After Civil War, Steve and Bucky and the other fugitive Avengers face a painful past and an uncertain future, while T'Challa assumes the throne of Wakanda and decides his country’s place in the world and his own place in the Avengers’ world. Our heroes all face their own reckonings with each other and the rest of the world.
Our heroes scramble to prepare for a potential alien invasion as the world erupts into chaos. Scott rejoins the team in a desperate effort to protect his family, but Wakanda’s defenses are swiftly penetrated!
Summary: A continuation of ‘Thanksgiving w/ Mr. Stevens’; You and Erik spend Valentine’s Day cooking gumbo and reflecting on the past and your hopes for the future.
Warnings: SEX. 18+
A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends! I haven’t written in so long and I wanted to give you guys a taste of desire before I continue Warm Colors with sugar daddy M’Baku. Let me know what you think. Thanks for rocking wit me! - Shanti
‘Up late, again
Head on my chest,
hand on my ass
Up late again
Back it up on ya
You paused the song and added it to the playlist titled ‘Valentine’s Moans’. February 14th had come faster than you anticipated, and in your rush of work, you’d forgotten all about your plans with Erik up until the night before. Although the plans were simple; grocery shopping, gumbo, and movies; you’d forgotten all about them up until you laid down to sleep.
After being together for so long, none of the theatrics was needed. You never asked for any gifts and neither did he. Both of you just wanted each other’s company.
But this year, there were actual plans and you were far from prepared; hell, you hadn’t even wrapped his surprise. Here you were, rushing to finish this playlist and hopefully your makeup before meeting Erik at the market in 10 min.
‘You on your way? Don’t be late, cheeks.’ - E
‘I’m leaving now’
You pocketed your phone and headed out into the Wakandan heat. You felt it buzz a couple times but ignored it as you walked to the market; grocery list in hand. After a few minutes of fast walking, you had finally arrived. You sighed with relief as you walked into the bustling market. The smells of fresh fruit and shea butter wafted through the aisles. You looked around for a while before spotting Erik looking fine as usual. The cream and magenta of his outfit beamed against his warm brown skin; the gold rim of his glasses gleaming in unison with his fanged grill. You would never tire of looking at him. He made his way over to you with a grin on his face.
“Look who’s actually on time!” Your smile dropped as he laughed.
“All this takes time; I could just go back if you want-“ He pulled you in by your waist and kissed your cheek.
“Nah, cheeks; you know I’m just playing. Come on.” You giggled quietly as he kissed your neck.
“I missed you,” Erik said, leading you by the hand,” I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”
“That’s because you haven’t, E.” You chuckled inwardly; he could be such a softy sometimes.
“I have half a mind to take you in the car right now, y/n,” he whispered into your ear as you walked hand in hand.
Your sex twitched at the thought and you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. He grabbed your ass as he kissed your cheek and you moved his hand, laughing.
“Would you stop?! Prince N’Jadaka should be behaving like a prince amongst his people,” you scolded, half laughing at his expression.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what I’m supposed to behave like. If I miss you, I’ma act on that shit.” He stopped in his tracks, peppering kisses all over your face and neck.
You knew he missed you; he always went straight for the neck when he missed you.
Erik had agreed to the outdated Wakandan tradition of living separately until the wedding day arrived, but that didn’t mean he liked it. You held his face as he pouted.
“I missed you too, daddy. I know you don’t like this arrangement but it’s only a few more months. Queen-mother personally requested it and we have to respect her wishes. She is your auntie, after all.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed.
“Yeah, and I should have never said yes,” he muttered.
“Now come on. Let’s get our ingredients, go back to my place, and enjoy this holiday,” you said softly, rubbing his beard. Erik kissed your cheek and sighed.
“All right, come on cheeks.”
When you arrived back at your place, you immediately began to cut the celery, bell pepper, and onion as Erik got started on the roux.
