#l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission I Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N: A longggg time ago a lovely anon came in my inbox spitting an idea, and my ass finally got around to making it happen.  It’s a lil modified, but I hope y’all still enjoy it nonetheless.  Thank you anon for your brilliance!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, twirling the forkful of salad around in your fingers as you stare off into space, lost in thought.  Ranch dressing drips off a piece of lettuce onto your tupperware lid, splattering a little onto the table, but you don’t even notice, your mind entirely somewhere else.

“Hello?”

The voice of your best friend, Nichelle, filters through to your brain, and you irritatedly bring your mind back to the present, unhappy to be interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Damn girl! You was zoned tf out! What the hell you thinking about that got your ass stuck like that!?” She interrogates you, her eyes squinted in suspicion.  While you normally wouldn’t have wasted anytime telling her about one of the many sex daydreams you regularly found yourself having, the one between you, Erik, and a certain little razor wasn’t one you were willing to share this time.

This one was your own naughty little secret, made even more special by the fact that this time it was an actual memory rather than a fantasy.

Clearing your throat, you wave her off.

“Nothing girl, just thinking about work,” you lie, popping the salad into your mouth and chewing.

“…Uh huh.” She grunts, not buying it. “All I know is, don’t nobody ever catch me thinking bout work with a smile on my face and biting my lip. You must got some bomb ass benefits girl,” Picking up her own fork she eats a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head at you.

Your nostrils flare and you bring your hand to your mouth to keep food from flying out of it as you snort, laughing from being caught.  You didn’t even realize your face was out here exposing you like that.

“Mind your business, bitch,” you tell her after swallowing, reaching over to grab your tea and take a sip.

“I’m just sayin, if you gone be out here reliving your sexcapades you can at least try not to eyefuck the table while you do it.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you’re grateful this time there wasn’t anything in your mouth because you immediately giggle at her statement.

“Shut the hell up Chelle, damn.” You whisper as your eyes shift around the small outdoor cafe to make sure no one else overheard. “Besides, don’t you have your own man and kinky sex dreams you should be thinking about? Stop being so damn nosy.” You fuss at her, angling your fork before stabbing into her pasta and stealing some.

“Girl I would except that nigga not here” Her head falls back and she grumbles, her face sulking.  “He’s in Georgia at some stupid work ‘thing’, which means I don’t get any dick until next Friday. That’s why I gotta live vicariously through you bitch! Now pleaseee, tell me something, I’m dying over here.”

She gives you a sad puppydog look, poking out her lips at you.

You roll your eyes. “Girl you know that shit don’t work on me.  Why don’t you just FaceTime Brian and tell him you’re horny? Isn’t phone sex y’all’s thing?” You take some more pasta, savoring the delicious Cheesecake Factory takeout.

Blowing a raspberry, she leans her head on her fist.  “We had to stop doing that after he answered the phone with his mom in the car.”

“Wait, WHA-“

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. Anyway,” She waves her hand as if waving the cringey memory away. “How have you and Erik been?  I know y’all probably been fucking nonstop since you got your tests back, huh? Ol bowlegged ass,” she eyes you coyly with a knowing smirk that says ‘I know what y’all been doing’.

You chuckle yet again at your hilarious friend, so thankful for her ability to always keep you laughing.

“Actually, we haven’t been fucking, thank you very much. My broke ass lungs made sure of that.”  You tell her the story of how you almost choked and died from seeing Erik’s dick, and when she finally stopped cackling at you she grabbed your hand, patting the back of it.

“Oh you poor, poor bitch,” Her face turned down into a faux look of pity.  “You might as well reserve your burial plot now because from the looks of it your ass not gonna survive him dicking you down.”

You snatch your hand from hers, glaring at her.

“I mean let’s be honest here,” she continues, ignoring you, “your ass talk a lot of shit, so you’re mad trippin if you don’t think he won’t obliterate your walls given the first opportunity.”

You pick up your phone, opening your messages while you let her words go in one ear and out the other. It was bad enough you had to live with the knowledge that the mere sight of seeing Erik naked had you hyperventilating, you didn’t need to think of what other ridiculous responses your body would have once he actually started putting use to it.

She continues roasting you as you click on a new message from Erik, seeing a link to a video attached.  A message accompanies it.

Put in your headphones before you watch.

You fish your earbuds out of your purse, completely ignoring your friend now.  Clicking them into the audio plug, you put the buds in your ears before clicking on the link.

The video starts with a view of Erik sitting at what looks like his home office desk, clad in a red T-shirt and a pair of black sweats.  The top of his face is cut off, but you can tell its him by the signature keloids sprinkled over his arms and the telltale smirk on his face displaying his gold fronts, letting you know he was up to no good.

“Hi baby, I miss you today,” the audio plays, and you hear his smooth voice bleed into your ears, sounding so sensual.  You almost forget that it’s a video and respond back, wanting to talk to him and tell him you miss him too.

“I can’t wait till you get home, but I wanted to show you something first before you got here.”

He pushes himself away from the desk, rolling back in his chair, and you’re able to see more of his lap now that it’s uncovered.  Lifting his shirt, he takes the bottom of it and tucks it between his teeth, giving you a peep of his uncovered chest and the long thin gold chain hanging under his shirt.

Leaning a little bit closer, your eyes focus on his belly button, thinking you see something odd there when he takes both his hands and pushes his sweats down, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock standing at full attention, the head of which stops just below his navel.

Your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide, completely entranced by the view of your man stripping down for you.  You watch as he takes one of his hands and grabs his heavy member, beginning a slow stroke from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist over the head.  

You feel a slow wetness start to leak from your pussy, and you shift your legs in your seat, not wanting it to seep past your panties.  

Erik continues pumping himself, taking in a ragged breath and speaking to you again.

“You see what you got me doing, princess?” He groans as his hand reaches its peak again, picking up the pace as he continues pleasuring himself.  “I can’t wait till you get home so Daddy can teach you how to touch him. I just need your hands on me babygirl,” He sucks in a breath, moaning as his head falls back. “And that mouth. Fuckkk…”

You lick your lips and swallow as spit fills your mouth, desperately wishing you could climb through the screen and into his lap right now.

Your fingers feel the side of your phone, looking for the volume button to turn it up when you hear something behind you.

“DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Nichelle’s loud ass voice scares the shit out of you and you drop your phone, you earbuds snapping unplugged as it clatters to the ground, and the sounds of Erik moaning at top volume fill the outside patio.

You scramble to pick it up, grateful that other than you two and another single patron in the corner, nobody was really around to hear it.  Flipping your phone to silent, you exhale a deep breath before turning your burning gaze to your friend.

“What the hell!! You scared the fuck out of me! Why is your ass behind me anyway?!” you yell at her, your heart still beating out of your chest.

“You were ignoring me hoe! But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me his dick looked like that?” She points back at your phone screen at the paused video.

You press the home button, exiting out of the video player and dropping your phone in your bag. You growl as you start packing your stuff up, dumping your unfinished lunch into your lunch bag.

“I swear Niche, if you were anyone else I’d be cursing your ass out right now, you’re lucky its you.”  

She stops you and pulls you into a hug, one you grumbly accept as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise, but your face looked so shocked I wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You couldn’t totally be upset about that, given that had it been any other time you’d have probably showed her whatever it was that had your eyes bugging out of your head. Too bad this time it ended up being a home video of Erik.

You shake her off, pushing her away.  “Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going home, I’mma see you later.”  You grab your stuff, leaning over to kiss Nichelle on the cheek before heading out.

“Where you going? You just gonna leave me here?” She calls after you.

