I found this meme and it screamed Cray Cray Erik so I chose to try my hand at this lol

Erik Stevens x Kesia (pronounced Kee-sa) Mannor (OC)

“Baaabe you know I gotta find a new outfit for my promotion party! I must’ve looked in my closet a million times and I couldn’t find anything!” Kesia was on facetime with her boyfriend of six months, Erik Stevens. When they first got together, she didn’t know much about him, except for he was in the Navy for six years before getting out and whilst enlisted he got his bachelors and master  degrees in Engineering. He kept information about himself simple with Kesia.

“Girl, you look amazing in whatever you wear! Why you gotta go up to that mall? You know that’s where all them thirsty ass niggas be at.” Erik protests. Kesia rolls her eyes, “Aye! What I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?!” Erik’s face goes stoic. It sends a chill down Kesia’s spine as she immediately responds, “Don’t do it.” He nods, “Exactly.” “I’ll only be gone for an hour, I’ll be back at my house and you can see me try it on!” “You got 59 minutes, babygirl. Make em count!”

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Kesia puts the finishing touches on her makeup as Erik admires her from her bed, “Damn baby, you sure we can’t just celebrate in the crib tonight? I’d make it worth skipping your party...” He saunters over to her and attempts wraps himself around her from the back, she slivers out of his grasp, walking to the kitchen, “Mmm mm! I worked my ass off for this gig, I’m celebrating with my people, and my baaaabyy.. We can do all of that when we’re drunk and back here!” Erik curses under his breath and accepts defeat. Just as he was about to sit back down on Kesia’s bed, her phone rings. It’s an unknown Oakland number. Erik knows everything about Kesia so he knows she doesn’t leave numbers unsaved. He yells towards the kitchen, “Keeee! Who’s calling you from this unknown number?!” 

Kesia freezes in her tracks, “Uhhh.. idk baby. Maybe a telemarketer.” Erik twists his lip, “Hmph.” His “spidey senses” as Kesia loved to put it, were tingling. He always knew when something wasn’t right.. She blames it on his deployments and overall lack of trust in people. He accepts the incoming call.

“Yeee, ay wassup shorty! This Dontay, dude from the mall earlier! Sorry it took me a few to call you, I had a few errands to run. But you free tonight?” Kesia scurries into her room once she hears the stranger’s voice. Erik shakes his head at her and hangs up the phone. “I told you about them thirsty ass niggas at the mall!”

DING! DING!

Her phone lights up as an incoming text pops up from the unsaved contact, Kesia reaches toward Erik for her phone, he raises it above his head and out of her reach, “Nah. You need not worry about this phone tonight. Finish getting dressed.” She pouts as she sits down to put her heels on.

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Kesia has been entertaining all of her loved ones since she arrived at her promotion party Erik put together for her at a new Reggae club in downtown Oakland called New Karibbean City. Erik has purposefully been apart from her the entire time, yet he has her phone on lock. It doesn’t help that his face unlocks it as well. Kesia has seen enough of him typing away on her phone so she sneaks away from the party as she sees him heading to the restrooms.

“E!” He turns around, “Ke?” He responds in the same tone as her, “Can I have my phone back?” He looks up in the air as if he’s thinking about it, then he hands it to her from his pants pocket. She unlocks it and doesn’t see a trace of the unknown number. Not in the call history or text messages. She raises her eyebrow, “Erik Stevens.. What did you do?” he shrugs, “I didn’t do anything” He embraces his girlfriend as he congratulates her, “I’m proud of you Ke. You really did work hard for the promotion. I’ll see you when you get to the house. The key still under that plant on the porch?” Kesia looks confused, “Uh.. yeah. Where are you going?” Erik lets out a deep, yet scary laugh, “The less you know..” He gives her a long, deep kiss on her red stained lips, then leaves out the back door.

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Kesia gets out of her Uber, stumbling to her door. She struggles to unlock her door and get in her dark house, thinking her boyfriend is already sleeping. “Good, I don’t gotta get yelled at tonight. I was NOT tryna hear--” “Hear what, princess?” Erik’s brassy voice comes from the far corner of her living room, Kesia jumps, “SHIT ERIK! Why you standing over there in the damn dark?” Erik ignores Kesia’s inquiry, takes a seat on the couch, whilst grabbing the remote control. “Come, sit.” Kesia does as she’s told.

Erik turns on the television then changes the channel to 2.

“Good evening Oakland! This is Noah Clark for your 10PM News on DWOL Channel 2. BREAKING NEWS from the Eastmont Hills area. Covering the story is our reporter, Rebecca Moore, Rebecca? What do ya have?”

