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Hello! I’m on vacation until Thursday! I wanna write some drabbles! I write for many fandoms as you know. Vikings, Last Kingdom. Marvel, Black Panther, Peaky Fucking Blinders. Send in one with your character attached and I’ll get started! Thanks!!! (List is from @a-cure-for-writers-block​ page)

“Are you mad at me?” “Other than the fact I haven’t seen any action in a while, no, I’m absolutely fine.”

“Why do you keep looking at me?” “Oh, you only just caught on? Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off of you?”

“Why are you wearing that, oh god, no you need to go and change.” “Why? Because all you really want is to bend me over the counter and-” “Stop talking and take off your clothes.”

“Why would you say that! I tried so hard to make you happy and now you’re- your hands are distracting me.”

“Can we just not move for a very long time? I have lots of problems that I can’t be bothered to deal with.” “We can stay in bed forever then, I’m fine with that.” “Good, because I need you to eat me out and I don’t want to move.”

“I can’t believe you just sucked me off in an alleyway.” “I can’t believe you let me.”

“I’m hard and you’re hungry, which do you think is more important right now?” “My hunger, to be honest with you-” “Incorrect, the right answer was my dick. Let’s kill two birds with one stone.”

“I love you, but can’t we just eat pizza and have sex lots of times on Valentines day?”

“You have to promise me that we won’t be boring and have less sex if we get married.” “Of course, I’m pretty sure getting married means more sex.”

“No, I will not call off this interview to come and pick out lingerie with you.”

“Where are you?” “In bed.” “Good I hope you’re naked.” “No, I’m trying to sleep actually.”

“Can we just call off dinner with your parents and screw instead?” “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“But I’m at work.” “So am I, now come make out with me in the store cupboard on level” “Wow, you’re such a romantic.”

“Can you stop sending me nudes, I’m at work.” “That excuse never stopped you when I was working.” “Can you blame me? I bought lace undies, what was I supposed to do?”

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A/N: This was supposed to be fluff but I don’t think it’s possible with Erik lol. NSFW and strong language Because it’s Erik lol I just tagged people who might be interested and the refs! Taglist Open. Other BP Works Here

- It’s total and complete denial from him if anyone asks. “So when you and old girl gone finally get together?” T’Challa asks as Erik’s eyes follow you to your car. “T, I done told your ass three hundred times, it ain’t even there she basically one of the boys.” T’Challa chuckles. “Oh so you be looking at W’kabi like you wanna fuck him when he walk away too?” Erik scoffs flicking him off. “Fuck you T. You gone keep getting dumped by Nakia every five seconds or you gone move on?”

- Erik is uncomfortable with you going places that seem dangerous or sketchy. “Why you gotta go to the damn Northside of town at night? You wanna get attacked?” He says to you on the phone. You sigh tired of the same question ever Saturday night. “I can handle myself E.” He doesn’t quit with the the threats though “Y/N, I tell you what... if you die I’m gone bring that ass back and kill you myself.”

- Erik enjoys going to your parents house looking at old pictures of you. “On god, your head has been big as hell since birth huh?” He nudges you with his elbow. “You been petty since birth so I guess all things are possible huh.” He pauses. “Man shut that lame shit up, you can’t help if you got a big ass head.”

- Expects you to tell you about your love life but His is off limits because he doesn’t want you to think less of him, granted you know his ways. “You’re just gonna send her to the box? She’s called you like three times.” Erik continues eating his food. “She doesn’t want nothing hell.” You roll your eyes, “when you gone make it official with her? Y’all been fucking for two years now?” He titles his head at you. “Man Y/N, Do me a favor and mind your own fucking business. Ain’t nobody said nothing about you and that ugly ass dude you fucking.”

- Jealous to a point but always pushes buttons you didn’t know you had. “Oh so you jealous now? You mad cause my boyfriend fucking me right?” Erik finishes his bite of food and sips his water. “Nah, if I wanted you I could have already had you! Remember that damn tree house. Panties off and panting.” Your face bleeds with embarrassment remembering your teenage years with him. “Asshole.” He just smiles at the small victory.

- Hates when you ignore him leaving you multiple text messages and voicemails. Erik: man I called you like six times and I think you got me on block. Let me find out yo ass done got another best friend and I’m squaring the fuck up. I swear Y/N. The new one catch hands.”

- Goes to your house at all hours of the night and no matter what you generally let him in. “Why are you here at four in the morning?” He pauses. “Nah, ain’t no way you gone hit me with god damn questions after I been calling you six days straight.” You shuffle back to the bed. “I been working.” “Not for six fucking days with no break.” He says flopping into bed next to you.

- You two have slept in the same bed without doing more than occasional kiss and it’s damn near normal, he has his own pillow and all.

- He only allows you or his barber to touch his hair but he prefers you because he likes being in between your legs. “Twist my shit right now. Don’t want me scaring away these women.” He continues to make small touches that send a gang of butterflies to your stomach.

