth ajar and formed into a silent ‘o’ as she felt herself getting stretched open to max she’s ever been.

—

Erik wasn’t playing when he said he was going to beat her pussy up. The size or weight of her body didn’t stand a chance to him. He was in beast mode as he drilled her shit in. Kaila’s cry’s and moans fell on deaf ears as he was hitting her spot. No matter how much pushing at his chest she did, it didn’t change the pace or motion he was going in. She had already came on his dick two times but that didn’t mean anything to him.

Kaila whimpered as she brought her hands to his hips to try and stop him. “Daddyyy please l-I can’t.” She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit on her knuckles.

Erik ignored her knowing that she was only speaking because of the sensitivity of her pussy started to probably grow higher the more he stroked her out. The minute he felt her pussy wrapped around his dick Erik got stuck. Her warm and gushy walls clenching him every time he tried to pull out. There was no way she wanted him out of this pussy.

“Move ya fucking hand and take some dick.” He barked as his dreads hung over his eyes and chain swung low. He pulled out tapping on her clit only to slide back in deeper this time.

“Unh..okayy.” She cried frustrated that she couldn’t run

He had her thick frame bended up like a pretzel. Looking between their bodies that was starting to sweat up, Erik watched the way he slid in and out of her. Her coat attached on to his dick. The way he could see her pussy throb around him. But the way she would involuntarily clenched her walls around him when he would pull out only leaving his tip in had her flipping Erik’s crazy switch.

Erik wanted to laugh when he saw the tremble in her lower lip and her tears coming out the corner of her eyes. He was giving her that good dick and he loved watching her get ruined in front of his face. Leaning over her he started to suck her nipples while his stroke never faltered.

Glancing up at the cieling Kaila watched him stroke deep inside of her in the mirror. The rotation of his hips along with his slight curve he had on his dick was sending her to another dimension. He was digging so deep inside of her it had her mind making up scenarios of having a family with him. It was the way he stroked her and fed on her nipples at the same time that had her seeing stars on his wall.

Kaila gripped his dreads. She moaned and whimpered with panted breaths. She couldn’t control the level of her voice. When his strokes were short and fast she’d moan but when he started tapping at her bottom her toes would curl and she’d whimpered and shake underneath him. Kaila didn’t have a clue when she would be able to find another person to hit it the way he did or if there would be another at all.

“Ohh daddy....you so deep in my pussy.” Her sexy moans in his ear had Erik ready to bust. He lifted from her tittes and gave her a nasty kiss. Tongue and all. Kaila moaned and clenched down onto him. Erik’s fingers dug into her skin and sucked on her lip.

“You gon let me nut in this tight ass pussy?” He whispered in her neck.

Kaila shook her head yes willing to agree with anything while he was laying that pipe on her. “Cum in me daddy.”

Erik wanted to hold off but the pussy was hitting too good. He stood back up and stroked until he bottomed out inside her. He’d always get his best nuts when he would go deep. Tucking his lip into his mouth his deep long strokes started to slow feeling his balls tightened. Erik closed his eyes when she gripped his meat and pulling his seed right out of him.

“Fuck!” He groaned and continued to stroke his nut out until he was empty. He pulled out of her with her cream coating his member.

His dick was still hard. Kaila was laying in the same position. Her thighs sore and unable to close from staying open that long. Sitting up she rested on her palms to observe him. Erik’s eyes was glued to her pussy before taking his hand and rubbing her clit.

“I can’t stay out this shit.” He licked his lips.

Kaila shyly smiled as she was about to speak when she heard laughing on the other side of the door.

“Now y’all niggas know them 15 seconds been up.” Celina stated loudly before laughing along with the others.

Her hand covered her mouth as embarrassment clouded her face. She pushed his hand away.

“See Erik I told you.” Kaila whined getting up.

“Wait,where you going?” He asked stepping in front of her.

“I’m going back to the game.”

“We not done here yet. Now come flip this coin to see what you could get. This head...or... this dick.”

_____________________________________

Please excuse any mistakes!

