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supersizemeplz · 4 years

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CollegeAU!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Inspired by the tweet below, which I may have screenshot from tik tok. Enjoy!

Lazy. That word described your day in full. You'd had no classes and you were off from work for the next two days. Today was dedicated to self care and very much needed relaxation. Your plush blanket was snuggled tight against your neck, protecting you from the cold air of your apartment. Just how you liked it. The scent of brown sugar raised off your skin thanks to your shower half an hour before.

An older episode of The Simpson's played on your television, being the only source of light in your otherwise dark apartment. That and a pumpkin spice candle that sat isolated on the kitchen island behind you. Fuzzy winter socks hugged your feet, matching the onesie that you wore. Your big bonnet sat atop your head like a crown, hiding your butterfly locs.

Sighing happily, you turned up the volume of the TV before sitting the remote aside. And just as you'd gotten comfortable again, your phone vibrated on the coffee table before you. With a huff, you sat up and grabbed the device. Erik's picture took over the screen, consisting of him showing off his charming smile while relaxing in his bed. Wearing a neon green durag which happened to match your bonnet and a gold chain resting against his bare chest. He'd been the one to set that as his contact photo and his name which included ‘Daddy’. Much to your amusement.

"Stevens, isn't it your bedtime? You have class in the morning." You answered the call, hearing him shuffling around. His chuckle sounded through the speaker and you grinned. Almost as if you could see those dimples.

"I overslept that one time and you won't let it go, will you?" He laughed. Followed by his car door and two beeps from his doors locking. "While you questioning me.. What you doing up?"

"Nothing, watching tv. I’m not sleepy..” You looked to your screen, seeing his video request. “And why are you FaceTiming me? I am not decent enough." You laughed, refusing to answer. He tsked at that, messing with what sounded like bags. “Are those bags I hear? Where you been, sir?”

He chuckled, keys and bags jingling in the background. "Open the door and see." Was his simple rebuttal, probably accompanied with that devilish smirk of his.

"What door? Did you not hear me say I'm looking a mess? Bonnet and all." You looked to the door as if you could see through it. He chuckled again.

"I ain't ask you all that, baby girl. Now get your fine ass up and answer the door." It was your turn to tsk as you got up. Crossing your arms to hide the fact you were without a bra, you opened the door as you hung up. He greeted you with a big smile, holding up the bags of food.

"Ooo, wingss ." You sang, grabbing a bag and turning from him. He followed you in with a slight pout, locking the door behind him. Turning on the light, you threw a glance at him. Laughing at his expression. He was so dramatic.

"I come to you with food to show you I miss you, and a brotha can't get no love. A hey or a hug, nothin." He shook his head, holding off a smile. You sat the bag down, playfully rolling your eyes as you gave in.

"As much as you intimidate people, no one would believe you act like this. C'mere, my big baby.." you cooed, holding out your arms. He came to you, sitting his food on the coffee table to embrace you. His big arms squeezed you, lifting you off the ground. "Hey to you too, Erik."

He placed his face in the bend of your neck, inhaling silently. "Damn, you smell good as fuck.." He growled, feeling your nipples through the fabric of your onesie. "And no bra? You must've been waiting for me, baby?"

"Boy, get off me." You laughed, pushing his chest when he gave a synced two-hand smack to your backside. "I told you I wasn't decent. The only reason you still here is because you brought me food. And a drink." Walking to the kitchen, you felt his eyes still on you. Maybe because you also had on no panties.

"Don't do yo man like that. I thought you liked me?" He held a hand to his heart as he sat on the couch, not being able to stop his smile. Somehow you managed to mask yours.

"I mean.. you aight." You sat the bottle of ranch on the table before the both of you, sitting at his side with a shrug. He gave you a look, raising an eyebrow. Looking to him, you matched his face.

"Just aight, huh?" He glanced at your lips before meeting your eyes. "Imma remember that, baby girl. I'm only letting you slide because I don't want cold fries."

"Yeah, yeah.." you teased, taking one of his fries to eat. You were the only one able to get away with doing so. "You couldn't punish your baby. You love me too much. Ain't that right?" Grabbing his beard, you gently pulled it to bring his face closer to yours. Lips never meeting just to tease him.

He licked his lips, smiling to reveal his bottom row of gold. It glinted from the light above you both. His body leaned towards you and you caught the scent of his cologne. The cute little pushing together of his eyebrows as he focused on you made you smile. “I mean.. you aight.”

Your smile dropped and he flicked your lip playfully. His laugh boomed out as he took the hit you sent to his chest. “You play too much. Ugly self.” You fibbed, watching as he took one of your lemon pepper wings.

He dipped the flat in ranch, smirking. “You know I love yo goofy ass..” Stopping himself from taking a bite, he watched you roll your eyes. “..now stop pouting before I say forget the wings and eat something else. You’ll sholl be whining then.”

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goddessofthundathighs · 5 years

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This fic was requested by my boo @princessstevens & inspired by the following:

“Baby…”

“Fellow associate..”

“You really acting like that over some damn juice?”

“It wasn’t just any juice, it was my Martinelli’s. You know how I feel about my Martinelli’s.”

It was true, Erik indeed knew how you felt about your Martinelli’s which is why you couldn’t figure out for the life of you why he thought drinking your last bottle was a good idea. Especially while Mother Nature was ravaging your insides. You’d been ignoring all of his attempts to call or come by for the last three days and he’d had enough. He was gonna do whatever needed to be done to get back on your good side again.

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You sat curled up on the couch eating your Talenti sea salt caramel truffle gelato while Up played on the tv. It was your favorite movie and you almost always cried when you watched it, much to Erik’s disdain. He always complained that you were childish for loving the movie so much, but he always played it when you were upset. As soon as the movie ended, the entire apartment went dark and a spotlight lit up the center of the room illuminating Erik’s massive frame.

“What the hell?” You thought out loud. Soon the sounds of The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson blared through the speakers. Erik danced around in a black wife beater and basketball shorts, and a gold satin durag that matched your bonnet. Before you could inquire further, he began singing very loud and off-key.

“You knock me off of my feet now baby, hoo!” he sang, mimicking the intro from the music video, causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Hey pretty baby with the high heels on // you give me fever like I’ve never, ever known // You’re just a product of loveliness // I like the groove of your walk, your, talk, your dress //

You fought hard to contain your smirk, but you had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable. He continued dancing around the couch, doing Michael’s signature kick and spin and even did a moonwalk across the front of the couch. You were a giggling mess.

The way you make me feel // You really turn me on // You knock me off my feet now baby // My lonely days are gone //

He contined singing until the track changed. Your eyes widened once you realized what it was.

“Uh-oh, I’m about to fuck it up now bae,” he says as the beat dropped.

Ay, big ole freak // Big booty, big ole treat // Baby made me wait for the pussy // But I hit it til she big ole skeet // Ay, feet on the bed // She fucked me up in the head // She sucked it and looked in my eyes // Then the next day she left me on read

“I knew you were secretly a hot girl,” you tease as he moved closer to you, giving you a strip tease as he rapped the song.

“I’m a City Boy,” he corrected, causing you to laugh harder.

Baby lemme rub, lemme rub on ya // Can I get a lil love, a lil love from ya // Ya body addictive, ya driving me crazy // But don’t think you gone run from him

You cackled then, completely unable to contain yourself when he started twerking in front of you.

“Ok, ok, I forgive you,” you said between pecks to his lips.

“Thank you Princess,” he said kissing back. “I bought you some more juice and ice cream too.” You squealed, hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, I know. You love a nigga now. Come on let’s watch that punk ass movie again.”

“Ok but after this last song.” Erik grinned wide as the intro played, remembering the way y’all would tag team the intro. You started first.

“Real ass bitch, give a fuck bout a nigga..” Erik rolled his eyes, but came in right on cue.

“Big Birkin bag, hold 5, 6 figures..” You smiled, bending over in front of him.

“Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger..”

“You damn right I do,” Erik agreed before finishing. “Fuckin’ on a scammin’ ass rich ass nigga!” Instead of finishing the movie, the two of you laughed and danced with one another as song after song played from your Hot Girl Summer playlist.

“You better be glad I love your bratty ass,” he said kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, Daka.”

