#erik killmonger x poc

[nareyacute101]

Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

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[raynnawrites]

Slight Changes

Synopsis: When your husband starts to act different and hide his body, naturally, you worry.

You and Erik’s shared Los Angeles home was your temple. The home you dreamt of constantly, a place where you could express your love and appreciate each other with no one to criticize or ruin your love for each other.

The home you paid off as soon as you could, the home that had been witness to your individual growth, as well as your marriage. You and Erik had been together for almost 10 years, having known each other since high school. You knew each other almost perfectly. Key word… Almost.

Your beloved home would bear witness once more to one more phase.

For the past month, your husband had become a stranger. Hiding himself from you. Erik had shown some signs about being self conscious about his body. What could have possibly given it away? His constant urge to hide his stomach behind cushions, wearing oversized clothing, barely letting you see him shirtless or in shorts, not using the pool he insisted on building.

The man had always been proud of his body, loving himself and taking care of it. He had always loved his body. He would always be shirtless or wearing wife beaters, even walking around in only boxers. Erik would sleep shirtless, eat shirtless, almost walk around naked around your home. This was completely new to you. He would barely let you touch him.

Hugs would be short, kisses were now quick pecks and hand holding had almost come to a halt. Naturally, as his wife, you worried. What could he possibly be hiding? Was something wrong? Was he in pain? Did he need something specific? Were you even right about him being self conscious about his body? Maybe this could be a new phase for him?

All of these questions, and whenever you tried to ask, as gently as you could, he would quickly shut everything down.

“Girl, no. It’s just… I don’t feel like bein’ shirtless.”

Erik would always say. And you, wanting to respect his body and wishes, stopped everything and changed the subject entirely. But a new observation had been made by you that had triggered your worry once more.

He would barely eat. His food portions were too small, his water intake was too high, his exercises too long and brutal for him. Every time he finished at the built-in gym and returned to your master bathroom, you saw how red his face was, how sweaty and exhausted he would be.

He would overwork himself.

Erik had always been athletic and had an absurdly high stamina. But he would never get this close to almost passing out. You wanted to figure out what could be wrong with your husband. You walked into the living room and saw him as he sat now.

Man spreading with a cushion over his stomach and on his phone. Wearing an oversized shirt and baggy jeans.

“Erik, baby… we need to talk.” You began softly, walking over to the sofa and sitting at a small distance. Far enough where he felt comfortable, but close enough to still be able to properly look at him. “What?” He asked you, seeing you take a deep breath and exhale. Trying your best to not seem angry or upset, you gathered your thoughts.

“Okay, Erik,” you began, “I’m worried about you.”

Your husband scoffed and offered a small smile, “why?”, he questioned.

“You’ve been distant. We barely hold hands, you don’t hug me anymore and you don’t kiss me. Whenever I wanna love you, you push me away and I would really like to know why.” You replied, seeing his eyes soften up.

“Another thing, more important than this.”

Erik’s eyes locked on yours, paying close attention.

“I’ve noticed that in the past few weeks you’ve been overwhelming yourself. With workouts, you aren’t eatin’ right, you come back from the gym exhausted and dizzy, about to pass out… I wanna know what’s goin’ on. I wanna help you. Let me help you.” You continued as Erik sighed and stood, having you follow him into your bedroom.

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. I’m fine. I’m just workin’ out, as usual.” Erik replied as he went to the edge of your bed.

You scoffed. “No, not as usual. Erik, you’re wearing oversized clothes, you don’t walk around shirtless, you barely touch me when we sleep and you’re always covering your stomach.” You pointed out as Erik’s face hardened. Shame and embarrassment became evident over his features.

“Erik, is something wrong? Did someone do something to you? Are you goin’ thru some shit that I just don’t know about?” You asked, sitting next to him and going to grab his hand, only to have him snatch it away from you.

Erik stayed quiet. But you noticed tears welling up. His lip quivered as he took deep, frustrated breaths.

“If I tell you, you gon’ be disgusted with me. You gon’ make fun of me.” He told you, standing and wiping away his tears, rubbing his eyes. Standing and following him, you kept your distance.

Your face contorted into confusion, surprise and even more worry. What could he possibly have to say or show?

“Erik, you know me. We’ve been married for almost 4 years, do you really think I would be that big of a bitch to make fun of you? Yeah I tease, but that’s it. Just like you tease me.” You asked him, seeing him turn to face you, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He quietly and softly took his shirt off. Instead of his “usual” body, he revealed a softer one, less muscular and toned.

His abs were replaced with a small amount of soft plump, his chest wasn’t flat, now rounder and not as chiseled, his v-line was gone and his arms were thicker, as well as his legs. His thighs were meatier. Erik dropped his head in shame and went to cover himself as you quickly grabbed his hand.

“Erik, what am I supposed to see here?” You asked him, seeing his eyes lock with yours.

“What do you mean?!” He barked, throwing his clothes across the room. You jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Look at me, Y/N! I’m fat! I’m fucking disgustin’, I look like a fucking pig!” Erik cried, wiping his cheeks roughly.

“I don’t know how the fuck this shit happened, I’ve been tryna lose the weight and I can’t! This shit just won’t go away! I can’t run without feelin’ some jiggle, I can’t even walk up the stairs without getting outta breath! I hate it! Every time I look in the mirror I see the piece of shit I turned into!” Erik continued to cry.

“I don’t know why this happened. I tried to lose weight normally, but it wouldn’t work! I’ve had to stop eatin’ and started drinkin’ a fuck ton of water because nothing works! Every damn day I go downstairs and sit on the sofa, just to look at any remedy to lose weight! This shit’s never happened to me before. Never!”

Erik kept crying in shame until he dropped to his knees. It broke your heart to see such a strong man crumble before you. Softly and slowly walking to your husband, you knelt down in front of him.

“Erik, look at me… please.” You cooed softly, cupping his face, which you noticed was the slightest bit rounder.

“You are in no way disgusting or ugly. You are not a pig! This can happen to anyone! You are human and we change all the damn time. But starvin’ yourself and almost killing yourself just so you can be skinny again ain’t it!” You told him, gently wiping away his tears.

“Listen to me Erik. If you really want to, we can get professional help. A dietitian to help us with your weight loss or even a personal trainer. There is no shame in that, whatsoever. Or you can stay like this.” You continued, seeing him calming down.

“I will always love you no matter what. You’re my husband I’mma be by your side no matter what. Unless it’s harmin’ yourself! Baby, let’s get some help. A good dietitian, a good workout plan and slowly makin’ progress.”

Erik seemed to calm down completely and held your hands. He removed them from his face to give you sad and frustrated eyes.

“I miss my body, Y/N. I know there ain’t nothin’ wrong with extra pounds but I miss my body… it’s like… I don’t recognize me anymore…” he told you, standing up. You stood along with him and stayed close.

“Then if you’re up for it, I’mma book us an appointment with a dietitian- a good dietitian and get help. But you didn’t need to hide yourself from me like that. As for the world, fuck them.”

Erik sighed and hung his head in shame.

“I just thought you wouldn’t want me. I’ve always had abs and shit. Suddenly having my body change made me think you would change too.” He explained.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around your husband in a much needed embrace. You felt his arms wrap around you and squeeze. You squeezed just as hard, or tried to, having missed physical affection from your husband.

Erik looked down at you and placed his lips on your own, quickly deepening it. The kiss was passionate, full of love and affection. Arms wrapped around each other and not a care in the world.

Parting the kiss, you looked into his softened eyes and smiled.

“You know, I kinda like you like this too. Before you were all hard and stiff, now you’re all soft and plump… this shit’s amazing!” You laughed, getting to touch all of his body.

Your hands traveled to his chest and stomach, softly rubbing the new extra skin and went back up to his face. You noticed his cheeks rounded up too. Your bright smile never ceased.

“I really do like this new body of yours. I got a new seat for whenever I sit and ride that sexy ass face.”

Erik burst into laughter. Hearing his laugh after his sobs and rough past month was refreshing and much needed. You missed his laugh.

“Shit, girl. But for real… let’s go look for help. But yo’ ass is gon’ be at every damn appointment. Don’t you dare leave me alone.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

Smiling, you nodded and hugged your man again, “obviously. In and out of the office. I don’t want bitches with skinny men wanting to touch you. This body mine.”

Erik smirked. “Shit, Y/N… I can’t walk up a flight of stairs but I can still fuck yo’ lil’ ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Really? Let’s see if it’s true,” you smirked, kissing him as deeply as you could. Your hands traveled his whole back and slowly made their way over to his ass. You gasped and stopped the kiss.

“Boy, turn around.”

“What? Why?” He asked you, thinking the worst. Thinking you changed your mind.

“You got more ass than me! What the fuck? Look at all this ass! Erik, holy shit!” You laughed, smacking and touching his cheeks.

Erik could only blush and laugh.

“Damn, I’mma miss this body. I know I said I love you no matter what, but I’mma miss this jiggle!” You smiled as you touched all of him.

Your husband only grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. He kissed you once more and held you close to him.

“Thanks, Y/N… I think I might not lose the weight after all… I mean, yeah I gotta get new clothes and shit but… it ain’t that bad if it gets you to touch me like that.” He told you, watching your smile grow.

“I stand by you. There’s a really good boutique on Instagram where I can order clothes for you! I just gotta figure out your size.” You replied, feeling another kiss be pressed on your cheek.