(Going to have to edit this later)

Tag-list

@supersizemeplz @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @hearteyes-for-killmonger @curls-and-crosses @killmonger-dolan @killmongerkink @migosis @raysunshine78 @alookintohersoul @popcorn803 @just-juicee-blog @mllover260 @kimmyblckswan2 @koriiii @tchallasbabymama @toniilaney @marvelmaree @mia-faith @adreamsublime @queen-b1 @mcdesij @vintage-pvssy @viewsfromrose @ceeverse @smuttywriter @harleycativy @callmemckenzieee @theblulife @bvssmob @everything-is-awesomesauce @xoxomyaah @19jammmy @tchallas-ikumkani-wam @suburbanblackhoe @allhailqueennel @admirehermind @themeirajay @asaanime @bellanay @skylahb @toni9 @iambabyharry @kiabialia @youlovetkay @lahuttor @kehlaniswifee @childishgambinaax @readingaddict1290 @sociallyawkward18 @iamching07 @sourbabynaee @unholyxcumbucket @ladymac82 @efonteno @xsweetdellzx @shalynn-m

#black panther #erik killmonger #erik smut #erik stevens #erik x plus size reader #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger x reader #truglori #black panther killmonger

757 notes · View notes

maybecoolwords · 4 years

Text

23 Questions..

Pairing: Michael B Jordan x Actress!reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: You and Michael B Jordan do the GQ Couples Quiz..

Warnings: Nothing, it’s all fluff.

A/N: Hey everyone, I’ve been watching some couples quizzes like the GQ ones, and they inspired me to write this one and to find a boyfriend; I hope you guys like it .. BTW GIF IS NOT MINE.

“Hey guys. It’s Y/N L/N, sitting here with the very handsome Michael B Jordan..” You started as Michael smirks at your little compliment. “And this is the GQ Couples Quiz.”

“Are you ready?” You asked as you turned to Michael.

“Let’s do it.”

“It’s gonna be a little hard though since we’ve only been dating for six months.” You smiled.

“Babe, I probably know you better than you know yourself at this point.” Michael said with a challenging look on his face.

“We’ll see.” You responded as you started shuffling the little cards -the producer gave you- before you read the first question.

“First question -“ You started. “-What’s my favorite movie?”

“Well, I’ll say it’s a tie between all of my movies.” Michael answered in a playfully bold way. He knew it was true, but he also knows -by heart- all your favorite movies you make him watch with you late at night.

“That’s true,” you added, looking at the camera. “I do love all of his movies,” You said before you glanced at his side. “And now he’s gonna get cocky about it.”

“Next question babe.” He laughed.

You moved to the second card and read out loud: “Who is my celebrity crush?”

“You don’t need a celebrity crush, I’m right here.” Michael answered almost immediately, as he pointed at himself.

“Okay, he’s right..” You said, as you shrugged your shoulders. “But before you I had another celebrity crush, what’s his name?” You added, hoping you would frustrate him a little bit so he would finally stop with his arrogant attitude.

“It’s Sebastian Stan, now move on.”

“Oh don’t get grumpy now baby.” You couldn’t help yourself from laughing a little at his little annoyed expression. He doesn’t admit it, but you know he always gets a little jealous when you mention Sebastian Stan or his movies, especially since you’ve worked with him many times in Marvel, but Michael also knows that Sebastian and you are friends. Plus, ever since you met Michael, you only had eyes for him. “You know I love you.” You added, as you pushed gently at his knee, just to see that beautiful smile of his.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

“Anyways, next question. Where did we first meet and when was our first date.” You know Michael knows very well the answer to this one. It’s safe to say it’s one of the best memories he has with you –in his opinion.

“We met on the set of a late night show. You were wearing that beautiful red dress with the long slit in the left leg and your favorite Louboutin nude heels.”

You just sat there looking at him in awe, just like when you did when you first laid your eyes on him. You never thought he would remember exactly what you were wearing, and he proved you wrong. It showed how in love with you he truly is and that thought made you smile like a love sick puppy.

“Our first date was on that same day, because after the show we were very hungry, and by we I mean her.” He explained further to the camera making you burst out laughing.

“Anyways-” He added. “We went to your favorite burger joint and people kept looking at us like crazy probably because we were a little too dressed up.”

“I think I’m gonna cry right now.” You said with a pout on your lips as you started tearing up a bit.

“Come here.” You did as he said and hoped off your chair to go to him. He pulled you to his side and gave you a quick little peck on your lips before you came back to your place.

“Next question, what’s something I do that bothers you?” You chuckled at that question; you knew exactly what is it you do that seriously annoys him.

“When you don’t wait for me to finish a series we’re both watching.” He responded almost automatically, looking at you just like he did when he caught you watching one of his favorite series before he even got home.

“That happened one time.”

“And I’ll never forget it you traitor.” He answered before you grinned at his demeanor.

“Newt question; what’s your favorite thing about me?” You added.

“Other than your amazing looks?” He genuinely asked.