Tags: @hearteyes-for-killmonger @trevantesbrat @blackpantherismyish @mareethequeen @muse-of-mbaku @blowmymbackout @forbeautyandlife @niggernextdoor @amethyst1993 @killmongersgurl @chaneajoyyy @killmongerdispussy @jozigrrl @thehomierobbstark @iamrheaspeaks @whatmoredoyouwantamericaa @madamslayyy @vikkidc @supersizemeplz @purple-apricots @panthergoddessbast @thadelightfulone

#vanity writes #my shit #erik stevens #killmonger fic #killmonger fluff #erik killmonger x reader

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sparklemichele · 5 years

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Just Friends-Part 2

Florian Munteanu X Black Reader

Part One here

You were feeling some type of way when you got off the phone with Florian and you always felt that way whenever he had a woman around. You were so sick of feeling the sting of hurt and longing for him that often times had you contemplating ending the friendship. You however knew you would never do that. You needed and wanted him in your life. You got up from bed to plan your day and hope you would not be consumed in thoughts of Florian fucking that random blonde chick. You double checked your calendar and saw you only had three clients scheduled for the day. You had your own business as a Registered Dietician and LA kept you very busy. You had clients from individuals, corporations who wanted to help their employees start or keep a healthy lifestyle to movie studios who wanted to do the same. You loved what you did for a living and you loved the flexibility it provided you. You got your workout in, shower and ran a few errands before your first client. She was a referral from one of your studios. She was just picked for a major role and needed to lose a few pounds for the big screen. You smiled when she opened the door. She was very pretty. She really did not have too much to lose in your opinion, but you knew how unforgiving the camera could be. You and Victoria were deep in conversation when the sliding glass door in the living room open and a brown and white dog flew into the living room.

“Dodger! Slow down!” a voice shouted just before running in the living room. Dodger ran right up to you sitting at the dining table and rubbed his body against your legs. You leaned over and petted the dog.

“He likes you.”

You looked up to find Chris Evans looking at you and Dodger with a huge smile on his face. You were successful in hiding your gasp. You were use to being around celebrities but Captain fuckin America was standing right in front of you. You looked over at Victoria a little confused.

“He’s my cousin. I’m staying with him for a bit.” She explained. You were wondering why she was living in such an expensive home to be a up and coming actress but that was none of your business. You tried to concentrate on Victoria as Chris busied himself in the kitchen. When you did find yourself looking over in his direction his eyes were on you. You were happy that the appointment was finally over because you did not know how much longer you could take being in his presence. The man was gorgeous in person.

You looked over the table at Chris as he ordered his food. You still could not quite grasp how a routine nutrition appointment led to a date with Chris Evans. Not long after you left your appointment with his cousin he had called you and here you were three days later sitting with him at an exclusive restaurant. You both were having a good time even though Florian was blowing up your phone. After the third call you texted him and told him you were busy and would call him later. He had the nerve to text back asking what you were doing. You quickly text back that you would talk to him later.

“If you need to make a call I don’t mind.” Chris told you concern as he can see the frustration on your face.

“No. It’s ok.” You were livid at Florian. How could he always manage to get on your gotdamn nerves. Despite Florian’s calls your date with Chris was wonderful. As he walked you to your door you did not want the night to end. Chris leaned over and softly kissed your lips. You were slightly disappointed he didn’t tongue you down right there at your door, but you always heard he was a gentleman.

“Can I call you later?”

“Of course.”

Chris kissed your forehead and watched as you let yourself in your home. You did a silent scream of excitement and a happy dance once you were safely inside your house. You quickly changed in your lounge clothes and called Shawnee to tell her how the date was. You both were in conversation when call waiting told you Florian was calling. This muthafucker!

“Shawnee I’ll call you back.” You clicked over.

“What Flo!” You almost yelled in the phone.

“Damn! What’s wrong with you?”

“You calling me non stop when I told you I was busy. What the fuck do you want?”

“Calm down. I wanted to see if you wanted to hit the club later tonight with a few of our friends.”

“You could have just texted me that and no.” Even though Chris was a nice distraction and had your stomach feeling like butterflies you knew you were not in the mood to see Florian flirt all night long.

“Who were you with earlier. I saw your Instagram post of your food at some restaurant.”

“That’s none of your business.” You snapped.

“What do you mean that’s none of my business. Why you are being all secretive. We tell each other everything.”

“I have to go Florian.”

“Wait-” You hung up the phone. You were not in the mood.

You were about to settle in for the night after finishing an episode Killing Eve when you heard the doorbell rung you knew instantly it was Florian. You sighed to yourself as you shuffled to the door and opened it to irate looking Florian. He let himself in and you shut the door and prepare yourself to hear an earful. Damn he looked and smelled good.

“You fuckin hung up the phone on me!”

“I was done with the conversation Florian.”

“So, it’s like that now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Who were you with earlier?”

“Flo, you are not my man to be over here demanding answers from me.”

Florian just looked at you as he contemplated what he just told you.

“Mhmm.” He said just before grabbing you by the back of your neck, pushing you against the wall and crashing his lips to yours. You could not help but opened your mouth to him. You lost yourself in his mouth as his massive hands roamed all over your body.

“I want you so bad.” He whispered in your ear just before nipping it. You moan as one of Florian’s hands found the inside of your lounge pants. He inserted two fingers inside you and they easily glided in as you were already wet for him. You were upset with yourself for letting it be known so easily to him that you wanted him. However, you knew he already knew that. All thoughts of your date with Chris flew out of your mind as your hips started to buck up to Florian’s fingers as his fingers fucked you.

“That’s it baby. You’re so wet. I want you to cum for me.” He whispered as his thumb circled your clit. You started to shiver as you felt the familiar prickles of an orgasm. How could he already have you on the verge of an orgasm? You shook your head to clear your mind and pulled his hand from your pants.

“Florian, no.” You slid on the wall away from him. “We can’t.”

Florian looked at you as he slowly licked his fingers.

Damn him! The way he was looking at you and licking his fingers sent more shivers down your body. Florian walked up to you and pulled you close to him and you tried to pull away, but he held you tight.

“I just need you. Just one-time Y/N. I promise it won’t ruin our friendship.”

You looked at Florian and wondered why he would think you would fall for some fuck boy logic like that.

“Yes, it will.”

“Why are you fighting this?”

“Cause I’m not about to be just one of your hit and quit its Flo. I told you that. I rather be friends.”

“Your pussy says otherwise.”

“Alright you need to go.”

Florian chuckled as he knew he was hitting a nerve. You opened the door for him to leave.

“It’s only a matter of time Y/N.” He told you exiting your apartment. You said nothing as you slammed the door in his face.

Part three soon

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#florian munteanu #florian big nasty munteanu #florian munteanu x reader #florian munteanu x black reader #florian munteanu fan fiction #florian munteanu fanfic

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chaneajoyyy · 5 years

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favorite dadmonger fics you recommend? :)

Buckle your seatbelts, it’s a lot

- Baby time? series, meet the parents, Try again, home sweet home series (sequel to the very best man series-do read that too), fumbles series (is included as you read along), check out her headcanons and blurbs for dadmonger - @killmoncoochie

- all of @livingmybestfakelife’s dadmonger stories

- piece by piece- @iwannalearnhowtoship

- having a baby girl with erik, erik doing his daughter’s hair, three years- @oshaia

-what we used to be- @dacreskars

- all of Oops, @another-imaginesblog‘s dadmonger stories - (her story east atlanta love letters has dadmonger in it-that chapter is on wattpad under yewrites)

- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24

- you sure?, house hunting, football jersey- @marvelpotterlove

- charley horse, néo - @sonofnjobu

- lemon, dadmonger headcanons- @thebrokenmistakes

- papa killmonger - @destinio1

- first day blues, daddy’s little princess, father’s day, letters series, five stages of grief- @princesskillmonger

- dadmonger series- @siriuslycollins

- @amethyst1993 has a dadmonger fic/hc

- all of @ljs-writing‘s dadmonger stories

- all of @boldmellowtastemaker‘s dadmonger stories

- crowning glory (he may not be the little girl’s dad but he is a very good influence on her), baby fever, strawberry shortcake - @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- better series- @hyejooismybaby

- all of @wawakanda-btch‘s dadmonger stories

- blessed series- @eriksjournal

- i’m never wrong series (i’m never wrong, whole lotta gang, a night off, a night off…two, this way, this way…two) - @brattywriters-anonymous

- all of @laketaj24‘s dadmonger stories

- breaking dawn (sequel to smoke and mirrors-do read)- @lannisterkitty

- secrets- @killmongangii

- hey pop- @wakandanblogger

- i’ma make you proud- @pocmarvelworks

- baby daddy- @sisterwifeudaku

- i’m cleva series- @killmongerdispussy

- silent heartbeats series- @thehomierobbstark

- braid my hair- @bakarilennox

- spots series- @ursapharoh05

- black panther trinity parent drabbles (with erik)- @black-mcu-imagines

- child of mine series, just a friend series- @wakanda-inspired

- me and your mama, how many kids they’ll have and how they’ll act (with erik)- @ourwakandanerik

- do you remember- @songficsbyrissi

- carried series- @ororowrites

-all of @thekompound‘s dadmonger fics

- bad mood- @i-jus-wanna-writehappy

- all of @erikismybitch‘s dadmonger stories (split series, snowball series; mini, reader, and erik series- mini series)

- whole ass family- @suburbanblackhoe

- names- @writingsbyash

- right my wrongs- @cmonkillmonger

- finding out reader is pregnant headcannon (with erik)- @oceanscorazon

- halloween headcanon, expecting headcanons (in her masterlist)- @madamslayyy

- keep you two safe, story of my life- @plussizeappreciationfics

- ebony x erik ( I’m home, mama) series @chubbyhentaitater (if you have ao3 part of the story will be there for the chapters)

- all of @supersizemeplz‘s dadmonger stories

- @writerbee-ffs dadmonger story

- crybaby series @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

- college au: telling erik that you’re pregnant @maleficentcheekbones

If you have ao3

-lil bit by jahleesi

PLEASE DO COME BACK I AM MISSING A FEW. BUT THESE ARE TO START WITH!