“Thank you, babygirl. Thank you for lovin’ me.” He almost whispered as you kept rubbing him down. “Of course. I’ll always love you. Especially when I’mma sleep even better. Ya’ chest is my new pillow.”

“I might have to lose weight then.” Erik said as you gasped and looked at him in disbelief and anger.

He laughed, “I’m just playin’. I’mma have to learn how to love myself like this now. But you gon’ be with me every step right?”

Nodding, you picked up the thrown clothes, got under the covers of your bed and had Erik’s arm wrapped around you while you searched for the boutique. Now, while having him give his opinions on his new clothes, you could only admire your husband.

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A/N: Feel free to let me know what you think! I might be writing some more “slice of life” kinda one-shots.

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[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

The Adored One (Complete)

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One | Giving You the Best | Warmth | What You Won't Do | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

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Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

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[paisholotus]

Meant To Be

Shuri x black reader

Summary: "I'll never leave you again, my love"

Warning Strong Language, Death, Smut.

Translations: Sthandwa(My Love) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" ( I Love You Too) Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam ( Take Me My Queen) Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam ( You're So Beautiful, My Queen) Shuri ukumkanikazi wam ( Shuri, my Queen) Yintoni eyenzekayo (what's going on) Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone ( there's something you need to see) Kwenzeke ntoni (what's happened) Umntu uhlambe elunxwemeni, uKumkanikazi wam ( someone washed up on the beach , my Queen) Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani? ( Do we know who?) Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam ( it is your wife) Umfazi wam ( My Queen) Ukumkanikazi wam omhle ( My beautiful Queen) Uyaphila ( he lives ) Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam (I missed you, my Queen) Usana lwam ihobe ( My baby dove)

Requested by: @purplecandyocean

A/N: This is inspired by the song Stay Ready & Love Scene by Jhene & Joe. This MF IS LONG! So I'm sorry in advance, but I hope y'all enjoy. 🩵

Narrative

Riri was helping Shuri with a new project, which apparently was to benefit the border tribe. The lab was deafeningly quiet. Riri has been in Wakanda on spring break for a month and will return home in two weeks.

 

She realizes Shuri is acting a little down today; she hasn't spoken anything to her all day. She hasn't pressed Shuri to say anything, but she is becoming concerned.

 

"You ok, bro?" Riri asked Shuri.

Shuri nodded and returned her gaze to the tools on the table. 

Riri nodded hesitantly and gazed down at Shuri's necklace. It was a necklace made of crystal. Riri noted that Shuri always wore it and had never seen her take it off. 

"What's that necklace? It's almost as if it's shining. Is it made of vibranium?" Riri asked Shuri.

Shuri smiled affectionately as she gazed down at the necklace. She squeezed it in her hand, observing the various hues reflecting off her hand. 

 

"Yeah, something like that." Shuri's voice drifted off. 

Riri interpreted this as Shuri's refusal to talk. Riri took the tools and went back to work. 

 

Shuri returned her attention to Riri, saying, "My wife made it for me." She said quietly.

 

Riri looked at Shuri with a surprised expression on her face.

 

"YOU WERE MARRIED!?" Riri screamed.

Shuri laughed at Riri's shocked face and nodded.

"How come you've never told me?" Riri asked Shuri.

 

Shuri frowned again, rubbing the crystal between her fingers. 

 

"It's difficult for me to talk about her. I could go on and on about my family, but Y/N....it just aches." She said, while holding tears in her eyes and looking at Riri.

 

Riri nodded and expressed regret for bringing it up. Shuri shook her head and stated that she was not bothered. 

 

"I apologize for being so distant today. Because it is my anniversary, I've been missing her even more." Shuri informed Riri.

Riri assured her they didn't have to discuss it any more if she didn't want to. 

 

"No, it's fine. "I'd like to tell you about her." She stated. 

 

"She made this necklace for me. I can communicate with her, and the glowing means she's safe. It will change colors based on her mood. When the blip occurred and everyone else came back, she didn't, including my brother and cousin. The necklace is now basically every color. But the glowing gives me hope that she's still alive." 

Riri's eyes welled up as she listened to Shuri. Shuri basically lost everyone she loved.

"Can you tell me some more stuff about her?" Riri asked. 

Shuri offered her a tearful smile as she glanced at her. 

"Of course." 

"She sounds amazing," Riri said, as Shuri finished telling her about Y/N. "I know, that's why I married her" Shuri proudly said, but her smile quickly faded. "I miss her," She said. Shuri didn't want to burden her problems and worries onto Riri, even though they were friends, talking about Y/N was dreadfully painful.

"Well, even though you can't communicate with her anymore, your necklace still glows. So maybe she'll come back one day. My grandmother used to say, life ain't nothing without faith. So you gotta continue to have faith that she'll come back, good things that are made for us always comes back." Riri told shuri softly grabbing on her hand.

Shuri gave Riri a small smile and quietly thanked her squeezing her hand back. Shuri dropped their hands and told Riri she'll finish the project tomorrow. She told Riri to shut down the lab for her, she was going to call it a night.

As shuri walks down the palace halls, heading to her room, it gets quieter, she thought of the happy days. The day Shuri and Y/N got married. It was in secret, Shuri proposed to Y/N on the beach, it was absolutely beautiful. Shuri was the oldest 16 and Y/N 15. Their marriage was in secret because both of their parents would not of approve of them marrying so young, but their love was strong and Shuri knew she would never want to be with anyone else.

Shuri walked into her room, walking straight into the bathroom to do her nightly hygiene routine. After she was done, she lotioned up and put on her pajamas. She honestly felt mentally tired. She was sick of coming to an empty room night after night. She looked towards her closet and walked in, walking all the way to the back, were Y/N's clothes in boxes.

She opened the box and pulled out one Y/N's shirts, bringing it out of the closet, and walked towards her dresser which held all of Y/N's favorite perfumes. She sprayed the perfume on the shirt and held it up to her nose. She smiled softly at the smelled, the thought of getting rid of your belongings has never and will never cross her mind, this is all she has left of Y/N.

Shuri turns off the lights and gets into bed. She places the shirt over one of the pillows, and hugs it, taking in the scent. Oh, how she wishes Y/N would come back to her. She wishes her whole family back. Of course she has Nakia, her nephew, Okoye, and now Riri.

But, it wasn't the same. She lost everyone. Shuri clutched the pillow tighter as she silently cried herself to sleep.

 

-Time Skip-

Okoye dashed through the corridors of the palace, heading toward Shuri's room.

"Shuri! ukumkanikazi wam!" With tears in her eyes, she let out a cry and pushed open her doors.

 

Startled out of sleep, Shuri gazed at Okoye with a worried expression on her face.

"Yintoni eyenzekayo?" She asked Okoye.

"Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone." She says. 

With the Dora Milaje after them, Okoye and Shuri dashed through the palace's halls and out the palace.

Shuri turned on her suit and dashed over to the scene. The shore. 

Though that was not the case, Shuri mistook it for Namor returning.

 

"Kwenzeke ntoni?" Shuri asked, as Okoye stopped her from walking on the beach.

"Umntu othile wahlamba elunxwemeni." Okoye said, lowly.

Shuri nodded and moved aside only for Okoye to move back in front of her.

Shuri showed her face deactivating her suit, looking at the General suspiciously. "Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani?" Shuri asked her.

Okoye opened her mouth but nothing came out, she continued to take uneven breaths looking at Shuri who was losing patience.

Shuri took a good look at the General. Her cheeks was wet and her eyes were red. 'Has she been crying?' Shuri thought. Shuri tried to move around the General but Okoye moved in front of her once again.

"Okoye, you tell me what's going on, right now!" Shuri demanded staring the General in the eyes.

"We know who it is. Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam." Okoye said, slowly her eye's tearing up.

Shuri ran past Okoye instinctively. She was running down the beach like a crazy person when she noticed Ayo and Aneka trying to revive Y/N, who was unconscious on the damp sand. 

 

Shuri slid into the sand close to Y/N's body, placing Y/N's head on her lap. 

 

"LOVE, PLEASE GET UP! DON'T DO THIS!" Shuri begged Y/N. She gazed at the bright red kimoyo beads on your breast, which indicated that it couldn't detect Y/N's pulse. 

 

Shuri removed her necklace and noticed that it had stopped glowing. 

 

 "HAYI! NCEDA UNGAYENZI LE NTO, MNTWANA! BUYELA KUM! ANDINAKUPHULUKANA NAWE!" Shuri screamed. Her hot tears fell on Y/N's face. 

 

The kimoyo beads then became green, prompting Y/N to cough up the water.  

 

Shuri quickly turned Y/N over to her side as she violently coughed up the water. When Y/N finally coughed up the water, Shuri turned her on her back again, pulled her up to her chest, and clutched onto her. 

 

Shuri cried into the side of Y/N's neck, thanking Bast for giving you back to her. Shuri moved her head from Y/N's neck and leaned down, pressing a small kiss to her lips. 

 

"My Queen, maybe we should take her back to the palace so she can get looked at." Okoye said. 

 

Shuri nodded and picked up Y/N, carrying her bridal style back to the palace.

-Time Skip-

Shuri observed Y/N, who was still unconscious, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing back the dark curls in her eyes. 