“Yes, other than my amazing looks.” You grinned, slowly nodding your head.

“I’d say your spirit babe. With how energetic, confident and wise you are, it’s just .. there is nothing better I could ask for with you.” He answered; he looked so sincere and honest with his answer, and everyone in the room –you included- just smiled and awed at that.

“I wish there was something as romantically beautiful I could say right now.” You said as you wiped a little your eyes, trying your best not to ruin your mascara.

It was like that for a while; Michael being the sweet love sick puppy he is and you falling more in love with him if that was even possible. For every question, he would answer honestly and truthfully while looking at you like you were the loveliest person he has seen in his life. It’s been already six months since your first date, and every day is like you fall in love with each other all over again. He feels like he hit the jackpot with you, and he wouldn’t change anything about you for the world, and frankly, you wouldn’t either.

“Moving on; there are two questions left. The first one is: Who wears the pants in the relationship?”

“Oh we both do.” He answered looking at to see how your response would be. “Communication is key in our relationship and it proved to be healthier actually.”

“That’s very true, yeah-” You added, smiling at him. “Okay, last question; what’s the color of my eyes?” You said before you quickly lift your hand to cover your eyes.

“Beautiful brown babe.” He responded with a smile etched on his lips, before he reached over to bring your chair closer to his, giving him the perfect opportunity to hug you and give you a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“How did I do?” He whispered to your ear.

“Perfectly well.”

#michael b jordan x reader #black!reader #Erik killmonger x Reader #plus size!reader #actress!reader #famous!reader #michael b jordan #fem!reader #black panther #erik stevens x reader #Erik Killmonger #erik stevens #fanfic #fluff

1K notes · View notes

curls-and-crosses · 4 years

Text

Happy Weight. (Drabble)

Erik x black thicc/plussized!reader - cute lil scenario with ya man

Over 600 words!

"Erik does this dress make me look fat?" You twirled around to show him the dress you had bought a year ago for this occasion.

You thought it would be less fitting, but you had gained a little bit of weight since dating Erik.

E was one of those men who loved to take you out and spoiled you. Whether it be the movies, festivals, carnivals, vacations, different conferences. He wanted to live with you. It was cliché but he said you made him the happiest man on Earth. You helped him become optimistic again.

Taking you to all these different places meant meeting family, friends, coworkers, and also trying different foods. That was definitely an issue since you weren't a woman that was extremely picky or only ate salad. Too bad your weight had to suffer as a result.

You weren't a size 6 or even a size 8 to begin with, but now you were more "fluffy" than you had wanted to be. So you really had to do something about this eventually.

"Erik." You said as you twisted and turned in the mirror in front of you, trying to find the right angle to be satisfied with your newfound curves.

'Maybe I can just stick to something light tonight.' You thought as you smoothed the black dress over your thicker assets in the mirror, awaiting his answer.

"Baby."

"Huh?" He said distracted on his phone from his side of the bed. His back was to you.

He had been glued to that damn phone for the past few days, playing some stupid, new game he found in the app store.

Usually, he would be extremely vocal as you dressed for date night, so much to the point he would talk you out of your clothes. 15-20 minutes later and you guys were running late.

You waited 5 seconds before you sighed and placed your hands on each side of your soft hips. “Erik...so help me God, if you don't answer me. I swear I'll–”

“You'll what? You ain't gonna do shit.” He said before he turned to you, ready to tease.

Fortunately for you, that came back to bite him in the ass.

You watched in the mirror, seeing his mouth hang slightly open in shock as his eyes scanned your body in the form-fitting dress. Your chest was more on display in this dress than you would've liked, but you couldn't wear a bra with it. It wouldn't look right.

“Shit.” He cursed, staring in awe. He dropped his phone on the bed and stood up, walking around the bed and over to you. You could feel your cheeks warm up as a large smile spread across your face.

This how he got you every time.

"You know we could stay here instead." He proposed, coming behind you to rub over each of your shoulders to coax you. "Cuz you know I'mma eat good..." He growled in your ear as his lips brushed your ear lobe. Your mind began to encapture thoughts of him fucking you with that long, skilled tongue of his. You could feel your stomach clench as you began to get more turned on by the second.

"Erik. I really want to go out though." You playfully whined, turning around to face him. You played with the hem of his suit jacket as you looked at him with sincerity. He looked on in the same manner.

"And I really want you out that dress." He licked his lips and gave you a long kiss. You returned it and leaned in closer. As you pressed against him, he enclosed his arms around you to kiss to deeper.

------------------

Send requests if you'd like!!

