Yoooo 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤🖤 y’all already know what I’m about to ask so who gon do it??? I nominate @supersizemeplz but if anyone wants to do it all I request is a tag please and thank ☺️
I seen this and I thought about writing something on it. Since you suggested it, I just might.
This was requested by @fentybabyy (who I also can’t tag) who suggested two. I ended up going with #78 - “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” I’m not going to lie, your request gave me slight anxiety lol, but only because you gassed my ass hard af and I didn’t want to let you down. As always, I hope I did it justice. This is unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine and mine only.
Pairing: Ari x Erik
Word count: 975
Warnings: None
Poem By: Dawn Lanuza from The Last Time I’ll Write About You
Prompt requests are closed at this time but I may open them once the first ten have been completed.
Enjoy Dolls, xo.
It was officially the rainy season in California, which meant that Aurora was writing like crazy. She had the door and windows wide open, her large fan blowing in the hallway to coax in the smell as she usually did. The fan was just as loud as it usually was as it spun air into the hall, causing a ruckus. She knew Erik would have poked his head out to see what the commotion was had he not known what was going on. Aurora, however, was raised with manners so she had gone down and knocked on her neighbor’s door to give him a heads up that she would be turning the giant metal monster on, trying to quell surprising him unnecessarily.
Erik had nodded and said it wouldn’t be a problem as long as she agreed to have dinner with him.
Compromise, he had called it a slight lift to his plump mouth. As if having dinner with him was such a hardship.
This one goes out to both @uhlxisback and @sydneeblue (who I still can’t tag btw). You both gave me Prompt #23 “Just pretend to be my date.” I was originally going to do two separate ones but I couldn’t think of different ways to spin this so I’m going to fill both requests in one. This one is cute and I had fun writing it. I hope you ladies enjoy it. This is unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine and mine only.
Pairing: Jade x Kamia
Word count: 904…just made it lol.
Warnings: None
Prompt requests are closed at this time but I may open them once the first ten have been completed.
Enjoy Dolls, xo.
“Just pretend to be my date.”
Kamia’s fingers stuttered against her keyboard adding a few unnecessary constants to the word she was writing. Wide hazel eyes swept up in the air to look at the beautiful brown-skinned woman across from her as shock began to buzz around in her system at an alarming speed at the suggestion. By some feat, she managed to maintain her usual neutral face.
They were sitting in Jade’s admittedly stylish office, paper samples spread out on the medium contemporary desk awaiting Aurora’s approval when she arrived. The smells of bergamot, sugared citrus, and sandalwood permeating from the three wicked candles that sat on one of the shelves of the built-in charcoal bookcase that made up the wall behind the homeowner gave the space a sense of calmness Kamia usual felt while sitting near the lapping waves at the beach.
That calm was officially shattered.
Erik: You coming with me?
Reader: *laughs shyly* what?
Erik: I SAID you coming with Daddy?
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Yoooo 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤🖤 y’all already know what I’m about to ask so who gon do it??? I nominate @supersizemeplz but if anyone wants to do it all I request is a tag please and thank ☺️
* This is short but I didn’t expect to make a part two so this is what I could come up with in the short time I had between homework (shout out to this being senior year of undergrad!), enjoy guys.
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It’s been about two weeks since my first encounter with Erik when he saved me from that creep and he seems to come around every other day or so. He comes in, messes with me, shops for his usual protein bars and shakes and checks out, while also sneaking me a Mr. Goodbar. And he always waits in my line, no matter how busy the store is or how long my line is; he will wait his turn to come and bother me.
Right now he is currently shopping for his usual when Tati comes in for her shift. “I saw muscle mans car outside, surprised he isn’t up here with you.” She says as she walks to clock in. I throw a napkin at her head and return to my history book. I’m currently looking over some notes for an exam I have coming up that I need to graduate. As I scan my notes, I feel my book being yanked out of my hand. “Racial capitalism? What you know about that Princess?” Erik asks me, calling me by the nickname he gave me a week or two ago.
“Nothing, which is why I’m reading over it before my test. I need to understand at least 75% of it so I can pass this class and get my degree so I can stop working at this supermarket and get into corporate America.” I replied scanning his items. “You’re going to do fine Princess. You’re actually smart when you what to be.” I rolled my eyes as he laughed and handed me his cash. I gave him his change and in exchange he handed me my Mr. Goodbar.
“One day we are going to actually hang out when you aren’t in your work clothes Princess.” “Sure we are. Bye Erik.” He winked before walking out. Tati comes up to my line smirking as she leans over my counter. “So when are you going to admit that you have feelings for that fine piece of chocolate that Jesus put on this Earth for us to enjoy and let him get into those pants?” I rolled my eyes as I signed off of my drawer. “He is a customer that I talk to.” “That also wants to get into your panties. That man looks at you like you’re one of the snacks in this store that he can’t take home but he sure will keep trying until he can.” She replied. I took my candy bar and my book as she signed on so I could take my break. “I’m going on break while you take this venture into fairy land ma’am.” I began to walk off when she called out to my again. “Okay but we are going to Dre’s party tonight and no you can’t back out because you promised. I even went with you to that boring poetry thing Tuesday night.” I waved my hand back to her to let her know I understood before heading off to the break room to study.
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A lot of people actually liked the first one? so I made a second one. I’m never really good at short stories, I stick to my poetry as it has never done me wrong, so it made me feel good that you guys liked it. I know I’ll have to turn this into a short series now so here’s to me actually starting and finishing something for once in my life and that people seem to enjoy. Thanks for reading guys!