 

Shuri couldn't believe she was looking at her wife like this. She was still alive and well. Shuri hadn't seen Y/N in two years, and she was experiencing overwhelming emotions right now.

 

Shuri turned to gaze at Okoye, who was walking over from talking with Ayo. 

 

"How did this happen?" Shuri asked.

 

"A couple said that they saw Y/N wash up on the beach but didn't know who exactly she was until they got people to inform the Dora." She said quietly.

 

"When I got there and I got a good look at her, I knew then that was Y/N." She said, while looking down at Y/N and smiling. 

 

When Shuri turned her head and saw Riri stroll into the room in her pajamas, the moment came to a halt. 

 

"What in the hell is going on? I heard yelling and a lot of running. Did something happen?" She asked, concernedly approaching Shuri.

 

Shuri returned her gaze to her wife with a sweet smile. 

 

"Who's That?" Riri asked. 

 

Shuri returned Riri's gaze with tears in her eyes.

 

"This...is Y/N. Umfazi wam." She remarked, happily beaming. 

 

Riri raised her head at Shuri before returning her gaze to Y/N.

 

'This is her?' Riri pondered. 

"She's beautiful." Riri said.

 

Shuri glanced triumphantly at Y/N and Riri, stating, "Yes, she is. Ukumkanikazi wam omhle." 

 

"AYE!" Everyone turned their heads, and what they saw made their hearts drop. 

 

"Does someone want to fucking tell me why T and I just came out of the fucking ocean?!" 

 

Shuri audibly gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth. 

"N'Jadaka......brother." 

 

Okoye smiled as she stared at T'challa through tears. "Uyaphila." She stated proudly. 

 

Shuri dashed over to Erik and T'challa, wrapping her arms around them both and sobbing.

 

T'challa and Erik clung to Shuri as they sank to the ground. She wailed, clutching them even tighter, as if they might vanish again. 

 

They held onto Shuri while she cried till she couldn't anymore, and the only thing that came out were her hiccups. 

 

T'challa and Erik stepped back to get a better look at Shuri. T'challa had expressed her desire to cut her hair while smiling at her with tears in his eyes. While Erik stated that it suited her.

 

T'challa gazed around, noticing the Dora, Okoye, Y/N on the medical bed, and Riri, whom he didn't know. But who he didn't see was his mother.

 

T'challa returned his gaze to Shuri and asked where their mother was.

 

Shuri's lips quivered as more tears streamed down her cheeks. She started telling them everything. Everything down to the smallest detail. When she returned from the blip, the three of them didn't. 

 

She told them about Namor and what transpired in America, as well as her attempt to bring Riri to Wakanda and her capture by the Talokan. She told them of their mother's death and that M'baku is now King of Wakanda, and she is Queen and Black Panther. 

 

She told them everything that had transpired up until tonight. 

 

T'challa and Erik couldn't find the words to say when she finished. They were experiencing too many emotions at the same time. 

Erik had lost his aunt, and T'challa had lost his mother. M'baku reigns as King on the Thrown. And Shuri T'Challa's younger sister, Queen and Black Panther, has grown up. 

In the last two years, their country has experienced both triumph and tragedy. Erik and T'challa couldn't help but cry as they clutched Shuri. 

T'challa and Erik did express their admiration for Shuri's ability to handle things so well. Shuri thanked her brother and cousin with a warm grin. 

That is everything she has ever desired to hear. 

  -Time Skip-

"Oh my god, Shuri!" Y/N squealed, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts her off the ground and twirls her around, cradling Y/N's body in her embrace as she walks down the palace halls. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on Y/N's cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from her. “Shuri, put me down!,” she manage to utter amidst Shuri's genuine laughter, even though her pleads for her to let her go.

“Not a chance, nkoszana. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?” she tells her sincerely placing her gently back on the ground. Y/N looked shuri in her eye's with love and admiration. After Shuri told Y/N what had happened, she was heartbroken that Shuri had to go through all that. And she felt even more guilty about what happened to Queen Mother. Because maybe if she was there Ramonda would be alive, but Shuri assured her that it wasn't her fault, what happened was out of their control.

Shuri kissed Y/N, trapping her between their bedroom door as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on Y/N's neck. Y/N's hand made its way to the back of Shuri's head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses, making a moan come from her lips. Shuri's hands creep down Y/N's body, caressing her curves before her fingers slowly find their way between her legs again, causing Y/N's knees to buckle for a split second, from not being touched in so long.

Shuri was delicate in removing Y/N's clothes from her body, allowing her clothes to fall down to her ankles. Her slender fingers graced the sides of her panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged Y/N's hips and ripping them, causing a shiver to go down her spine.

"All I want to do right now is love her down (Ooh)

I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Ooh...)

We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up (Yeah)

Together we'll get lost inside the love"

“Mmm... I smell how wet you are, Sthandwa.” Shuri pressed into Y/N's clit once more, pushing loving circles into her before she made her way down to her clenching hole. Y/N felt drenched, desperate for her wife's touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, shuri was going to please her wife tonight. She's going to make up for the two years she's lost with her love.

"Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin

And replay each moment again and again and again"

She traced her fingers over your Y/N's entrance, feeling the way her pussy chased after her in desperation of release. The relentless teasing Shuri subjected Y/N to was unbearable, driving her to the edge of exhaustion as Y/N's impatience mounted, begging Shuri to put an end to it.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off till you get enough

(Whoa... whoa... whoa... whoa...)

Anyway that you like, it's okay, come and get my love

(Whoa... oh... ho... ho... yea...)"

Y/N yearned, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and Shuri desired her wife just as much as she did. For a moment, Shuri got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way Y/N's slick glistened her inner thighs, doing all this as Shuri unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her Necklace glowing, and her Panther Grillz glistening against her ebony skin. Shuri was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened Y/N's arousal, her core pulsing beneath Shuri's gaze.

"All I want to do right now is love her down (Love her down)

I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Hears a sound)

We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up

(Ooh... ooh...)

Together we'll get lost inside the love (Oh, yeah)"

Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on her knees before motioning Y/N to lay on her back and she obliges, spreading her legs, her arms cuffing under her legs. Shuri's fingers lingered above Y/N's clit, grazing them along her folds.

"Let's make a love scene (Make a love scene), steamy and

Blue (Ooh)

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene (We'll make a love scene)

Let the foreplay begin (Oh... ho...)

And replay each moment (Mmm) again and again and again

Ooh, I'm gonna keep lovin', I'm gonna keep lovin' you baby

(When the curtain drops) Oh

We won't stop (We won't stop), we won't stop"

Shuri wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through Y/N's folds, Shuri's digits getting lost in her thick, swollen pussy as Y/N feels the coolness of Shuri's rings up against her. She occasionally brushes over Y/N's clit causing her flinch every time, still sensitive from Shuri's lingering touch.

"Baby lyin' on the bed

Exotic fantasies goin' through her head

She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes

(Take four) Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay

The sex is even better when she's feeling that way"

"Are you going to be a good wife, and let me pleasure you?" Shuri asked, in a sultry tone.

Shuri's words make pounding of Y/N's core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Shuri licked a long stripe up her entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from Y/N as she licked her lips at the taste.

"Tell me what you want, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, kissing her clit.

"Ndithabathe ukumkanikazi wam." Y/N moaned out, pressing Shuri's head closer to her entrance.

That’s all Shuri needed to hear. She lowered her head to the heaven between Y/N's thighs. She swirls her tongue around her clit, moaning as she sucks gently.

"Umhle kakhulu, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri whispered, lapping Y/N's juices as she clenched around Shuri's tongue, feeling her climax approaching.

“Bast!” Y/N cried out, throwing her head back with eyes glued shut.

Any attempt at hiding Y/N's need for Shuri was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.

“Shuri-yam,” Y/N whined, Shuri's name dragging over her lips.

“Yes, my darling?” Shuri mutters, kitten-kissing Y/N's clit. “P-Please, k-keep going.” Y/N begged.

“Fuck! Right there, mama. Don't stop....A-almost there!” Y/N utter, releasing her grip on the sheets and replacing her grasp onto Shuri’s dark curls.

Shuri's name continued to vibrate off the walls when Y/N's release erupted through her vessel, her body shaking as she rode it out.

The queen lapped up Y/N's essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from her center as she moaned at the taste. "You did such a good job, my Queen." Shuri praised, leaning up to kiss Y/N's lips, so she could taste herself.

Y/N reaches her hand out to her Queen, "your turn. Let me taste you, Panther-yam."

Shuri straddles Y/N's stomach, moving her wet core back and forth.

Y/N's hand grazes through Shuri's slick folds as Y/ N's mouth waters at the thought of tasting her mama, "My face. Sit on your throne, my Queen." Y/ N insisted.

"Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri moaned, out softly.

Y/N doesn't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within her mouth's reach before going to town. Y/N start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on her tongue as she possibly can, moaning at Shuri's taste, "You taste so good, Mama." Y/N raised her other hand up and parting Shuri's folds to wrap her lips around her clit and suck.

"Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup

If you drink from my fountain of love (Oh, ho)

Girl I'm down to take a sip from your cup (From your cup)

If you drink from my fountain of love

'69 was a very good year (Do you remember, girl)

If you know what I mean, my dear (Ooh, baby)

'69 was a very good year (I could remember)

If you know what I mean, my dear (Let's do it over and

Over again)"

Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Bast! Yes, don't stop! Ndiyakuthanda." Moaned loudly, looking down at Y/N

"Let's make a love scene (Let's make a love scene)

Steamy and blue (Let's do it on the floor)

Erotic memories for an audience of two

And we'll make a love scene (Alright)"

"Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" Y/N responded, spitting onto Shuri’s clit. Making Shuri scream Y/N's name.