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #dad!monger #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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thehomierobbstark · 4 years

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Hello!! Dropped a few fics, here y’all go!

@middlegroundd @softnani @sydneebleu @wakanda-inspired @madamslayyy @supersizemeplz @iamrheaspeaks @purple-apricots @thadelightfulone @hauntedinteriorsplantspizza @brattywriters-anonymous @uhlxis @the-suns-koolaid @friendlyneighborhoodkirby @ljstraightnochaser @blackpantherismyish @kxnfuzed-blog-blog @wawakanda-btch @bearhuggingbaby @drsunshine97 @hearteyes-for-killmonger @vikkidc @ange-sensuel @amethyst1993 @eye-raq@maliadestiny @lucidaquarian @theunsweetenedtruth @sicksadgen @louisdimuccis @blackchunkyqueen @ash-moneyy @huuniii @blowmymbackout @buttercup812 @minkyomom @lunaerly @lovemekaycee @blackgirloneshots @sweet-epiphany85 @curls-and-crosses @wakandas-vibranium @teheeboo @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @whorderofthepheonix @cawifornia @youreadthatright @killmongerdispussy @siriuslycollins

#taglist

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blackpantherismyish · 5 years

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Teacher’s Pet

Chapter 1

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

Word Count: almost 1.3K

Warning(s): None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Si-,” Taylor started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

“You said a room,” he reminded.

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

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

...

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Makeover fic. This is for my love @amethyst1993

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Part 3

“If your name is Kenneth, then why do these bills on your table say Trent?” Ken lifted the long white envelope from his glass tabletop and he came closer to look at the name from over her shoulder before falling back.

“Sometimes I go by Trent. Sometimes I go by Kenneth. Depends how I’m feeling.”

“That's weird.” Ken dropped the envelope calling bullshit in her mind. Why he'd lie about his name was beyond her. She watched him remove his jacket draping it over the couch. He loosened his tie before sliding it off his neck and laying it over his jacket. He unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and her hand rose when his shirt hung completely open. He'd already begun taking it off.

“Pause. I'm not having sex with you in the open out here like this.. and what about atmosphere? No candles? Flowers? Music? You're not gonna set the mood?”

“If you ain't in the mood by now baby.. all with all that wine you drank?” He pulled his shirt off and laid it over his tie. “Okay what's up. You were just with it in the restaurant. Did something happen? You must be thinking about your friend. He got in your head.”

“It's what I said it was. Learn to listen. You need to woo me or something, don't just take your clothes off like that's it..” Ken dropped on the couch confused and going back and forth in her mind. On the one hand she wanted to have sex and she was ready to do it asap. On the other hand, this was not what she imagined when she fantasized about the magical moment. There was nothing romantic about this setup. This was ghetto quickie sex and he hadn't even laid down a towel. The red stain on the carpet was all she could think about. As horny as she was, she knew she couldn't go through with it. She'd regret it.

“You want atmosphere?” Kenneth left the living room heading to a back room. He came back with incense and a burner along with some tea candles and lit them on a table. “Lil mama wants atmosphere, she'll get atmosphere.” When the candles were all lit, he swooped onto the floor to stare into her eyes and remove her heels, sliding his hands up her calves and under her dress to her thighs. Maybe, it might be okay, she told herself appreciating his new approach. This was something closer to what she'd imagined. He slid his hands over her thighs, gripping her panties and a small movement caused her to look up, catching one of the doors as it closed.

“Who's here,” she asked pushing his hands off of her and sitting up. Her eyes were still focused on the door and Kenneth rubbed his face in annoyance, his elbow rested on his knee as though she'd ruined the mood but she ain't care. She wanted to know what was going on. Standing, she walked back and tried the knob. It wouldn't open which made her more suspicious.

“Nope. I'm out,” she said grabbing her bag. Kenneth pulled it gently, holding a hand up to stop her. She waited, watching his back as he walked casually to the locked bedroom door and knocked.

“It's me. Open the door,” Kenneth called. It opened and Ken's jaw nearly dropped.

“Damn. You done already,” the man joked. When Ken saw both of them side by side she could hardly tell them apart. Twins.

“Nigga I thought you had it,” the twin said looking over at you. “You asked me not to come in yet.” Kenneth sighed, irritated, and Ken’s eyes widened. For a long moment she was lost for words, blinking rapidly in attempt to process what might’ve been happening. They were identical TWINS. “Just chill.. Let me talk to her.”

Turning back to a confused Ken, the twin licked his lips, slipping his hands into his pockets. The name on the bill suddenly made sense. Trent. “Here’s the situation.. I'm the one who asked you on a date, but you went out with him.” He pointed to Kenneth who poses with his hand on his chin rubbing his bit of facial hair. Finding her voice, Ken looked closely between the two of them.

“I’m confused. You asked me out,” she pointed to Trent and he nodded patiently waiting for it to sink in while her finger moved to Kenneth. “But you went out with me, why?”

“You asked me out first at the mall but.. I kinda fumbled that so this was my time to redeem myself.” Kenneth stared at Ken and she blinked back silently, still confused by the trickery and tactics. It was a lot to process. She asked Kenneth out. He thought she ugly and turned her down. Trent got at her on campus.. “So when you approached me,” she pointed at Trent, did you already know who I was?”

“I just thought you looked good but then you said I turned you down and,” he chuckled “I knew for a fact I ain't turn down shit. That's what told me who you were because my brother told me that story.”

Kenneth smirked and it irritated Ken though she didn't show it. It felt like they'd talked mad shit about her and then turned around and hit on her like they hadn't. Then they'd traded her off back and forth like she was an object and she didn't like that either. Regardless of how interesting Kenneth had been on the date, there was still a strong superficiality and sheistiness in him that she felt had no room for accepting her in her rawest form.. or at all. She was conflicted because despite all of that logic, they were both fine and she was still horny with years of pent up sexual frustration to loose and a whole night to do it. She looked to Trent. He looked to Kenneth and they exchanged a conversational glance that spoke volumes that Ken couldn’t interpret.

“Have a seat on the couch,” Trent waved kissing his teeth when she chose to stand. “C'mon. Just sit down and I’ll finish explaining.” He and Kenneth waited until Ken rolled her eyes and sighed, sitting on the middle cushion of their black couch, then Trent drew closer. “I need to tell you something about me and my brother over there.” Squatting so that he was eye-level, he stared into Ken’s eyes like a predator and she could feel her inner muscles twitch. He looked her over, up and down with a blink before continuing. “My brother and I are very.. competitive. If I see something I want, he wants it too. When I see him get something, I can’t help myself. I’ve gotta get my hands on it. He get it? I need to taste it. You feel where I’m going with this? This competition we got together isn’t about you, but you’re the pretty little toy we wanna play with… together.”

“I think I can eat it better. My tongue more flexible,” Kenneth shifted, crossing his arms. Trent scoffed, keeping his eyes on Ken. Her hormones were in overdrive but so was her confusion. She had to be honest with herself. Although she was pressed for a sexual release and she craved the experience, this was not it.. at all. She felt uncomfortable and ready to leave. When she pictured her first time, she imagined herself in love, safe, and happy. This wasn’t it at all, plus they were liars. It definitely wasn’t the move. When her phone rang, she rushed to answer it without looking at the name, standing from the couch and walking to stand in a corner a few feet away to get some space.

“Hello,” she said a little too eagerly. She was still nervous and wired from her predicament.

“Where you at? Where y'all go?” It was Erik and he sounded like a concerned older brother. She could hear the annoyance of his date in the background as the woman told him to ‘just leave the girl alone and let her enjoy her date.’ Ken respected her for that. Erik obviously wasn’t listening. “Just tell me where you at for safety reasons. You a young lady now, you can’t just disappear with a nigga without letting someone know your location.”