“Did you not see the same video I did? I’m going HOME.” You yell back at her over your shoulder, laughing loudly.

“Try not to choke!” She calls after you, cheering you on as you rush yourself to the car.

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Warnings: Baby Smut

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fics #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex III

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Intermission

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: A sexually frustrated virgin? What’s a girl to do….

A/N: Hey yall!!! Wow, SO many directions this chapter could have gone in and I had a hell of a time trying to pick one. Some of this was based off a conversation I had with my good sis @middlegroundd so shoutout to her for helping be bounce my erratic flowing ideas off of her!  Thank you all for sticking around and waiting patiently for this chapter, and thank you to the people who checked up and inquired about this series, I love that you all love it. Hoping this part doesn’t disappoint, still more to come!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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It had been an entire week since the embarrassing night where you’d almost died from getting head, and the long days of sexual depravation were starting to get to you.

After you and Erik patched up your emotional misunderstanding, he had reduced you to forehead kisses and PG cuddle sessions, almost acting like he was too afraid to touch you now that he’d witnessed first hand your lungs limited capabilities.

For the first three days you’d embraced it, using the opportunity to continue building on the emotional foundation you’d created together.  It was always easiest when you were physically close to one another, needing the connection to help keep you grounded and remind you of just how real your feelings were for one another.

You had never really been one for much physical affection in the past, so it completely caught you off guard the first time Erik ever wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, caressing your shoulders. You liked it.

You’d been at the strawberry festival (an event you practically begged Erik to go with you to), and you’d just finished visiting all the food booths, snagging yourselves some delicious strawberry nachos paired with a couple pints of strawberry beer, passing the delicacy between the two of you.

You dipped your finger into the fluffy mountain of whipped cream, swiping it onto his nose and then turning away quickly, popping your finger into your mouth and acting as if nothing happened. You bite down on your index, barely holding in your giggles as you sneak a peek at him, and see his eyebrows raised high with shocked expression on his face.

Your laughing fit takes over you, and you throw your head back and bark a hearty chuckle, so distracted that you almost run into a fence with displays of keychains hanging from it.

Erik catches you by the elbow at the last second, pulling you into him, your soft body bouncing against his hard chest as you catch your balance.

“Uh-huh, that’s what your silly ass gets,” he teases you with a toothy smile, the whipped cream still painted on his face making him look like a goof.

You scoff back playfully, gaze lingering on his handsome face, and before you can catch yourself you lean up on your tippy toes and lick his nose, catching some of the white  sweetness on your tongue.  You lick your lips tastily before realization of what you’d done hits you, and your eyes go wide in fear and embarrassment.

“Umm- I-” you stutter, words caught in your throat as your mind tries to come up with an excuse for why you just oddly licked this mans nose like a puppy.

“Wassup?” He watches you funnily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.

“You tryna taste me, babygirl?” He nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Your face gets hot and you shake your head wildly in denial.

“No! I- I-”

“It’s alright if you were, princess. I’m tryna taste you too.” He bites his lip, winking at you, and even though you can’t feel your face, you’re pretty sure your soft brown cheeks are fire engine red and your mouth is agape.

His eyes switch between yours for a second, soaking in your expression before his own eyes squint together adorably, and he let’s out a cheek aching laugh that makes your heart do funny things.

He tries to mush his sugary face into yours, and you squeal, holding him off with a hand pressed against his chest, feeling something beneath his shirt.  You stop, fingers wandering curiously over his pecs, feeling the strange textured ridges with your fingertips before you feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you.

You pull your hand back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly look up at him, trying at a half smile.

He catches your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss those same finger tips, rubbing them along his lips.

“Don’t ever apologize about being curious with me,” he tells you, giving your a knuckles a charming kiss.

You feel a blush prick at your cheeks from the sweetness of his statement, and you roll your eyes at him before slapping a napkin on his face.

“Cute ass…” you mutter, and he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the sticky substance.

You walk off towards the bathroom, feeling his hand wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, surprising you and making you stutter in your steps.  You feel the warmth of his embrace and the subtle scent of his body wash, and for the first time ever you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You’d never done this “cuddling” thing before, but here, wrapped in his arms, you’d never felt a feeling so… nice.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you twirl a curl around your finger as you sit and reminisce, a lazy smile forming on your lips.

You were so in love, and boy, it showed.  You were ready to take that love to the next level, too, but first: some maintenance.

You lean over and open the bottom drawer of your sink cabinet, reaching in to collect the small black case that held your electric razor.

You place it on the counter, unzipping the pouch and pulling out the necessary items; the razor, the one inch guide, and the small cleaning brush for after you finished.

Erik was currently at the gym with a few of his buddies, so it gave you the perfect amount of time to give yourself a quick shave before hopping in the shower and throwing on the brand new Fenty lingerie that’d just arrived in the mail yesterday.

You were tired of waiting and you were ready to blow Erik’s mind and seduce him into ravaging you the way you wanted him to. The way you needed him to. You were no delicate little flower, and you wanted him to know that.

You shimmy out of your shorts and panties, stepping out of the garments pooled around your feet and grabbing up the razor.

You click the guide in place, double checking to make sure its secure, and you step into the tub, lifting your foot up to prop it on the edge of the pretty white acrylic bath.

You make a quick few swipes on your phone to play one of your Spotify alternative rock playlists and turn on the razor, the music helping drown out the incessant buzzing.

You get down to work, opening your legs wide and spreading and pulling your lower lips taut to help you get the right angle.  You hum along to the lyrics of Pierce The Veil’s ‘Hold On Till May’, letting the somber music dull your senses and help you to concentrate.

You were halfway done with one side when you hear the click of the door latch, Erik’s voice following close behind.  

“Hey baby, have you seen the Epsom sal-”

You shriek in surprise, your hands flying up to your mouth, the razor falling from your grip and clattering against the bottom of the tub, sliding against the sides before settling in the middle.

Erik’s eyes go wide and his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes zeroed in at your half shaven mound, mouth stuck in a wide “O”.

Your hands fly down to your lady parts to cover yourself, your ears hot and burning.

“Don’t you knock anymore?! Get the hell out!” you scream at him, your voice wavering. You swear you could cry right now. Why God? Why did you have to be so cruel?

Erik doesn’t budge, and for what feels like hours you both just stand there, looking at each other, with nothing but the sound of soft rock and the continuous rattle of the razor still dancing against the tub floor.

Erik finally comes to his senses and he blinks his eyes a couple times, turning away to give you some privacy, still saying nothing.

You grab the shower curtain and close it, turning to bend down and grab the razor, finally turning it off.

“What the fuck bruh? Why it take you so fucking long to turn around?” you yell at him, and the aggressiveness in your voice helps to mask the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes that were making you sound a little choked up.

You don’t mean to be talking at him like he was just anybody, but you were angry and embarrassed, again, and you felt humiliated.

You grab a wash cloth from of the shower rack and turn on the tub faucet, rinsing it and your body clean of the pubic hair that peppered it.

Erik was still in the corner facing the wall silently, and you could see him fidgeting nervously with something in from of him.

You finish up and pull down one of the towels hung over the rail, wrapping it around your bottom half.

Opening the shower curtain you step back out, digging your toes into the rug and wiping them off. Erik finally turns around to look at you, his mouth back in working condition.

“I’m sorry Y/N - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t cut yourself, did you? I - I was just tryna…”

“It’s alright, Erik,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes. Your irritation had subsided a bit after your mini shower, and you felt a lot better now that you were covered up a little.