There’s a pregnant pause as the reporter listens in for the host’s question, “Yes, I am here on the corner of 79th Avenue and Hillside Street where this home that you see behind me, has been riddled with bullets around 8:45 this evening. Police that arrived on the scene believes that two to three suspects drove past this residence and unloaded shots from tactical T-91 assault rifles. Our Oakland PD SWAT doesn’t even have these in their possession. A witness who seems to live in this home, tells us what happened.” The program transitions to an interview that was recorded slightly earlier to a familiar face, “Yeah, so.. I was waiting on this girl I just met to pull up on me. I was on the porch. Next thing I know, my dog started barking from the back yard. As soon as I turned to see what she was barking at, I hear shots. I duck down for cover! I don’t know who could’ve done this. I don’t got no enemies.” The sound fades out as Rebecca’s voice forms in the background, “Twenty nine year old Dontay Phillips lives in this southeast Oakland home with his bedridden grandmother who was stirred awake by the 57 shots let off by these military grade weapons. Luckily no one was shot in the melee of gunfire, but it sure did shake Phillips up.” Dontay’s voice pans back in, “I’m grateful to the lord above me and my granny still here.”

Kesia watches the tv in awe. She cannot believe that Erik shot up Dontay’s grandmother’s house, She looks up at her conniving boyfriend, “How did yo--” He slips his hand in between her thighs where her phone rested and holds it up, “I told you.. the less you know..” Kesia slaps his arm, “You could’ve killed them!” “Ke, you know if I wanted Dontay dead, he would’ve been dead. I ain’t know he lived in his grandma house. He flexed to m---to you that he lived alone.” “Waiit.. He did what now?” Erik explains that while you were keeping your friends and family company, he was texting Dontay telling him that you were free for the night, plans got canceled. He sent you--Erik his address and told you--him.. that he lives alone. “He’s lucky I just wanted to scare his bitch ass. If I wanted to kill him, him and his granny would’ve been gone..” Erik cuts the TV off then stares at you.. awaiting for a response. “Why are they saying there were multiple assault rifles? You got somebody to do this crazy shit with you?” Erik flashes his bottom fangs as he cheeses at her odd question, “I got three of those bad bitches! I call em Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.” Kesia rolls her eyes at his names for his guns that could’ve killed some guy you had no intentions of even getting to know. “I just switched em out every 20 or so rounds.. each one got a different serial number on the shells.. all of em are impossible to track.”

Kesia stares at him for a spell, then she bursts out laughing. “Okay so you CRAZY CRAZY? Got it!” Erik protests, “Uhh uh. I told you about them thirsty ass niggas. You had the audacity to give that sucka ass nigga yo number.. I had to regulate. Oh, and I blocked his number after I deleted the text thread and his call.” With that, Erik gets up and snatches his shirt off. That makes Kesia gasp with a hint of a moan. Erik’s ears perk up after hearing it, “So you coming to bed baby? Let’s finish celebrating that promotion.” Kesia grabs his hand and leads him to her bedroom while shaking her head at her crazy boyfriend, “Let’s.”

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Hope you all like it! I know I’m rusty as shit but hopefully requests will roll in and I can get back in the swing of things. 

@chaneajoyyy​ What my favorite librarian think about it?!

The Professor Pt.6

A/N: This is just a snippet to hold you guys over until I'm finished I know I took uber long with this one so I'm making it a bit longer for you guys.  I didn’t feel like being extra while I was editing so thoughts are in italics. Also please leave comments and tell me what you thought of this part :) 

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Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens 

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger 

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) 

 I made my way to Eriks classroom. I stopped my hand from opening the door when I heard more than one voice inside. I peeped through the window of the door and Ms. Cooper. I stepped to the side so as not to be seen. I watched them talk about  who knows what for a couple of minutes. I could tell that she was flirting hard by the way she was batting her eyelashes and touching his thigh. The smile on his face didn't seem to mind, hell he looked like he was enjoying it. I couldn’t help the anger that started to bowl within me. I couldn’t hide my territorial nature. After about ten more minutes they stood up and walked toward the door. I thought about leaving but I wanted him to see me, wanted him to know that I had seen everything. 

        When he opened the door to allow her to walk out the expression on his face when he saw me was priceless. She gave me one of those fake teacher smiles. Her teeth were overly white, I could tell she’s had some work done. Her makeup was heavy and I’m not talking full glam beat heavy. I’m talking clay face I’ve never seen a beauty blender in my life heavy.  

“Hello Ms.Cooper. You look very nice today. I love your makeup.” I said flashing her the same fake smile back. 

“Oh thank you so much. I’m trying out a new foundation.”