“I was a young lady before, bro, and y'all did not care, not one iota where I went and with who. Nope, you sure didn’t.” She found it humorous how suddenly everyone was worried about her sex life. Suddenly it was a thing to be policed and it mattered. Where were they when she couldn’t get a man to look in her direction on her best day? She’d talk about sex before and they’d laugh like it was cool since she was the homie, an honorary nigga. “I’m with Kenneth and his brother Trent over in Cambridge,” she finally said. “Pacific Street. They’re twins and we’re thinking of having a lit threesome right now. My first time and I get to be the connector for two chords, don’t ruin this for me!” Honestly, she just wanted to get under his skin since he was suddenly so concerned.

“Kendra, I’m trying to be patient but you’re trying the hell outta me right now moving so fast.”

“Erik, with all due respect, you my nigga and I fuck with you.. but you’re not my dad.”

“Oh, I’m your dad! I created this beast I’m on the phone with right now. I created a damn monster.” His date told him to chill.

“Erik! I want to have sex, okay? I want to!” That was true. It wouldn’t be with the twins, but she still wanted the experience.. on her own terms. “As a matter of fact, speaking of dads? I might make Trent and Kenneth my daddies for the night if everything goes well.” She felt a slap on her behind and flinched. It was the first time for that happening.. and also the last ‘first’ she planned to have in that house at the hands of the twins. She didn’t want to hang up and face them, but she had to. She hung up the phone in Erik’s ear before turning to the twins.

“You’re a virgin,” Kenneth pointed catching Ken off guard. “Makes sense,” he replied to her nod. Trent rolled his eyes and turned on the television, dropping onto the couch.

“You not trying to fuck.. are you,” Trent asks, seemingly irritated. “Not even getting this tongue?” She shook her head no.

“Not gonna to happen,” she shrugged, “Sorrynotsorry but uh, it’s been an interesting night.” She picked up her bag ready to leave again. Looking at each other with confused glances, the twins blinked slowly before Trent shrugged, seemingly relenting.

“Alright then, virgin,” Kenneth smirked, ”But you don’t have to leave, you could just hang around. It’s still a date afterall. Plus, that same nigga calling to check on you is making my night right now. I’m flattered to be the competition. Although I ain’t getting no ass and I want some.”

“I'm gone,” Trent blurted getting up to return to whatever back room he’d come from. Ken heard keys jingling and then he left through the front door. It was just her and Kenneth. For a while they just watched TV.

“So y'all really lied to me,” she said suddenly, causing him to look at her. “And you weren’t interested in me until my glow up. That’s fake.”

“Would you have gone out with you though? Be honest.. You wouldn’t right? I turned you down but I was still nice because I didn’t wanna hurt your feelings. Because you’re still a person. You gotta give me that. I was respectful.”

“But still-”

“I got a right to have preferences and to like what I like.”

“You do, but-” A heavy drumming on the front door distracted them both and for the first time, they exchanged the signature telepathic stare. They both had an idea of who was at the door and his voice removed any doubt.

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, KENDRA.” Rolling her eyes, Kendra lifted from the couch, but Kenneth pulled her back down, whispering in her ear a plan. She looked at him wide-eyed, Erik still banging on the door. Kenneth nodded, mischief in his eyes.

“Uuuuh, oh my gosh, yes daddy, right there daddy,” Kendra gasped and moaned loud enough to make Erik stop knocking. He was too busy listening, his ear pressed against the door. “The fuck,” he whispered dumbfounded right before kicking the door so it nearly gave out. “OPEN THIS DOOR.” The door quickly opened to a fully clothed Ken. Kenneth was still in the same spot on the couch.

“You know, there are better ways to express that you like a girl. For example, you could start by telling her,” Kenneth deadpanned, unbothered. Ken faced Erik with a questioning expression.

“You know, everyone’s been acting extremely weird around me since I started dressing and looking differently. I didn’t think it necessary before, but now I need to ask you. Do you like me or something?”

“Or something,” Erik says just as flatly as Kenneth. “Ain’t no trains being run tonight on my watch. I’m drawing the line. Get your bag and come on.”

“And if I happen to like trains,” Ken asked crossing her arms in defiance.

“Ken?.. As your friend?.. I'm telling you. I'm not letting that happen.”

“Whatever.” Ken started to cap but she was ready to leave anyway so she said goodbye to Kenneth and walked out toward the parking lot. Erik's date was in his car, her head leaning against her hand in irritation and he’d parked in a disability-reserved space without a tag or permit. “So you abandoned Ms. Lady to run interference on my sex life? Why do you get to be Casanova? I haven’t even seen that young lady before. I bet you just met her a week or so ago. Probably less than that, am I right?”

“Get in your car I’m a follow you to make sure you get home.”

“I bet you don't know her from Eve. Am I right?!”

“GET IN THE DAMN CAR.”

“YOU DON’T INTIMIDATE ME. DID YOU FORGET I KNOW YOU? STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE YOU CRAZY.” Her ladylike facade had melted away in a matter of seconds as she yelled, her fists balling and shoulders moving like a nigga ready to pop off, returning heavy eye contact. She waited, not backing down. After a long pause and an exhale, Erik nodded in relent breaking the stare.

“Touche’. Look, Ken, I just feel responsible for you. I don’t want you getting into trouble or doing something you’ll regret because it’ll be partially my fault.”

“Is it though? Is it really? I’m an adult and I make my own decisions. Just like when I came to you for help originally, that was my decision. You need to trust and respect my judgment. This is my life afterall.”

“Erik, leave her alone and let’s go! I can think of more fun things for us to do and she is 100% of GROWN,” the date shouted from the car.

“This don’t concern you, Kayla,” he sang loudly in irritation.

“MY NAME IS LAUREN,” she yelled hitting the dashboard.

“KAYLA, LAUREN, SHIT.. WHATEVER!” Sighing, he rested his forehead against his fingers rubbing the tension out. “I’m bout done with her ass,” he mumbles. “Look, Ken, I’m a be a hundred with you. It makes me uncomfortable when I see you with these guys trying to run and you just started crawling. I don’t wanna make you feel like I’m trying to run your life, I want you to be happy. They just ain’t right for you and I’m a be tough on any nigga because I don’t feel like they deserve you.”

“Then help me find someone who deserves me,” Ken pleaded. He shook his head, looking off into the distance at nothing, hesitating before stepping forward. He was directly in front of her now, looking her in the eye and she suddenly understood his overprotectiveness. He had feelings for her. “Why now? Why after the makeover? You had ample time to step up,” she fussed, angry now. She’d secretly harbored a crush on him for the longest, but it’d seemed like an impossible dream she could never voice. “WHY NOW,” she repeated. In her eyes, he was no better than Kenneth or Trent at this point.

“I slept on you, it’s true and I’m sorry for that. I truly am. But I’ve always been there for you.” He was actually serious.

“So has Travis and you looked at him weird! Woooow,” she stepped back. “You know, it’s true that I’m a piece of work. That much is known, but you? You are a.. whew, wow.”

He nodded, masking his hurt feelings and she knew the look well. She’d had the same look many times and no one had noticed. She paused, not wanting to go too far. She did still see him as a friend, however, she had to speak her mind.

“In all fairness, Erik? You’re no better than any other guy who’s only interested because of what he sees now. You didn’t want me before I changed. It’s your own fault for sleeping and I can’t be penalized for that. I liked you for the longest and you never looked my way. How is that what I deserve?”

He opened his mouth and shut it immediately. He was speechless. Nodding, he had no further comments, just a sore looking expression like he'd fucked up and he had! He couldn't excuse or defend himself. There was nothing he could say and he knew it. He was wrong! Eventually he turned and got back into his car sitting and resting his head on the wheel before driving away with his date leaving Ken to sit in her car and think... about everything. Things were falling apart and she needed clarity. It was becoming impossible to know who really cared now and who was perpetrating because they wanted something from her. Who could she trust?

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For the next few weeks, she felt herself deteriorating. She didn't want to get up, but she forced herself. She slept all the way up to the last minute, rolling out of bed to throw on sweatpants with a dingy t-shirt. She didn't care anymore about an image. It seemed that no matter what she did, things wouldn't go her way. Why try? One day while she was sitting in class, she smelled something funky and looked around before subtly sniffing the armpit of her t-shirt. She was musty but she still couldn't get herself to really care. If it repelled people, good riddance.

Days more passed and she'd gotten so much work done after throwing herself into completing assignments. She didn't dare skip a class but she hardly spoke to anyone or looked up. Her spare time was spent keeping to herself. She was lonely and sad, but who could she trust? Everyone she trusted to have her back had switched up. Everyone was treating her differently. Everything was dependent on how she looked and she was sick of it all. "I wish I were invisible," she muttered rubbing her sleepy eyes in class. She hadn't been sleeping well.