Dedicated to @marvelpotterlove 💜 This was a 5 part series, but I extended it to 6.. and now I’m extending it again with this epilogue long after the fact but @amethyst1993 made me wanna do it so here we go.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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December 31st began with waking up in a California king with a California king as sun rays streamed through stark white curtains onto the bed to illuminate his scar-riddled skin a brilliant gold. The best part about the peaceful moment was that it was not an anomaly. The same angelic image of him could be seen any given morning after a devilish night with him at his place and it was forever burned into your memory. You watched silently as his eyes blinked open and adjusted peeacefully on yours. No words were needed. With a lighthearted smile, you dipped your head under the sheet and grabbed his morning wood in your hand, trailing your lips up and down the shaft. Your tongue happily followed the same path as he turned laying fully on his back.
“That lip balm is the truth,” he groaned, voice almost as deep as your affection for him. You smiled into the vein running lengthwise up his stiffness, silently sighing a small laugh and he twitched in your hand. Since you’d bought both of you your own tubes of Beekman’s Pure Goat Milk Lipbalm, he’d been using his nonstop and noticing just how soft it made his lips. He swore yours were softer too, like silken rose petals, although you’d been using the stuff. Sticking your blanket covered butt in the air, you enveloped him in your mouth, sucking gently on the head. You could taste his precum as it mixed with your spit and you let it drool back onto him, twisting your hands around his shaft. You took it slow, with neither of you having anywhere else more important to be. Slowly and passionately, you channeled all of your lust into the soft cushions of your lips. You could hear him exhale short gusts of air and swallow. His hands felt on your shoulders and when he pulled the blanket off of you, you looked up at him.. feeling him twitch in your mouth. Your hands traveled up his abs and rubbed all over his chest before you popped him out of your mouth and rubbed him all over your face, getting messy. You slapped him gently against your cheek and when you sucked him again, he groaned deeply. “Where you want it, baby?” When you didn’t release him, sucking more vigorously instead he knew the answer and he came with a final twitch and slight jerk of the hips. You made sure to swallow every drop. “You.. are perfect,” he sighed watching you with wide eyes. He was completely enamored and the thought made your head swim with elation. “Come here,” he whispered curling his fingers in a matching hand motion. You wiggled up to kiss him before he guided you onto your back and kissed from your lips to your neck to your navel. “My turn,” he said huskily, making himself comfortable as if he planned to be down there a while. Three and a half hours was the current record and that was because you were marathoning Brooklyn 99 when it happened that one time.
Brunch was prepared by a shirtless Erik and you made sure to watch carefully as he wrapped scallops with brown-sugared bacon and cut up smoked salmon, arranging it neatly over capers, eggs, onion, and a toasted baguette. He then moved onto a pasta dish. It was elegant and picture perfect and his signature cocktail was the perfect complement. You cut up the fruit, set the table, and washed dishes as a contribution and after the food, you kissed Erik goodbye and promised to be ready at 7:20 PM for your date.
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Ang sat on your bed while you got dressed telling you about how drastically her older brother’s veneers changed his look and now he might get married now. “He used to say hook me up with one of your friends,” she copied in a deep voice that made you shake your head with a grin. Somehow she looked as sounded like him when she did that. “..And I’d tell him no because he’s ugly.. and he was!”
“Oh I remember,” you scoff and she shows you his glowup on her phone. “Oh yeah, he’ll be married by next year if that’s what he truly wants. He looks good.”
“I’m not telling his bighead that.. and you! So you didn’t try to work at all today, whaaat? That beautiful man has turned you out and I’m here FOR it, child,” Ang waved her hand in the air with a sip from her wine glass.
“It’s New Year’s Eve, Ang! I don’t typically work on New Y–” You couldn’t contain it, your snicker sprung free from your gut as she stared through you calling out the lie with her eyes. Once you cracked, she did too giggling with you. If Erik weren’t in the picture, you’d be working right now or thinking about it. “Oh wait! I have your New Year’s gift,” you jump, shuffling to your closet. “For you, my darling.” You hand her a shiny blue gift bag and her lip curves into a happy pout.
“Awwww,” she fawns pulling out the Coach scarf and matching leather gloves. “I would say you didn’t have to–”
“BUT I DID,” you yell with a knowing smile, finishing the sentence with her in unison.
“I’ve got your gift in the car! I’ll go get it hold on,” she grins. Your phone buzzes and when you check it, it’s Jamira. Ang stops short so you pass it to her and she rolls her eyes at the name on the screen, typing a response.
“What.. do.. you.. want.. tacky little girl,” she says slowly, typing it out. “I still don’t like that mousey bitch or her tangled ass wig,” she mutters crossing her arms flippantly, the phone dropping to the bed.
“I’m just glad she finally got from up under my mama’s toxic ass and went and got some business,” you say twirling in the brand new white dress you purchased for your date. It had a flowy mid-thigh length a-line skirt, a ruffled sheer hem, sheer long sleeves, and deep v-neck cleavage. You paired it with white pumps, a silver necklace with a diamond pendant, and diamond stud earrings. “Crazy what space and self-reflection can do for a person.”
“You’re better than me. I wouldn’t care about her little transformation. Transform these hands, little Yoda.”
The shift in your family structure was something serious. You heard through the grapevine that your stepdad passed, but you didn’t so much as call let alone go to the funeral. You were grown and he’d had years to develop a relationship with you.. but he chose not to.. so you didn’t feel bad about your decision in the least. You didn’t comment on the Facebook posts and videos. You didn’t send any condolences. Shortly after, you learned that Jamira left the city and relocated to New Jersey.