It shows girl trust me. I thought to myself. As she turned back to Erik. 

“It was nice talking to you Erik…”

Her eyes darted over to me as she had forgotten that I was there. 

 “I mean professor Stevens.”

    She made sure to touch his arm one more time before turning and walking away. The extra sway in her hips very apparent. Erik was extra careful not to look. I took a mental note of that. I made sure the hallway was clear before walking past him into the classroom. If he thought he was free to flirt and be a hoe, he made a sad mistake. He was mine and I was going to make sure he knew it. 

“Hi Niya.”

        I looked at him tilting my head to the side, remaining silent.

“Hey Erik how are you? That's usually how this conversation goes?”

        Without a word, I made my way over to his desk bending over to expose my bright red panties underneath my dress. Slowly I pulled them over my round ass and down my legs. I hung them off of the table light he had and sat in his chair spreading my legs wide. He jolted to the door covering the window with his body. 

Warnings: Smut. To be specific; roleplay, BDSM (spanking, choking, slight degrading, orgasm denial, plus a little more.. I’m not gon fully give it away.)

Erik couldn’t have cut through traffic fast enough. He took all the short cuts he knew through prime time traffic. When the couple finally arrived to the Fairmont he grabbed a jacket that was tucked between their booster seat and baby seat on either side of the rear. “Here baby. Wrap that up.” He pointed over your lower half that was now fully exposed before finishing his statement, “The room is in your name. Go ahead and check the room. I’ll park and get the bags.” You huffed out a giggle, “Hurry up, Stevens.” Before shutting the door you heard him say, “That I will, Stevens.”

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On the way to the room you texted Shuri and T’challa to check on Leanna and N’Juma. Both were in bed. With that confirmation you shut off your phone for the night. You got to the top floor suite, opened the door to a full panoramic view in the bedroom area. You flipped the switch to raise the shades up on all the windows, then shut off all of the lights. You hurriedly stripped out of what remained of your outfit, awaiting your husband’s presence. You chose to sit on the coffee table in the living room area. Erik tried to sneak in the suite. Thinking you were in the bedroom. When he peeped your silhouette bent over the coffee table, he groaned. “Damn..stay just like that. Don’t move.” Your move worked like a charm. Your body froze as your Cheshire cat grin appeared. His footsteps solidly hit the hardwood floors as he preyed upon your body. His gaze sent light shocks through you, causing you to jump a little. 

“What’s wrong baby? Daddy scaring you?” His octave drop made you jump again, it also brought your drip from the club back. As your kitty yearned to be touched, you held onto your self control for dear life. You swallowed hard before saying, “No, daddy. I’m good.” You hear the smile in his tone as he praises you, “Good babygirl. Real good. Now, I know you been busy with work and being mommy and tending to what I need. I appreciate you for all of those things and more. But tonight, I don’t need Mommy Y/N. I don’t need lawyer Y/N. I don’t need wife Y/N. I need freaky Y/N. Shit, tonight?” He unexpectedly takes his hand and swipes it on your left butt cheek. You moan out in a mix of arousal and pain as your knees almost give out of your perfect arch. “Tonight I need Heaven to come out and play. Can she do that for me?”

You felt the drip slide down your thigh as you hiss at his request, “Yes, daddy!” He grips your wrists together to raise you on your feet. You gasp at his swift action and before you could fully react to that his stubby fingers wrapped around your neck, applying pressure where he always does that always gets the euporic reaction that he fishes for. And tonight was no different. He got a series of ‘yes’ ‘oh my’s’ and ‘daddies’ out of you before you tapped his wrist twice to release you. He gave you some moments to catch your breath before he swooped you up bridal style to go to the bed. As he was about to lay you down he swung you back in his arms. You looked up at him in confusion, “What you doing?”

He shushed you, “Aht! Don’t question daddy. Imma get this pussy how I want it tonight. I’m not stoppin’ till we both drenched.” Your body shook at his mission statement as he sat you on the thick windowsill that wasn’t that far up from the California King Bed. Erik started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons that you didn’t rip off in the car before he commanded, “Play wit it for daddy.” You did exactly as you were told. All of your insecurities from carrying two babies flowed away with the alcohol you indulged in. You strummed your clit as if it was his thick tongue flicking over it. Your juices collected, flowing underneath you and further down your left thigh from when you were bent over. The intense stare between you and Erik continued until all he had on was his chain with his father’s ring. You usually wear it but when he’s out on missions you give it back to him for good luck.