You reach down to collect your shorts and underwear, ready to put them back on again when Erik stops you, pushing your hands away with one of his own.

It’s then that you realize now that his hand was no longer in front of his waist that he had a massive hard on, one that he was failing to cover up with the remaining hand.

“Are… are you hard right now?” you ask him, your mind completely blown.

You were not expecting that. At all.

“I um…” he chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head, staring at the floor.

“I didn’t meant to, you just…” his eyes trails up to fixate on the skin of your exposed calves, lingering there for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.

He clears his throat, trying again.

“You just looked so fucking good…” he whispers out the last few words “… and I wasn’t expecting it,” his voice gets a little louder again, “ and then you got mad and you started yelling, and then it really started to just…” he gestured to his third appendage between his legs, voice trailing off in bashfulness.

You can see his dimples start to show as he smiles a little in embarrassment, eyes finally meeting yours.  “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He takes a deep breath, blowing it out before finishing his little confession. “You’re just so goddamn sexy to me.”  His gaze slowly moves from your feet all the way up to your face, admiring your frame, and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

You stand there with the towel wrapped around your waist, head tilted as you study Erik in disbelief.  He must’ve really been feeling the effects of this week just as much as you were if this was his response to walking in on you shaving your cat.

Once again, Erik Stevens had managed to turn what you thought was a mortifying experience into something so… normal. And, in this case: sexy.

You decide not to waste any time and use this moment to your advantage. You were still horny, after all.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your mouth turns up into an adorable little mischievous smile, one that Erik can always spot from a mile away.

“You think I’m sexy, Stevens?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.

He bites his lip, taking a lazy step in your direction as he looks down at the floor, shrugging.

“Yeah, you cute or whateva I guess,” he says nonchalantly, and you laugh, punching him in the shoulder and making him chuckle.

“Nah, you think I’m gorgeous, you want to hug me,” you start dancing around him in a circle in a silly manner, quoting Gracie Hart from Miss Congeniality. “You want to love me, you want to smooch me,” you keep on singing, and Erik’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your cute ass childish antics, grabbing your waist from behind and pulling you into him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, smushing sloppy kisses into your cheek as he rocks your bodies back and forth, groaning into your skin.

“Mm… I wanna do allll of that,” he mutters, pulling at the knot in the towel, “and so much more…”

You’re focused on his lips nibbling away at your skin, but when the cold air hits your lower portion you yelp, grabbing at the towel and wrapping yourself back up tightly.

“Wait! Right now?” you remember the semi mullet situation you had going on down south due to being so rudely interrupted, and your eyes go wide. “Like, right now right now?!” No way were you letting him see that. Well, not again, at least.

“Girl, don’t act like you ain’t been tryna drop hints at me since Thursday. I be seeing them short ass skirts and shit you be wearing when we go out, showing off them sexy ass legs in them fishnets. Lucky I don’t spank that ass for showing off like that,” he bites at your neck.

You laugh flippantly at his threat, pushing him off you.

“Boy, bye. If I wanna prance around in short ass skirts in public then I’mma prance around in short ass skirts in public and ain’t shit you can do about it. Try again.”  

You shut him down quick. You’d be damned if this nigga was gonna try to interfere with your dress game, especially after you’d finally been able to find the perfect skater skirts and dresses that actually covered your ass and looked flattering.  Plus, summer just started, and you were not about to go back to wearing jeans and sweatpants in this heat.

He takes note of your response, storing it in the back of his mind for later.  It might not be today, but he was going to teach you about showing that ass of yours, his ass, off to other people.  He’d make sure it’d be a lesson you never forget.

“Uh-huh. Keep that same energy,” is the only comment he makes on the subject, and he walks over to the toilet seat, flipping the top down and sitting on it, patiently waiting.  

“Soo, wassup? Why you so shy all of a sudden, little Miss Vixen,” he bites his tongue at that, grinning snidely at you.

“By the way, ya Fenty Lingerie came in the mail yesterday. Very sexy, I might add,” he winks at you, and your jaw drops.

Dammit! That was supposed to be a surprise! It was impossible trying to hide things from this nigga, even in your own goddamn apartment.

You point a finger at him, eyes narrowed. “You gon learn to stop going through my shit, dammit.”

He points a finger right back, eyeing you with warning. “And you gon learn to watch that tone when you speaking to me, Y/N.  Not my fault you be leaving your laptop open on the couch.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and propping yourself on the wall by the door.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you done now? Can you leave?” You were about done with his witty little comments right about now.

You’d been busted in on, had your surprise ruined, and now you were being scolded like a child.

This was not part of the sexy seduction night you had in mind, and at this point you were ready to just finish shaving, take a long, hot shower and snuggle up in your bed with your favorite onesie on. (You may or may not have also planned to lay all up under Erik as well, but you’d get to that later.)

You turn the knob and open up the door, gesturing with a head nod to help drive the point home.  He sighs, getting up and stretching him arms high above his head, groaning loudly and making an exaggerated show out of it.

You smack your gums, rolling your eyes at his extra ass, but when they come back around they land on the small bit of exposed skin right below his navel that you can see peeking out.  Your eyes linger on the little round scars decorating the pretty brown skin of his happy trail, and you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about what lies beneath the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips.

“See something you like, princess?” You’re ripped from your thoughts, and you clear your throat as you make eye contact with him, seeing that smile up on his lips.  You can only imagine the thirsty ass look you just had on your face, and you internally groan.

“Im ready to see the walls of my shower, Erik. Now bye.”

He slowly makes his way on over to the door, accepting his dismissal.  Right as he reaches it, instead of walking out, he closes it.

“Yo what the f-“ he covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, pressing you back against the wall, and he leans down, his face close to yours.

“You been talkin to me real fucking reckless ever since I stepped foot in this bathroom, lil girl.  All that sexual frustration got you feelin real bold, huh?”  

You can hear your hard breaths against his hand, and they grow rapid as he leans closer, putting his face centimeters from yours. You nod your head vigorously in answer, not wanting to chance it.

“Mhm. That’s what I fucking thought. It’s alright tho babygirl, cuz Daddy gon take care of you real quick.  Lift up your arms.”

You do as he says, holding both your arms up above your head and flat against the wall.  He removes his palm against your mouth and reaches up to grab both your wrists in a tight firm grip, locking you in place.

He looks down between the two of you to the towel still covering you, and he takes his other hand and hooks a finger into it, tugging it loose.

It’s then that you notice that he also has the razor in his hand, and your eyes glance over to the spot where you left it on the counter, only to see it bare.

The towel falls at your feet, and now you’re naked from the waist down, Erik’s eyes drinking everything in.

He hikes one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.

“Keep it there.”

Taking the razor, he starts grazing the teeth of the guide against the inside of your thigh, careful not to press down too hard.  The sensation is rough and scratch-like, but it sparks something in your center, and you start to squirm a little at the tickling feeling.

He makes long soft scraping motions, starting at the junction at your pelvis and dragging the razor down the length of your thigh.  Your back arches and your thigh shakes a little bit, almost faltering.

You gasp at the slip up, looking up at Erik only to find his eyes already peering into yours.

“Every time it falls, you get another one.” Is all he says.

“What?” The razor clicks on, and your head immediately snaps down to the buzzing device.  He flips it around in his palm, the razored edge facing him and the rounded tip of the other end pointing towards you.

He puts it to your navel and your belly jumps at the sensation, and he starts to rub it up and down, teasing your sensitive skin with the vibration.  He travels his way down to your mound, letting it run over your already dampened lips and cover the black plastic in your slick.