The phone rings this time and you both stare at it, letting it ring. “Answer it,” you say finally and with a long groan Ang picks it up, putting it on speaker.
“WHAT… little girl,” she sighs.
“Can I speak to my sister.”
“WHAT? LITTLE GIRL,” you repeat.
“Y/N.. I wanted to call you to say… I’m sorry..” she pauses and you exchange bewildered expressions with Ang.
“I don’t give the fuck,” Ang mouths and you chuckle silently listening to hear what comes next.
“I was a bitch and mom is still a bitch. I don’t know why I was so bad to you.. Well no, I do know. I was angry at you because you had this huge plan like you just knew you were gonna be hot shit and then you left and I thought you’d come right back after you failed but then you didn’t and I kept waiting for you to fall on your face. We all did, but you never came back and then you’d send money like you were rubbing it in our faces. You always had everything, like you were above us all. I hated you, or I thought I did.. In reality, I hated myself and I see that now too. Sooo.. Instead of hating you, I’ve decided to try and make my life something closer to the life I want. I just wanted to tell you that.”
You stare at Ang and she stares back, her wide eyes matching yours. You’re lost for words.
“Thank you for calling to tell me,” you finally say calmly, unsure of how to respond. You aren’t sure you’re ready to wipe years under the rug just yet. “If you want to call me to talk from time to time.. you can,” you add.
“I will,” she says and when you hang up, you and Ang both let out a long sigh.
“I need a drink now,” you laugh pouring yourself a bit more wine.
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When Erik picks you up in his black NSX, he’s looking sharp in his tailored deep navy and black suit. You can tell he got a fresh haircut to clean up around his locs and you smile reaching to touch it. “Well look at you,” Ang yells from the door, heading to her car with her Coach goodies. The day was definitely all about elegance and refinement, you note gleefully as he hands you a beautiful bouquet of red and white flowers. “You know about flowers,” he asks. You chuckle shaking your head. You hadn’t a clue about them except that they were pretty and you were glad to get anything from him.
“Red carnations and white chrysanthemums,” he points. “The red means love, pride, and admiration because I admire the way you handle yourself and persevere by any means necessary. The white means truth and loyalty.. and the ring in the middle,” he points again watching your eyes grow wide at the princess cut yellow sapphire set in white gold. “..This is a promise ring,” he smiles, silver fangs gleaming. “It says I promise to always support you, be there for you, and available to you. You’re strong and you’ve only gotten stronger since we’ve been together. I’ve gotten stronger. Better. I don’t know what forever looks like, or fuck it, next year honestly. But one day at a time, I think we can do this.. What you think?”
“…Yeah,” you nod meekly and laugh, your feelings beginning to overflow. You pick up the ring and he helps slide it on. You can feel a tear slip down your cheek and it’s not even a proposal.
“How’s my gift supposed to compare to that,” Ang pouts playfully revealing a silver bag.
“So you just gone ruin my moment? I had her crying tears of joy,” Erik stresses in a brag like the moment he’d created was a woven masterpiece.
“Hush, prettyboy.” Ang playfully bumps him out of the way and he steps back. She puts the bag in your hands and as soon as you try to look in it, she grabs it back with a mischievous smile. “I put something in there for him too. Happy New Year!I’m putting this in your living room. Look through it later, okay. For now, you two go have fun” she says dancing toward the house, locking the door and returning your keys. You don’t stop her because you know she has plans for the night as well.
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In the car, you told Erik about your sister’s call. His response was to leave the decision up to you as to whether you would forgive her or keep contact with her. “You’re the only one who can decide if you are or will ever be ready for that,” he said simply. “Just keep her away from me.” You couldn’t be mad at it.
The Fox Theatre was his surprise. You jumped into his arms wrapping yours happily around his neck when you realized you were there for an Ella Mai concert. Loudly, you both sang and there was nothing that could’ve possibly been better. You were almost ashamed to give him his gift which was in your trunk.. an Aerogarden.. a stainless steel mini countertop garden with LED lighting that would allow him to grow his own fresh herbs, greens, and veggies right there in the kitchen. Thankfully, he loved it. “Thank you, baby,” he said between smothering kisses all over your face. He really loved it.
It was the perfect date night and when he dropped you back at home, you invited him in to see what Ang brought the two of you. From the bag, you pull out a Kate Spade wallet and a mug that says Reformed Workaholic. Erik smirks and you hit him playfully. Then you pull out an envelope but it’s addressed to him. He opens the it and reads the card:
Erik, Thank you for taking care of my bestie. She deserves it. I’m glad she found someone like you. If she ever gets on your nerves, just drop her off at my house, but stick around.
“Ain’t gotta tell me,” he says slipping it back into the envelope. There’s a pair of Gucci black rimmed glasses and he grabs them immediately putting them on.
“Damn..,” you jerk at how fast he moved to grab them. “I’ll tell her you liked them!” Chuckling, you take out the last items. A bottle of honey and a can of whipped cream. “What I’m supposed to do with this,” you mumble, your mind putting it together. There’s a dark glint in his eyes.
“You gone really thank her after I show you how they do New Years kisses in Australia,” he whispers lowly in your ear with an Australian accent. “Down under.” You cackle. Pulling you up from the couch, he drapes you over his shoulder like a caveman, slapping your ass and he takes you up the stairs, honey and whipped cream in hand. You’re thanking her in your head already.