He crawled over to you and scooted you back so your backside was pressed against the glass and your lower half was hanging off of the windowsill. Still looking into your eyes, he slid his tongue from where your juices landed, all the way to your clit where he suctioned for three pulls before letting go. The groan that escaped past your tongue was so needy. You tried to muffle it by placing your index finger in your mouth. His cocky smirk returned, and you slightly saw his dick jump at the sound you made. The grip your mouth held around your finger tightened at the sight. He pulled your finger from you and kissed your lips with the same eagerness and need as your groan possessed. Your lips enveloped each other’s as your tongue swiped your taste off of his. Erik kissed a trail back down to your center, still staring at you.

His tongue made circles around your clit, mirroring the moves you made with your fingers. Your legs were already shaking in approval. He stuck his index and middle fingers upward into you, still making those circles. You juices began to collect again, this time it was around his digits. He began making suckling sounds still devouring you by licking you in circles and you were making a mess. You were dripping all on his beard, on your lower half, and down the wall. You just knew he wasn’t getting his safety deposit back tonight. Thinking back to his mission statement, I’m sure he didn’t give a damn.

His lips parted from your lower ones, as if he felt what you were thinking. “Come on Heaven, stop playin’. Drip all on me baby. Stop holding back. You know I can feel that shit.” You shook your head no. You weren’t sure if you were denying his request, his accusation, or trying to deny yourself of the inevitable orgasm that was getting closer and closer the more he slurped and suckled and licked circles and his fingers pumped in and out of you tapping right at your g spot. He started nodding his head at you, still following through all of those actions. That is what sent you over. You yelled out as your cum sprang out of you like a pipe that sprang a leak. The more he continued all of those motions, it turned into a little water fall, splashing down the wall and on the sheets. You broke the intense stare as your body went into sensory overload. You hubby didn’t stop until you stopped cumming. 

He kissed his way back up your body prior to whispering into your ear, “Eyes on me Heaven. Lemme see yo beautiful ass.” Your eyes blinked multiple times before concentrating back on his. He lifted your limp body and placed you at the center of the bed. You laid back, he sat you back up, “Nah. C’mere.” He sat up, scooting your body over his. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his body. Erik lined himself up with you, “You ready babygirl?” You nodded, opened your mouth to reply but his entrance left you breathless, and speechless. Erik’s hands around your hips guided your ride up and down. On your way down, he pressed you all the way until your pelvises meet, which made you both moan each other’s names. Erik broke your stare that time, sucking on your neck, “Daddy! It feels so.. so good.” Your body trembled every time you came down on him.

“Yeah, I know. Daddy wanna make his wifey feel good.” you cooed in Erik’s ear, “You doin’ it daddy, ooh you doin’ it! Ooh you.. Ahh! Wait! I!” His grip on her waist tighten and he brings her down harder on him the more she told him wait, “Uh uh. I ain’t waitin’ on shit. I been waitin’ to make you drip on me since I got yo sexy ass out the house in that outfit. So come on.” Your nails scraped down his keloid filled back, gritting your teeth trying to hold back. You heard the smack on your ass before you felt it, “Give it to me!” Your body gave out on the fight as you squirted and screamed to the heavens. You were still cumming when Erik laid you on your back, commencing the strokes. The two of you were face to face. He gave you sporadic kisses through your coos and whines in reaction to his dick hollowing you out. 

As out of it as you were, you still wanted more. Your legs still were shaking from your last orgasm but your lips still somehow formed the words, “More. More, please.” Erik smirked as if he knew exactly what you needed. His pace went up a few notches and his fingers curled around your neck, applying slight pressure. “This what you want, huh?” you let out a breathy, “Yes!” He applied more pressure, “You want daddy to fuck you like that?” Erik picked up the pace before you could agree, “Yes daddy!” He gripped harder and licked around your ear, “Heaven gon cum again for daddy?” You nodded your head. He stopped everything and looked at you. You swayed your head left to right to try and gauge what was going on. He stayed silent, still looking at you. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly, he slammed you back down, resumed his choke hold on you and stroked you as fast as your body allowed, “I’m gon ask you again. This time you better have a real answer for me..” Your body shivered and jolted against him, “..And you bet not cum until you answer!” The headboard slammed violently against the wall, almost drowning out your hallow screams. “Now. YOU. GON. CUM. FOR. DADDY?” You hollered, “Yes Daddy! Yes!” Before the third yes came out, your orgasm escaped first. 

In the midst of that you heard Erik grunt, “Ah Y/N I’m cummin’ witchu baby! Damn that pussy!” He never completed his praise to you, he just grunted through his peak. He rested his head on your shoulder as you caught your breath. His eyes were on you and yours were staring out the window, looking at the city. Your blinking slowed, your thoughts stopped. Your worries, ended. You yawned and said, “I needed this E, thank you.”