 -Time Skip-

 "We do not exist in

Any other instant"

“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Shuri's voice held Sincerity.

Shuri laid on Y/N's chest looking up in her eyes.

"Nothing, I just can't believe everything that has happened in the last two years." Y/N said, looking up at the ceiling.

Shuri turns over, sitting up on her elbows, looking down into Y/N's eyes.

"Sthandwa-Sam. I know you blame yourself, and I'm telling you not too. What happened, what I've been through was not something you could have fixed." Shuri said, pressing her forehead against Y/N's.

"Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

Y/N's eyes watered as she began to cry a little. "Yeah, but you had to do it all alone. I mean yeah you had Nakia and Okoye. But you've waited two whole for me. If didn't come back I would've wanted you to move on. Find someone other than me to make you happy."

"If you just give me 24

Man, all I need is 24 hours

I promise you'll want plenty more

You'll probably be with it forever

So how does it sound, us on the ground

Giving you my love?"

“Ssshhh, Usana lwam ihobe. I was never alone I carried you with me everywhere I went. Prayed to Bast every day that you would come back to me, never giving up hope or faith. And look what happened, you came back to me. On our anniversary at that." She said, smiling down at Y/N. Making her cry even harder.

"Come to me

Come, come to me

what you've done to me

You put a gun to me

Then you brought the sun to me"

"And as for moving on. That's something I could never in my days do. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you."

"Shine like blood diamonds

Learning to have patience only 'cause you are timeless

The universe energy doesn't lie

And this chemistry is infinity at a million times

I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power

And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours"

“You reminded me everyday of what it is to be happy. And I want nothing more than to spend the end my days, waking up to your perfect face every morning. I loved you every second of my life, and that's never going to change." Shuri finished tears sliding down her cheeks.

"There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

You gotta stay ready

There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

That's why I stay ready"

"I love you Shuri." Y/N said, kissing Shuri's lips.

"We do not exist in

Any other instant

Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

"I love you more, Sthandwa."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

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Talk To Me

T’challa x  Reader x Erik 

1-2(coming soon)

Description:

Life has been kicking you in the ass, lately. You found yourself getting more hopeless by the day. You wanted to be isolated from everyone in your life, but Erik and T’challa will be damned if you try to do so. 

TW//: reader smokes, mention of depression, angst

You were sitting outside your apartment, smoking another cigarette. It was one of your bad habits, your mother would say. Given that your family was traditional and all, your grandmother wasn’t too pleased either to find that you hadn’t found a husband yet.

“Why haven’t you been home, hm?” She’d ask with a stern voice.

You were young, though. Fresh out of college, into the world of corporate. It was nice but somehow overwhelming. New expectations, new characters, all sorts of people that you had to meet. At first glance, you looked to be stressed. Though you were, you tried not to let it overtake your entire life.

You didn’t like the thought of having to get married. Your family had reminded you since you left for college, threatening you with an arranged marriage. You were a princess, lived another hidden country next to Wakanda. Did anyone outside of those two countries need to know? Absolutely not.

You escaped your duties by going to MIT, majoring in computational law. You’ve always been an academically well-rounded person, so you made the most out of college with ease. It felt so good walking around a place where nobody recognized you or tried to be a kiss-ass.

You met lots of characters during your time, though.

Erik Stevens. Tall, handsome, intelligent he fit all the checkboxes. He had this habit of being a bit of an asshole but also one of the kindest people you knew there. A part of you missed him. But the past, was indeed in the past.

“Grandma, I told you I’m fine out here in the states. I don’t need to come back home.” You’d tell her.

“Oh yes you do, (Y/n). Do you know how long he’s been anticipating your return? What am I to tell him, ‘I’m sorry my king, she doesn’t want to marry you anymore’?.”

“Screw this,” You hung up the phone. You weren’t trying to be rude by hanging up, you just needed some space from your mother. No suitors, no crowns, and most certainly no press. You took another drag out of your cigarette. You knew they’d be on your ass after that heated phone-call.

It was certainly no surprise that you got your ass dragged back home. Your parents had their little spies watching you since the day you left for college. When you saw your parents, you ignored their greetings as the guards let you enter.

--

You had taken a nap, feeling overwhelmed of what happened. You felt a presence. He softly played with your coils making you recognize him. Your eyes fluttered open, revealing not only your bestfriend but future husband. He had matured, no longer that young dorky kid you knew long ago.

“You left without saying goodbye.” You could feel the hurt in his voice.

You sat up from the bed, shrugging your shoulders. Not feeling an ounce of regret. “I needed to go to college.”

He narrowed his now cold eyes at you. “You could’ve told me, at least. Can you even fathom how hurt I was when I found out that my future Queen, my bestfriend, my soulmate, left me to never come back for another 2 years?”

You got up from the bed, not wanting to hear anymore of his supposed nonsense. You could care less for this bastard. “Cry me a river, T’challa.”

T’challa sighed, trying to contain himself. “(Y/n). Your mother told me about your depression. You should’ve come to me, I would’ve helped you.”

You were getting annoyed by his intrusive questions.

“I don’t want you or your fucking help. Get out!” You chucked a glass of water at the wall. This was not the way to treat your king, his eyes shooting daggers into your back made it known as he saw himself out. You cleaned up the mess yourself, not wanting to create more work for the maids. 

T’challa felt a surge of determination as he changed into his black panther suit. If you weren’t going to reciprocate his love, he’d have no problem forcing you to. He just wants to take care of you, can’t you see? You were his future Queen, after all.

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Started: 01/2/2021

Last Updated: 08/13/2021

Note: I am black, and all my fics are inclusive of that. Please REBLOG and enjoy!

UPDATE: If you’re gonna go down my master list, spam like my fics, or just like the masterlist itself at least reblog a couple of my fics on your way out. This was supposed to be a tool to make seeing my fics easier, and burying them in likes and no reblogs is a jerk move. Don’t be a jerk. Thank you!

Marvel

Avengers

Sam Wilson

Easy

Here To Stay

Rock Steady

Steve Rogers

Study Time Delights

Owed (Part 1, Part 2)

Safety Net

Bucky Barnes 

Worthy Of Admiration

New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Long Time Coming

Erik Killmonger

Wildest Dreams

Loki Laufeyson

Legacy

Shang-Chi

Without Question

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr 

Like No Other

Phantom Love

Logan Howlett

Finest

TVD/TO

TO

Klaus Mikaelson 

The Witch Who Won’t (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

DC

Barry Allen

New Light

On My Block

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Old Ties

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[killmongerskeeper]

At What Cost // Erik Stevens

A/N: LONG OVERDUE. But I’m currently recovering from surgery so I got nothing else to do but get past writer’s block.

Pairing: Erik Stevens x POC Reader

Warning: None

Y/N POV

This is it. I stood in wait as T'Challa took down one of the gunships taking off. My head began to race as I knew this could mean the end. But for whom? T'Challa? Erik? Our relationship? The self proclaimed king rushed to the scene with the Dora milaje and Border tribe by his side. 

"He will answer to his actions Y/N." Nakia spoke through the earpiece. 

"When we win this. Erik is going about everything the wrong way. T'Challa has to fight him to reclaim the throne. I just hope they both come out of this alive." I spoke with uncertainty but kept my composure. Deep down, I was scared as hell. Everything is on the line here. Wakanda's future. My future.

"N'Jadaka!" The king's voice broke me from my thoughts and I looked up in time to see we were moving forward.

"Whats up!?" 

"I never yielded! And as you can see I am not dead!", T'Challa shouted back with a smile. He moved next to me in a comforting manner as he probably knows what's going through my head. Erik scanned the crowd before his eyes landed on me. I stood tall as he scoffed.

"So this is what we doin now? Defying the king?", Erik questioned and I frowned.

"This is not the right way to go about this. You know that.", I replied.

"What better way than to fight back the oppression of my people. Come on Y/N. Take your place by my side as queen of Wakanda.", he said and I sighed. "You don't need to be a king for me to stay by your side Erik."

His eyes softened before T'Challa nodded his head. "We can still work through this."

"Nah, fuck that. But Y/N, we'll talk."

"Later." I replied with a grin but kept my look of defiance. It was only a matter of time before W'Kabi and his tribe made the first move to fight for their king. Watching the Dora milaje split up to join the fight, I pulled my dagger with a small sigh. 

"This is gonna end well." I dashed into the crowd and began fighting my way towards Erik. Before I could make it across the field I had to fight off a few of W'Kabi's tribe. Meanwhile the dora milaje began to fight against Erik. I quickly maneuvered around the battle but stopped in my tracks when T'Challa was in trouble. Rushing over I pulled the back of W'Kabi's shirt and threw a punch to his jaw before sending a kick to his chest.

"T'Challa, are you alright?", I asked and he stood up with a groan.

"Thank you Y/N." I gave a small nod before scanning for an opening to Erik. 

"I have to get to him." I stated, running off before he could stop me. "Wait! Y/N!" I climbed up the platform in time to see him push the dora milaje into the battle below with his energy. 