The weather reflected her mood. It was a miserable day.. raining cats and dogs, big muddy puddles covering the sidewalks. In her car, she threw her umbrella on the floor of the passenger side laying everything down and sighing with her head on the steering wheel. With the heavy rain masking her and sliding down the windows, she let her silent tears fall. Tears of stress from being overwhelmed. The rain poured on loudly as she sat in wait for her next class, laying on the wheel and trying to keep herself calm and steady. A knock on the window snapped her out of it and when she looked Erik was standing there with his umbrella signaling for her to roll the window down.

"Come over to my house this weekend, I'm making curry goat. You missed two Sundays and the boys miss you. I fucked up, but Shawn ain't do shit to you. Stop being stubborn."

Wiping her face, Ken shook her head looking to the opposite window.

"Look you coming over or we poppin up on you and you gonna have to clean your place up." Ken thought to the empty pizza boxes in beer kitchen and the clothes, shoes, books, water bottles, and papers everywhere. Sobering, she looked back to Erik and nodded.

"Mhm," he hummed knowingly. "We still friends and shit. Me and Travis over it. Just come by, chill like we usually do."

"I'll be there," she promised genuinely feeling better.

"And wipe your face," Erik grimaced. She rolled her eyes with a smile, wiping her eyes again.

"Fuck off nigga," she grinned with a playful side eye. He turned to leave and Ken opened her car door stepping out into the rain to hug him. He didn't push her away this time, letting her hug him as the umbrella covered them. His body was firm and she could feel his muscles through his clothes. She fought the temptation to feel on him, her mind flashing back to the times she'd seen him shirtless back when she really wasn't on his radar. He was cut. Her crush was in full effect in those times. She couldn't help it, she had to feel his back. She did it as slick as she could manage.

"You good," he asked, a knowing smirk in his eyes gone unspoken. She let go abruptly having hugged him for an inexplicable amount of time.

"I'm great. You?" She climbed back into her car and closed the door. The rain had fell in through her window and wet up the inside of her door.

"Yep. See you Sunday." He walked off and she rolled up her window, a burden lifted.

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When Sunday rolled around, Ken rolled out of bed, but she showered and put on a clean t-shirt and jeans. Shawn's was the first face she saw. He opened the door and grabbed her hand, wrapping her up in a bro hug welcoming her back.

"You missed the lil enchiladas my nigga did. Them shits was hard," he boasted leading her into the living room where Travis sat leaning back on the couch legs wide. He was on his phone.

"Them clearweathers," she said noticing his shoes. He looked down to see what shoes he had on an his excitement kicked up.

"Yeah nigga, this shit fit like a sock. I just got em Thursday I think.. yeah, Thursday."

"They look comfortable. I've been thinking of getting some. I still got my white VC's that I ain't showed y'all," Ken pointed.

"Maaan, I got the all black I'm a break them bitches out," Travis grinned. It was good tho know things were back to normal and that she hadn't completely lost her friends.

"I'm hungry as fuck. When the food coming out," she asked rubbing her stomach.

"E, when the food finna be ready," Shawn asked as Ken followed him into the kitchen. Erik was cheffing it up as the only one in the circle who could really cook. He looked back at Ken and smiled turning his attention back to the stove. There was rice and snowpeas and something that looked like a stew. She was salivating. She attempted to sneak a taste dipping her finger in the hot stew, but he popped her hand with a wooden spoon before she could.

"Get out my kitchen it'll be ready when it's ready."

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Baby Fever. ONE SHOT.

Adonis Creed x Black Reader.

Imagine: Donnie is having baby fever and he wants to make you pregnant at all costs.

“Hey, Babe?”

Donnie called from the bathroom after dabbing his face with a white micro fiber towel. He was bare everywhere else, standing in front of a fogged mirror.

“Yes, D?” His favorite girl responded from their shared bedroom. They had been dating for about three years. Donnie’s friends in Philly kept asking him when he would settle down and make it official with his brown skin beauty which he hadn’t popped the question yet. One thing’s for sure, he had the guts to want her pregnant. Ever since he visited his friend and fellow boxing opponent, Victor, seeing him take care of a baby had him wanting a fat butter ball brown baby with shiny hair and chubby wrists.

“You ever think about having a baby?” He asked casually while rubbing neosporin on his under eye cut from his victory win.

“Where is this coming from?” She spoke with her Jersey accent even though she lived in Philly.

“I’m curious. I can’t be curious?” He asked with a raised brow and an astonished tone.

“You can! It’s a free country I just wanna know what made you say it?” She said in a quiet voice because of his aggressive response.

“Maybe it’s because I wanna put a baby in you.” Donnie picked up her cocoa butter and vitamin E body oil gel, smoothing it across his chest, neck, arms, back, and abdomen.

“Oh, please,” she said in a flippant tone.

“I’m dead fucking serious. You still on the pill?” Finally finished, Donnie turned off the bathroom light and walked across the hall to their shared bedroom. Naked and standing in front of their dresser, Donnie pulls out a pair of basket ball shorts with a wife beater.

“No, I stopped like a week ago.”

“Why you stop? Figured I’d be asking for a fucking baby?”

“No...I just never got them refilled. Had a million and one other things to take care of. Like...teaching a class full of hormonal seventh graders who want to do nothing but fight.” She places her phone on the night stand next to her to give Donnie her full attention. Online shopping would have to wait.

“So...” he looked her up and down in an arrogant manner, “wassup?”

“Wassup is I have a class to teach in the morning and I’m tired,” she slouched down on their memory foam mattress, pulling the lamp light string to cloud the room in darkness except for the television. They were currently in the middle of season two of Dark.

“Forget all that tired shit, Y/N,” Donnie placed his body next to hers, looking down at her. She looked damn good with her curls in a pineapple and one of his wife beaters on like a night gown. She looked so delectable.

“I’m tryna plant my seed in you.”

“Like I’m soil or something? Nigga go to bed! You sure your brain cells still working after getting punched in the nugget so much?!” She laughed at her own joke.

“Funny, cuz as soon as I stand up you’ll be acting all scared. Don’t talk shit now if you can’t back it up, babe.” He even tries that calm, passionate, and husky voice that always drove her crazy. Crazy like he owned her or something. No matter how many times Donnie told her that he owned her she would never let him have it but as soon as he was fucking her into the soft mattress she would give in.

“Aw, are you trying to sweet talk me into opening my thighs, Mr?” She gave him a teasing smile.

“Y/N, I don’t have to tease. You’ll do it anyway.” He was right, but he didn’t have to be correct right now she was exhausted.

“Adonis, you just had a fight maybe...four hours ago? All that stamina and adrenaline doesn’t have you on E? You really want to do this now?” She whines like a child, legs automatically opening for him and Donnie trapping himself in between.

“Think of it as...a victory present. You give me a baby, and my night would be 100% better,” Broadening smile, he looks down between her legs noticing the simple yet sexy pair of colorful polka dotted boy shorts she wore.

“These looking real sexy on you by the way,” Donnie places his body flesh against hers, the smell of the body oil gel on him crowding her senses. His skin felt so slick and warm. Y/N gripped his biceps tightly, pushing softly at him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed out harshly, tiny sounds of struggle escaping her closed mouth as she unsuccessfully pushed at his large frame.

“How many times you gotta do that, Y/N? Baby girl?”

Donnie was humored when she tried to keep up with her shoving like the bratty girl she was. This reminded him to bring her to the gym when he practiced. Adonis had enough of her struggling, grabbing her small wrists that fit in his hands perfectly. Using force that had her eyes blinking with lust and mouth parted as if choking on her words, Donnie brings her arms up above her head.

“Stop.” He says between hard breaths.

Gulping, Y/N stills herself, keeping her eyes locked with his, waiting for his next move.

“Are you done playing hard to get now?” The sneering smile on his face made her glare at him.

“You can’t always have what you want. You expect to be a champion everywhere,” Y/N rolled her eyes in a pretty manner, turning her head to focus over Donnie’s broad shoulder at the TV. She was missing the damn episode. Now, she was going to have to rewind.

“Oh? I thought I was.”

“Says who?” Y/N back talked, moving her hips in annoyance but it only aroused Donnie even more.

“Y/N...” Donnie tilted his head down at her to gain access back to her pretty tawny colored eyes, “You telling me you don’t want a baby in you?”

“...Maybe.” In moments like these a woman’s mind wanders. She began to think about what life would be like raising a baby with Adonis. Her made up future that she played out in her head seemed perfect.

“Think about all the moments we would share. Think about watching our baby grow in your belly for nine months. Think about all of that and how I’m gonna be there.” Donnie kisses her forehead, making those low throaty sounds that always drove her crazy.

