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spliffymae · 1 year

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exboyfriend!geto…

synopsis: you were stuck with suguru geto. he was the father of your kids, earning him a lifetime supply of make-up attempts. you hated him, but you were determined to make it work for your kids.

⚠️established relationship, afabreader, toxic geto, reader got two kids by him (idc i love a good parent plot), toxic relationship, smut, cheating, geto has a daddy kink, oral (f receiving) geto is a munchhh, breeding kink too, mentions of baby trapping

kio’s notes - toxic tropes are so good that it should be bad.

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exboyfriend!geto, who is also your babies father, sharing five-year-old sky and two-year-old apollo with you. two boys he loved to death.

exboyfriend!geto who you broke up with shortly after apollo’s first birthday. you weren’t fulfilled with him in your life. you were a housewife on a girlfriend status. kept at home as a stay-at-home mom, and geto wasn’t satisfying you emotionally.

exboyfriend!geto who at first, didn’t take your breakup seriously. he expected to be out of the house for a week, tops. but you didn’t budge. he didn’t realize how serious you were until day ten.

exboyfriend!geto who kept his distance at first, giving you the space you needed, but as time went on slowly became shocked at how committed you were to no longer be with him.

exboyfriend!geto who bribes sky with treats to tell him whether or not mommy has had any guy friends other than uncle kuna or uncle gojo at the apartment. but all he reports back is “mommy says the only boys she needs are lolo and me.”

exboyfriend!geto who has a key to your apartment despite no longer living there. he pops in whenever and never gives you a heads up, because he never stopped associating your place as home.

exboyfriend!geto who only lets you know his eta when the boys’ bedtime is approaching.

“i’m ten minutes away. do not put them to sleep without me” he spoke to you over the phone as he drove. he was just coming from a meeting with his bosses.

exboyfriend!geto cannot stand you now. he hated the way you managed to look ten times more beautiful now that you were a single woman. he hated how you got your lashes and nails done. you were dressed in a red silk robe, your face bare and glowing form you doing your nightly skin routine. your shoulder length locs were out and free. only thing on your face was clear, thick framed glasses and some lip balm.

“okay daddy’s here, now you two get to bed.” you spoke from the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea. the boys were sitting on the living room couch, watching bear in the big blue house. they were bathed and dressed in pokémon onesies, gifted to them by gojo on a random saturday.

the boys cheered as geto came over to them, scooping them up in his arms and giving them loads of kisses. he asked about their day, and listened to sky tell him about a bird he saw outside at recess.

exboyfriend!geto looks at you with a glare as you walk past him without so much as a greeting to go to the couch, typing away on your phone. it was you silently letting him know you won’t be with him to put the boys to bed.

exboyfriend!geto who swallows down the millions of ways he could pick an argument with you and smiles at his two boys, instructing them to go give you a goodnight kiss and hug.

exboyfriend!geto who reads his kids two stories every night, a book each of them choose. he ticks them into bed and gives them a kiss, telling how much he loves them. he gets a little sad when he puts his kids to sleep, knowing he won’t get to wake up to them.

exboyfriend!geto comes out their room after setting up their night light/white noise machine to find you now in the kitchen, washing your tea mug. he makes his way to you, hoping to work some of his charm on you, but you turn him down.

exboyfriend!geto who gave up trying to get you back after a month of rejection and gets a new girlfriend named kimmy. she’s younger than you by a year, twenty-six, and she’s a giggly, bubbly personality.

exboyfriend!geto who can’t help but smirk at the way you pushed your lips to the side in annoyance when he walks through the school’s gym with kimmy on his arm. he brought her to sky’s afternoon music recital. they had been dating for three months, and he was ready to introduce her to you all.

exboyfriend!geto who, despite getting a reaction from you, is still not satisfied in your response. because although you were annoyed his girlfriend was present, you told him it was okay to bring her. you expressed how happy you were for him to move on.