- He wants to sleep with you but always pushes it aside because he values your friendship until one night it’s all gone to the wind

- You finish his last twist and he sits in the couch next to you fiddling with his hair. And before you can think he’s on you and your hands are at a frenzy gripping the him of his shirt and pulling it over his head like it’s nothing. His skilled fingers unclasp your bra in a second tossing it to the floor and his lips cover your nipple sucking and then nibbling down and tugging with his teeth to tease you.

- You arch your back as your nails rake up his back. Erik doesn’t even flinch slipping your underwear and pants down in one fluid motion and then sinking into you. He shows no mercy pounding into you. Your legs wrap around his waist taking him deeper until you feel that incredible build up within you. Your body tightens and then you gasp in ecstasy once you come. Erik likes seeing you beneath him. “You like this shit?” But you can’t breathe let alone speak shaking your head “Yes” feeling him hit your g-spot more intensely as you ride out your high.

- You two finish lying on the floor in tangled mess and he intertwines your fingers with his. “You know that ugly nigga gotta go right?” You laugh because at that moment you can’t even remember the guy’s name.

A/N: NSFW. Smut and such below the cut. Tag List Open. This one is using the song Let Me, by Zayn. If you like my work please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or liking it lol I hope you enjoy. (I’m sorry I don’t know whose Gifs these are! I saved them a while back but if you know comment and shout them out )

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I’ll do both for you anon!!! I decided just to add on to a headcannon I wrote about Erik being in love with his best friend, The link is Below! I hope you enjoy! 

HEADCANNON HERE 

Treehouses: Erik

Here you are babe!!!!! 

Test: T’Challa

Every month T’Challa got moody and standoffish. You never bringit up but this month he’d truly gotten on your nerves. He slid the dishes intothe sink and turned to you with folded arms. “Would it kill you to wash a dishevery now and then?”

“T’Challa, I washed dishes all last week. I am not doingthem this week. You can wash that damn dish yourself.” You move past him walkingout of the kitchen and into the laundry room. The clothes were scatteredeverywhere because you hadn’t really had an off day in a week. You pick up theTide and twist the knob over to the heavy setting. “Would it kill you to washyour own clothes sometimes?” You mumble sorting through the array of black shirtsand hoodies on the floor. “I have to beg to get you to do shit around here oncea month. You would think you were a bitch by the way you fucking complain.” Youkick the clothes from pathway. “King T’Challa, being a damn bitch.” Youcontinue.

“Are you testing me today, Y/N?”

Your hair stands on your arm not realizing that he’d beenbehind you the entire time. You say nothing throwing the clothes in the washeras it fills. Perhaps if you were silent he would walk away, and you couldcontinue your little housework without an argument.

“Y/N.” He said closer than he was before.

You stand and feel him right behind you, his chest on yourback and his hand on your waist. “T’Challa. Why were you listening to me talkto myself/ That’s rude? That conversation had nothing to do with you.”

The trickle of the water filling in that tub is the onlysound in the room. You toss the last few shirts into the washer and toss in thecup of tide. He still hasn’t left your behind yet. He just stands there withhis folded arms watching you with hooded eyes and a slight smile. You had noclue what he had up his sleeve, just that he was too silent. You close the lidof the washer and try to leave the laundry room.

“Where are you going?” He says turning you back towards the washer.He plants your hands onto the cold metal and pushes your legs apart. “Yourremarks were very disrespectful, especially to your King.” His lips graze yourearlobe and he nips tugging at your pants until they fall to your ankles. Hishand snaps against your bare skin and you breathe slowly. “Don’t you agree?”

“So now you a King?” You chide. “Done having your moment?”

T’Challa moves his hand to your neck gripping you flushagainst him. You can feel his hardened length prodding for entry and you clenchyour thighs together. “We are testing me today.” T’Challa’s kisses your neckadoringly for a moment licking the curve, biting down and pushing you forward.T’Challa slides into you with no foreplay or warning. You arch your back inresponse pushing against the intrusion but also welcoming it freely as yourwalls clench around him.

“T-.” He covers your mouth shaking his head.

“Are you begging now?” He says through clenched teeth. T’Challapushes into you again making your thighs hit the washer. The washer’svibrations aide to your arousal, shaking you while he drags himself out andthen pushes back into you again. You pant and whimper as his strokes get deeperand harder each time he enters you. Your legs start to shake, and you feel theeuphoria at bay. T’Challa pulls out of you and snakes his arm your waisttrailing down to your clit. He rubs in small circles. “you’re not coming untilyou beg me. Beg your King to come.” His fingers are frantic, rubbing circlesand then reversing until your drenching him and your pussy is weeping forrelief.

“Please…” You choke out.

“Please what?”

“Let me come. Please.”

It does scream him! I think you asked for Ubbe in the other one but I think this works!! Thank you love!! 