#erik can get it idgaf #erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger x plussize!reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader

134 notes · View notes

chaneajoyyy · 3 years

Note

Hey gwirrrrl! Can you pointe in the direction of Erik Killmonger x plus sized reader fics?

Hey miss mamas!!! I sure can!!

ERIK X PLUS SIZE!READER FICS (UPDATED)

- how i feel, right now, animal, chains series, purple herbs & gardens, risks & new beginnings series, better with time, let’s play, without a doubt, sizzling pans & slow jams, misinterpretations, visions of gold, out business, come through and chill series, nights, slow burn, a siren’s allure, venom, the one, maybe they’re right, sore loser series, i’ll be alright, spooky cookies & vampire fangs, screams in the night series; knock, knock series; imagination, the cure series, poptart man series, this must be our song, conversation starter, heaven is a place on earth, twins?, say it, i’m there, his princess, his for the night, sugar baby series, authority series, baby shark, lemme try, take our time, say the word, sudden reunions series, memories of you, more ways than one, lemme try it again (that’s my face), not in budget, i would like to see it, pease mama bear, she likes me, guess what, times like these, tell me your secret series, he gets it from me, baby see baby do, see what had happened was, who me?, so relax, three kings of dreams, deck the b-…halls?, do it again, be quiet, you so crazy, how that sound?, you’re so handsome, sit still, leave me aloneee, don’t hide, or maybe, send it to mommy, but i’m sick.., you thought i wouldn’t find out, he’d make you his, ballet baba, ain’t that right?, he wasn’t having that, being honest, that’s all it took?, then stop ignoring me, since you can, but i thougth…, jealous, i won’t tell you again series, hit me, no reply, i’ve alway been, you sure?, no more tummy time, toss ‘em, you done now?, sing it baby, doped up, battle it out, for however long, bath time, bedtime stories, i’m sorry, was that so hard?, i owe you that, whatchu say?, hard headed, it should’ve been you, take our time series, baba’s day, whatever she wants, nope, can’t even look at you, not again, nose wide oen, just a bit longer, come on over to my place, fences & bullriders, right now, mr. telephone man series, designated command strips, one way or another, you ain’t hear that?, autumn leaves & cookie thieves, open up- @supersizemeplz

- all erik fics and headcanons- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- all erik fics and headcanons- @eye-raq

- teach me series, when you’re mad series, waffles series, slow ride series, movie night series, let’s talk about sex series, mines, thunderstorm, girl fuck you, eat your breakfast seres (with eat your dinner), secret admirer, amusement park fun, displays of affection, night at the movie theaters, silent hearbeats series, kissing strangers series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy series, just like you, we goin to hell, breeding time- @thehomierobbstark

- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

-carnal stimulation series, next lifetime series, hoe ass erik series, dirty little secrets series, hennything is possible, sunday dinner series (with payback), a.d.i.d.a.s., green goddess, suddenly stevens, beauty is her name, it’s complicated. i’m sorry, the great reveal, neighbors know my name series (part 2 to @hearteyes-for-killmonger‘s story of the same name), the devil speaks xosha, mile high, trap card, act up, let me smell it, up late, i’ll take your man, carry on, dreams & nightmares- @goddessofthundathighs

- headass youtube couple series, fix my crown series, all skate, cutting ties series, #tsrbaewatch, @apantherinmypastlife

- all erik fics- @wawakanda-btch

- all fics- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- say my name series, beg for it, the coat room, charley horse, full court press, house party, boyfriend makeup challenge, gumby, the let out series, disorderly, token, all i wanted for christmas is you, hit the showers, neo, erica; veni, vidi, vici, i will be here, trick or treat, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes t’challa and m’baku)- @sonofnjobu

- mine, unravel me series (includes belong to you), i missed you series (inlcudes you a’ight and if they ain’t looking), rated e, on braodway, no average bitch, @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for erik killmonger x reader and erik killmonger imagine)

- all tasting mellow fics- @tastingmellow

- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24

- come lay with me, house hunting series, stretch marks, the footbal jerseyy, you sure?- @marvelmaree

- the deal series, nuggest of truth, girlfriend, all i want is you, care for you- @wakandamama

- rated e for extra petty, elbow deep series- @puffmamaa

- she got game, where’s the smoke, s.d.m., from paris with love, where the hoes at? (with t’challa and m’baku), written all over your face, baby bump series (wit cuddle buddy,, and hc: chubby!erik trying old clothes), not in that way, here kitty kitty, computer blue series, chunk series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all erik fics- @stripper-patrick