exboyfriend!geto watches as you shake kimmy’s hand, a tight smile on your lips as you looked past him to speak to her. apollo was on your hip, snoozing away. the concert hadn’t started yet, so parents were just mingling in the gym.

exboyfriend!geto watches the way you record sky’s performance, apollo still sleeping on your shoulder, but you still stand to cheer sky on. you came from work—a secretary position at gojo’s law firm. you were dressed in a long white dress with a green blazer over it and matching green heels. you were practically glowing.

exboyfriend!geto who joins you in cheering sky when he comes off the stage. you bend down so you can give him a hug, your hands were now child free since apollo woke up toward the end of the performance and wanted to be held by his dad.

exboyfriend!geto who doesn’t focus on introducing kimmy to the kids, because he can’t get over how fine (both physically and emotionally) you are.

exboyfriend!geto who is now six months into his relationship with kimmy, but still finding himself pining after you. he would show up every night to try and annoy his way back into your heart, but you never gave him an opening. you kept your guard up.

exboyfriend!geto who is really starting to get annoyed that you haven’t moved on to someone else. are you messing with him? he asks gojo to try and figure out what your angle is, but gojo just responds with “that’s the thing, she has no angle. she’s just focusing on herself and the boys.”

exboyfriend!geto who starts to feel…depressed that you’re not his girlfriend anymore. he starts to think about his faults in the relationship, his flaws and what he could have changed. he looks at kimmy and thinks if you, wondering what you were doing. he even finds himself journaling about it.

exboyfriend!geto who successfully co-parents with you, because he figures peace and cordiality was what was best for your relationship. if you weren’t going to be his girlfriend, then at least you could be his friend. that way he could keep you in his life on good terms.

exboyfriend!geto who is almost at the ten month mark in his relationship with kimmy. the boys have taken somewhat of a liking to her. you don’t talk about her privately and have let them develop their own relationships with her. geto hated you for it.

exboyfriend!geto who for the first time ever, thinks you will kill him when he sits in the hospital room with a sleeping sky, who has a cast on his right arm. the two of them were outside racing on bikes and sky went down a hill. he couldn’t keep up with the speed and fell off the bike before geto could catch up to him. the doctor said it was a clean break, and that there will be no long lasting effects, but sky did have to undergo surgery, and it was something that scared geto.

exboyfriend!geto who falls to his knees and apologizes to you with tears in his eyes when you walk into the hospital room with apollo in a stroller. geto had already left you three hefty voice messages regarding the incident, so you were up to speed as far as updates go.

“baby m’sorry. fuck, he just got away from me and i wasn’t running fast enough to catch him.” he was feeling guilty, and he gripped onto your waist as he continued to cry into your stomach. he kept apologizing, even after you told him it was okay.

exboyfriend!geto who refuses to leave sky’s side, staying at your apartment and texting kimmy to let her know he would not be seeing her the next couple of days because of it. she protested, but he paid her no mind. after all, who was she to state her opinion on what he was doing for his son?

“you can go home, he’s okay.” you said to him when he sat on the couch next to you. he had just finished tucking the boys in. “go rest and come back tomorrow morning.” you smiled warmly. originally, you had planned to be cold to him. to make him feel terrible for getting your baby boy hurt. but you knew how parent guilt was already eating him up.

he doesn’t listen to you. instead he just slumps back and puts his hand over his face. you roll your eyes but let him have his moment, “m’gonna go wind down. let yourself out and i’ll see you tomorrow morning, g’night.” you patted his shoulder before walking away to your room.

he didn’t move from his spot. not when you left the area, or when he heard you turn the water on in your en-suite bathroom. he planned to sleep on your couch, honestly. but that didn’t go as planned since you came out now in your red robe and black bonnet over your head.

“nuh uh, geto get your ass up and go. i need to get ready for bed and you gotta be anywhere but here.” you pulled his arm to try and get him up, but he wasn’t budging. “suguru move your ass.” you groaned, you were tired from the day’s events and just wanted to sleep .

exboyfriend!geto uses his strength to pull you to fall onto his lap, still keeping his head against the back of your couch and looking to the ceiling. you put your knee up and in between his legs to avoid from sitting on his lap.