Erik x OC

Part three of “I’m Never Wrong” Series

Mini playlist: Moments Of Love x Art of Noise

It’s You x Kem

Share my Life x Kem

Night Off x Drake ft. Lloyd

A HC based on this post

by @uhlxisback

@chaneajoyyy @theunsweetenedtruth

this is my first one, so be nice about it!

Leanna was the apple of you and Erik’s eye. She was born a month early and she’s been a burst of energy ever since. She’s a three year old free spirit with a whole lotta spunk. You and Erik established that she’d pick out all of her outfits every day she had to go out of the house, as long as they were sensible, you two would let her wear whatever she wanted. It didn’t have to match or be cohesive. Y’all just couldn’t have her in a swimsuit in the middle of January! Once you explained that to her, she jumped for joy and began her individualistic journey.

Now, some days, she’d do pretty good choosing what to wear. You were pretty impressed with her sense of style and would often exclaim that you wouldn’t have even thought of putting the pieces she picked together.

Others, you’d have to hold it together and not hurt your little girl’s fragile feelings by bursting into laughter as she’d look like the 90s threw up on her when she’d walk out of her room for school.

This one particular day, she wore a pair of her red Chuck Taylors, a yellow tutu with red tights underneath and her black long sleeved leotard. This wasn’t one of her bad days, or so you thought. You put her hair into two pigtails, one at the top of her head, etched to the right and the other was a low ponytail, straight back.

She came back home with Erik trailing behind her in tears. You immediately ran to the door, “What’s wrong Leelee?” She sniffled through her question, “Do I dress weird mommy?” Tears formed in your eyes as you heard the despair in her voice and shook your head, “No baby, I love the way you dress, why you ask that?” She sniffled again, “Be-Be-Because Brooklyn said I dressed weird!” Erik stepped in and wiped her tears from her face, “Baby fuck Brooklyn!” You slapped his chest so hard it made Leanna jump, “I- Mean, forget Brooklyn! If she don’t like the way you dress she can see me about it! If she gon be your friend, she gonna accept the way you dress!”

Leena balled her fists and gritted her teeth, “Daddy, We’re not friends with Brooklyn because she said I dress weird!” Erik stood tall with his babygirl in his arms, “Alright then! We not friends with her dusty aaa!--” You pulled Erik’s ear to refrain him from cursing in front of your baby, “We not friends with her dusty self then! We gon see her on the playground, and we mean business! Right, Leelee?” Leeana held on to her daddy’s neck and nodded, “Right, daddy!”

You rubbed your pregnant belly shaking your head, “What are ya’ll gonna do? Don’t let me get a call tomorrow about the two of you!”

Erik pulled you to them, kissed your unborn son through your womb and responded, “Aye, we got beef with Brooklyn and her daddy now. It’s a whole lotta gang..” before you could raise your hand and hit him again, he mouthed ‘shit’ so Leanna couldn’t hear him. “We didn’t choose the streetlife, Y/N. The street life chose us! Ain’t that right Lee?” He pounded his chest with his fist, she mirrored her daddy, as always and they fist bumped. Bringing babygirl’s smile back as you giggled at Erik’s antics.

Y/N is spending a rainy day in the studio. While others find the rain as an excuse for a lazy day to sleep in, she found days such as this to work. Y/N had a hell of a year last year. Working with the likes of Cardi B, Sam Smith, and Jorja Smith. She even had the opportunity to collaborate with dvsn on a couple of tracks set to be on their new album. She’s now up for a grammy nomination so the phone calls have been rolling in since the new year. She received one call that took her by surprise. Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens. He claimed he wanted to get into the music game which threw her for a loop. Fallen King turned music producer?

Either way she took him up on his offer and extended an invite to her session today, and he delightfully accepted. While awaiting his arrival she’s playing a beat that she made before she went on holiday. Erik appears silently as she’s lost in her creation. Eyes closed and head swaying to the melody of the woodwind instrumentals spied through the percussion.

“That shits nice Y/N!” Erik finally broke his silence, she appears startled. “Damn E! You scarred me! You could make your presence known sometime!” He takes the seat next to hers, still studying the beat. “I could, but what fun would that be?” she rolls her eyes as she adjusts the levels on the switchboard, “So why is the Prince of Wakanda trying to get into music?” He holds a finger up, “Actually, I’m not. I’m looking into funding a program for the Wakandan Outreach Project. A music program. Get the youngins out here into productive things. Like producing.”