"Erik!" I shouted and he turned to me while his mask came off. He slowly advanced towards me and I couldn't help but feel fear run up my spine. I couldn't back down now. 

"You made your choice yet?" He questioned and I frowned as I readied my weapon before rushing him. He blocked each one of my attacks doing his best not to hit back.

"Why are you holding back?" I questioned before he grabbed my wrist. His grip was tight as he pulled me close to him. "Because you out of everyone should know how rough I can get." I looked up at him as a smirk played on his lips and averted my eyes. He quickly disarmed me in one swift movement and I shook my head. I brought my other hand up pushing him away as I tried to put some distance between us. I backed away trying to think of something to do, anything. 

His every step was matched with my own until I felt a wall behind me, keeping me from going any further. "What's wrong Y/N? Scared of the big bad wolf?"

"It's not fear I feel. This isn't the right way to do this Erik. And you know it.", he moved closer, ignoring my words, while pushing up against me. I had nowhere to run.

"And what is the right way to do this? Hm? Sitting and waiting until something gets done? Nah. That's not how we do things around here anymore. Last time they waited, my father was killed." He said while bringing his hands up to my waist. "Come be my queen baby. Stand by my side."

"I already told you Erik. You don't need to be a king for me to stand by your side. I told you when we first got together that I wasn't going anywhere. I meant that. Please Erik, stop this." I mumbled as I brought my hands to his face. He looked as if he was thinking over my words as concern washed over his features. Before he could say anything, Shuri hit him with one of her energy blasts from her weapons. He turned with a grin, letting go of me as he approached her. She had the upper hand for a while but he quickly overpowered her.

"Sup princess." 

"You'll never be a true king." He brought his sword up for the final blow and I started to run towards them. Before I could reach the two T'Challa tackled Erik down into the tracks below. "Shuri!" I ran to her helping her up and she smiled at me.

"I tried. I really-"

"It's okay Y/N. You didn't create this monster. Wakanda did." The two of us watched as they fought along the trails. I turned to look at the battle still raging behind us in time to see that W'Kabi and the border tribe have all surrendered. 

"Shuri I-"

"Go. There's still time." She said with a smile and I ran through the building to get to the elevator. I couldn't see the two of them fighting anymore so I had to move faster. I got to the panther cave entrance to see them watching the sunset.

No One POV

"It's beautiful." 

"We can still heal you." T'Challa stated whilst looking at the dagger embedded in his cousin's chest.

"Why? So you can just lock me up? Nah. Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors that jumped from the ships. Cause they knew death was better than bondage." Erik moved to pull the dagger out when T'Challa caught sight of Y/N.

Grabbing his cousin's wrist, he stopped him and shook his head. 

"So you would rather die? And leave Y/N alone. She loves you N'Jadaka. Regardless of your mistakes. I'm sure she would want you to live your life.", T'Challa explained and Erik looked back at Y/N as she stood there watching the two. As much as Erik hated what his people endured, he could bear the thought of leaving this woman behind. She'd done so much for him. He slowly let go of the dagger and brought a hand up, to reach out for her. Without a second thought Y/N rushed to his side letting him rest his head on her chest.

*Two weeks later* 

Y/N POV

I couldn't help the grin on my face as Erik walked to Rhino to the lake to drink. I'd been standing here for a minute just watching him. T'Challa convinced the council to allow Erik to move around freely in Wakanda as long as he was supervised. He was able to stay with me in a small house not to far from the palace.

"Hey sexy!" I shouted and he turned to look at me with a smile.

"Sup baby girl." I approached him slowly with a shrug of my shoulders. 

"Just coming out to enjoy some fresh air." I replied as I reached up to greet the rhino.

"Let me ask you something. You wanna go back home? To Oakland? I won't keep you here. Nah, I'm payin for my own sins. The shit I caused. It ain't fair to keep you tied down to Wakanda if you don't wanna be." I took a minute to process what he said to me and let out a sigh.

Moving in front of him I caressed his face with a soft smile. "You are not keeping me here. It's my choice to stay here. With you. It's not that bad. We can still have a family here, in Wakanda." Reaching for his hand I planted his palm over my stomach and realization crossed his features.

"We have a family in Wakanda." He crashed his lips into mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We stood that way for a minute before he pulled away.

"You owe me $50 if it's a boy."

"Oh okay, That's how you want to play it, you owe me $100 if it's a girl.", I replied and he hugged my body close to his once more.

"Deal."

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[shaekingshitup]

QUARANTINE WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

Here’s a place to find all of the fics for those who participated in the 2020 Quarantine Writing Challenge, hosted by myself and  @chaneajoyyy​. ‘Twas a 2 week Writing Challenge prompted by these illustrations ! It was created to have a fun time which got the creative juices flowing across the fandoms. I want to make sure y’all get to enjoy all of the good stuff that these writers are putting out! Stay tuned for more & consider joining with your own story! If you have questions, hit up me & @chaneajoyyy​

Illustrator: @illustration315​

Here’s her instagram & the link to her Patreon is in the bio! 

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Late  Night Cuddles by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

Two Rays of Sunshine by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

The Chaotic Duo by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

Love at the Soda Pop Shop by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

Quarantine Cut by @night-of-the-living-shred

Don’t Explain by @muse-of-mbaku

Thesis Paper (80s College! AU) by @non-stop-imagines

Up Late by @blackmissfrizzle

Just Hold Me by @munteanhorewrites

Brown Skin Girl by @songficsbyrissi

Your Love by @songficsbyrissi

Bad Religion by @songficsbyrissi

Earn It by @youcantkillamutant

Just a Quick Little Drabble by @hibiscuswrites

Empty Bus Seats by @hearteyes-for-killmonger

Bated Breath by @dc41896

Blood Child by @uzumaki-rebellion

Backstage Love by @dangerouslovefanfic

Everything I Miss At Home by @thadelightfulone

Keep Me in Mind by @thadelightfulone

Molasses by @michaelbwriting

Untitled by @brittyevans 

Untitled by @lady-love-and-glitter-roses

Poetic Justice by @dreamingofmilk​

Overworked by @devnicolee​

When in Love | Tis the Season Epilogue by @teakturn​ maybe check out ‘Tis The Season for a little more context here on Ao3!

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Isiah by @marvelmaree​

Make it Right by @spookys-girl​

Princess by @stripper-patrick​

What’s Cookin’, Good Looking? by @bakarilennox​

Peaches by @akimi-youngblood​

Feelings by @marvelouss-marvel​

You Know I Love You III by @shewritestheblues​ make sure you peep parts one and two first!

Chaotic Solitude by @brwnsugababe​

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She’s Mine Part 1 by @sarcastic-sunshines​

Summertime Magic by @halcyonscry​

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You Scared? by @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers​

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Last Updated 2020-08-02

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[lady-olive-oil]

So lemme introduce to y’all, Heimdall and his family. Ready? Yes the kids are Egyptian deities, they get it from their mother. They have ties to both Asgardian and Egyptian mythology. They often travel back and forth to Duat, it’s kinda like Olympus, and Atlanta. They rarely go to New York sewing as though the compound is there. Nefe is best friends with Khadijah, Nick Fury’s daughter (that story is in the works too) This is all for my M’Baku x Nefe story, that I am redoing.

L to R:

Heimdall (Idris Elba)

Wife: Rahsida “Anuket” (Gina Torres)

Only son: Isaiah “Osiris” (Broderick Hunter)

1st daughter: Nefertiti “Serket” (Amara La Negra)

2nd daughter: Aaliyah “Isis” (Shantania Beckford)

3rd daughter: Melandra “Sekhmet” (Aja Naomi King)

4th daughter: Nailah “Hathor” (Sandra Lambeck)

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[raynnawrites]

Comfort

Warnings: +21

Synopsis: Erik needs some help after a tough breakup.

“Erik, what the fuck?” You asked him as he opened his apartment’s door, seeing how unkept and rough he looked now. A man who took care of himself better than most, now looked almost homeless.

His locs were matted and his beard was patchy and long. His eyes were red and sunken, as well. Erik looked like a completely different person, which was completely new to you.

He remained quiet as he silently allowed you to come inside his apartment. It was messy, but not completely dirty. Bottles of whiskeys and vodkas were overflowing his kitchen’s trash can and empty beer cans were scattered over his marble counters. Erik wasn’t one to drink beer.

Shoes and small pieces of clothing were also scattered around. Even his favorite hoodie was dirty and wrinkled on a chair. You looked behind you to face the sad man. Slowly walking back to him, you saw his head lift and sad eyes face you.

“Erik… what happened to you?” You asked, worried and reaching to grab his hand. Erik took a step back and shook his head.

“Nothing. It’s cool.” He obviously lied. Tears were beginning to run down his cheeks, making your own begin to blur your vision. Erik was obviously depressed. Just like he had been when he returned from Wakanda two years back.

“Hell nah it ain’t “cool”. Erik, what the fuck happened? What got you like this?” You asked again, only this time, you got a hold on his wrist. He looked away from you. His shoulders shook slightly.

With his wrist still in your hand, you forced him to look at you. You faced a crying Erik. You couldn’t help but to shed your own tears. You wanted to cry along with him. But your best friend needed you. Clearing your throat, you wiped your own tears away and held his hand.