“m’really sorry about sky.” he whispered as his hand rubbed your hip, the soft and thin material of your robe moving up with his motions. “can’t imagine how scared you must’ve been.”

you shook your head, “it’s fine, suguru. accidents happen. but you guys are okay so—oh.” your sentence is cut off when geto grabs the back of your thigh and pulls it to stretch over his own, moving the other one after so that you would now be sitting on his lap.

“didn’t mean to upset you.” he put his hands right on the globes of your ass, the robe leaving nothing to the imagination as he felt how warm and soft you were through the fabric. he rubbed his hands over them, kneading your flesh.

“s’okay. i’m better now. sky’s home and he’s good. you don’t have to feel like this anymore.” you tried your best to be as cool and comforting as possible, despite the massage you are getting on your ass. you hadn’t been touched like this in some time, and were biting your lip to hold back the whines of pleasure.

exboyfriend!geto who mumbled that he ‘needs to feel something else’ and picks you up to put you on your back, resting inbetween your legs.

“g-geto.” you tried to be the voice of reason, but geto shut you up with a kiss. one that was primal and filled with his groans. your lips were as he remembered, soft and full, mixed hues of brown and pink he still loved to nip at. and your tongue seemed to remember to yield to him, allowing him to control the kiss.

exboyfriend!geto who knows you weren’t wearing anything underneath your robe. you had planned to come out after your shower and kick him out, however, because he could feel your pussy’s warmth against his thigh, he wasn’t going anywhere.

exboyfriend!geto who stops kissing your jaw to ask you when the last time you got eaten out was. the vulgarity of his question shocks you. your robe was loosely tied, now revealing your breasts. your brown nipples got hit with the apartments a.c and hardened, perky buds calling out to geto. his fingers were cold, and he used the tip of his index to touch your nipple, the sensation getting you to buck your hips, grinding your clit on his thigh.

“ah—.” it was a moan that slipped out. you had your hands over your mouth instinctively, but it got out before you could stop it. geto smiled.

exboyfriend!geto who has failed so many times before, but now that he finally has you back under him, is going to milk this so you never forget this moment. “let me in, mommy please. i been missing you so much. s’been so hard without you.” he begs and grabs your hand from off your mouth to put it to his erection,that was so prominent despite being covered by boxers and sweats.

he squeezes your hand around him, hissing and thrusting into your palm. “y’know just how to cheer daddy up, yeah? what’ll make me feel all better after today?”

exboyfriend!geto who gives you one last kiss before moving down to kiss your chest. one hand of his squeezes your left breast, his palm rubbing against your nipple to hear the faint breaths you took. his mouth went to the right, initially biting your nipple to her you scream.

“careful mommy,” he taunts you. “don’t wake the boys up.”

exboyfriend!geto is a boobs and ass man. he loves both, especially yours. if you couldn’t tell by the way your chest glistened with his spit, then clearly you could tell by the countless of purplish hickies and bite marks that adorned your brown mounds. you could’ve came from his mouth on your titties alone and he knew that but he wanted your first time to be in his mouth.

exboyfriend!geto feels your fingers slide through his hair and create a bun, tying his long hair with itself as he sucks your clit into his mouth. one hand of yours still holds tight to his head, digging into his scalp when you feel him ever so slightly bite into your bundle of nerves.

your arm is over your mouth, moaning into your limb to surpress the volume. geto was spelling his name out with his tongue against your heat, moaning at your taste. it had been too long since he last had your scent on him, since he drowned himself in your wetness. he missed you, he missed your body. he missed his pussy.

exboyfriend!geto who remembers just how long you thought his fingers were. you loved moments like this, where he would shove two into your wet hole and stretch you out to prepare for his cock. the sounds your pussy would make as he thrusted his fingers inside her, it was beautiful.

exboyfriend!geto smiles in your pussy when he feels your thighs squeeze around his head. he imagines you suffocating him, and he loved every second of the fantasy. he’s gotta get you to sit on his face next time.

exboyfriend!geto who ruts his hips against the couch cushions as he eats you out through your first orgasm. your body jolted with every flick his tongue made against your clit, but he didn’t let up. he was getting enough friction to have him moaning.