“You’re wrong for this,” She moves away from his kisses, “Don’t try to seduce me into this with your sexy noises.”

“You’re not making it easy for me, girl.”

She could feel his dick jumping against her inner thigh. Seething, She looks back at him, wanting badly to catch a smug smile but his face was deadly serious. Y/N regrets how that made her feel. He was staring into her soul and it felt like he was reading her mind. Donnie knew from the moment he was in that bathroom that she would give into him.

“...just for a little bit. When we fuck it can go on for hours.”

The smile on his face was adorable. He covers his face with her belly, looking up at her through his long lashes. Y/N takes her hand, rubbing the back of his head tenderly while keeping his gaze. He could be so adorable at times. Pulling at his ear that always made him fall asleep, Donnie takes his fingers, grabbing the edge of her panties to pull them down. Y/N closes her eyes to enhance the feeling of touch against her skin. It always worked. The fabric was passed her knees now, bare pussy cool against the air of the room.

Adonis takes his rough yet gentle hands to part her thighs, all while Y/N kept her eyes closed. She could feel him wrapping his large arms around her plush thighs, pulling her toward him a little. His knees rested on the back of her thighs elevating her legs a little more. Donnie pulls the shorts down and around his ankles causing the bed to shift and bounce slightly. Now that he was back in place, she shudders from the texture of his toned thighs against hers. Leaning his large body forward her legs automatically went up and over his shoulders. He was going to kill her like this. This was his favorite position. Opening her eyes, she could see him looking down at his dick. Always beautiful to look at she focused on it too, admiring the way he jerked it a little to get it the way he liked.

Stilling his hand, Donnie points it at her pussy, not inserting but rubbing gently over her folds to slick him up. He was smirking at her then and it made her roll her eyes. Of course her pussy was wet, it always was when she was around him. He didn’t even have to talk to make her wet all he had to do was exist. He had a habit of brushing his dick along Y/N’s clit and she loved the stimulation but not as much as his own tongue doing the job. This went on for another minute because Donnie loved the way she reacted to his motions with the soft moans she tried to hide and how low her eyes were.

“Stop teasing me...” she brought one hand up to rest over her forehead.

“Stop feeling so good against me then.” Donnie strokes downward, finally bringing his dick to her entrance. Stiffness overtook her hips as to prepare her for the insertion. She always had to do this with Donnie. They could have sex over 500 times and she would still do this to prepare for the collision. He was rather girthy so the feeling of fullness always took a lot to get used to. Y/N used his biceps as handle bars instead of the rocky headboard. Donnie inserts the tip while gripping himself, stopping once he was half way in. Y/N automatically clamped her thighs around him, locking him there.

“Oh, shit,” she whispers, “go slow.”

“Y/N, I’m not even all the way there yet. Loosen up your legs for me,” Donnie looked down at her with a raised brow, “you want me to hold your legs back for you? I will.”

Donnie uses the force of his toned hips to ease himself further, finding it rather difficult when Y/N wouldn’t let up from her hold. Taking matters into his own hands, Donnie holds her legs back, pushing fully in now. She bit down on her bottom lip, eyes clenched at the same time her pussy clenched him.

“Sweet fucking torture.” He says with a chuckle.

“Fuck.” Y/N looks up and over his shoulder.

“You Okay?” Donnie sniffles a little while speaking in a hushed tone.

“...what you think?” Y/N squints at him.

“...I think you want me to keep going honestly.”

There clearly was no denying that with the way her eyes looked. Not giving him the response he clearly wanted, Y/N allowed herself to feel every single push and pull action he provided while fucking her. His hand came down to grab the collar of the wife beater she wore, pull the fabric like it was a lasso for him to hold onto for the ride. Her breasts peaked over and the view was enough to make him move faster. The head board smashed loud against the wall.

“Damn, D,” she wiggles, one hand coming down to rest over his abdomen. Adonis places his arms on either side of her head, moving in and out, in and out, pace increasing with each passing stroke. That damn annoying banging and spring bouncing wasn’t loud enough to hide Y/N’s moans.

“Yes, D, fuck me,” smiling over her shoulder at his accomplishment, Donnie snapped his hips forward to perfect his stoke earning a sexy moan from her.

“So wet and so tight,” he praises while continuing his assault on her warm pussy. Eyes rolling with pleasure, Donnie bends down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, her hands coming up to stroke the back of his head. Her legs automatically widened and her cries pierced his ears.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Her knees dig into his neck from their position, breathing harsh and shallow as her pussy gripped him tightly. Donnie could feel her creaming on him and this was just number one.

“You ready to give me another one?” Donnie teased in her ear, “I want another one.”

“Yes.” The smacking of flesh peaked and all she could do was take it. Donnie started to grunt and moan in her ear, driving her ass insane.

“Oh, Mhm, Mhm, Yes, give me that pussy.”

That alone had her hollering. She could feel the urge to pee and that meant one thing.

“Shit, I think I’m gonna squirt,” Y/N always did in this position anyway. That’s why Donnie fucked her like this.

“Fuck, ahh,” she clenched her fists, accepting the intense feeling since her legs were locked around his neck and she couldn’t go anywhere. Stretching out her thighs over his shoulder, she releases herself on him, astonished by the way he continued to fuck her through the mess. She wasn’t going to stop him.

“Donnie!!!” Y/N felt him throb inside of her. This was it, he was going to cum deep inside of her and she had no protection. The thought of him doing that has her locking her legs so hard on him to keep him in. She was just complaining of being exhausted now she wanted him to stay buried deep inside so she could milk it all. Insane.

“DAMN GIRL!!” He increases his motion, “I’m about to make you pregnant! You ready for this nut?!”

“Yes! Give it to me, Daddy!”

“I gotchu, baby, Daddy gotchu!”

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Y/N stares down at the second pregnancy test that evening after work. She waited a while, around three weeks before testing herself to give it some time. Tapping her acrylic claw nails against the marble bathroom sink counter, she frustratingly sighs, pushing both negative tests on the floor. She tried a total of four that day. Two at work and two at home. Y/N ran a hand through her braid out, biting her lip to calm herself. She needed to scream into her pillow. All that excitement over the last three weeks between her and Donnie over the possibility of having a little baby felt so false. She hated feeling like that only to find out him cumming inside of her didn’t work at all.

“Screw this shit,” she threw her hands up, ready to leave the damn bathroom. That was until she heard Donnie down the hall.

“Babe! I went past the grocery store on my way back to grab the fresh salmon for tonight. Figured you could make me that teriyaki salmon again, shit was good.”

Finally at the bathroom door, Donnie noticed one of the tossed pregnancy tests near his feet. Picking it up, he flipped it over in his hand, noticing the negative sign. He wasn’t completely clueless, he knew what that meant. Not saying a word, Donnie looks up at Y/N, reading the stress in her shoulders and back. She had on a fitted sundress, the yellow one that he liked. Her ass looked extra phat every time she wore it.

“Negative, Donnie. After cumming in me twice no pregnancy,” with folded arms, Y/N turns to him, “do you think it’s because I took a bath after and it may have washed out? I don’t know...it’s just weird.”

Shrugging, Donnie walks forward, leaning against the sink, “nah, maybe you should have waited to test yourself. Maybe a month?” Donnie didn’t really know all he could do was try and comfort her some how.

“...I guess I can wait until then I just...I was just hoping to see it, you know? We had our hopes up.”

She had that sad face that Donnie hated. Pulling her into his embrace, Donnie hugs her close with his nose in her hair.

“Baby girl, we had sex how many times after that? One of times could be it as well.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m just...I was excited.”

“I’m still excited, shit, I get to cum in you whenever I want.” Y/N scowls at Donnie, ready to leave that bathroom and go to sleep. Her body was so tired.

“Babe, we have so many other opportunities. Don’t let this one discourage you.” Her smell had him going wild. It was sweet and warm. The stimulations from her scent went straight for his dick. The more it pressed against his jeans the more painful it became. Pulling her away from him, Donnie looks down on her with low dangerous eyes. Y/N looked from his lips to his eyes, waiting for what she was sure was about to happen. Without warning, Donnie palms her ass, squeezing then spanking her.

“Who told you to wear my favorite dress today, hm?” He had both of his hands on her ass now, spanking her with both hands because she didn’t respond.

“Hm? I said who told you to wear this? You showing off all this?” He spanked her harder, she jumps, “huh? You showing my ass that I touch and I eat out?” The crease in his brow had her breath hitching.

“No answer?” He rubbed her ass in circles, “no response? Just wake up and say fuck Donnie.”

“No...I just felt like wearing yellow, D.”

“Nah, I think you just felt like getting me mad. You must want me to fuck you like I’m mad at you.”