“You know, I remember watching my pops cook gumbo. The smell is still the same,” he recalled.
You stopped chopping the celery when you heard him sniffle. You hugged his waist from behind, kissing his shoulder.
“I’m good, cheeks. It’s just, all these wedding plans got me thinking and wishing that he could be here for this. I want to be a good husband to you and I can’t even ask my dad how to be that.”
“Erik, look at me,” you said.
“The recipe says not to take your eye off the roux, I literally can’t look at you, y/n,” Erik chimed sarcastically, causing you both to laugh.
“The roux will still be there, boy! Just look at me for half a second,” you demanded. He turned to face you and you cradled his cheeks in your hands.
“N’Jadaka, your father would be so proud of how far you’ve come. Mentally, spiritually, emotionally. You’ve become your own hero as well as mine. You’re going to be a great husband. Don’t ever doubt it; and even if you do, I got you. I always will,” you sighed, tears running down your face.
Erik rested his head against yours and held your face in his hands.
“See, when you say shit like that, I know you’re going to be a great wife. Damn it, y/n. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” Erik’s watery eyes met yours and he kissed you passionately; his fingers navigating through your coiled tresses.
“I love you so much. You are my entire world, y/n,” he cooed, his gold fangs peeking through his smile.
“I love you more. You may now pay attention to the roux,” you laughed, pecking his lips.
“Oh, now I can? After you done made a nigga cry before the food’s even ready,” Erik chided, stirring the roux again. You turned back to your station and finished cutting the celery.
“So, I know we agreed not to do gifts but I made you something,” you said, connecting your phone to the bluetooth speakers.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He asked, turning down the fire on the stove. Ari Lennox’s Shea Butter Baby began to blast through the kitchen.
You walked over to the pot of roux and poured the holy trinity into it.
“I may or may not have made you a playlist for Valentine’s day; I hope it’s not too corny,” you feared, mixing the contents of the pot. Erik stood beside you and kissed your temple.
“Maybe I like corny,” he said, scrolling through the playlist. “Damn, Saba, Snoh Alegra, and Mac Ayers? You must be tryna get fucked tonight, y/n.”
You smiled in response, as you both combined all the ingredients; covering them in chicken stock and topping it off with a lid. The song faded into the next; I Want You Around by Snoh Alegra.
“Well, it’s simmering. What do you wanna do for the next hour?” You inquired, wiping your hands with a towel.
“I mean, I got some ideas,” Erik trailed off, his hands caressing your thighs as he kissed the back of your neck.
He turned you around, kissing you fiercely. You struggled to stand on your toes, trying to keep your lips aligned with his; silently cursing him for his height. Erik sensed your frustration and lifted you by your ass, wrapping your thick legs around his waist.
He carried you to your bedroom and made quick work of discarding your dress. You helped him take off his shirt and added it to the puddle of fabric beneath you. At that moment your eyes found his and it was as if the whole world stopped as you admired God’s work. The man was simply enamoring and looked at you like you were enamoring as well. You were so caught up in the moment that you had barely noticed Erik removing the thin piece of and wires covering your breasts. Your nipples hardened at his touch; knees buckling at the sight of his lustful gaze.
Erik guided you to lay down; his lips meeting your neck once again, accompanied by his tongue and the too fleeting love bites of his teeth. He pinched and pulled your left nipple as he gave birth to the desires you had kept to yourself over the past few days. He moved down to lay between your thighs, licking his fingers as he gazed at your dripping wet sex.
“Damn, that pussy nice a wet for daddy,” Erik said, pushing two fingers into you, beginning a steady pace.
You moaned loudly as his thick lips covered your clit, sucking it madly. He always worked wonders with his tongue and lips, and it always drove you to the point of insanity. The special attention he paid to your clit was unmatched as if he was desperate to please you. In these moments, he worshipped at the temple of your body with every lick, suck, and bite. Scrambling your mind and thought process by the second.