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“Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember
All of the times we had
Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember
All of the times we had
Let’s bring it back” - Jay Sean feat. Sean Paul and Lil Jon
A/N: I wrote this as a bday gift to @nerd-lovely . Happy birthday love! And I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well! ️
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Erik Killmonger x Plus-Sized Black Reader
A/N: This is a short one shot and #supersizedfic I wrote while Right Now by Trevor Jackson was on repeat. There’s smut, FYI. Not too much, but enough to know it’s smut. And I didn’t proofread, so I apologize for typos. Enjoy.
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“We need to find a way get you out of that shy shit..”
A chill ran down her spine as she stood before him. His dark chuckle filled the air, causing a familiar tingle. Her gaze lingered on his lips, loving the curve that they held. Those dark orbs of his looked up to her round face, running his fingers up her thigh.
It never failed. Everytime he got close to her, she was nervous as hell. Not because she didn’t want him near her, she loved that, but because she felt she didn’t stand a chance when it came to the thought of pleasing. She’d heard of his past sexual escapades, and how experienced you had to be to get with him.
Of course she’d had sex before, a couple of times to be exact, but for some reason she wasn’t confident with him. Erik was a sexual god, who had somehow mastered the female anatomy. Many women wanted him, but few could handle him. Why did she think she could?
A gasp escaped her lips as she was lifted into the air, snapping from her thoughts. Her hands immediately went to his toned arms, holding tight. He carried her to the bed, easily dropping her into the soft sheets. Bouncing lightly, she stared at him with lust.
Erik turned her over, laying her on her stomach as he admired her round backside. His hands massaged the back of her chubby thighs, leaving small kisses here and there. He could tell she was tense, the way her muscles were tight.
“Relax, baby… I got you.”
He pulled her closer, un-fastening her bra slowly. His fingers rubbed small circles into her love handles, melting her insecurities. Her softness earned a growl from him, melting her insecurities. He sent a hard smack to her ass, giggling as she pushed the soft cushion into him. Her core tingled at the action, already producing that nectar he’d been yearning to taste.
Wet kisses were trailed up her back, making her quiver. She moaned as he nibbled at her neck, mumbling how much he wanted her. He had yet to lay his eyes on her soft breasts and erect nipples. Finally turning her over, he hummed in approval.
Taking the opportunity, he took the brown bud into his mouth. Sucking lightly, he heard her moan. She ran a hand over his dreads that were braided back, relaxing at the butterfly kisses he pressed against her skin. Her thighs rested at his sides as he cursed.
“Erik...”
Her soft voice caught his attention as his fingers found her wetness. She exhaled, relaxing against the sheets. He smirked, watching her lips part the longer he toyed with her. Answering with an amused ’yeah, baby?’, Erik felt his dick twitch from her moans. His erection was trapped in his boxers, tempting him to cover it in her glaze. But he was enjoying this too much. Foreplay was his favorite part, the thrill of his beard dripping. A curse left his lips as she tightened around his fingers.
“Keep those eyes on me.”
It was a demand to which she obeyed. He wanted to see how submissive she was. Her dark pupils trained on his soft lips. She stopped herself from kissing him, gripping the covers. As if he could read her mind, he pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes closed as he curved his fingers, and she whimpered when their lips separated.
“Damn, I can’t wait to fuck you into submission…”
Once again, she couldn’t keep eyes on his. He was so intimidating, so attractive. Every time their eyes met it was like he saw her soul, which he was working towards snatching at the moment. She arched off the bed, cursing his name loudly. How he’d attached his lips to her clit so quickly, she’d never know, but she wasn’t complaining.
He pumped his fingers faster, feeling her hips move. She was riding his fingers, building her climax. Her sex was dipping onto his comforter, causing him to groan into her. The taste of her was addicting.
“I’m so close, baby.”
She bit her lip as she felt her orgasm coming. Her stomach tightened as she fought to hold it. It was happening faster than she thought. Her legs shook as he sucked her clit. The bundle of nerves worked against her as she tried closing her thighs to slow him down.
Suddenly the feeling of his fingers were gone as he held her legs back. She squirmed as he tongue fucked her. Ecstasy made her jerk as she encouraged him, whispering just like that as he held her still. Her body was trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Stop fuckin’ running, baby. Let daddy eat..”
He growled, mumbling against her. The sensation sending her into oblivion. Her hips bucked as he resumed his attack. His beard tickling her as she propped herself up weakly on her elbows to watch him. He looked up at her as he devoured her, winking arrogantly. And like a pipe, she came undone.
He chuckled, smacked her fat folds. She squirmed beneath his arms, but he wasn’t letting her go. Admiring her glistening pussy, he pushed his hard bulge against it. Her hand palmed him as he gave her a dazed smirk before he spoke.
“I know you got a few more in you. I need you right now..”
Another #supersizedfic short. Random fic with no plot and light SMUT. Enjoy!
Laughter echoed through the air, being carried off with the gentle breeze that passed by. The full moon and few stars in the sky illuminated the backyard as its occupants enjoyed the small party. A couple handfuls of people were vibing to the mellow music that filled the air, dancing along to the words of the whatever artist played as the designated amateur DJ for the night played songs from his phone on the loud speaker. Late 2000’s rap and 90’s R&B were the genres, give or take a few recent tracks, were the only songs tolerated.
Y/N swayed her hips to the current song, dancing on her best friend. Her hands tugged at her short dress as she bounced her ass, the birthday bitch sash around her bounced with her movements. A couple ’fuck it up’s and ’get it bitch’s were thrown her way as she finally let loose. The straight shots of New Amsterdam from moments before were starting to settle in her system.