She couldn’t deny that his aggressiveness made her pussy wetter.

“N-no. I just...I felt like being cute today. It’s hot, baby.”

Smiling, he places a sweet kiss to her cheek, “you are cute, but still...You didn’t ask for my permission, gorgeous.”

Donnie flips her around to face the mirror without warning, taking one of his hands to pull her back by her hair while his other hand pulled the dress up and around her waist. Thong covered ass was now visible.

“Shit, you got a thong on too?” He chuckles, getting down behind her to pull at the string. Donnie takes the fabric, pulling it to the side to expose her pussy.

“Bend over.”

She does, hands planted on the mirror. Donnie takes one of her legs and lifts it onto the sink, opening her up more to see. Perfect. He spreads her cheeks, sticking his tongue out and eating her from pussy to ass. Nails dragging against the mirror she moaned, staring st her flustered reflection. His long wiggling tongue reached ever spot with precision.

“Oh my god that feels so good baby,” Y/N’s head fell in defeat, she couldn’t control how weak she was from him eating alone. He rubbed on her and kissed and licked. All the anger she felt about the pregnancy test was out the window. He flicked her clit and that’s what had her screaming.

“Bend that ass over, now. Spread your fucking legs...yeah...arch your back too,” Donnie pulls his pants down, shirt up to his chin and exposing that body to her yet again. Locking eyes in the mirror, Donnie held onto one of her legs while inserting himself inside of her pussy. She arched automatically, face planted against the glass. Her breath fogged the mirror with every moan and cry of pleasure. He was literally fucking her guts up and this was nothing like last night. The obscene smacking, the wet sounds, the vulgar names, Donnie was a different person. He always switched it up. Maybe this would get her pregnant this time.

“Daddy, omg!!!” She practically fell into the sink.

“I know I’m getting that ass pregnant now with how I’m fucking the shit out this tight ass fucking pussy!”

She looked at his face while he was all in her pussy, locking eyes and sharing moans of pleasure.

“Fuck me! Shit, fuck me!” Donnie pulled at her hair, pulling her back onto his dick over and over. This man was a raging bull.

“Daddy, hold up,” she tried to push at him, “daddy hold up I’m cumming!”

Donnie didn’t say a word all he did was fuck. She had no other choice but to grip the edge of the sink and hold on for the ride. Eyes watering, Y/N tried to breathe out through her nose.

“Fuck, Donnie! Shit, Baby!” Her orgasm hit hard like a high velocity ball striking someone’s head. It was so huge she pushed his dick out with force. Donnie didn’t like that at all. He grabbed her up, picking her up one handed and wrapping her legs around him.

“You wanna push me out when I’m tryna buss all in you? Don’t do that again.”

She was filled once again, arms around his neck and dress up to her waist. Donnie bounces her over him quick and smooth, uncaring of how much she cried about it being too deep or too much. He knew she couldn’t handle it like this but the more he fucked her through the struggle it just made him even more horny.

“I love this fucking pussy,” he watched with love as she came on his dick again, almost falling off of him.

“You gotta hold on baby. It’s like a ride, you gotta let me drive it,” she smiles despite her exhaustion, pulling Donnie into a kiss while he fucked her. Touching foreheads they both got lost in the moment with locked eyes and shared breaths. All he wanted to do was make her pregnant. He could give her more than one baby if she kept feeling like this and loving him like this.

“Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum,” He said with struggle, “open your legs so I can get deeper.”

She cried into his neck, hands wrapped around him to hold herself steady. Whenever Donnie was about to cum, he would push so deep her cervix could feel the impact. With his hands squeezing the hell out of her ass Donnie pumped into her one last time before exploding, shaky arms pulling her tightly to the point of breaking her spine. She could feel the warm liquid fill her up. Y/N clenched him while he slowly strokes, making sure he got everything out and where it was supposed to be. Donnie rubbed his sweaty face against hers, stilling himself but not leaving her cavern.

“Babe,” She was too tired to get him to put her down.

“Y/N, I’m not pulling out.”

“Donnie,” she pushed at him, “Baby my legs hurt.”

“Wait, Y/N, I’m getting hard again.”

“What? Fuck...” she knew exactly what that meant.

“We gotta make sure you get pregnant, baby girl. I need you pregnant next time.”

————-

“You are definitely pregnant, Y/N!”

She could have jumped in that exam room. That rough sex was clearly needed to get things going.

“How far along?”

“About two months.”

Confused, Y/N blinks down at the ultrasound tech, eyes traveling from the screen that didn’t make any sense to her and the gel that covered her belly.

“Wait...I tested and it said negative.”

Donnie even had the same look on his face.

“False readings are normal, Miss Y/N. Happens all the time.”

Y/N and Donnie shared a look, humor dancing between them both.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait a little?” He wanted to say that so bad clearly.

“Yeah! But I just-“

“Would you look at THAT! Two heart beats! No...wait...three?!”

Donnie went slack jawed and wide eyed. Y/N was just as frozen but more calm enough to speak.

“Three?! Triplets?! You sure? Cuz ... I’m looking at a whole lot of grainy mess.”

“Yes. Three is here in your womb!”

Donnie has his eyes planted to her belly. Three? How the hell was he going to raise three.

“Three tiny Creed’s.”

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@nickidub718 @chaneajoyyy @hearteyes-for-killmonger @youreadthatright @drsunshine97 @blowmymbackout @goddessofthundathighs

#amethyst1993 #adonis creed #creed #creed 2 #smut

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 2 years

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Idk if you’ve answered this before but where did you move your content from your old tumblr @ amethyst1993 to?

It’s still there I can pin my masterlist on that page but some of the links aren’t working for some stories.

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 5 years

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Best Comedy

Comedy is about timing, wording, and subject matter. This spot goes to the one fic that made you all laugh the hardest.

It was unanimous! You all have decided that Who Named You is that hilarious story that sticks with you.

Congratulations @amethyst1993

Need a pick-me-up? Read this and laugh!

Who Named You

#black panther anniversary #black panther awards #best comedy #winners #amethyst1993 #black panther fandom #black panther fic #black panther fanfiction #black panther #comedy fic #funny story #comedy

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terrablaze514 · 5 years

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Social Media Woes *Erik x Reader* (1)

Idea from @supersizemeplz : Would I be pushing it if I wanted someone to make this a fic with Erik? ((Quit liking my posts on social media or we gone end up like this.))

Rated M (no minors allowed)

Taglist: @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @shegoego @brittyevans @iamrheaspeaks @imasmille @blowmymbackout @the-lululemon @destinio1 @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade // @that-chick-103 @cassidylikeszayn @ashleychristina73 @laxativerat @jasmine-j @kaykay0829 @chellllz @sistaskeeper @asweet-serendipity @abeautifulmindexposed @fictionalfantasies @gold3nmind @brooklyn-knights1 @imdiirtydan @quinnbethany @purple-kelpie-child @emoniclark22 @cosmicmelaninflower @mood-alwayssad @badgalteezy @maxyya @gameoverr1 @wakandaforeverwrites @ljstraightnochaser @amethyst1993 @muse-of-mbaku @princessstevens @supersizemeplz @bribrisback @killmongersgurl @hoopshoney @wakanda-inspired @daytimeheroicsonly @killmongurl @wakanda-4evr @thiccdaddy-mbaku @maddiestundentwritergaines @bartierbakarimobisson @oceanscorazon @youreadthatright @vikkidc

Disclaimer: Black Panther belongs to Marvel. Just borrowing the characters.

Erik Stevens ^

T'Challa Udaku as Troy:

*******

Your profile picture displayed under one photo.

Two photos.

Four. Eight. Sixteen posts.

Multiply that by thirty.

The young man fumed even more by your serial likes on his Facebook posts. Matters had gotten worse on Instagram.

“She’s a trip, and a trick,” he muttered. “How dare she interfere?”

Without warning, he’d flipped his desk over. His eyes now burned with fire.

“Time to teach her some manners.”

~•~•~

“Oooh, but that's my favourite colour! I wanna see more!”

Your fantasy took a dive as you saved the picture you wanted. A known photographer on campus had captured one of the most beautiful backshots you've ever seen. Without a second thought, the photo was sent to Erik Stevens on Facebook. It's no surprise you've liked all his posts, but who could possibly resist?

His cousin Troy had warned you about serial liking his stuff after class yesterday, but you couldn't care less. Erik was sexy and that's all that mattered.

So the time came for Reading Week, and you haven't seen Erik nor Troy on school grounds.

That's strange.

His Facebook page was deactivated. No sweat - he had other social media you could look at. Only downside…

Your IP address was blocked.

Damn it!

Trish and Shania knocked on your door when you've let them in. “What's up?”