“so good to me, baby. you know just what to do to make daddy alright.” he spoke to your cunt, his finger rubbing slow circles on your clit. you were clenching around nothing, and he smiled as he sucked hickies into your inner thighs.

exboyfriend!geto who is now eating you out for his own pleasure. you were overstimulated and begging him to ease up, but he locked himself between your legs and brought you to two more orgasms. by the time his face came back to yours, the lower half smelt of your juices and he was licking the drips off his chin.

exboyfriend!geto who let’s you give him the most nastiest kiss you can muster. your lips smack, spit spills from the corner of his lips and you suck his tongue to taste yourself off him. he had never experienced you this needy before. his dick was throbbing.

exboyfriend!geto who folds you into a mating press with your knees against your shoulders. he didn’t put the tip in yet, he couldn’t. not when you we’re screwing your eyes shut.

exboyfriend!geto, who was big on eye contact, and forced you to look him in the eyes as he buried himself in you. he pushed your legs back, hands on the back of your thighs as his upper body pressed against yours. his forehead rested against yours, eyes on you and mumbling for yours to do the same.

“right here, pretty. just keep ‘em on me.” he encouraged you as he pushed in. it was snug, and he groaned from the back of his throat. his eyes didn’t close though, they stayed watching the way your head turned up and lips parted, you let out struggling breath, feeling full of him already.but you kept your eyes on him, his intense gaze driving you insane.

exboyfriend!geto who fucks you within an inch of your life on that goddamn couch. his thrusts are deep and sensual. he preferred the fast and rough ways of sex, but this called for more passion, more intimacy.

exboyfriend!geto who gets dumb off your pussy and starts to make promises you know he won’t keep.

“fuck, promise i’m gonna treat you so much better this time, baby.”

“get that house you always wanted us to have, fuck you in every room in it.”

“m’gonna make ya my fuckin’ wife. my pretty little wife.”

just empty promises you shooed off, hoping to just get your nut and leave.

exboyfriend!geto who tells you to cum together, and he’s a moaning mess in the crook of your neck, squeezing your breast as he rides out the intense climax. he hadn’t cum like that since the last time you two had sex.

exboyfriend!geto who gives you a moment of rest, giving you the impression he was finished and just needed to catch his breath before going home.

exboyfriend!geto who pushes himself from off you with a smirk. you were exhausted, you were positive you looked ike it. but geto just grabbed your wrist to pull you up, and positioned you to hang over the couch. your knees were on the seat, spread out with your back in an arch.

“geto!” you tried to object, but a swift swat to your ass cheek got you to whine instead.

exboyfriend!geto who thinks it’s almost criminal the way your body responds to him. every touch, every kiss, every slap he gave was received with a moan or whimper, whether it be to your ass, face, or even pussy. when he pushes himself into you, you grip the couch and hold back an exhausted moan.

exboyfriend!geto who grabs your jaw and pulls you back into the most perfect arch as he thrusts himself into you. his movements are sharp, their precise, and he bucks his hips just at the right angle to make you see stars. he can feel the drool from your mouth on his fingers, but doesn’t care.

exboyfriend!geto hears the way you slowly lose brain cells as he fucks you now, his strokes giving you no time to recover. you just babble out how good it feels with moans to follow. he lost all sensual energy. all the love he had for you was fucked out of him from the first round and what was left was the hate.