Everyone around her was almost as tipsy as her, or high as a kite. Either way, she was enjoying them. They came for her and she appreciated it. As the song finished, she fanned herself and dismissed herself from her group to grab another drink.
Breezing past the guests, she made her way inside the house. No one occupied the kitchen and she was a bit thankful. She had the AC all to herself.
Grabbing a red solo from the countertop, she glanced over the couple bottles of alcohol on the table. The bottle she chose was almost gone. They liked vodka too. Deciding on mixing it with her cranberry juice, she leaned against the counter after finding a straw.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N..”
Looking up towards the baritone voice, she muttered an automatic thank you. She had been saying it all day so it came naturally. But when she met his smirk, she was thankful for her dark skin hiding her blush.
“Erik? I, uh.. didn’t know you were gonna come..”
A smile spread her lips as he took in her appearance. She placed her cup on the counter, trying to hide her fidgeting fingers. Her bottom lip, instinctively, tucked between her teeth as he walked around the large island to her.
“Yeah. I couldn’t miss your party, baby girl.. & You even wearing my favorite color. Looking beautiful as always.” He grinned, showing his deepened dimples. She giggled, breaking eye contact to look down. The large pink gift bag finally caught her eye, and she looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. Chuckling, he held it out to her.
She took it, thanking him before she placed it on an empty space on the counter. He watched her as she took out the silver tissue paper. Dipping her hand into the bag, she gave him another glance at what she felt. He wiggled his eyebrows as she pulled out two shoe boxes, along with the rectangle jewelry box taped on top.
“Erikkk. You didn’t have to do all this..” Her eyes lit up as she eyed the expensive heels. Smiling, she noticed that he was paying attention to her the night she rambled on about wanting the limited edition heels. She moved onto the jewelry box, wondering what it held. A gasp escaped her lips as she caught sight of the gold chain. It glinted in the light, just as the one on his neck did. She squealed, doing a little dance as she ran her nails over the expensive neck wear.
Erik placed the chain around her neck, smiling as she kept touching it. She turned to him, letting him see it. He smiled big, flashing the glint of gold in his mouth.
“Ohhh, I get a card too?” She grinned as she noticed the pink envelope. Her name was written cursive in blue ink. A small frown set on her lips as he took it from her. Shaking his head, he told her that she couldn’t open until she was alone, after the party was over. Rolling her eyes, she obeyed his demand.
“What I tell you about rolling your eyes at me, baby girl? You need a reminder?” His voice lowered as he held up her chin. It had slipped her mind. She had no choice but to look at his handsome face. Her gaze roam over his smooth skin and plump lips. The reminder of the not-so-threatening threat he’d once promised sent a chill down her spine.
“Keep playing with me, and I’ll give them a damn good reason to roll..” He chuckled as he seen her eyes cloud with lust. Their bodies managed to pull closer as he admired her. Her hands rested on his toned arms, his resting on her wide hips.
“I don’t know. Do I?” She fluttered her lashes slowly, biting her plump bottom lip that shined with gloss. He could feel her breathing slow, her body melting against his. Sparks were evident. That made him smile, she felt it too. The heat. The want. The need. All those years as friends and he was ready to risk it.
But he wouldn’t. Not just yet.
“Come on, baby girl. That party out there is for you and you’re missing it.” He smirked, stepping from her. Her shoulders dropped as she watched him give her a wink. She felt her body yearning for him, hoping he’d give her lips the attention they craved. But he disappeared out the back door, escaping into the party.
The same party she’d forgotten was going on. The same party that had faded to the background as soon as he spoke. The same party she’d skip out on if he wanted whisk her away. And she’d go, willingly.
Without a doubt..
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The soles of her slides met the welcome mat of his home. Y/N hesitated as she eyed the smooth wood of the large front door. Her gaze moved down to her toes as she wiggled them, using the focus on her fresh white nail color as a distraction. It’s just Erik. Why am I so nervous?
Though she was right about it just being Erik, this was Erik in a whole new light. He wasn’t the same guy that kept her entertained at work. The one who joked with her on their lunch break, making her laugh until she teared up. The one who chilled over her house some nights, just because, claiming that he liked being around her. Erik, her best friend. This would Erik, her lover.
A nervousness surrounded her, fight or flight response on high alert. She couldn’t bring herself to knock, a task so simple yet so hard. What if he changed his mind? What if he didn’t actually want her, and he was just confused? Her fingers toyed with the single golden key in her hands, once taped to the special card he gifted her. The last few words of his letter echoed in her mind.
This key is to my home and my heart, it’s up to you to use it.. Will you?
Y/N grinned at the thought, rubbing her thumb over the metal key. It wouldn’t hurt to try. Stepping closer to the door, she pushed the key into the hole and twisted it. The door opened with ease before she slipped into the quiet home. Closing the door behind her, she placed her hand against the door to close it gently.
“You came.. I didn’t know if you actually would.” The masculine voice frightened her. Her shoulders tensed as she spun to him. He chuckled, mumbling a ’sorry’ before he stood from his seat on the steps. A single rose twirled between his index finger and thumb. She glanced at it as he held it out to her, gently taking it from him.
Her gaze drifted over his frame. He was dressed differently from his earlier attire. More relaxed. His pants were dressy and his white button up exposed his ribbed chest. A hushed thank you pushed past her lips.
“I was a little hesitant at first, but what happened in the kitchen kept replaying in my mind. That spark, what could’ve happened.. would’ve happened..” She trailed off, looking down at the rose. Her body tingled at the memory. His body close to hers, and those strong hands on her waist. Biting her lip, she finally looked up to meet his gaze. Erik smiled, stepping closer to her. His hands found their place on her hips once again as he looked down at her.