Your voice was void of its usual upbeat vibe. You’ve missed the high and fulfillment of undressing him with your eyes. The sultry sound of his voice. The swag accentuated in his walk.

It didn't help that your brain refused to play nighttime movies with him in them.

“What's wrong?” Shania asked as she entered your room.

“I need to get some Chardonnay Pinot Grigio, so I can calm myself down.”

Shania and Trish exchanged knowing looks. All three of you were halfway through sophomore year, and this high-time drinking wasn't cutting it anymore. Not since Coretta's horrific accident under the influence. It's left a damper on the school community since she was at the top of her class. You've all vowed to keep away from alcoholic beverages until graduation.

Trish approached your closet while Shania took your laptop and unplugged it.

“No more Erik, Y/N,” she said. “I understand where you're coming from, but I'm afraid your obsession with him will do more harm than good.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily. “But he’s got the look. He's the real deal.”

“Damn right he ain't the real deal,” Trish said, selecting your ensemble. “We're going to take our minds off of the stress that school brings, without getting drunk.”

A pout screwed your features as you crossed your arms. “Y'all are so wrong for this. All kinds of wrong! He's the only one that matters to me, and now he hardly exists.”

Trish sighed, while Shania chuckled softly.

“Give him a break. We're going to unwind tonight, and this is also a great opportunity to revisit the early 2000s Era.”

“To the club?” You asked.

“Yes, and it will be lit!” Shania exclaimed, lighting up the mood.

~•~•~

Erik and Troy hung out at Aaron's crib. The older man gave them permission to stick around in this space while Study (Reading) Week was in session at school. No classes, but everyone was encouraged to keep their memories fresh and take care of themselves.

Both cousins, two years apart in age, from an invisible African country, had hidden their true identities from others.

Erik Stevens.

Troy Clue.

When the man of the house disappeared, presumably on his way to work, N'Jadaka and T'Challa reverted back to speaking Xhosa, opened communication with their relatives in Wakanda, and monitored your IP address.

~•~•~

Omarion's “Drop That Heater” blared throughout the hall. The intensity of the music's bass overpowered your body, your heart had an intrinsic connection with it.

It's been four hours now, and the ladies you've kicked it with had decided to call it a night.

Not you, though.

“C'mon Y/N, we've got homework to focus on,” said Shania, who grabbed your arm.

“I agree,” Trish chimed in. “Besides, do we still have Erik and Troy to deal with?”

You shook your head. As the music died down, the DJ played “Do That Thing” by B2K and Lil’ Kim. The crowd went ballistic - no surprise, since the two-time platinum music group was on tour and y'all had little to no chances to attend their live shows. School work had top priority. At least this club was kind enough to celebrate the comeback of millennium artists. Chingy, Pretty Ricky, Lloyd and Ying Yang Twins had also been the jam of tonight.

Without further ado, your small group pulled you out of the club. You didn't drink - y'all had agreed to have genuine fun without getting drunk or high, in the slightest. Huge difference compared to your younger days, and you had every reason to celebrate.

*****

To be continued... Sorry y’all, the next short-short part will come when it chooses to. I have some baby-makin’ to do.

#social media woes #tb514fanfics #twoshot #erik x reader #erik killmonger stevens #t'challa #my ocs #t'challa x oc #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction

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supersizemeplz · 4 years

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Cute Enough To Eat

Photographer Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Random with no real plot, I like it nonetheless. Sorry in advance if you didn’t want to be tagged or I used the wrong tag. It’s been a while. I listened to Good & Plenty as I wrote. Enjoy!

The sunlight spilled into the studio apartment, bouncing off the bright walls for a brighter room. With no buildings tall enough to block the sun beams, it was on the warmer side. Sounds of the city below were soft background noise as it barely touched the windows of the tenth floor. Looking over the spread of photos on his round kitchen table, the contrasts of bright colors and brown skin tones brought happiness to the photographer. Some photos of nature, some of models, and some of both.

Erik grinned at his work, fingers brushing over a photo that caught his eye. Picking it up, he admired the radiant brown skin of his favorite model. You. It'd been a random photo shoot months before, spur of the moment really. He could remember it vividly as if it was just a day ago.

It was your fourth date, on a Thursday morning. He'd persuaded you into having coffee and donuts with him at a new black owned coffee shop over the phone. Well not really persuaded, you'd hopped on the offer with quickness which had made him chuckle. You'd cleared your throat to try and cover up your excitement but it was too late. Besides, he was just as excited himself.

He'd met you at your home, where you both took the short trip to the shop on foot. He'd carried his camera along with him, saying that inspiration could hit him at any moment. That moment hit as you both took a detour through the park, inhabiting a few parents and their children as well as a couple of pet owners.

You'd both found an area in the center of the park, between a few bushes and a large tree. He'd snapped that first few photos of you and fell in love.

"Morning, Daka." You surprised him, wrapping your arms around his bare upper body. Taking in his scent with a hum. The soft scent of his cologne caught your nose with ease and you snuggled deeper into him.

"Morning, baby. You're in a good mood." His hand laid over yours before he interlocked your fingers. Bringing your hand to his lips, he pressed a few kisses against your soft skin. "I wonder why?" He smirked, sliding from your hug to turn to you. With a soft tug, you were pulled to him with ease.

You let out a small blurt of laughter, widening his grin. "I'm pretty sure you have a good idea of that, Mr. Stevens. You're the one who put me to sleep." Smiling, you allowed your lips to ghost his. He hummed at the memory, pulling your waist closer if possible. Mumbling that he 'might need a refresher'.

You allowed him to catch your lips, indulging in a passionate kiss. He lifted your chin, thick fingers gently holding your face in place. Lifting up on your tip toes, you both were lost in each other lips before you heard him give a soft growl. No sir.

You pulled away, much to his disappointment, giggling as he licked his lips. "Wait, wait. Lemme holla at you real quick, baby." His eyes stayed on you with a hungry lust as he spoke. You moved towards the kitchen, putting space between you and him. You'd let him holla the night before and the happy flutter between your thighs could attest to that.

"Behave, Stevens. Do you not want breakfast?" You opened the fridge, glancing back to him before finding your ingredients. He watched you as you placed the few items in your hands on the island's countertop.

"As long as I can have it with a side of you." That was rewarded with a playful eye roll from you. Corny ass. He'd picked up his camera, tinkering with it. "I know that wasn't an eye roll, baby girl."

"It wasn't." You fibbed, starting on your pancakes. "I had something in my eye." He hummed at that, chuckling when you flashed a big smile. Replying with a humored ‘I bet’. Lifting his camera, he snapped a photo of the moment.

You looked up at him at the sound of the click, never stopping your wrist as you mixed pancake batter. “I am not decent enough to be snapping photos this early in the morning sir. I look a mess.” He moved closer as you began placing the batter into their little patties.

“Neva that, baby..” Erik replies, snapping two more photos of you. The last one of you with a hand on your hip as you looked at him. He walked to you slowly, grinning as you gave him a playful eye roll. The camera snapped more as you continued your task at hand.

You turned from him, going over to the cabinet to get a plate. Pressing a hand to the countertop, you reached up with a soft stretch. With that came the exposing of your bright lace panties hugging your backside from beneath his shirt that you’d taken for your own. “Never that..” He snapped the moment with a hum of approval.

“You just take a picture of my ass, Stevens?” You raised an eyebrow, a smirk teasing your lips. He chuckling, deepening his dimples.

“I didn’t necessarily take a picture of it..” He made his way to you as you flipped the pancakes. “It just happened to be a nice bonus to my photo of you. For my eyes only, of course.”

You chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him as you placed the finished flapjacks on the plate. He nibbled at your ear, making you squeal happily when he smacked your thigh. “Quitt. I’m trying to cook, goofy.”

He obeyed, stopping his toying. “Just take a minute and look at these, baby. Two seconds.” Lifting the camera, he moved through the few photos he’d taken. Voicing which were sure to become a part of his portfolio as well as the three he’d take for his own private collection. “You literally could be doing the simplest thing and make it look good. Without trying..”

“I am cute, huh?” You joked, taking the camera from him to look through the photos again. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Cute enough to eat.” He mumbled, giving soft pecks to your skin. Getting sloppier the closer he got to your neck. You relaxed a bit with a soft ‘I thought it was good enough to eat. Not cute’. Humming, he turned you to face him and brought his lips closer to yours. “That too.. and I’ll prove it to you if you let me.”

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(Since I haven’t tagged in so long.)

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@justanotherloveaffair @cmonkillmonger @princesskillmonger @theblulife @airis-paris14 @liviy00 @whoramilaje @yaachtynoboat711 @yofavcocoa @kaykay0829

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#black panther #erik stevens #erik x reader #erik killmonger #black reader #black panther killmonger #oneshot

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