Y/N leans further back in her chair, “Ahhhh! I get it now. Okay. So what do you need to know?” Erik smirks in her direction, “First question, when did you know you were going to be a producer?” She paused, pondering on the question. Then she answered, “Once I told my parents that I was dropping out of school to do it. I was nineteen, about to start my second year of college when I met Boi1da. I asked for advice that changed my life. He did tell me that even though education is important for knowledge sake. It’s not imparative when it comes to doing what you love.” Erik nods at her answer, “I understand that. Next question, what is it about music that you love?” Y/N smiles at the thought, “The fact that songs create memories. You’ll always remember where you were when a song you really loved played for the first time. You’ll never forget what song was playing when you meet a lover. What song was playing when you first kissed. What song was playing when you make love for the first time. The song you sing to your kid that he or she really liked. Music is sort of like melodic time capsules.”

Erik chuckled at her response, “Yeah, yeah. I can see that. That’s cool. So whats the hardest part about creating?” “My, My Mr. Stevens you are full of questions.” He shrugs, “What can I say? I’m curious.” “Well, the hardest part about creating is perfecting it. Making sure little nuances are included in each piece I create. It’s very maticulous, yet it’s satisfying when the artist notices and likes the little details I added in.” “Okay so Y/N is a perfectionalist. Noted. Last question, I know the calls have been rolling in since you got that Grammy nod. Who’s been calling?” 

House Party Series

Erik x OC, two killers build a unique relationship through their work.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

I Dedicate..

Luke James x Reader, two artists meet and fall for each other. Not without a few problems along the way though.

One

One Shots

Trip

Erik x Reader, Through their tumultuous relationship, Erik is stuck on Y/N. 

I’m Never Wrong

Erik x Reader, An unforgettable Christmas surrounded by the ones Y/N loves most.

A short story based on this post

by @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Warnings: presmut. drug usage.

Kamaria Egolston is the definition of all work and no play. She just landed her huge tech job in Silicon Valley after completing grad school last fall. She finished magna cum laude majoring Information Technology with a concentration in Engineering. So she often appointed her rigidness whilst at Stanford as focusing on her grades. The only friends she made were in class and in her study groups, so by the time she actually graduated, she didn’t really have many friends to mingle with. That is except for her two girlfriends she made her first year at SU, Cynthia and Adia. They were all like three peas in a pod, except for when it came time to party. Kamaria left all of that to the two of them.

That all changes tonight. Kamaria sighed as she threw her final empty box on the other side of her room, “I’m officially moved in!” She hears her phone go off in the facetime ringtone, It’s Cynthia and Adia. “Hellooo?” “Kami! You getting ready?” Kamaria rolls her eyes at her friends, “No. I finally just got unpacked. Can I at least take a shower first?” Adia interjected, “Well duh! You can’t go out smelling like you been pushing boxes all day in this California heat!” Kamaria flashes a middle finger her off as she shuffles her way into her bathroom, “I’ll text y’all when I’m on my way!” Cynthia chimes in, “I’ll text you the address to the Air B&B, we’ll pregame there before the kickback.”

It was Cyn’s grand plan to take Kamaria to a house party in Oakland, to be specific Cyn’s foster brother’s house party. It was perfect timing that Zoe would host a party on Kamaria’s twenty-sixth birthday. It was a must that the whole crew got lit and none of them were driving two hours back to the valley. Hell, none of them were driving back to their decked out Air B&B either. They were taking an Uber to and from Zoe’s party. Kamaria finally hopped out of her shower and picked out the outfit that Cynthia and Adia collectively bought for her as a graduation gift. She couldn’t stop trying to cover up as the lace bodysuit she’s sporting left nothing to the imagination, and the lace pants that all these girls have been sporting definitely were no better. Kamaria threw her shoes in her purse since she can’t drive in heels and proceeds to apply her makeup for the night.

Just like clockwork, as soon as she finishes up and grabs her overnight bag, Cyn sends her the address. Her drive is as smooth as it could be on a Friday night, the traffic doesn’t hit until she’s four miles away from her destination. Kamaria’s mind starts to drift and she hears a horn beeping at her. She looks ahead of her right away to see that she can’t move ahead so she shrugs it off, thinking it’s the car in the lane over from her. She hears the horn again and looks back, her ratchet ass best friends are two cars behind her in the lane next to her. “HEY BIIIIIIIIIIIT!” Cyn yells out in the passenger seat. She rolls down her window, “When did y’all leave?” Adia shrugs, “About ten minutes after you said you left. You drive slow!” “Did y’all eat yet?” The girls look at each other in their car and shake their heads, “Nah.” Kamaria starts her thinking face, “I want some tacos!” Cynthia screams, “I know a spot! Put in Cholita Linda.” It was an eight minute drive from where they were on the freeway.