“I swear I’m in love with you..” His voice was lower, almost a growl. The distance between their lips was dangerously close. That spark started again, igniting a yearning burn in her body. Just kiss me. The words screamed out in her mind, hoping he’d stop his teasing. When a moment passed, she got tired of waiting. She’d do what he was afraid to. She gripped his shirt in her hands, pulling him down to meet her lips.
Taken by surprise, Erik slipped his hands to her ass. His fingers squeezed lightly as he groaned into her mouth. It was so sudden, but he didn’t mind it. A welcomed surprise to him. Their lips danced in sync, both of them fighting for dominance.
Giving in, Y/N moaned as he massaged her round backside through her sundress. She cursed as his lips left hers to trail down her neck. He tapped her thigh twice, giving her a silent demand. Obeying, she jumped up to wrap her legs around him. Her dress rose to expose her thighs, leaving her ruined panties to press against his bulge.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..”
She giggled as her nails gently grazed the back of his neck, smiling as he pulled his lips away. He looked at her in a daze, lust in his gaze. All the times he pictured this happening, and it finally was reality. The dinner for two that sat prepared in the dining room could wait.
“You have no idea, baby girl..” He groaned, slipping a past the wet fabric of her panties. His fingers trailed along her moistened slit, collecting her glaze. She was soaking his fingers, moaning out at his touch. Her slick dripped onto his hand as she ground onto into his fingers.
Just as her body was warming up to his fingers, they were gone. She pouted, watching him taste his fingers. His teasing was aggravating and she wanted him. Needed him. Her clit throbbed as she watched him bite his lips.
Y/N pressed her soft lips against his, adding tongue to keep him engaged. Their tongues wrestled as she worked to free his trapped erection. Her fingers brushed his sensitive appendage, releasing him from the safety of his boxers.
Slow, deliberate strokes had him moaning into the crook of her neck. He held them up with one hand against the wall. The soothing hand stroking his length has his attention. As she paid special attention to his throbbing tip, he couldn’t help but curse lowly. She massaged her clit with him, hoping to ease it’s throbbing. His hips gave a few weak thrusts, yearning to enter her warm waters.
A smile graced her lips as he hummed another ’I love you’. His eyes were closed as he indulged in her wetness coating his tip. She licked her lips, focusing on the steady rhythm she attained while massaging him against her. Those plump lips of his were parted, allowing his growls to escape. His hips jerked again.
“If you want this pussy, I need to hear you beg daddy..” She purred, nibbling on his earlobe. Her voice had lowered to a seductive tone. It was her turn to tease. He mumbled his plea as she brushed her thumb across his slit. A low hiss met the action before he repeated himself, making her chuckle. Her teasing continued as she voiced, ’I can’t hear you, baby’.
To motivate him, she began her assault on his neck. She moaned against his skin, continuing to massage his slit with her thumb. Her tongue danced along his sweet skin. The taste made her wetter, sending a chill down her spine. She blew a cool stream of air against the wet skin, feeling his grip around her waist tighten.
“Please, baby. Daddy needs you.. Fuck, I need you..” He pleaded, his pre-cum wetting his thick head. Satisfied, Y/N slipped him into her with ease. Her walls squeezed him as he groaned out. She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Erik was thick, curving to the right a bit. The perfect fit.
His strokes were powerful, each one held a purpose. He growled his desires into her ear, praising her with compliments. She cursed loudly, listening to him along with the sloshing of her pussy.
“That pussy talking to me now, huh..” He teased, smacking her ass. The taunting only intensified her senses. His lips latched to one of her nipples, making her thighs shiver. She could only moan in response, her body trying to hold her release. She wasn’t supposed to cum so soon, so hard.
Erik grunted as she squeezed around him, trying to slow him down. She wanted to win bragging rights, have him cumming before she did. But she knew she was losing, the longer her fucked her. Her body was starting to betray her, her thighs shaking. And when spilled over him, his smirk let her know that she would without a doubt sleep like a baby when they were done.
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Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader
Another #supersizedfic short. There fluff? Enjoy!!
Silence filled the chilly bedroom, other than hushed sounds from the episode of Living Single on your television. The silky bedsheets rubbed against your smooth legs, the dark grey material nicely contrasting against your brown skin tone. Snuggling deeper into the covers, a hand absent mindedly fell over to the empty side of the bed. That woke you up a bit, just enough to prop yourself up by your elbows.
The neatly stacked pillows allowed to read the blinking clock that occupied his night stand. 7:16 a.m. Sighing, you sat up fully, rubbing your blurry vision away. A single arm held the cover to your naked body as if you were hiding it from someone. The slight soreness between your thighs made you grin as you stood from the king sized mattress.
It took under a minute to find a shirt of Erik’s to slip into and head to the master bathroom. Your feet padded against the cold tile as you made your way to the toilet, then to the double sink. Another five minutes of morning hygiene and you stared at your reflection. Your braids were in a not-so-neat bun, and you set them free to fall down your back. Rolling your eyes at the faint hickies on your neck, you left the bathroom to find your fiance.
Your soft footsteps were only heard by you as you descended the hardwood steps. The tip of your stiletto shaped nails trailed along the railing before you slowed your pace. A familiar instrumental played as you came to the last step. The words to Mint Condition’s Breakin’ My Heart were clear, their voice singing the smooth serenade, but that wasn’t what made you smile.