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Perhaps it was the way the other guy paid you attention that had you drawnto him, but you were in this club, surrounded by people and all you could seewas him. His brown eyes cut into you as soon as you hit the door and theconnection was electric. A break up with Ivar usually seemed normal. You twowould fuss and fight but then three days later he was calling you and you wereback to him. But it was day five and you hadn’t heard anything from him. Itwasn’t like you to contact him first, especially when you weren’t in the wrong.You didn’t either. You pushed your phone into your purse after looking at it a thirdand a fourth time and you realized that he wasn’t going to call or text you. So,the brown eyed mocha guy at the bar had a shot and you hoped he took it.

You move closer to the bar trying not to seem obvious. It was neveryour style to go out of your way and talk to someone but who cared tonight? Youmaneuver through the crowd trying not to touch the people as they danced towhatever song blared through the system. It wasn’t easy being it was packed.You finally reach the bar placing your clutch on the marble top. The bartenderstands in front of you.  “What will itbe?”

“Uhm…” You pause trying to think of something to drink. They never had menusout and you never were good at guessing drinks off the top of your head. “Red Bulland Vodka?”

“Coming right up.” He says turning to make you drink.

“That shit will kill you.” The guy who’d been eyeing you the entirenight sits next to you and extends his hand. “I’m Marcus. And you?”

You noticed the pink of his lip as he smiles and then those dimples. “Y/N.”He shakes your hand once firmly handing the bartender his card. “I’ll get herdrink, even if it will kill her.” He grins. “Why are you out here alone?”

“I came with some friends, but they are out there losing their mindssomewhere.” You take a swallow of the Red Bull and vodka regretting itimmediately. “What about you?”

“Just out.”

“Nice.”

“You want to lose your mind out there with me?” He points to the dancefloor as the tempo of music changes from fast to slow. “I won’t bite.”

“Yes.”

You feel his hand wrap around your arm and his voice. “Wheredo you think you’re going?” Ivar whispers in your ear. His lips grazeyour earlobe and his hair drapes on your shoulder. “Huh?”

Marcus is taken back for a second. “Is it a problem?”

“Yeah, my girl here was confused about something, but she’s good now.”Ivar drags you through the crowd to the restroom turning the gold lock. “Whatthe fuck was that?”

“Yes! My fucking question to you!! I haven’t heard from you in fivefucking days!! Get your god damn hands off me.” You push him into the wall tuggingyour arm from his hand and releasing a deep growl you didn’t even know you hadin you.

“Why are you acting like this? You want someone else?”

“Maybe I do! You ever think about not playing cat and mouse all thetime? You get mad and just fucking leave because you can and you don’t call me.I could have died.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I’m going back out to dance with Marcus. Move out of my way.” You tryto push him aside but he doesn’t move.

His face is unsettled. His lips forma smug line. “Marcus?”

“Yeah he seemed to know how to treat me.” He stands there barricadingyou in the bathroom and finally you’re livid as you’re fist clashes into hischest over and over. His chest is like stone and he is unbothered. And youreyes burn as they well with tears. “Get out the way.”

“You’re mine!” He yells. “Y/N, I don’t share.” Ivarwaits for you to say something and you don’t. Your eyes are just locked on him.“Well.Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“Get out the way.” Your tears drip to the floor and his face cracks. “Please.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’tstand to see you cry.”

“I’m fine.” You lie trying tocatch your breath.

“Stop pretending you’re okay,cause I know you’re not.” He pushes his hands through his hair. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispers.“I’m selfish.” He shakes his head wiping your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be!” You hit himagain and again until he grabs your small fist in his hand. He pulls you to hischest and you melt into him.

“I’m sorry. Staywith me” He whispers again coaxing you into not being mad at him again.He hits the lights walking you backward to the couch. His kisses pepper downyour neck until the crease of your knees hit the couch and you both sink onto it.“You forgive me?” He asks. You shake your head no and he sighs. “Yes, you do.”His breathing is slow and labored un then his lips meet yours again, peckinguntil he separates them sliding his tongue teasing you playfully. Ivar isdrapes one of your legs to the floor reaching up your legs and underneath yourdress. He pulls your underwear complete off and to the floor. You can’t see him,but you feel he’s on his knees. He straightens your body pulling your waist tohim. His hands caress your thighs pulling them apart and you instinctivelyplace your hands in his hair as you feel him dip his legs between them. His kisseseach thigh and kisses your lips and separates them with his tongue. His tonguedances along your clit and you throw your head back. He sucks at it and thenflick his tongue over it again before he dives into you thrusting. You pant.Your toes curl and your heels clack the ground. Ivar continues his worktwirling and nipping until your body pools with pleasure. He adds two fingersand you immediately clench around him as he pumps them into you curling it tograze your g-spot and you explode. The wail from you sounds melodic and highpitch as you clench your thighs around his head riding the wave.

“Hey!!! What is going on inthere!” The guard yells pounding on the door.

“Let’s get out of here.” Hesays standing up and lifting you from the couch. You follow him out of the roomholding his hand as if you two never left.

“My panties.” You whisper asyou cross the dance floor.