Its right below your clit and you can feel the buzzing ghosting over you, and you try to grind your hips up at an angle to catch it.

Click. He turns it off and you whimper, the sound sounding sad and pathetic in your ears.

“Stay still. I’m not saying it again.”  He eyes you for a few seconds, waiting for you to put up a fight, and when you don’t he turns the razor back on and places it back on your lips, this time right above your clit.  

You can feel the vibrations through your lips, and you let out a shuddering moan, watching in awe at Erik’s movements. He draws the end of the razor up and down, making small circles to tease you.  Your legs want desperately to jerk and shake, but you hold it together, tensing the muscles in your abdomen to try and keep yourself still.

He finally parts your lips with his fingers and lets the rounded end make contact with your clit, and you groan, the guttural sound getting caught in your throat.

It felt amazing. It wasn’t exactly the same as the toys you had in the back of your closet, but there was something so risky and exciting about it all.

Not only was he finally touching you again, he was borderline fucking you with the back of an electric razor.  The man was a Certified Freak ™, and it only made you grow more wet thinking about all the risqué scenarios you were no doubt going to find yourself in with him in the future.

The sensitivity on your clit was reaching its peak and you turn your head to the side and scream into your arm, teeth clamping down on your skin to try and keep quiet.

Erik bends down and bites your exposed neck, sucking harsh bruises underneath your jaw.

“You wanted some attention and now I’m giving it to you, what’s the problem baby girl?” He whispers into your ear, grazing the shell of it with his teeth that sends a shiver down your back before attacking your neck again.

He grinds the end of the razor harder into the hood of your clit, and your head falls back, a single tear trailing down your face.  You were so ready to explode all over the place, but you didn’t trust your legs not to give out once you did.

“Daddyyyyy,” you whimper in between hisses of breath, “I can’t- fuck- I’m gonna fuckin cum fuckkk,” you drag a ragged breath into your lungs, and Erik licks the tear from your cheek, kissing you there.  

You gasp for air, trying again.  “Imna fall… c-can’t hold my legs, Daddy, pleaseee.” You turn your head to face him and he comes up for air from your neck, and you can already feel the soreness of the no doubt dark purple spot he’s left behind.

“You gonna cum?” He presses his face into yours, his lips smothering yours in a sloppy wet kiss. “Huh?”

“Yesyesyes,” you mutter back, pecking small forgiving kisses wherever you could.  Another rush of pleasure takes over you, and you can only stand there and wail as you try and keep a grasp on the remainder of your self control.  

He lets go of his hold on your arms above your head and they fall to your sides, feeling like dead weight. He grabs your jaw hard and speaks into your mouth.

“You done talking to me crazy then? And wearing short ass shit out the house like you fuckin grown? Huh?”

“Yes Daddy shittt, I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Even in your barely lucid state you had absolutely no intention of actually following through with that last part, but you’d deal with the consequences later. Right now you needed this nut, or you were sure you’d break down and cry.

“Come on and cum then. Cum for Daddy Y/N.”  He drops your face and holds up the legs you’d miraculously kept from slipping, and you grab on to his t-shirt with your fingers, burying your face into his chest as you let your orgasm take over you.

You entire body shakes from the force of it, and Erik keeps you pressed back against the wall to prevent you from pushing too hard and making him cut himself on the whirring blades.

You stay stuck against the wall for about three minutes, your muscles aching as your pussy empties itself of all your liquids, dripping down both your and Erik’s legs.

While you can still hear the buzzing noise you can’t feel it anymore, your clit numb from being worked so hard.  He clicks it off, reaching behind him and letting it slide down into the sink.

He cleans his fingers of your juices, making nasty smacking noises as he enjoys your flavor.  When he finishes, he grabs up your other leg, pulling your lifeless body from the wall and carrying you out of the bathroom to lay down with you on the bed.

He lets himself fall back gently onto the mattress, rubbing circles into your back as you curl up on top of him, nuzzling your nose into his chest and breathing in his cologne - a favorite of yours- that he always wore for you.

Both of you lie there for a few moments in silence, letting each other soak in the eroticism of what just happened.

He peeks down at you, seeing nothing but frizzy rogue curls and the rise and fall of your back from your labored breathing.

He lets his head rest back and looks up at the ceiling, smiling to himself like a total idiot.

God. You had him wrapped right around your little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, he didn’t want to do anything about it. He was yours. Utterly and entirely, and there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here, with you.

“Your little ass got me sprung, you know that?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, and you stir underneath him as his hand still rubs your back.  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl.”

A few seconds go by with no response, and he looks back down at you to see if you heard him.

“Y/N-” “KKCCCCAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH” your chainsaw like snore rips right through his sentence, and it’s so loud and sudden he almost bursts into laughter, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it together.

Yeah. He was yours. All yours.

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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Softboi! Erik if you squint, Daddy!Kink

#TheHomieFics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fics #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger fan fiction #bp #l.t.a.s. #ltas

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex II

Chapter 1 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N:  First off, I wanna say thank you soooo muchhhh to all the fantastic comments you all left on part one. I’m so glad yall were able to relate and enjoy what I thought was a really weird and unusual “fear” I had. I’m absolutely horrible with responding to comments on my stories because I’m such an anxious and awkward human but I read and honestly appreciate all the funny sweet ass comments n feedback yall leave me n I’ll start working on that some more because I don’t show how much I really appreciate and love you all enough.

Also.... if you wanna know what happened back in the car in part one... here’s a lil sum sum. I’m not saying thats what happened, but I’m saying it was close...(ish)...

[Link is NSFW turn down that brightness n volume peeps]

Warnings: (This one I’ll put here cuz I feel it’s important) There’s a little bit of breathing/breath issues that happen at the end (non life-threatening), and if this is something that makes you anxious/ feel like you can’t breathe I want you to know upfront. It was written in the vein of comedy and it doesn’t go too into detail, but I don’t want you being surprised and having a panic or anxiety attack yourself if this affects you.

Rest of the warnings are at the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sit there looking dumbfounded, lips still smushed together from the vice-like grip he had around your mouth. It was actually the sexiest thing to you when he snatched you up like this, and your eyes flicked down to his forearm to sneak a peek at his constricted muscles. The small raised bumps decorating his skin had you wanting to lick your lips and run your fingers up and down that strong ass ribbed arm of hi- fuck.

The game hadn’t even started and already he had you feeling some typa way from just a firm grasp on your jaw.

Okay, focus Y/N.

You really didn’t want to lose this stupid bet again. I mean, this nigga was so petty, he was actually keeping score on his damn phone.  You wanted to try and one-up him at least one last time, but his foul ass mouth and the hungry stare he was giving you had you wanting to say ‘fuck it’ and rip both your clothes off right now.

Your tongue rolls around in your mouth as you take a few seconds to think (and breathe), ultimately deciding that the only way you’d be able to end this would be by  changing your approach. You were going to have to make Erik moan before you did.

Pulling your face from his hand, you lean back in his lap, opening up your body to bait him.  He eyes you cautiously, and you sigh, boredly, making a gesture with your hands as if to say, ‘well, get on with it’.

He smacks his lips before placing them at the top of your sternum, mumbling against your skin.

“Girl, don’t act like you don’t want this tongue. Ol’ dramatic ass…”

To further accentuate his point, he flicks his tongue a few times before pressing it to you and sliding it down the middle of your chest, pressing a wet kiss into you once he reaches the valley of your breasts. His hands push under your tank top up from the back, palming your smooth, chocolate brown skin, and he digs his fingernails right into your sides as he grips your love handles.