“Erik, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me. But we cleanin’ up. This ain’t you. Come on, I’ll get some bags, you get the beer cans.” You told him, walking with him towards the kitchen. He walked to his counters and sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes with the sleeves on his stained hoodie. Opening a new trash bag, you heard his sniffles.

You walked next to him.

“Come on, E. You got it, we’ve done this shit before. Remember the parties we used to have? The cleaning up part? It’s just like that…” you tried to tell him. He simply nodded and began to slowly pick up the cans and put them into the trash bag. Once you made sure he could do it on his own, you began to clean up the bottles on the floor.

When you went to close the bag, Erik was suddenly next to you.

“Let me…” he whispered in a groggy, raspy voice. You nodded and gave him the bag. As he took out the bags, you were quick to gather the dirty clothes and put them in the washer.

You grabbed your phone and began to book appointments.

When Erik came back inside, he noticed you drying the counter. He walked over to you, slowly.

“Go and shower or we gon’ be late.” You told him, seeing him look at you again.

“I booked you two appointments, hair and nails. Get in the shower. Or do you want me to go in and shower you?”

Erik only shook his head and did as told.

Now in your car with a clean Erik, you noticed he still had red eyes and that sad look on his face. You might have to take it slow, but you were going to find out who did this.

You arrived at the hair salon and got greeted by an old friend of yours.

“What’s good, babygirl!”

“Tatiana! Girl, this is your domain. Save his hair.” You spoke as she took a good look at Erik’s matted hair. She scoffed, “I’ve seen worse. Get on the chair.”

It took Tatiana and her team 4 hours to completely detoxify, wash, cut and retwist Erik’s locs. But she managed to save his hair. A barber had also taken care of Erik’s beard, as well as his eyebrows. He looked brand new.

“Holy shit… T, he looks hot again!” You praised as you marveled at Erik’s hair and beard. You could see the smallest smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled, and you continued to smile and praise her work.

“You’re a fucking goddess. I just sent you the money and your tip.” You spoke as you grabbed Erik’s wrist and began to walk out.

Once in your car, driving to his nail appointment, you noticed he kept checking his hair on your mirror.

“How do you feel? You like it?” You asked, trying not to keep looking at him. He kept checking himself out.

“Yeah… I feel better…” he replied, making your heart leap. As you arrived at the nail salon, you went ahead and took a seat next to Erik. You were both getting manicures and pedicures. You left 2 hours later, you admired your new set of acrylics. His nails got filed, cleaned and a clear coat of acrylic as well.

Getting back into his apartment, he noticed everything was cleaner than before. The smell of mint and other oils filled his nostrils. The floor was shining, it was spotless.

“Did you do this..?” He asked you, pointing to his floors. You smirked and nodded.

“I got a lil’ team of housekeepers to help clean up. Everything is spotless and everything is back in its place so no, they weren’t some ghetto team, they were professionals.” You replied happily as he walked to his living room.

He did feel better. Erik felt like new, like if a massive weight was taken off of his shoulders. He could breathe again. He could only stare at you and his apartment, speechless.

You sat next to him, watching him take in his makeover.

“Y/N,” he suddenly began, “thank you… I-” he whispered, feeling his eyes begin to sting. Tears began to run down his cheeks again. Only this time, you wiped them away.

“Any time. But don’t cry… you gon’ get puffy again.” You cooed, seeing him chuckle.

“You asked me what happened… I… I broke up with her…” he finally admitted as he sighed. Your eyes widened. “What?! Erik, somethin’ else besides breaking up happened. You never get depressed over breakups. Never!”

Erik took a deep breath.

“I opened myself up to her. I let my guard down, thinkin’ she loved me like I tried to love her. She just laughed and left. I was a fucking idiot to think that I could just open myself up like that…” he explained as you grabbed his hand.

Rage and frustration filled your chest as Erik continued to tell you about his experience.

“What in the actual fuck?! And you didn’t say anything?! Erik!” You almost yelled as he nodded. “I know. Like I said… I was stupid.” He replied, his voice becoming thick.

“What? No! No, no you weren’t stupid. But she’s a whack-ass hoe for doin’ that to you! I saw how you treated her and she just ignored you and left you like that?! Hell nah!”

Erik only gently squeezed your hand. Wiping his eyes, simply gave your hand another squeeze.

“Forget about her, Y/N… she’s gone. Fuck it.” He told you.

“No! Erik, she treated you like shit and you want me to just let that go?”

“Yes. I just wanna forget her.”

You stayed quiet as Erik only held your hand and looked out his living room’s window. You raised a brow, moving closer to him.

“Maybe I could help…” you offered, voice low.

Erik turned to look at you and gave a sad smile. “I think you’ve been the only one to actually care and help me.”, he spoke, making eye contact now. You smiled.

Grabbing his face, you pressed your lips against his. Erik widened his eyes, surprised, but didn’t pull away. After his initial shock had worn out, he returned the kiss, deepening it.

He grabbed your waist and helped you get on his lap with both of your legs wrapped around him. His arms kept you close to his body. One of your hands on his chest and the other cupping his cheek.

When you pulled away, you were both left panting messes, wrapped in each other. Erik only smirked, “damn.”

You chuckled and began to dismount him. Erik knit his brows and looked at you, confused. With a smirk, you knelt in front of him and pulled at his waistband. “Want me to undress you too?”

Smirking, he nodded and watched as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his half hard length out. Kissing the tip, you felt Erik’s legs jump. “Don’t worry, you won’t be able to think about her after I’m done with you…” you teased as you saw him widen his legs and his eyes.

“Be my guest, babygirl… lemme see what that mouth do.” He purred, rubbing your scalp. A mischievous grin spread across your face.

Reaching down to your pocket, you pulled out your scrunchie and put your curls in a bun. Erik only smirked with anticipation as you got back to work.

“Ah shit.”

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A/N: Writers block is a bitch, isn’t it?🥲

#black panther #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x poc #raynnawrites #erik killmonger x reader

[brokensunflowersworld]

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DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THESE ARE MY WORKS! I JUST REBLOG AS RECOMMENDED STORIES

thank you and enjoy!

t’challa

erik kilmonger

#black panther #tchalla #Erik Killmonger #dadmonger #mbj #black!reader #poc reader #poc #mbaku x reader #mbaku

[paisholotus]

Lovely

Erik Steven's (Killmonger) x black fem reader

Summary: Erik takes his wife out on their anniversary.

Warnings: Strong Language, Drinking & Smut.

Translations: Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana ( Tell Me What You Want, Baby?) Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana? ( You Gon Let Me Taste You, Baby?) Uhlala undiqinisa, mama ( You Always Tight For Me, Mama) Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho ( Come Here, And Get On Your Knees.) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( I Love You, Too)

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: this is inspired by the Songs Lovely & Poison by Brent Faiyaz. This MF Long, hope you enjoy tho

3rd Pov

Erik and Y/N are celebrating their eighth year anniversary today. Erik planned to take her out tonight. They've been married for eight years and have been together since they were teenagers.

Erik watched Y/N bend down to put on her heels as they prepared to leave the house. His gaze moved over her body, focusing on her ass. He smirked as he licked his lips, revealing his gold grills in his mouth.

He walked behind her, squeezing her ass and kissing her neck. "You look good as hell, mama." Y/N, turn around and mirrored his smirk, showing off her matching grills. She encircled her arms his neck and kissed his lips, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth wider for her, Their tongues swirled around each other, groaning in each other's mouths. Erik tightened his arms around her waist and gripped her ass.

Y/N pulled away, biting on Erik's bottom lip, causing Erik to slap her ass telling her to stop. She let go of his lip and gave him a seductive smile. "Keep that shit up, and Imma fuck you on the kitchen table." He said this while looking her in the eyes.

Y/N let out an audible moan, and Erik pecked her lips again, ushering them to the front door and tapping her ass as they walked out. 

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Erik treated his wife to dinner and shopping, and he bought her whatever she desired. And Y/N got Erik whatever he wanted, which wasn't much considering he claimed he didn't want anything but her butt ass naked on their bed tonight.

He reminded her that the kids were staying with his parents for the night, so they had the entire house to themselves and could be as nasty as they wanted to be.

Erik didn't mind that Y/N wanted to go to this new club that had just opened up in the area because they hadn't been clubbing in a while.

They walked into the club, and to say it was crowded would be an understatement. Y/N had to calm Erik down so he didn't punch someone in the face, because niggas kept trying to get at her right in front of him.

 

They sat down and ordered drinks, scowling at the trash music and laughing at the people on the dance floor who couldn't dance for shit.

They raised their glasses, clinking them together, and sipped the strong brown liquid. Hearing Brent Faiyaz play throughout the club, Y/N's ears perked up and she smirked.

She took Erik's hand in hers and pulled him up. "Let's go dance, Daddy" He returned her smile and let her lead him to the dance floor.

I almost fell in love with you

After the club last night

It don't know what you do

Money's gonna treat you right

Erik turned her around and gripped her waist as she whined into him. Erik copied her movements and put one hand on the back of her neck, pressing down on the arch in her back, making her throw back her ass harder on him.

Girl, don't act like you changed

When we both know you can't

And I know you love me

Cause i think you're lovely

Erik picked her up, turned her around, and pressed his lips against hers. Y/N sucked on his bottom lip and stucked her tongue into his mouth. Erik grabbed her jaw and pushed his tongue down her throat.