Peeking around the door frame, you listened to Erik sing his heart out. The usual hard exterior was melted away, exposing his domestic potential. His dreads gently bounced as he nodded his head to the beat, his hands working on the food in the pan before him. Those toned arms of his flexed as he moved from pot to skillet to oven, still singing along with the group.
He couldn’t remember all the words, but what he did remember was belted out into the air around him. “Don’t tell your friends that I don’t mean nothing to yaaa. Please don’t deny the truthhhh..” Throwing in a small spin, he held the spatula to his face like a microphone. You fought off a giggle, grinning at the passion he used. “Start to make sense and stop playing these love games. Tell me what you gonna do, yeahhh!”
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as he hit the note wit ease. Almost like he’d practiced this before. His performance had you so drawn in you didn’t realize you were swaying your hips along with him. He turned to you after turning the food down, all smiles, as he sang the chorus to you. Coming around the large kitchen island, he held his hand out as he performed.
You took his hand, laughing as he two stepped his way closer to you. His socked feet slid across the tiled floor. The saxophone melody filled the air around you both as he pulled you close, rocking with you. Holding your hands in his, he smirked down at you with lust. “I didn’t know you sang. Dance, maybe. But sing? You don’t ever sing..” You grinned, allowing him to spin you out and back into his arms. An excited squeal escaped you, making him chuckle.
His face rested in the bend of your neck, his soft lips pressing kisses to your warm skin. “I’m a man of many talents.. You should know that by now., princess” He pecked your lips before sending a soft smack to your backside. As he stepped from him, you took in the sight of his ass poking against the shape of his underwear. Thick daddy.
“But my moms used to sing and dance to slow jams while she cooked every Saturday morning, when I was younger. Back when everything was different..” He grinned at the distant memory. As he plated the bacon, he shrugged before he turned to you, switching off the stove as he passed it. “I guess it rubbed off. Ion always do this. I’ve just been in a good ass mood lately..”
You smirked as he placed the plate on the counter and made his way to you. His thighs flexed with each step, making you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. He hummed the next song that spilled from the speakers. “And why is that, Mr. Stevens?..”
He pecked your lips a couple times before growling, palming your ass as D'Angelo sang in the background about his lady. You giggled as he started to nibble on your neck, lifting you with ease to wrap your legs around him. “Cause I got the girl of my dreams, and I’m about to marry her…” He licked his lips, looking up at you. Your hands held his face as you kissed him, only pulling away when you needed air. “Then she’s gonna have us some big headed babies… Ain’t that right?”
“That’s right, baby daddy..” You laughed as he playfully rolled his eyes. He sat you on the counter, finding comfort between your parted thighs. His head rested on your clothed but bra-less breasts, his arms hugging your waist. Your big baby. “As long as you sing to me and feed me. We good.” Your nails played with his dreads and he hummed in satisfaction.
Lifting his head, he bit his lip as his dark eyes met yours. Those nearly perfect teeth were bare from their golden caps, but you didn’t mind. “You love a nigga, don’t you?…” He questioned, caressing your thick thighs. You nodded instantly, mumbling a always will, before a moan spilled from your lips. His smile brightened as his thumb toyed with your small bundle of nerves. “Then know I always got you cause you’re my ladyyy..”
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Erik Killmonger x Black PlusSized Reader
Another #supersizedfic short. Written to the repetition of Haunted by Beyoncé. Full of SMUT and explicit language. Enjoy!
Candles were placed in groups of threes around the room, white wax dripping down their sides onto the silver plates they occupied, casting their dim light across the bedroom. The air held its icy chill due to the AC going full blast as you both attended a Wakandan ceremony for the outreach center the hour before, leaving goosebumps along your skin. The darkness enveloped your sight due to the silk blindfold you wore, heightening your other senses. Killmonger was in full effect, observing his prey.
His large shadow moved along the marble tiled floor, taking his time to admire your body. The pats of his loafers against the floor were soft but audible through the soft music, giving you an idea of where he was, but then again you couldn’t be too sure. With the position you were in, it’s not like you could look around to see him anyway. It kind of put fear in you, a good fear. And he loved that.
His thick digits undid his white collared button-up, leaving it open to display the brown skin his scarred stomach and chest. The custom fitted slacks he wore caged his bulge, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. Eyes dark with lust, he trailed his gaze along your body, head to toe. Your fists laid flat against the soft silk of the pillows before you, arms straight as they cushioned your head, all connected to the headboard.
The arch of your back was exactly to his liking, breasts pressed into the mattress, back rolls free from the shirt you usually hid them in. With Erik, he wanted to see all of you, your flaws were non-existent to him. He licked his lips as he trailed his leather paddle past your love handles, down the middle of your back. Your knees dug into the soft sheets, lifting your round backside into the air, exposing your folds and plugged back entrance. A smirk spread his lips as he played with the furry tail of the anal toy.
“Damn, Princess..” His voice was low, almost not heard as he gave your clit soft taps. The leather paddle ignited your waterpark, sending waves of pleasure in each tap. Your mumbled curses didn’t go unheard, his taps getting a bit harder to toy with you. “You gonna be a good girl for me, right?”
You arched more, if possible, trying to gain some type of friction. A soft head nod was all you could muster up as he moved upwards to tease your fattened lower lips. “Now princess..” He tossed his paddle to the side before picking up the wakandan made vibrator, that he may or may have not annoyed Shuri into making. “I need to hear that sexy ass voice of yours. You know I’ll leave you like this with Dilly. You remember him, don’t you?” The sudden sound of vibration joined his voice, making you tense.