“Mmmm, God I love your body so much, Y/N,” he tells you, and you whimper, both at the deep rumble that comes from his chest and the little stutter your heart makes when he says it.

Not a single time in your life had anyone ever told you that before, but not a single part of you doubted the truth behind his confession. He really was the one for you.

He dips his head lower to give soft bites to your clothed tummy before hiking up the thin material to reveal the cute black and white diamond jaguar belly button stud he’d bought for you on his birthday.

“This all mines, baby? This right here?” he asks you, giving soft pecks to your middle, fingers digging deeper into you as his eyes flick up to yours. You’d been so distracted by the view you had of Erik’s plump lips loving all over you, you completely forgot all about your plan.  As you look down into the brown pools he had for eyes, you swear you could see a hint of malice lurking somewhere behind them.

With every grope, squeeze, and rough breath he took, the sensitivity between your thighs continued to grow.  It was a double edged sword at this point, but you felt your breaths start to become short and clipped, so you roll your hips and grind hard against his lap with all of your weight.

You hear his groan catch in his throat as he almost slips up, and he slaps your ass with a heavy hand in retaliation, the sound bouncing off the walls around you. Your grip on his shoulders tightens at the sharp pain, and you try again, this time reaching down to grind your palm into his crotch, finally feeling how rock solid he is.

He pulls his mouth from you right as you make contact, and for a second, you think you finally best him at his own game when he twists his body and shifts your positions, slamming your back onto the sofa. You land softly but hear the air whoosh out of the cushions around you, and your heart rate speeds up, loving how aggressive he’s finally being with your body. You look down to see him get eye to eye with your navel, body wedged between your thick thighs.

“…so you really was just tryna play me, huh…” he mutters, face pressed back against your tummy. He starts scratching his head up and down against your soft skin, tongue leaving wet trails as he nuzzles into you, and your mind swirls so much from the sensation it doesn’t even register that he’s asked you a question.

Right as you begin to undulate your hips, he drags his face up your body and pushes your shirt all the way up, stopping to give a sharp bite to the inside of your breast.

“Answer me,” he growls, and pulls at your skin, letting his teeth scrape against your flesh as it releases from his mouth. Your back arches into him, fingers digging into his braids trying to both pull him away from you and push him closer, and he takes your nipple in between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.

You’re sputtering at this point, not even sure what it is you’re trying to say, just knowing  you’d say whatever you needed to get some relief from his mouth.

“Shit… yesyesyes..” you hiss, hoping its was he wants to hear.

“Yeah? You was tryna play me little girl? Is that watchu saying?” He slurps the other nipple into his mouth as he wraps one of your thighs around him, smacking the side of it. Shit. Wrong answer.

You try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but he grinds himself into you roughly, and your mind goes blank again.

You have no idea how long its been since he started, but you were sure it had to have been longer than 45 seconds by now. The more he mercilessly rubbed himself against you, the closer you got to letting out some ungodly sound you weren’t even aware you could make.

It was obvious at this point that this freaky bastard was trying to get back at you for ruining his pants the other week, but you had no idea that Erik wanted to do more than just ruin yours; he wanted you to ruin the couch, too.

Erik’s heavy breathing is deep in your ear as he circles his hips, grinding into you at a delicious angle, and you grab on to his shoulders for leverage as you try and ride out the wave of pleasure that runs through you. When you catch a reasonable amount of breath, you reach down to try and push at his pelvis, hoping he’ll let you have a break.

He laughs, grabbing your throat and turning your head to face him.

“Nah, we not stopping till you give me all my moans. I want to hear every single one of them.”

You bite down on your lip hard, burying your face into his shoulder as you try one last time not to break. Erik stops grinding and reaches down between your spread legs, smoothing his hand against your crotch before reeling back and giving you a sharp pop.  Your hips jump up in response and the first sound leaves your lips: a weak cry that falls short of its potential.

Erik’s fingers rub firmly against you through the spandex material, smoothing out the slight stinging the slap left behind.

“Nuh -uh, you gon have to do better than that baby. Where my moan at, huh?” He talks into your neck, sucking into your skin.

He spreads your legs wider, sliding down your body until he’s eye to eye with your rapidly soaking center. He rests his head on your thigh against the couch while he slides the other one to hang off the side.

Taking one finger, he lazily runs the tip up your slit, circling your clit lightly before dragging it back down to his starting point.

He repeats this for about 2 minutes, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure to keep you at a standstill in your orgasm.  Letting out a whimper, you try and plead with him.

“Baby… please,” you whisper, fingers digging into his wrist to try and pull him closer, “f- feels… so good… harder…”

“Then stop playin games and give me what I want.” He grunts, pressing kisses into the underside of your leg.

You moan louder this time, nodding your head as you push your hips up to rub against him. He finally starts caressing you with all four fingers again, and you can feel the heat from your center start to radiate out. He feels it too, and he curses, leaning down to press a firm kiss there.

“Fuck baby, I can taste you through the fabric .Thats how wet you are. Take this shit off.” He growls, nipping at the skin inside your thigh.

You do as he says, reaching down to shimmy out of the tight shorts. As soon as they’re off, he flips your legs up, pushing your knees as he slides in place ready for his meal, and he gives a deep groan as soon as he see’s the thong you’ve got on.

Rubbing his nose up and down your slit, he hums into you, sticking his tongue out to poke and lap at the wet material still blocking his access.

“You lucky you got on Daddy’s favorite panties right now otherwise this shit would be in pieces.” (You’d found them one day while shopping online for a rave, and as soon as Erik saw them he begged you to get them. He was so glad to finally see them being put to good use.)

“I’ve been waiting to taste this pussy for so long baby. Can Daddy taste you, princess?”

You huff out a whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you throw your head back, trying to get yourself together.

Erik was about to make it past the panty barrier, something he’d never done before, and you needed a second to prepare yourself mentally for what was about to happen.

To say you were excited would be the understatement of the century, but even so, just a touch of nervousness still came with it.

By the fourth month of dating, you’d grown used to Erik shoving his hand down your pants any chance he got, always eager to rub you to orgasm, public or private spaces be damned. But those magic fingers of his working your clit was something you never got used to, and they always had you clutching the nearest shoulder, table, or seat edge for dear life as you’d flood your underwear with your juices.

If he could do all that with just his fingers, the thought of what that mouth could do  once combined had you already trying to close your legs and shield you from him.

He was having absolutely none of it, shoving your knees back up to your chest before wrapping one of your arms around them, making you hold them back.

“Nah, Daddy’s through with being nice. Move again and I’mma have seven course meal, keep playing wit me.”

Your clit twitches at his statement and you clutch your legs together and hold them, determined now to stop messing with this demon of a man. It was all fun and games until you remembered you had places to be the next day, and that the ability to walk would be appreciated.

“Pull em to the side.” He commands, and his eyes are laser focused now on your pussy. You do it, hooking your fingers around the crotch before pulling them off to the left, revealing your pretty pink bud and flower. Erik makes the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard come out of him, and it prompts you to pull at the hood of your clit, revealing even further its erect posture.

He wastes no time accepting the invitation and dives right in, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue dances all around it. Whatever inhibitions you had that were keeping you meek and quiet a few minutes ago all flew directly out the window, and you bucked your hips wildly as your moans spilled unfiltered from your lips. You sounded like an underpaid pornstar the way you gasped in between wails, but if Erik didn’t seem to mind, then you wouldn’t give a fuck.

You had more important things on your plate right now, like trying to figure out how you were going to get Erik off of yours.  He was devouring you like a starved animal, and you highly doubted that he’d be done with you after just one orgasm.