They arrived to the color-filled eatery around eight PM. They choose to sit by the window to get a nice view of Telegraph Avenue. The waiter arrives with a thick Spanish accent, “Hola mamitas! Welcome to Cholita Linda, my name is Rosalyn. What can I get ‘cha?” Kamaria orders the fish tacos and a glass of Sangria. Adia orders a Cubano with a glass of Cabernet. Cynthia opts for the Carne Asada tacos, chips and guac and a Corona. The girls are all enjoying the scenery and drinks when a guy catches Kamaria’s attention. She didn’t want to alarm the girls so she keeps a cool demeanor as their conversing about Cyn’s brother.

“This nigga keeps tryna get me to move back home. I’m telling him if I can find a job out here matching the ends that I’m making in the valley then I’m on a one way back here! Other than that, I’ll catch you when I’m here!” Adia agrees with her friend, “Yeah the money is too good out there to just be going anywhere else.” Kamaria catches a glimpse of the mysterious man’s side profile, he was smiling. Dimple on full display and from what she could see, he sported a gold cap on his lower canine. His profile alone makes Kamaria straighten up in her seat. Cyn turns to her, “What’chu think K?” She blinks out of her trance and looks out of the window, “I heard the Wakandan Outreach Center is looking for people in IT. I only heard about it after I accepted my offer, otherwise I would’ve came out here.” Adia’s eyes widen, “Oh yeah! I heard that too! I heard about that fine ass King that built it too!” Cyn protests, “Girl don’t he got a girl? Nokia or something?” Adia goes back, “Nakia, Cynthia. They broke up a while back though.” Kamia reels back in surprise, “How do you know this?” Adia shrugs her intelligence off, “Since T’challa revealed what Wakanda is really about, he’s all over theshaderoom, bossip, icecreamconvos..” “The list of blogs go on and on. So anyway, I may look into that. Zoe and Erik have been riding me hard about coming back.”

Kamaria looks over in the man’s direction again, she catches him staring right back at her. She looks down by reflex, biting her lip to mask her smile. “What’chu over there smiling at?” “I just thought about something.” Oh she’s thinking alright. The way he licked his full lips at her as if he was ready to devour her on the next table has Kamaria’s thoughts racing. She chugs her Sangria and looks around for Rosalyn, she must be on a break or something because she’s nowhere to be found. “I need some water, I’ll be back.” The parched woman gets up and struts in the mystery man’s direction. As if he felt her presence arising, he turns back around to face her, only to see her standing right beside her. “Hello, can I get a water please? I can’t find my waiter.” The bartender nods as the man sizes her up, “Where you going looking like that?” Kamaria turns to him to witness his tongue darting out, sliding across his teeth at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Looking like what, exactly?” Her eyes narrow in suspense, awaiting his response. He drags his finger in mid-air, up and down. Pointing through her an-sable, “That. You must have a date tonight or somethin’.” Kamaria shakes her head, “Nah. Just a night out with my girls.” The man places his hands in his pockets as he closes their distance, “That’s a shame. If you were my date, dressed like that. Girl, I’d rip through--” “Here ya go mami, Agua.” She stares at the frosted cup and back up at him, “Goodnight.” She grabs the beverage and starts back to the table, He replies as she walks away, “Goodnight to you too.”

The girls must have been tied up into whatever conversation they were having because they don’t even question Kamaria about her little run in at the bar. She spends the rest of the time in the restaurant quiet listening to her girls rant and rave about their boyfriends and the ain’t shit, shit that they do. They exit the establishment in laughter as Adia goes, “K, you lucky you ain’t gotta deal with this shit! Be single for as long as you can bit! As soon as you get a nigga, BOOM. He get to acting like it’s his first day on the planet!” “Anyway, off them niggas! It’s K’s big two-six! So you know we about to do it big! Lets get our asses to the spot!”

The trio arrive at the estate. “Damn Dia! You did this!” She pops her collar, “Well, you know! What can I say?” She laughs before continuing, “What did you get for us to get this pregame poppin’? It’s almost midnight and almost Kamaria’s birthday!” Cynthia digs around in her duffle bag and pulls out a bottle of Hennessy white. Kamaria could already feel the hangover coming as she slaps her forehead, “Oh, God.” Cynthia pulls out another one with her other hand, “Oh, God is right! We doing it up boo! We got this bomb ass place for two nights, we about to get lit at my brodie’s party! It’s only right bestie!” She poured up the shots, “Everybody raise em up! Raise em up!” They all do so. “To Kamaria! The genius. The beauty. The wonderful. May twenty-sex! Treat you as well as you treat the ones you love! Salud!” Kamaria shoots her shot straight back, wincing at the burn in her throat.