- he spills series (with t’chala and m’baku)- @captainsaveasmut

- i’m cleva series, do me baby (part 2 of @killmongersgurl‘s serieserik’s created a monste)-, @killmongerdispussy

- sorry he’s gone, mad issues series, curiosity happy weight- @curls-and-crosses

- nah baby i got you- @inxan-ity (scroll for erik killmonger)

- all fics- @writerbee-ffs

- paragone series- @dynastynoire

- all fics- @eriksjournal

- the sweetest taste series, late night drive- two of a kind series (includes ‘03 bonnie and clyde prequel), beyond the lights series, mad love series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- all erik fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics

-thanksgiving w/ mr. stevens and the udakus series (with valentine’s gumbo), @mermaidchansons

- all erik fics- @muse-of-mbaku

- all fics- @eerythingisshaka

- all fics- @artisticestheticreads

- insecure series- @erikslulbaby

- return the favor series- @taint3dvirgin

- a day at the beach with erik, prompt 19 “what’s cooking, good looking”, stay here tonight, greater purpose of chaos, sharing disney movies with erik, 90s disney movies with erik- @hidden-treasures21

- new year’s surprise series- @thefantasyride

- for the love of money?, my first & his only, the big chop, braid my hair, short staffed, visiting hours- @bakarilennox

***PLEASE HIT ME UP TO ADD YOUR STORIES OR ONES YOU KNOW. THERE ARE MORE I FEEL LIKE I MISSED***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #erik killmonger x black!oc #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger fanfiction #plus size!reader #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #thickemadame

90 notes · View notes

samwilsonsbabymama · 6 years

Text

House Hunting: Epilogue

Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Summary: You and Erik are looking to move into a new house. You’ve found one that you really like, but Erik says no, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

Word Count: 3,539

Warnings: a little bit of smut, and a lotta bit of fluff =)

A/N: So here’s the epilogue. Let me know if this doesn't make sense, I kinda combined it with another fic that I was gonna post, so hopefully, it worked out right. It’s after 1am, so I’m gonna head to bed after this. Enjoy!

Part one ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five

Three years had passed since Erik proposed to you… and you STILL weren’t married. With the amount of time that the two of you spent taking care of the twins, there wasn’t any time to plan a wedding. Erik seemed to be cool with the long engagement, he’d told you that it didn't matter if you got married tomorrow or in ten years, you were it for him.

After he proposed, you cashed in some of your vacation time at work and stayed in Wakanda for 3 weeks and got to know his family a little better. T’Challa was becoming one of your best friends and Shuri was absolutely adorable. After the pregnancy announcement, Shuri took no time inventing things for you and the babies. Ramonda was thrilled that there would be not one, but two babies in the family, and when you left Wakanda, you had more baby and maternity clothes than you knew what to do with.

Your pregnancy was pretty easy considering that you were carrying twins, but around week 30, you were tired of being pregnant. Erik waited on you hand and foot, and he didn't leave your side throughout the entire pregnancy. He rubbed cocoa butter on your belly when you got more stretch marks than you started with and he massaged your feet when they were swollen. He did everything you asked him to and more.

When you were 32 weeks you were on maternity leave and Erik admitted to you that he would love it if the babies were born in Wakanda, and he had barely gotten his sentence out before you hopped up as best as you could and hobbled to the closet to start packing. The two of you headed out that night. Three days after you arrived you went into labor, and two days after that you were blessed with your twins, a boy, J’Kari, and a girl, Naomi. Adjusting to life with children was hard, but the two of you managed it. There were many sleepless nights followed by many sleepless days, but neither of you would have traded it for anything.

“Baby, where you at?” Erik’s voice called from downstairs. He’d just returned home from work and you’d been waiting to surprise him for a while. After the twins were born, Erik spent more time at home with the three of you. He didn't go on long trips anymore, and T’Challa gave him a position at the Outreach Center that he opened.

“I’m in the room,” you responded.

Erik’s heavy footsteps sounded on the steps and you smiled as he got closer to you. You were a tad bit nervous about what you were about to do, but you knew that he would like it. When you heard the doorknob begin to turn, you pressed play on your phone and waited.

“Baby, why you-” Erik cut himself off when he caught sight of you. He stared at you from the doorway and licked his lips as you walked over to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head effectively silencing him. You led him to the chair that you had set out for him and slowly pushed him onto it. The music filled the room as you took a couple of steps away from him and swayed your hips to the beat.