With all the attention on your clit, your first one came roaring in minutes, and you lifted up from the couch as all your muscles clench, cumming hard.  

After cleaning up his mess, he decides to move further south for a second helping, attacking you with his tongue.  With both hands spreading your cheeks wide, he covers your pussy with his entire mouth, his wide tongue reaching as far as it can into you as he sucks at your clit again.

You’re chanting encouraging praises now, your free hand pushing him into you as you try and ride against his face with your hips.  As your second orgasm comes you feel your insides push out, and Erik removes his tongue just in time to see your wetness gush out of you, and he laps it all up, not giving you any time to recover.

Your legs are twitching now from the overstimulation, but you’re still ready for him, eager for him to continue.

Introducing a finger, he gently pokes and prods at your entrance before slowly sliding it in, licking up any nectar that leaks out of you.

You already had the conversation (during one horny, smoke-filled night) about how you never were one for fingering yourself, and always preferred clitoral stimulation instead (which is why Erik’s fingers all but stayed glued there). You always felt like you were never able to get the right angle for it to work, even when you used the vibrating dildo you’d specifically bought for g-spot stimulation.

So when he started to finger fuck you, at the most you expected a feel good feeling, with occasional spikes of pleasure.

What you got was a ripple of sensation, and once his expert finger immediately found your g-spot, you felt yourself squeeze tightly, and he inserted another one, giving you a few slow pumps to loosen you back up. You felt fuller than you’d ever felt, desperate to hold on to every moment of his fingers moving in and out of you. Every single stroke felt better than the last, and there wasn’t a single part of it you weren’t enjoying.

With your free hand you weakly tried to push him in further, your own thumb playing with your clit as you watched his fingers disappear again and again inside of you.

You had been stifling your breath and holding it in for a little too long, and short gasps of breath were all you could take since regular breathing was now out the window.

You felt something start to turn at the back of your pussy, and your back arches up from the couch as it starts to come. Your body begins to shake, and you want to warn him, prepare him of the absolute mess that you’re about to make, but your unable to do anything other than screw your eyes shut and clutch the cushions.

Erik uses this opportunity to move to the side of you, pushing down on your lower abdomen with one hand as he continues to pummel into you with the other one.  You can feel everything in this position, and somehow your body seizes up even tighter, your muscles starting to ache from their hold.

You open your eyes just in time to see Erik spit a long string of saliva that lands right on your clit, and the evil smirk you see when you look up at Erik makes you come unraveled.

Your hips lift up as your core starts to jerk, spurts of liquid streaming out of you and landing all over Erik and the couch, getting everywhere. You feel your face contort and scrunch into what you can only imagine is the ugliest fucking face, and you don’t even realize your screaming until you stop to take a breath, feeling the soreness collect in the back of your throat.

He keeps pumping you, milking you for everything you have, and it takes you clawing at his forearm and accidentally scratching him for him to stop.

You collapse onto your back as he sucks in a breath, moaning at the stinging pain from the scratch before finally pulling his fingers out of you, slurping them into his mouth and catching the drips down his wrist.

You struggle to will yourself back to some form consciousness as you lay there, spent, silently thanking god because you were about three pumps away from having an actual asthma attack.

It was absolutely fucking ridiculous that you were really about to go into respiratory shock over getting fingered, and a small part of you was beginning to wonder if this whole sex thing was gonna work for your lungs.

Had common sense not flown the cuckoos nest that was your brain, you probably would have had the sense to tap out from this session a couple minutes ago to catch your breath.

Unfortunately, the Dumb Bitch Disease you’d contracted at the tender age of 12 decided to make a fierce comeback, and it had you unknowingly ready to die right here on Erik’s couch for a nut.

The coroner might have been able to call you a stupid ass bitch once they received your dead body, but dammit they couldn’t call you a weak one.

Erik finishes cleaning his fingers as you try to revive yourself, and he pulls off his soaked shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch.

Seeing the wet stains still painted around his mouth and the way his pecks jump as he moves makes your breaths go shallow, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate again.

When he pulls down his pants, his thick, veiny member emerges with a bounce, and its like you can feel the weight of it, even across the couch in your half dead position.  

Your mouth drops open as it starts to water, and you simultaneously start to take in hiccups of breath, your lungs still struggling to breath normally. At the exact wrong time you decide to swallow, and now you’re coughing, chest heaving from the quick jerks you couldn’t control as you sit there and choke on your own spit. This night was quickly turning out to be one of the most mortifying you’d ever had.

Erik stops and peers down at you, the most confused and wild look painting his face.

“….Uhh …baby… you OK?”

You want to wave him off to keep him from worrying, but you’re too busy patting your chest as you finally stop coughing. You try your voice and open your mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a ragged breath that drags out of your lungs, and you sound like a middle aged chain smoker.

“Oh my god… girl are you bout to have a damn asthma attack?!”

“No I’m *gasp* fine I’m just *wheeze* trying to *choke* catch my breath.”

“Really baby. Why you breathin so heavy then.”

“Cuz I’m fucking *wheeze* fat nigga now *struggle* leave me alone.”

He pulls back up his pants and gets off the couch entirely, pacing at the foot of it while you try (and fail) to gather your breath. He would rub at your chest to help soothe you, but he figured he’d already done enough damage so far. He watches you cautiously as he pulls out his phone, fingers moving over the dial pad ready to press send on ‘911’.

“Your lungs sound like a damn bagpipe babe, I’m calling the paramedics.”

“Erik *wheeze*, I swear to god if you call somebody…” You couldn’t think of anything worse right now than having to explain yourself to a room full of officers and EMT’s that the reason they were summoned at 7:00 on a Friday night was because you got too hot and bothered and forgot how to perform the simple task of respiration. The thought alone got you to finally focus, concentrating on the rhythm of your breaths as they grew slower.

“You can’t even breathe right now baby! What I’m gon do, just sit here and watch you suffocate?!”

“Ain’t nobody suffocating, omg.” You were finally able to form full sentences.  “Look, just go in the bathroom and get my inhaler.” See? All you needed was a minute.

“You had that here the WHOLE TIME and you ain’t say nothin!?”

“Erik please…”

After a lingering look, he stalks off into the direction of the bathroom, releasing a frustrated groan at how not serious you were taking this.

“I can’t fucking believe my fucking girlfriend really out here ready to die for the dick and all I did was pull my pants down.”

“Hush boy and bring back a washcloth!” You yell after him, already knowing you’re gonna be paying for that when he gets back.

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Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Humor,

Here’s to all my asthmatic bitches out there 🥂for not only shall we live by the dick, we shall die by the dick😂😂

#lmfaoaoaoaoa im so lame ok ignore me yall #tags r cominnnnn #erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #erik killmonger headcanon #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N:  Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK        Gender: MALE        Age: 26       DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA                                    NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA                                  NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1                                      NON -REACTIVE

HIV  TYPE 2                                     NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1                              NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2                              NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR                                 NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu.  You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch.  He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.  

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers.  Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous.  Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair.  I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours.  For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist.  Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it.  Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

#lets not drag me for something i can't explain XD XD XD XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Erik’s a little upset after last chapter’s events…

A/N: So these intermissions are gonna be little breaks in between the main storyline. Basically they’re the random ideas I get that aren’t big enough for a full chapter.

For this one, I don’t think I’ve ever written this type of story before so I’m not super sure if I did it right. Let me know if you have any feedback! Also this story starts off in the past, then catches up to itself in the present. I’m not sure if the transition worked or if it was clear, but if you have feedback on that it would also be super appreciated.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Ok, now hold it in … 1…2…3… ok now let it out.”