Girl check my coat

Drop that as on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

He pulled away from her and stared at her with lust in his eyes. "You ready to go, baby?" He said, smirking down at her.

Girl, check my coat

Drop that ass on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

She licked her lips and smirked at him and said, "mmhm, I'm putting dat ass to sleep tonight." Erik smiled back at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head.

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Nasty time 😏😏

Erik slowly pulls away from her lips making her let out a whimpering sound, causing him to chuckle.

"Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana?" He demands licking his bottom lip and her eyes followed the movement her being reminded all the things his tongue can do.

Her clothes and his clothes fell in a pile on the floor within seconds. They haven't had sex in awhile because of how busy they have been, Erik picked Y/N up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, walking them to their bed.

Know you ride it right

I might just die tonight

But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)

I know it's bad for me

And you know it tastes so sweet

I think I need your abuse baby

"Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana?"

Erik mumbled biting down on her neck, making sure to leave a hickey. "Stop teasing me, baby." Y/N whined. He flips her over so he's on top of her, Y/N felt his dick and began stroking him through his pants receiving a deep groan from him.

Girl, you do damage to me

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby

He folded her legs to her chest and slid in and she let out a deep moan at the fullness of him. Y/N forgot how long and thick Erik was, she hissed at him stretching her out. She grabbed on to his shoulders as they rocked against each other, moaning in sync. One of the many things Y/N  loved about Erik was he never had a problem about being vocal.

"Fuck! Uhlala undiqinisa, mama." He groans biting on his lip, staring into her eyes. Y/N smirked and kissed his lips, scratching up his back making him moan.

Girl, you know I play my role when I'm inside that

With my hands around your throat I know you like that

Girl, I'll do anything

To hear you scream my name, I love your game, I do, I do

He kissed on her neck and trailed his kisses down the valley of her breast before his mouth latches onto her left nipple. He pulls away and gave the other one the same attention, slightly pinching the other one, making her let out a high pitch moan.

"You...taking...this dick like a pro, mama. Fuck, clench around me again." He groans and Y/N could tell he was close to Cumming by the way his thrusts became sloppy.

Hey, oh-oh

Girl, you do damage to me (you)

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby (woah-woah-woah-woah)

He pulled out making Y/N whine at the loss of her climax fading. She looked at Erik confused and seen how dark his eyes were.

"Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho." He growls at her, but she eagerly stood up and followed his directions. He slapped her ass and she dropped down to her knees taking his length into her hands.

He grabbed her throat and made her look up at him, "who dat pussy and mouth belong to?" Y/N moan at the pressure he was adding to her neck. He took his dick and slapped her cheek, "WHEN I ASK YOU SOMETHING, YOU ANSWER THAT SHIT!"

A/N: I'm sorry but that made me cackle a lil bit 🤣🤣

Y/N quickly nodded and said, "I'm all yours, N'Jadaka." And he slammed his dick into her mouth making him groan. "This your dick, huh? Then take that shit?" A string of curse words came out his mouth, watching all the saliva she was collecting from using both of her hands.

"Gah damn baby Fuck! Just like that....DAMN YOU NASTY! But that's why I love you baby. Keep doing that shit, and imma put another baby in yo ass." He moaned out throwing his head back in pleasure.

Erik choked his breath getting caught in his throat. He shuddered and he shot his cum down her throat. Y/N sucked and licked him clean and stood up giving him a kiss. Erik picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist laying her back on the bed.

Girl, you do damage to me

But I love it babe

Oh, you're poisonous baby

He brushed her hair out her face and kissed her forehead. "Happy Anniversary, baby love." Y/N smiled at him softly and kissed his lips, "Ndiyakuthanda" She mumbled. He pulled her closer and wrapped both arms around her, pulling the blanket up. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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[melo-yello]

I Can't (Erik x POC Reader) One Shot

Pairing: Erik x POC Reader

Warning(s): angst, self worth issues, cursing, crying, the most fluff

Word Count: 2,7k+

Summary: Reader can't take much more of the uncertainty Erik provides.

A/N: I've been work in this for a while and think its finally done. It was gonna be all angst but I needed to feel good. This my first Erik fic so be gentle plz.

Erik traces the forming hickies along your neck as he gropes your inner thigh.

You breathe heavily as you try to regain some of the energy you'd lost in round three with Erik in the last couple hours. You could feel his chest vibrating beneath you as he hums. Your lips curl into a smile against his neck.

Erik isn't the kind to strike you as a singer.

Too brooding.

Too distance.  

Too militant.

But every once in a while when he’s feeling content or peaceful even he'd hum or sing a few lines or two.

Always the same song.

A vaguely familiar melody you couldn't quite place. If you mention it he'd stop and completely deny it.  

He used to be in some choir at his Gigi's church or something like but that's all that he'd tell before slipping into his drunken comma after a particularly rough round and a couple shots too many of Hene.

Not that you could complain. He laid that shit all the way down.

You glance at the scars that liter his upper body. He smiled when he saw your eyes fill with intrigue rather than fear the first time he told you how he got them. That night you knew you weren't special to Erik.

Neither was anyone else.  

Sure he'd never say that to you but he didn't have to. If these casual hook ups ever became too real and someone tried to use you as leverage you'd be dead in a heartbeat. And Erik would be the one to pull the trigger.

He couldn't afford to catch feeling with so much at stake. Neither could you in your line of work it just didn't make sense.  

Contract killers don't fall in love.

Everyone comes with a price tag and a body bag.

No unnecessary complications. Commitment means baggage and baggage means sacrifice. Sacrifice could mean your life.

But. . .

Here . . .

In these sheets. . .

These sheets are where you love each other.  The way his body fits perfectly in yours. Tangling into one another with keen precision.

The way his temper and passion matches yours. Your strength is an even opponent to his. . . Almost. The way that you only really satisfy each other.

Sure Erik had other girls but they weren't even in your league.

The throaty growls of your name pulled from his chest. The countless hickies he leaves in his wake as his fiery touch ignites your soft skin. His primal need to drag lusty cries from your lips. Moans are traded like currency between the two of you. The  jealousy banging after you “casually” mention you fucked another guy just to see him steam.

You sigh letting the long awaited tear  trail down your cheek and hit his chest.

You'd miss this.

Erik stopped humming. You try to wiggle out of his embrace, but his grip tightens.   

“Y/N, where you going stay a little longer.” He chuckles half sleep.

You pull yourself free from him.

“No Erik I've got a flight in the morning. ”  You sing-song nonchalantly pulling back on your lace thong.

“Come on we've got time. It's not till 10:00, right?” He groans pulling you by your waist against his chest.

“Wow you were actually listening.” You tease attempting to bruise his ego.

“Baby, don't play. Ya kno I love what mouth do.” He grins while running his tongue over his lips then your earlobe before nipping the lower half of your neck.

“Oh don't play coy, bitch. I thought an MIT grad could read between the lines. Erik, you kno what I mean.” You shrugged trying your best not to tear up.

He huffs letting you go and leaning against the baseboard.

“This shit again?” Erik says rolling his eyes and handing over the lacey hot pink push-up he eagerly undid within minutes of your arrival.

“Well E, give one real reason I should keep wastin my very valuable time on you?” You smirk and without missing a beat you take your bra and put it back on. Erik kisses his teeth as he rolls his eyes.

“We're having fun. Ain't that the point of all this.” Erik laughs shrugging his broad shoulders.

Why does every asshat have to be built like a demigod?

You sigh and stand up and spotting your jeggins lying in his doorway exactly where you'd thrown them to earlier.  

Easily gliding your curvy hips into the flexible fabric.

“Bye Erik.” You hiss while walking out of the bedroom to find your top.

“Come on, Y/n. Quit playin this hard to get shit.”  Erik sighs pulling on his Adidas sweatpants. He follows you out of the bedroom.  

You search the living room for the peach tank you came in but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Who says I'm playin? Maybe you're not fun anymore?” You hum brushing pass him to get to the couch. Erik rolls his dark eyes letting a cocky chuckle escape his chest.

“So who's your new dick?” Erik says folding his arms with the slightest hint of jealousy in his voice.

You smirk over shoulder to meet his burning gaze and roll your eyes.  

“No one, just know your limp dickass ain’t doing it for me. That stroke game has been pretty damn weak lately. ” You giggle pushing the cushions apart before climbing onto the sofa itself to hang over it. His deep brown eyes burn as you brush pass him.  Proving you have bruised his pride. Something he couldn't let pass.

Erik gropes your ass forcefully enough to nearly send you onto the floor, but pulls you firmly to his waist.

“ErIk!” You gasp as you brace yourself on the couch.

“Yea say ma name just like that, Baby girl. If you need me to jog your memory I'm more than willing to remind you.” He growls sliding his hands to your hips and grinding against your ass.

You lean back into him rolling your hips to match pace with him. His fingers slip into the side of jeggins prying at the lace fabric of your panties.

“Who says I forgot.” You whisper biting down on his earlobe. Erik groans in ecstasy just as you push him away.  

You dismount from the couch and swinging your hips as you sashay across the room having spotted your shirt.

“Oh my God you’re such a fucking tease.” Erik huffs watching your hips bounce before following.

“I've learned from the best.” You sneer reaching for your tank that had somehow made its way onto the top of the bookcase just out of reach.