My body is your party, baby Nobody's invited but you, baby

Once you were out of his reach, you began to move your hips while rubbing your hands across your skin. You slowly made your way back to him and straddled one of his legs while rolling your hips. He locked eyes with you as you wrapped your hands around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, but you moved away and laughed when he tried to deepen the kiss. Lifting your leg, you placed it on the other side of his so that you’re straddling him and started to grind on him as he placed his hands on your hips. You laughed and continued to dance as he gripped your waist.

You can keep your hands on me, touch me right there, rock my body I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party I'm doing this little dance for you You got me so excited Now it's just me on you Your body's my party, let's get it started

You climbed off him and walked around him, dragging your hand along his arm. Once behind him, you leaned over him and slid your hands down his chest and nibbled on his neck. He reached up and laced his fingers in your kinky hair and attempted to pull your lips to his, but you pulled away before he could. Erik took hold of your wrist and pulled you so that you were in front of him and pulled you down so that you were straddling his lap. He pulled your face to his and kissed you while you rolled your hips into his and you felt his dick straining underneath you. You pulled back and trailed kisses along his neck intent on leaving marks.

Boy, you should know that your love is always on my mind I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind I can't it deny it, I want you, I want you

“Fuck, Y/N,” Erik bit his lip as he lifted the both of you from the chair. He carried you to the bed and dropped you so that you bounced a little.

“Hey!” you whined and crossed your arms. “I wasn’t finished!”

“Nah, baby girl, you knew what you were doing,” Erik said as he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. “We alone?”

“Yeah, the kids are at my mom's for the weekend,” you responded. You’d begged your mom to take twins for the weekend so that you could spend time with Erik.

“Good.” Erik kicked off his pants and socks before he leaned down for a kiss. You uncrossed your arms and slipped your fingers into his dreads and pulled him closer. As the two of you kissed, Erik moved between your thighs and hooked them over his arms. Breaking away from your kiss, he fingered your lace panties and groaned at how good you looked. Slipping his fingers underneath the band, Erik tugged lightly.

“N’Jadaka, don’t rip my…seriously?” you pouted when you felt the sting of your panties being torn from your body.

He chuckled as he tossed them aside, “You know I’ll buy you more, baby girl, don’t even trip.”

You pouted but you knew that he would. “You want me to take this off?” you asked as you began to lift your baby doll chemise up, but he stilled your hand and shook his head.

“Nah, leave that on,” he responded as you knew he would, he loved the way the lace rubbed against his skin while he was fucking you. He rarely asked you to take it off when you wore it.

Erik reached for a pillow and placed it behind your back, before he spoke, “I want you to keep your eyes on me.” You nodded, and he dropped to his knees and began to place kisses on your inner thighs. Your breathing became heavy the closer Erik got to your lower lips, and the look he gave you when he locked eyes with you made you wetter than you were before. Erik licked his lips and dove in. You couldn’t contain your gasps as he licked you, and the more he licked, the louder you got.

“Daka, I’m gonna cum,” you cried as one hand fisted his dreads pulling him closer, and the other fisted the sheets.

He hummed, the vibration bringing you right to the edge before he pulled away from you.

“Wha-?” you cried before Erik slapped your thigh to shut you up.

“What?” he chuckled. “You thought that you would tease me like that without some sort of retaliation? Come on baby, you know me better than that.”

“I wasn’t teasing,” you pouted. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Erik leaned down and kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips, and that made you deepen the kiss even more. He smiled when he pulled back and caressed your cheek before tapping it, “You’re so cute when you lie. We’re gonna have so much fun this weekend, baby girl.” As Erik was talking, he stroked his dick a few times before sliding the tip between your folds and clipping your clit. He chuckled when you gasped and repeated the action before sliding completely into you. The two of you moaned at the feeling and Erik slowly rocked into you.

“You feel so good, baby,” you whispered between moans as Erik placed one of your legs on his shoulders and kissed your calf.

“I’ve been thinking, Y/N,” he began, his strokes slow, slower than you wanted. “I've been thinking that it's time for us to have another baby. What you think about that?” his strokes got quicker and harder as he talked to you.

You weren't sure what to say, it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it because you definitely had, but that wasn’t your plan for tonight.

“You want me to put another baby in you, huh?” Erik growled as he hit you with one particularly hard thrust. “You know I want a big family, Y/N, you want this baby, don’t you?” he had both of your thighs pressed against the mattress, opening you up completely to him.

“Daka please,” you cried, your nails dragging down his back. “Please!”

“Please, what?” he smirked. “You gotta be more specific, baby girl.”