You exhale, tasting the remnants of the Albuterol on your tongue as you drum your fingers against the counter, taking in a couple more practice breaths. You’re glad you have something to stay focused on to keep you from rolling your eyes in the most annoyed way. He just wants to help, Y/N.

“I swear Erik… I’m fine… baby can we please just-”

“No talking.”

“Baby I’m just-”

“Hush, Y/N.” He gives your words back to you, and you hush, eyes drifting up to the ceiling in a subtle, lazy eye roll.

“You not slick, I saw that.” You want to mock him so bad, but you don’t want to push it, knowing how on edge he already was from the whole situation.

*10 Minutes Earlier*

“I can’t find it!!” You hear drawers being pulled open and contents shuffling around noisily before hearing it slam and another one open.

You pad into the hallway, trying to cautiously peek around the corner into the now trashed bathroom. You see stuff thrown everywhere, hair brushes and picks scattered all over the counter and jars of various products littering the floor. You find Erik under the cabinet, pulling out even more items, making a complete mess.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask him, trying to step through the increasingly cluttered space.

“I’m looking for your medicine! Come on now, baby!” You hear the panic start to rise in his voice, and you hold your hands up in defense.

“Ok, ok, dumb question, my bad.” You try to alleviate his nerves with some light humor. “But hun…I just wanna ask one thing,”

“What? Wassup baby?” You hear the echo of his voice from inside the enclosed cabinet, still hearing him move stuff around. You chew on your bottom lip, hoping he’ll take the moment to laugh at himself and relax a little bit.

“Why would the medicine be under the sink, babe?”

The shuffling stops and he pulls himself out of the cramped space, head popping up. “Oh,”.

You laugh, shaking your head at him as you reach over to pop open the sink cabinet.

“Dumbass,…” you mutter, grabbing the inhaler off the second shelf before closing it and turning around, leaning on the counter.

“Uhh… you know you cleaning this shit up by yourself, right?” You point with the inhaler around the bathroom, and Erik just looks at you, the most unamused expression plastered there.

He looks so done with you, and if you didn’t still have phlegm clogging up your chest, you’d be doubled over in laughter right now. You didn’t mean to be laughing at your sweet, caring man, but you just couldn’t help it. Here he was, completely flipping out over something you’ve been dealing with since you were born, and it was the most entertaining thing to you. He was so spoiled, having lived with functioning lungs his whole life. What a baby.

“Look E, if that bitch death really want me, she gon have to come a lot harder than a couple coughing spells and some rogue spit.” You say, trying to acknowledge the issue and move it along.

“Ok Y/N, you talking that shit, but you was deadass bout to choke just now.”

“Actually now that I think about it, why are we talking about the past? Can’t we just move on?” you suggest fakely, starting to backtrack and change the subject now.  You were willing to move past this and write it off as an embarrassingly funny story until he started hitting you with the facts, and you realized he was being far more serious than you thought.

“Uh huh, sitting there talking all that mess with ya broke ass lungs.  Why you still wheezing, huh?”

He starts shoving stuff back into the cabinet, closing it before moving you aside to scoop all the stray items on the counter into a drawer before lifting you on it to sit. You make a face at the cold counter against your naked warm skin, but you don’t say anything. You don’t even give him an answer, not trusting yourself to do so without your voice cracking and you bursting into tears. (Ok, maybe you were being a little dramatic, but I mean, you and your broke ass lungs had feelings too, dammit!)

He takes the inhaler from you, standing between your still soaked thighs and he places it in front of your lips.

“Open.”

And thats how you found yourself, presently.

You comply, sighing as you do it. Checking with his eyes watching yours, he waits until you exhale fully, then gives you a pump of the medicine at the same time you inhale. He repeats the count again, and you drag it out, giving the medicine some extra time to clean out your airway before finally breathing out through your nose. You’re so glad you didn’t keep the accompanying attachment for the inhaler at his place too, otherwise he’d really have you fucked up. You already felt dumb for having him sit here and give you your medicine like you weren’t capable of doing it on your own.

“Okay Dr. Webber, you done now?” You swing your legs over the edge, feeling like a child in the nurses office waiting to be let back onto the playground.

“Don’t be calling me that old nigga,” he mumbles, reaching around you to grab one of the wash clothes hanging over the shower and flipping on the warm tap.

You watch him quietly as he runs the wash cloth under the water, rinsing it out and then repeating the action. When he gets the washcloth to an even warm temperature, he stops the sink to allow a small pool to collect before turning off the faucet and ringing the excess water from the cloth.

He helps clean you off, wiping away your sticky fluids from between your legs before rinsing out the rag in the sink, ringing it out and lifting your leg to start again.

If felt nice to be taken care of and fussed over, and you sit back and let him do his thing, knowing that he was busying himself because there was something on his mind he wasn’t ready to say yet. You wanted him to know that you were here and you were ready to listen, but you didn’t want to rush him, so you start off gently.

“E,” you tilt your head to the side, trying to look him in the eyes. He acknowledges you with a glance up to you, finishing up wiping you off and dumping the wet rag in the sink and letting the water out. He braces himself over it, heaving a big sigh, head hanging down.

“Erik…” you try again, whispering, softly grabbing at his pinky with your index and holding it. You feel him squeeze you back.

You lean forward to let your head fall on his shoulder, eyes closed, fingers still locked, content with being with him like this. You just needed him to know that you were here, and you were staying, and that even if it took him hours to say what he felt you would still be here patiently waiting.

It takes a little while, but he finally pulls his face from the warm spot on your neck, pressing kisses onto your cheek and over your eyes until he reaches your forehead. He wraps you in both of his arms in a huge bear hug and hold you against him, resting his head on top of yours.

“You scared the shit out of me baby,” his voice is heavy, and you can hear the terror behind it as he takes in a shaky breath. You clutch him tighter, your heart skipping.

“And the worst part, was that you didn’t even seem to care.”

You pull back, your own breath starting to hitch as you look at his face, seeing the hurt there. Your heart ached. You would have never tried brushing it off so quickly had you known how much your asthma attack actually affected him.

“No,” You grab his face in your hands, wanting so much to take his pain away, “Baby no! I care! Of course I care! I love you Erik, you know that…”

“I know you do. But I’m talking about you, baby. You didn’t seem to care about yourself… and I didn’t know what to do. I just felt so stuck and helpless and then you sounded so bad…”

You didn’t want to interrupt him, wanting him to say everything he was feeling to help him verbalize it, but you also didn’t want him to start spiraling down a rabbit hole worrying himself with ‘what ifs’.

“Hey, hey,” You stroke his face, bringing it to yours and holding him there. “It’s okay, I hear you baby, I’m with you. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You caress his cheek as you slow down your breath by example, letting him sync up with you until you were both taking deep, steady breaths.

“I never meant to scare you, I promise. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You hear your own voice start to become choked up too, and even though you don’t want to, you let it come, tears streaming down your face.

You were upset to know that something you treated so casually made him feel this way, and you were upset with yourself for not taking how he felt into consideration when you reacted the way you did.

“I need to know that you’re in this with me, Y/N. I need to know that you care about yourself as much as I do. Cuz when you told me not to call the cops, I was so afraid of what could’ve happened…. and for a second I really thought I was gonna end up alone again…”

You heart all but shatters in a million pieces at the last part, knowing how hard it was for him to refer to the things from his past. Even though it hurt to hear, you were glad he was being honest to help you put things in perspective.