You remembered Dilly all too well, the only other nigga allowed to make you cum. He wasn’t actually a person tho. The vibrator was a surprise from Erik that just so happened to have brought you to one of your strongest orgasms. Erik introduced you to the specialized toy as a punishment. After two weeks of avoiding him because of an argument, you accepted his apology. But that blessed night he tied you up, deciding to make up for lost time, resulting in a show of your sweet torture.
A chill ran down your spine as you whimpered at the memory, yet your pussy clenched. He ran it’s tip around your clit, teasing with a raised eyebrow. “No daddy! I-I’ll be a good girl..” You heard him chuckled and the toy go silent. “I promise.” A sigh of relief left you as you relaxed.
“That’s more like it..” His chuckle was dark and knowing as he pressed his thumb to you. With slow rubbing, he massaged your swollen bud with skill. “You did a good job tonight, princess. Socializing and making daddy look good.” He hummed in approval, making you smile. You’d been working on your people skills, with his help, trying to break from your shell. It was a vow he’d once joked about, breaking you from your shyness. A slow flick of his tongue brought you back to reality.
“And that damn v-neck dress, hugging your body? Showing off my ass and shit to those colonizers. They couldn’t keep their eyes off you… No one could.” His soft lips gave your damp folds a kiss. The taste of you made his dick jump, it’d been a minute since he’d explored you. Helping out with the center’s ceremony, he’d been busy whenever you finally were home from work. You exhaled at the feeling of his warm tongue dipping into you. “This pussy been calling me all night..” His growl was full of hunger before he dove back in.
His slurping soon began, soaking his beard with your nectar and his saliva. Your hands fisted the sheets as he devoured his favorite meal. Don’t stop spilled from your full lips, hushed repetitions of the phrase. His thick fingers pushed into you, one at a time until he reached three, stretched your cove. With a couple tugs at the anal tail, you were ready to cover his face in cream. Tugging at your tied wrists, you yearned to tug at his dreads, on anything.
“You’re gonna make me cum, baby..” Your moans were soft spoken, but he heard you. Those thick hips of yours rocked back against his tongue, your lipstick stained lips parted as you panted. He started to pepper your clit with suctioned kisses, mumbling a my baby wanna cum?. You nodded the stronger the urge grew, but he pulled away.
You almost groaned at the loss of his mouth along with his fingers. That thick tongue was the reason for most of your wet dreams. You’d never met a man who loved to eat pussy so much, until him. He chuckled at your frustration, “You not cumming just yet, baby girl..” His belt buckle jingled before hitting the floor, followed by his pants. You didn’t have to look at him to know that he was freed, stroking his erect length with need. “Shake that ass for me..”
You grinned, leaning on your elbows to spread your legs a little more. Though you were still blindfolded, you looked back in his direction, shaking your ass. The furry tail swung as your ass jiggled, thighs as well. “Fuck me, Killmonger..” You teased, knowing the result. It had to be your adrenaline.
His eyes darkened as he approached the bed, a sinister smirk graced his handsome feature. You swayed your hips as the bed dipped, feeling your tail swing as well. “You playin’ a dangerous game, baby girl..” His voice was lower, darker even. You let out a squeal as your head was jerked back, returning your previous arch. A hard smack to your ass halted your movements. “But if you wanna play…”
How could he be so calm? Soft, wall pulsing kisses were trailed down the center of your back. It earned your moans, a sensual act of affection. “Let’s play.” He immediately filled you, your natural lubricant making it easy. Your walls hugged him with a warm welcome. The slight curve of dick pounded into you with purpose.
Your fingers grabbed at the pillows, fisting the fabric, needing something for support. Erik was showing no mercy, delivering deep strokes. He groaned at the sounds of your queefs and the wet smacking. You were basically dripping around him, glazing his dick with your water. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm built up again, resulting in creaming over him. And that you did. Only making him fuck you harder. He hummed in satisfaction, but didn’t falter.
“Baby!!.. Oh my fuckkk.” You groaned, taking in your bottom lip to stop the screams begging to escape. Aggressive skin clapping filled the air, along with the banging headboard. Your knees slowly started to pull you from him, your body trying to crawl to the headboard for a break.
He followed you foward, not stopping his strokes. You held the headboard, bent over him as he kept it up. Damn his stamina. “You wanted Killmonger, now you running and shit..” He moaned as your walls him with another release. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked your through the second orgasm. “Gimme dat pussy, princess.. What’s my name?.”
You whimpered, squeezing the headboard for dear life. His hands rested on your hips as he kissed your shoulder blade. He trailed the hot kisses to your neck, deciding to bury his face in its bend. He mumbled his question again, “What’s my name, baby?” You couldn’t answer him, your eyes closed tight as you tried to focus on not soaking the bed, legs trembling. Your head tilted back onto him, as his strokes got sloppy. “What’s my fuckin’ name, Y/N?”
“Killmonger!!” You both stilled as you gushed over him, soaking both your lower halfs. He groaned, hips jerking as he emptied into you. A hushed curse escaped his mouth as he untied your hands, feeling that you were shaking. He hugged your body, letting your bodies fall back, pulling you to lay down with him. “W-Wait.. Shit.”
He growled in your ear as he found the strength to deliver more pumps. You whimpered a bit before he finally stopped, shooting off another smaller load. He sighed as he pulled from your aching folds, chuckling as you went to place a hand over them. You’d be damned if tried to get another nut in. He leaned forward to kiss your cheeks a few times before pulling you to rest against him, whispering his apologies.
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