You could only moan in response as he fucked you harder. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when Erik placed his hand around your neck and squeezed. His pace was brutal at this point, but you didn't care anymore you just wanted to cum.

“Daka, please let me cum! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you wailed, and his thrusts became sloppier. He slapped your thigh, forcing your eyes to his.

“Watch me,” he stated as he dropped his fingers to your clit and began rubbing. Your eyes stayed locked to his as your breathing got faster. You both were close, and he was saying something to you, but you couldn’t focus on what it was. He smiled when you didn't answer and pinched your clit, the pain sent you hurtling over the edge and you dragged him right along with you. You couldn't feel anything but Erik’s nails digging into your thigh and his warm seed shooting deep within you.

He slumped on top of you and kissed his way up your sternum to where your shoulder met your neck and bit you hard enough that there would be a bruise. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back as you both calmed down. Erik slipped out of you and pulled you up on the bed so that he could cuddle you properly. He ran his fingers through your hair as he held you and you soon fell asleep in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, Erik was already awake and dressed. “Where are you going?” you asked after your morning stretch.

He smiled and helped you out of the bed. “I have a surprise for you,” he said as he led you to the bathroom. “Get dressed and meet me in 30 minutes.”

“Where are we going?”

“29 minutes and 30 seconds.”

“Are you really timing me?”

“29 minutes.”

“Seriously,” you grumbled as you turned and headed into the bathroom. You weren’t really upset, you just didn't want to be rushed. Once in the bathroom, you noticed that Erik had already picked out your clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a loose top. Clearly, you weren’t going anywhere special. You quickly brushed your teeth before you hopped in the shower and changed. You threw your hair into a messy puff because you were sure you were going to be out of time soon and walked out of the bathroom.

You found Erik in the living room downstairs waiting for you and he smiled when you entered, “You look beautiful.”

“Whatever. Where are we going?” you asked.

Erik chuckled and held his hand out once again and he pulled you to him once your fingers laced with his. He placed his hands on your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you, only stopping just short of your lips and placing the kiss on your forehead. He laughed when you groaned then pulled you towards the door. Once outside he led you to his car and helped you into the passenger's seat. He ignored your questions about where you were going, and it frustrated you to no end. As he drove, he kept his hand on your thigh and he even let you choose the music, something he rarely let you do in his car. You decided to stop asking questions and to just ride and spend time with your man.

After about 30 minutes of driving, Erik pulled up beside an abandoned building and hopped out and walked to your side.

“You do know that black people are the first to be killed in horror movies, right?” you joked as he led you to the building.

He laughed, “Ain’t nobody gon kill us, baby girl.” you scrunched up your nose in mock disbelief and followed him. Once inside your step slowed a bit and Erik turned to you and smiled. “This is your surprise!”

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Erik was treating you to a spa day, and not just any spa day, you were getting a full-blown makeover. There was a massage table, a waxing table, your favorite hair stylist (because you didn't trust just anyone with your hair), and there were a couple of people that were standing by racks of clothes. You turned to Erik and jumped into his arms and planted kisses all over his face.

“Thank you so much baby!” you cooed between kisses as he laughed.

“No problem,” he responded as he placed you back to the ground. “I’m gonna be back in a couple of hours. I have a few things that I need to take care of, ok?”

You nodded, and he gave you one last kiss before he left. You couldn’t stop smiling as you headed to your first stop, the massage table.

Time flew by quickly, and before you knew it you had been to each station and you were at the very last one picking out clothes when Erik returned. You modeled a couple of outfits for him, the ones that you really liked, and he laughed at your expression when he said that you could keep all of the clothes.

“You ready for surprise #2?” he asked as you began to change into the clothes that you came in.

Your movements stopped and you stared at him, “You mean there’s more?” He nodded and one of the women that were picking out clothes with you handed you a large white box with a red bow on top.

You quirked an eyebrow as you reached for it, it was heavier than it looked. “Baby, what’s this?”

He shrugged and watched you as you opened it. You folded back the tissue paper and your heart skipped a beat. “N’Jadaka,” you whispered, your eyes quickly filling with tears. “How did you get this?” You missed his shrug as you gently lifted the dress out of the box and held it up to your body. “Daka, what does this mean?”

He sighed, and you jumped not realizing how close he had gotten to you. “We’ve been engaged for over three years, and I know that I said that I would wait, but damn Y/N, I just wanna be married to you. This means that we’re finally getting married. Today.”

You hadn’t realized that you were crying until Erik reached his had up and wiped away your tears.