You didn’t realize how many offhanded, crappy jokes you were always making about yourself until you really thought about it. Degrading, dismissive, and crude jokes aimed at yourself had become an almost standard part of your personality, and you were always writing yourself off as part of a humorous anecdote.  It was a defense mechanism you’d picked up a long time ago in an effort to try and hurt your own feelings first before someone else had the chance to, and without you even noticing it had become the standard way you chose to speak to yourself.

It was no wonder Erik was upset; all he ever hears is you talk down to yourself. You take a moment to flip the scenario, trying to identify how you would feel if you were in Erik’s shoes, and you sniffle some more.

It would hurt your soul to hear Erik talk about himself so horribly and not take his health seriously, and you don’t need to hear anything else from Erik to understand where he’s coming from.

“I’m in this with you, Stevens. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You mumble into his lips, both of you looking into each others eyes.  He looks between yours for a few moments before he finally relaxes, belief from your words calming him.

He finally presses his lips into yours, kissing you deeply.

“I’m sorry, baby,” You mutter one last time, breaking the kiss.

“Y/N,”

“Yes?”

“I forgive you,”

“Okay,”

“But I’m still upset with you. So let me just kiss you, aiight?”

You smile, definitely understanding that statement.

“Aiight.”

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Warnings: Angst, Slight fluff, SoftBoi Erik,

Angst won out because it was the only other option people picked other than both 😂😂😂 #frthoyallsomeniggasforthatXD #isaidoneORtheother #bothwasn’tanoptionsis #howyouchooseanoptionthatain’tanoptionSIS

#ahhh if this ended super weird im sorry!!! #no tags right now its 1am and im super tired #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #bp #l.t.a.s. #TheHomieFics

[thehomierobbstark]

A Question

for a half chapter// “intermission” for the next part of L.T.A.S. Would you rather it be angst or comedy?

Just tagging some folks I think might have an opinion lol: @wakanda-inspired @whoramilaje @chaneajoyyy @softnani @blackchunkyqueen @heyauntieeee @dameshaemonique @itsangeludaku @youreadthatright @fonville-designs @marvelpotterlove @blackpinup22 @raysunshine78

#ahhhhh i forgot to tell you the timeline #angst is mostly written and i can maybe crank it out by around midnight tonight. #comedy would take at least a day but im sure i can do it at work so like hopefully tomorrow night. #l.t.a.s. #erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader

[thehomierobbstark]

I feel like Erik is going to send her a masturbation video while she at work and caption it, don’t choke this time😂😂

Hold tf up now!!!! u mighta just!!!!! said sum right now lemme just

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#HHMPH #nigga just straight up triflin i see #IM WID IT #yall are WYLD and i love every second of it #nons #erik killmonger #bp #l.t.a.s. #requests

[thehomierobbstark]

I know fat women are flexible but the way these positions sound, I picture some origami type stuff 😂😂 Never the less your description has to be one of my favorite things about your writing because your words help me picture everything.

First of all, all my girls wake up every morning ready to👏🏿 practice 👏🏿with  👏🏿Jessamyn  so they can stay ready for these sessions with Erik tyvm 😂😂😂😂😂

 but wow thank you so much! I’m glad they’re clear enough to help give you visuals!

#nons #erik killmonger #bp #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

L.T.A.S. Chapter 3

It’s here!!! (FINALLYYYY)

Enjoy peeps!

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[thehomierobbstark]

Hi there

So uhh... here’s a fic.... L.T.A.S. ..... and uh... have fun with that

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[thehomierobbstark]

I really thought Erik was about to do some sentimental shit like help her finish shaving, he’s so cute though with his frisky ways.

🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

Y’all have nooo ideaaa how badly I wanted to write that in this chapter! That was actually the first direction I planned on having the story go in, but then I decided on taking the freak nasty route instead and I felt like adding it would have been too many components in one chapter 😓.

Our man stay coming up with creative ways to get down and dirty tho, so we’ll just have to wait and see what ideas he comes up with next 😗

#nons #l.t.a.s.

[thehomierobbstark]

What’s Erik favorite part of foreplay?

Oooooh anonnn okay A/N: Sorry for the lateness but I wrote this at work and decided to make it into a headcanon/baby fic hybrid. Hope you like it!!!

To be truthful, he enjoys every part of foreplay 

Especially moreso now that he’s met you

He definitely loves when he gets to explore your body and find out all the different ways he can make you tick, with minimal effort on his part

Every time is still a learning experience for him, but those first few months after yall got together? BITCH

He’d have you splayed out on the nearest surface, hands roaming under your clothes with his face buried in your neck, wanting to hear allll your sounds

Your heavy breathing when he slams you against a wall 

The little yelp you make when he flips your skirt up to smack at it one time for the one time

The innocent little gasp you let out when he grabs you by the throat and gives you hushed warnings in your ear

WORDS are a huggee part for him, he lovess watching you get all squirmy and seeing your eyes flutter when he says some off the wall shit

“I’m tryna be good in front of these white folks but all I can think about right now are those pretty glossy lips of yours wrapped around my dick.”

*At a house party*

“Don’t sit that fat ass on my lap unless you’re ready to lift that dress up and ride it,”

-  You’re upset (and drunk), whining at him that your feet hurt and to stop playin

“Keep fussing at me like that, and I’mma drag your ass to the car and take care of that attitude, fr.” You shut your mouth immediately and he smirks, pulling you into his lap anyway and letting your legs dangle over his.  

- You’re pissed because you’re whet™️ asf now and you know he can feel it through his pants

OR even better, he’ll send you nasty texts while you’re out in public and watch you struggle to keep a straight face

Erik: Spread those legs wider so Daddy can get a better look at that pink pussy.

 Your mouth drops to the floor and your head snaps to where Erik was sitting next to you, seeing him emerge from under the table.

“Dropped my napkin,” he says, winking at you, and you feel a sharp breeze and realize he’s swiped it from your lap. 

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Your aunt asks from across the table, and you fix your face and smile warmly.

“No auntie, I just thought I spilled something on myself…” you fib. Your ears pick up on a low growl only you can hear, and you look over to see Erik watching you, licking his lips. You cross your legs one over the other to keep from actually spilling on yourself when you feel a creeping hand coming up your thigh…

But his favorite part?

By farrr its the way your body reacts when he’s around

He’ll just be holding you from behind, giving you sweet innocent kisses, trailing them up and down your neck. 

Then, when he gets to your ear, he’ll suck the skin behind it with a deep groan and blow, and just like that you’re there. He’ll reach around and scratch his fingernails against the thin skin below your tummy, and you whimper, arching into him.  

You clench his hands, wanting to both keep them there and push them away, loving the way he’s making you feel. He’ll keep teasing you for a few more seconds before finally removing his hands.

 Now you’re sitting there, hot, frustrated, and, too stubborn to speak up

He’ll just sit there looking at you, amused

Because even after all the sounds he’s gotten you to make, his favorite one is still what its like to hear you beg

#erik killmonger #bp #hmmmm yall can apply this to l.t.a.s. if you want to #l.t.a.s. #request more of these please!!! This was fun #TheHomieFics #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #black #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger headcanon #headcanon ek

[thehomierobbstark]

Amazing chapter and I love the added humor because sex isn’t always perfect. She talking about she don’t like masturbating videos, and I see why. I wouldn’t watch them either if I experienced near death by just looking at one. 😂

Lmaooo funny enough, I think her seeing Erik’s pretty ass dick has her thinking twice bout them videos now 😂🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️. At least on a video she can pause and come back if she need to catch her breath 😂😂😂

As always thank you for the love 🖤💙🖤

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