“I missed you so much, baby girl; you know that?” He asked, staring you down. You nodded but he slammed his fingers into you harder, causing your mouth to go agape.
“You know I need to hear you, y/n. Come on, baby,” Erik cooed, quickening the pace of his fingers.
“Fuck, okay, daddy, okay! You’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He kneeled over you and used your juices to rub his manhood.
“Nah, princess; you ain’t cumming on nothing but this dick tonight.” He pushed your knees back and slowly entered you, painstakingly slow.
“Erik, please stop playing. Please, daddy,” you begged as his hips rolled with every thrust.
“Oh, you want me to stop playing, huh?” He asked rhetorically, placing your leg over his shoulder. He began to thrust harder, the sounds of clapping skin and moaning overbearing the beats of the playlist.
“Fuck, daddy; I don’t think I can hold it!” You could feel the orgasm building and you were trying to delay.
“Nah, you wanted me to stop playing; you better take this dick, y/n,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your thighs as he laid into you. You bit your lip, trying to hold it.
“Ooooh, fuck; I’m bout to cum, baby. You gone cum with me?” Erik asked; the pace of his thrusts became sloppier with the second.
“Yes, cum in this pussy, daddy!” you cried, squirting all over his dick as he shot his seed into you. His member pulsating in unison with your sex. He slid out of you and laid next to you; both of you seeing stars on the ceiling as you breathed in tandem.
“Well, Happy Valentine’s day,” he said as he glanced at you; you both chuckled, breathily.
“I think that gumbo might be done now, E.”
“Babygirl, I forgot all about that gumbo.” He pulled you into his chest as you both laughed. Y’all could eat gumbo later.
Omg I didn’t think about that!!! He’s been there for three years! With the kids playing with his hair and giving him different hairstyles! And shuri “stopping by” 😂😂 I love it.
LISTEN. They’re friends ok!! At this point, they HAVE to be.
And omg, I get emo when I think about the kids… because what if he snapped but they didn’t, and when he comes back they are full grown 🥺🥺🥺 and he gets sad because he’s had portions of his life forcibly erased by HYDRA but this is the first time he remembers what he’s lost before AND after the fact. I think him missing those kids childhoods would hurt a lot. Anyways. Whew.
If you know me you know I love making playlists. Music helps me channel emotions, moods and is my favorite assistant when writing. (Besides a thesaurus)
This playlist is based around an idea of what MCU T'Challa might be like in 15-20 in years into the future after BP movie. With the events of IW and Endgame transpiring like canon. This is definitely inspired by a fic by Esama with Thor who travels back in time where younger versions of himself and Loki exist. In my idea you have T'Challa going from whatever the MCU world is like 20 years in the future to that iconic battle at the great mound. Witnessing a younger version of himself and Erik face off.
My theory based on the rambunctious (and ever disappointing) BP comics, 616 universe and other factors. T'Challa the elder chooses differently and if the first song in the playlist doesn’t tip you off this is a T'Challa who’s much more open to wreaking havoc. I think the evolution T'Challa goes through in CW is kind of powerful if only because it’s in some ways undone by the next few years of shenanigans following Endgame. (Black Panther 2 is going to be a doozy I already know)
The guiding principle here is an older, maybe jaded, maybe cynical T'Challa coming face to face with a younger, idealistic him and being able to meet all the energy Erik gives us in canon with his own. The experiences he has versus the vision Erik wants to create. Seeing what comes out of this meeting, good, bad, ugly.
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Black Panther (2018)Marvel Cinematic Universe Relationship: M'Baku/T'Challa (Marvel) Characters: M'Baku (Marvel)T'Challa (Marvel) Language: English Stats: Published:2018-0217 Words:1517 Chapters:1/1 Comments:122 Kudos:1174 Bookmarks:169 Hits:6718 https://archiveofourown.org/works/13717374 This fic came out shortly after the movie and really touched me, check it out.