“Why do you think it was so easy to get your mom to watch the twins?” he joked.

“Wait my mom knows?”

“Baby girl, everybody knows. And you have two hours to get ready,” he said as he took a couple of steps away from you. “Oh, and someone wants to see you.” You looked towards the door where you saw Bri standing and watching the two of you. She had the biggest smile on her face and she was crying as well.

“Y/N!” she cried and ran towards you. After you gave birth to the twins Bri came to visit you in Wakanda where she met someone and fell in love. They tried dating long distance, but neither could handle it, so a year and a half later, Bri packed up her house and moved to Wakanda. It was kind of sudden, but she was happy, so you were happy. The only downside was that you didn't get to see her as often as you used to see her. It had been about six months since the last time you saw her.

The woman that was helping you pick out clothes gently removed your wedding dress from your hands before Bri reached you, allowing you to have both hands free to hug your best friend.

“I missed you so much, Bri,” you cried.

“Girl, me too!” Bri exclaimed as she embraced you. “You won’t believe how excited I was when Erik called and told me what he was doing. I’m so excited for you two!”

“I don’t know how he pulled it off,” you wondered. “I mean, he’s with me every damn day, and I didn't suspect a thing.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, let’s get you ready.”

It didn't take long for you to get ready since you had just gotten a makeover, which was nice. Majority of the time was used for traveling to the actual wedding. Bri didn't know exactly where the wedding was going to take place, but she reassured you that you were going to love it.

Once you arrived, Bri took your hand in hers and squeezed, “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, longer than I care to admit,” you replied seriously causing her to smile. The two of you stepped out of the town car after the driver opened the door and you thanked him. Bri gave you one last hug before she slipped away and headed to her spot. Once your eyes focused on your surroundings, you were taken aback by its beauty.

You could see that your entire family was in attendance as you walked towards the crowd. Erik was facing away from you and you couldn’t wait to reach him. Your babies were the first to spot you yelling out a loud “MOMMY!!!” and running up to you and hugging your legs. You couldn’t believe how cute they were at this moment as you hugged them back. The guests turned to see what the commotion was and laughed and ‘awwwed’ at the sight of you hugging your kids. Your cousin that was watching the twins quickly came over and took them back to their places and gave the cue that it was time to start. You watched as your two babies walked down the aisle together, Naomi throwing flowers, and J’Kari carrying the rings. Your heart clenched at the sight. Before you knew it, everyone was standing and staring at you, but there was only one set of eyes that mattered.

You kept your eyes locked on Erik as you made your way down the aisle, not caring one bit that you were crying. When you finally reached him, you noticed that he was crying as well, so you reached up and wiped them away. You didn't hear a word that the minister said, your main focus at that moment was Erik. Your eyes never left him and when it came time for the vows, you listened intently to every word he said. When it was your turn you spoke from the heart, but stumbled a bit when Erik wiped a tear from your eye. The two of you placed each other’s ring on your fingers and repeated after the minister, and before you knew it, you were finally Mrs. N’Jadaka ‘Erik’ Stevens.

The walk back down the aisle with your husband and children was filled with cheers and whistles from your family and friends, and you were still crying once you made it back to the town car. Erik helped you and the kids into the car and once you all were settled he watched you with a goofy smile on your face before he leaned in and kissed you.

“I love you so much, you know that?” you whispered when he pulled back.

“I have an idea,” he winked.

You laughed, and you realized that at that moment, you were the happiest person alive. “I can’t wait to spend my forever with you,” you whispered as Erik threw his arm around you and pulled you in.

Here’s the dress that I pictured

Here’s the aisle that I pictured

Song: Body Party by Ciara

Let me know if the links don’t work!

Tags:

@shegoego @purplepansyofcolorado @boujettobarbie @youreadthatright @wakanda-inspired @yoyolovesbucky @blackchickfics @chaneajoyyy @myboyfriendgiriboy @k-michaelis @shesakillerqeen @inspired--byfashion @txmellayella @mrs-killmonger @naturalistamisslyn @brittyevans @panthergoddessbast @blackpantherislife @theunsweetenedtruth @james-heaven-barnes @loosewindmill @iamrheaspeaks @cgowart @someareblindtoitsbeauty

#erik killmonger x black reader #erik stevens x black reader #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens fanfiction #erik killmonger x plus size reader #erik stevens x plus size reader #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens x reader #bruh #i hope yall like this #cause this is literally the end for this series #i hope it makes sense lol #maree writes

333 notes · View notes