A warm hand finds the small of your back as the other plucks the peach tank from the shelf.

“So you gonna tell me what's up, Y/n?” He breathes into your ear.

You swallow the lump sitting in your throat and turn to look him in the eye.

“Trying to be decent. How about you?” You try to laugh off the cracks in your voice.

Does he have to look like he could care.

You feel your chest clench.

“Y/n cut the bullshit. No strings. No lies. No feelings. Remember, Baby girl?” Erik hums moving his hand from your back to your cheek.

Like you could forget the pact you two made to avoid a real feelings and relationship.

Yea no feelings.

Your head dips unable to meet his deep brown gaze anymore.

The tears you've been holding finally stream down your cheeks.

“I'm cutting my losses, Erik. I can't play this game anymore. It's not fun anymore it just hurts. I kno you don't care about this shit for real.” You shrug.  

Erik drops the tank and gently lifts your chin.

“Hey Trap Queen, I care about our shit.” He smiles wiping a few tears away.

He presses his forehead against yours just before tangling your lips with his. Passionately kissing you. Like he has to remind you.  Like action is the only way he can prove it.

You bite his bottom lip and he groans allowing you in. Heavy breathes and quiet moans trade between you as one tries to overpower the other.   The pit in your stomach twists tighter and you pull away.

“Erik...You really don't...Not Really. And I can't keep doin this with you.”  You choke out pushing away and tugging on your tank. You drag an arm across your face as you pull on your sneakers. Searching for the jacket you came in only to realize it’s one of his.

“FUCK IT!” You huff snatching up your keys. You go for the door but Erik yanks you back by your wrist.

“WHAT THE HELL! Y/n, you don't get to decide that!” Erik fumes.  

“LET ME GO! I’m not doing this.” You rage back.

“No! Yo little ass started this shit and we damn sure gonna finish it! You ain't gonna tell Me who I care about! Until everyone you've ever given a real fuck about leaves you all alone don't come at me with ‘You have intimacy issues bullshit’! No shit I do! I WAS FUCKING 8, Y/n! Did it EVER occur to you this is the best I can give you? Y/n get yo uppity ass off yo damn high horse! You don't care. That's why you're walking away. YOU'RE SCARED! SCARED SHITLESS THAT YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT US AND YOU COULD LOSE IT!” He counters his voice spewing his repressed resentments like blood from a cut.  

“The Hell If I Am?! Like You’d Kno! You Don't Kno Shit About Caring! Or Being scared. You haven't felt anything real in a long ass time! YOU TOLD ME.  You kno if it came down to it and you had to choose me or yo own ambitions. It wouldn't even be a contest. Despite what you may believe Erik WE'RE ALL BROKEN! IN OUR LINE OF WORK WE ALL COME FROM SHIT SHOWS! And with yo big headass I'm sure you think this is the best you can give to me. Letting me just close enough to this best version of yourself that way I'll come back to you legs open and praying that what we have is special. We can't keep pretending this shit is real. Find some other dumbass bitch to play Bonnie and Clyde with you!!” You spit ripping your wrist from his grasp.

You stare him down before turning to the door.  

Erik steps in between you and doorway. His nostril flared as bit down on the the inside of his cheek.

“That's what you think this is to me, Shortie?! A damn game of pretend? That we playin some fucked up version of house!” He says taking a couple steps closer.

You roll your e/c eyes.

“What the hell else was I supposed to think.”

You stare back at him for some form of a contradiction. But it doesn't come.

“That I-” He just swallows the rest of his words.

He keeps opening his mouth to speak but no words come out. His chest tightens as he balls up his fists trying force a decision from his lips, but his pride won't let him.

You can almost hear the war raging in his head and you can't help but pity his dumbass.

Sucks to be you.

You shrug barrelling past him.

“See!!! You're A SHITHEAD, ERIK!” You shout throwing up your middle finger as you slam the door behind you.

Numbed by your own disappointment you barely notice the cool breeze whipping against your skin. You snatch open the  black hummer’s door. As the door shuts your forehead falls into the steering wheel.

Your heart rams into chest at full speed.  

All the childish vulnerability you refused to let Erik see came pouring out. You wrap your fingers around the steering wheel. You throw head back and scream at the ceiling.

Everything you hated and loved about him spilling out of you like fountain. Curses muffled by the reinforced glass.

“WHO THE HELL DOES THAT PUNKASS BITCH THINK HE IS TELLIN ME I'M SCARED! HE'S SCARED! HE'S JUST ANOTHER DUMBASS DICK,”  you yell staring yourself down in the rearview mirror, “JUST CAUSE I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY TIME ON HIM DOESN'T MAKE ME PUSSY. I LEFT THAT UNREQUITED SHIT IN HIGH SCHOOL.  I'M TOO GROWN FOR THIS! I AIN'T GOT THE TIME TO BE STRUNG ON HIS DUSTY HOTEP ASS! ...even ...if he does smell amazing all the damn time. even if he has an immaculate skincare routine and does the dumbest shit just to make me laugh and for the first time in long time doesn't make me feel like I'm a monster… FUCK!” You groan leaning your forehead into the horn.

This is the end and you give a fuck.

Too Many FUCKS.

It just isn't fair he came out unscathed.

You slam your fist into the horn over and over again.

A quiet knock from outside the window makes you freeze completely.You crack the window just enough to see his brown eyes.   

“Not to interrupt ya moment but you might wanna cut that shit out before somebody calls the cops.” Erik says attempting to sound like his usual smartass self, but cracks in his voice won't let him.

“Nigga, you need the number or somethin cuz I got em saved in my contacts.” You croak wiping your face on your arm. Trying not to sound half as bitter as you're feeling.

“Nah I need you to open the door, Ma.” Erik says gripping the handle.

“Why, you wanna pic for motivation as you type that vague Insta story about how ‘bitches ain't shit’?” You flare over the window.  

“No thothina, so I can curse yo smartass out for havin me so damn whipped I'm out here standing in the cold with no shoes in front of a locked car of a woman I've already smashed tonight.” Erik huffs looking you dead in the eyes.  There isn't an ounce of sarcasm in his voice.

The lock snaps up as you just stared at him wide mouthed and confused. He pulls open the door, but he doesn't make a move to touch you. He just props himself on the door with the jacket you wore to his house that night in his fist.

“I wasn't gonna say shit. Too fucking tough for that vulnerable shit, right. I wasn't ��gonna let you kno you got to me. But watch in u walk out that door...I couldn't do it. You had to kno that We're real. Babygirl, whatever this is it sure as hell ain't pretend...at least not for me. I kno I'm hard to read and sendin out all kinds of signals sometimes but it's not you. There's a lot of hurt shit in here. It's terrifying to care this much about someone again.” He pauses offering a hand to you and as hesitantly give him yours he steps closer placing both on his chest, “But for so reason I don't really mind if you see that shit. I'm not askin you to stay.  I just want you to kno it was real. We were real. It's fuckin insane how much I care about some wildass assassin I met in some dank ass hole in wall nightclub with a hit out on my mark. You got me sprung, Y/n. I think I... love you.” He smirks at you with uncertainty shining in his deep brown eyes.

You swallow the lump in your throat and step out of the car. Closing the distance between you and him as you take his hand from his chest and place it on your neck and cheek.

"You really mean that shit, Stevens?" You hum looking down not quite ready to meet his eyes. Never before have you seen that kind of openness in his expression.

Like he was ready to risk all. He gently lifts your chin so you'd meet his gaze.

"Baby, you're everything I need and more."

You pull your arms around his thick waist. You cover your bubbling laughter in his chest.

"E, you do realize you just quoted Halo right?" You smile biting your bottom lip as to not all out laugh in his face.

Erik frowns slightly before scooping you into his arms and belting into the chorus in key as he carries you to the door and you erupt in laughter.

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Hey girl, could you a HC about the reader( black plus size) being ghosted by Erik after they slept together

Getting ghosted by Erik after a one-night stand includes:

 -You being so disappointed when waking up the following day and seeing that Erik left with no message whatsoever

 -You deciding to let your emotions out for one day, knowing very well that it’s not worth it to cry after a fuckboi

 -After spending the day sulking, you decide to go out the following night with your girlfriends

 -Your friends hyping you up in the club to go dance with as many people you can

 -You having the time of your life while dancing with this handsome guy

 -The guy suddenly being pushed away from you by a jealous looking Erik, who seems ready to commit another murder

 -You rolling your eyes before going to the bar to order a drink, not wanting his presence to ruin your night

 -Erik following you the bar and trying to come up with a sappy excuse on why he “had to leave early in the morning and didn’t have the time to message you”

 -You rolling your eyes again, still not having spoken a word to Erik as you know exactly what he wants: another night filled with meaningless orgasms with you

 -You finishing your drink before walking away while he’s still “explaining” himself

 -You finding another handsome stranger to dance with, and giving your all as you’re getting hot and bothered by his strong hands gripping your big, luscious curves in the way you like it

 -Erik watching in pure jealousy and rage how another man is about to get lucky and have a beautiful, black goddess to take home with

 -Him trying to get you to talk to him several more times until you get fed up and yell at him to stay away from you

 -You then leaving the club with the handsome stranger, the two of you get to talking on the way to your house and a connection if formed without you really knowing

 -The night ending with you having three intense orgasms and finding your next boyfriend while Erik is a bitter and miserable mess

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