They arrive to the party fifteen till midnight, tipsy and ready to dance. Kamaria is still feeling self conscious about her revealing outfit so she puts on her cropped jacket over it. The Uber pulls up to Zoe’s house the street is filled with cars. His porch and driveway was littered with party goers. Cyn leads the way through until they get in the house. The live Dj is next to the entertainment center, the living room’s red colored lights made it almost difficult to clearly see anyone. Cyn guides the duo to what looks to be the dining room where Zoe stands with two girls on each arm, “Oh shit, Cyn! I didn’t think you was gon make it Beans!” “I told you I was comin’ Rice! Damn, have you no faith in your sis?” He shakes his head as he takes a drag from his re-rolled backwood, “Nah. I don’t.” She slaps him upside his head, “Fuck you nigga!” “Ew. No thanks!” “Zoe, these are my besties, Adia--” She waves, “Hi.” “--and Kamaria” She nods, “Hello.” “Oh so this is the birthday girl?” Zoe parts ways with his women as he comes to the realization.

“That’ll be me.” He nods, “Hmph. Well, I gotta show you how we celebrate birthdays in Oak Town. Aye, E!” He signaled for someone over in the living room, “Waddup, Z!” Kamaria’s face hardened at the raspy deep voice that replied at Zoe’s call. She shifts past her girls to see who the voice belongs to, and lo and behold. It’s the guy she saw at Cholita Linda. She put her hand over her mouth in astonishment, “Shit.” She whispered as he approaches them, “Erik, this is Kamaria. To my understanding it’s her birthday.” “Nice to see you again, beautiful. Happy birthday.” He holds his hand out, awaiting to meet hers. She accepts the gesture, grasping his hand. He takes hers and places one single kiss in the middle of her outer palm. Kamaria shivers as she retrieves it, “Thank you, Erik.” He smirks as his tongue drags across his teeth again, as it did earlier. “Care for a dance, birthday girl?” She looks to her girls, Adia gave her a “Bitch what you waiting for?” look, Cyn says, “He’s the bro girl, you safe.”

Kamaria finally pieces it together that it’s the same Erik that Cyn and Zoe grew up with. She nods, “Okay.” Now, even though Kamaria was a homebody, she still has rhythm and since she has a shape to her, it would’ve been a shame if she didn’t know how to move it. So she would go on YouTube and Instagram and watched videos of twerking in her spare time and would practice. It looks like that’s what the crowd was doing so she simply follows suit. Her body whines back and forth as Erik’s hands find hers as his body hugs against hers. Just as they were finding a rhythm to whatever song was playing, the music stops. “Ehh Emm.. Check one two, one two! Alright, excuse me fam! It’s my bitch Kami’s birthday and she gots to get down one time to her song! Happy birthday BIIIIITT! Hit it DJ.” Birthday bitch starts blaring through the speakers.

Kamaria exclaims, “Oooooohhh!” She dips her body lower and Erik follows suit, gripping her by her hips. Her body is gyrating against her partner’s as she feels a finger tap her, it’s Adia’s “Here. It’s from Zoe. Your birthday blunt.” Kamaria keeps dancing as she finds him, “Aye! You got twenty five more like that comin’ up so you better start now!” She takes the lighter from Adia and sparks up. Since she’s not able to put her hands on her knees because she’s smoking, she has to stand up slightly arched as she sways back and forth to her birthday song. Erik inches his head to her ear, “You know how to shake sum K.” She grins, “Yeah, I do.” She whines her body to turn toward him, “So what were you saying earlier?” His brow raises, “When?” “At the restaurant. You said if you were my date and if I was wearing what I am wearing..” She pauses her statement as she takes a drag and presses her pelvis against his, “You’d do..what?” 

Erik laughs, looking at the ceiling as if he is composing himself, says, “I’d rip through all that shit.” That shiver returns to Kamaria’s body and she stops dancing, motioning the blunt to Erik. He takes it, still hanging onto their stare. “Since it’s your birthday, I’d definitely rip all that shit off. Give you some good birthday dick.” Kamaria bites her lip at the thought, “Hmm..” On queue, Mad Cobra’s “Flex” comes on. Erik hands her backwood back, she turns back against him and slowly whines to the beat. Her body temperature heats up and as she recognizes Erik’s does the same. She suddenly slows her motions, he goes back against her ear, “You feel it, don’t you?” Her head rolls back, resting against his chest. His hand grips her inner thigh as he murmurs, “You coming with me?” She giggles as her next words struggle to come out, “W-what?” He grips her thigh harder so that her body can press against his even more so she could feel exactly how hard he is under his pants. Her body shivers again, “I SAID, you coming with Daddy?”