“think your pretty ass can just be done w’me, huh?!” he slaps your ass hard to get your attention but you had no strength to respond. your head is by his shoulder , he’s looking down at you in disgust and you feel your walls clench tighter. he grips your jaw open and spits inside of it, easing his hold so you can swallow it.

exboyfriend!geto pulls you back straight against him, now going at an inhumane pace as he forces you to look at your children’s room door. it was closed and their white noise machine could be heard through it, letting you know your sounds were drowned out.

“you’re fuckin’ mine.” he says as he leans against your head, kissing your temple. “them boys don’t prove it enough, huh? me making you the mother of my kids doesn’t tell you that?”

exboyfriend!geto who raises his brows when you shake your head no and tighten your hold on the couch. you were gasping for air but your body was matching his thrusts.

“uh oh, they don’t? why?” he teased you with his words and cock, drastically slowing down his thrusts to aggravate you. “s’cuz they’re growing up, hm? ya startin’ to miss having a baby around? need daddy to come back and take care of it?”

exboyfriend!geto who knows you know where he’s going with this once your eyes widen in shock and look at him with what he could only describe as fear. he doesn’t give you time to respond as he picks back up his pace from before, and hits that spot that has your toes curling and teeth biting into your bottom lip.

“geto!” you cried, “i’m sorry, baby. m’so sorry.” maybe if you apologized he would have mercy. frankly, you were too sensitive, but geto had not a care in the world. he started to rub your clit and you let out a choked sob, “why’re you…doing me like this, baby? ”

exboyfriend!geto, who tells you “because you tried to leave. you forgot that we’re a family, mommy. and tomorrow m’gonna fuck you like this again, and the day after that, we’re gonna do it again. and again, and again. either until i fuck you so dumb you let me back home, or you get my third baby fucked into that sweet womb of yours, so then you’ll have no choice but to lemme back in.”

exboyfriend!geto who puts his hand on your stomach to seal the deal, and cums deep inside you as you cream onto him. “regardless, i’m coming home tonight, baby.” he rides out the orgasm with you, muttering profanities as he watches how much of a mess you two made.

exboyfriend!geto who knows you’re too fucked out to object to him, so he carries you to your bathroom to clean you both up, praising you for how well you did for him. he makes sure you’ve peed and brushed your teeth before carrying you to bed.

exboyfriend!geto who leaves you to throw the couch’s cushion covers in the wash, and quickly wipe down and disinfect what could not be washed. you were too exhausted to do it now, and though he was tired, it made no sense to wait ‘til morning.

exboyfriend!geto who gets into bed with you, making a mental note to break up with kimmy tomorrow as you wrap yourself around him. he listens to you talk, “i’m being so serious when i say try that shit again and i’ll walk for real, geto. be glad i got kids wit’ yo ass and actually wanna be a family.”

exboyfriend!geto who gives you tender kisses all around your face, massages your waist and lets you know he has changed, promising to show you everyday from here on out.

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 3

(Erik Killmonger x Black!OC)

Part 1 Part 2

Kimara pays the barista for her green tea and goes across the street to the studio. This week has been a hectic one for her since she’s been working with Peter Gafflin, an alternative rock artist who is on the come up since his EP dropped last year. Kimara was owed a favor from the owner of the studio, Rick, after Erik helped get him some new equipment from a group that trashed the place after a drug fueled mosh pit they formed to add ambiance to their album. Suffice to say, they would not be returning to record any time soon.

When she enters the studio, Rick is there playing in his grey locs nervously.

“Kimmy! Good to see you 15 minutes past showtime, I really appreciate it.” He smiles, dimples still displaying powerfully under is grey beard.

She shrugs. “You know I have a process, Ricky Kanicky! It all works out in the end, thanks for the hookup on this gig. Are they waiting on me?”

Rick holds out his arm to escort her to the back. “Nah, I stalled them with some mic check mumbo jumbo, so at least their warmed up properly. You need some time in the booth before we start?”

She shakes her head as he opens the door. A gust of patchouli hits her senses. Peter Gafflin and his gang were warming up in a way much different than how Rick described.

“Rick! Thank God, I was ready to call the police, you were gone for like three hours man!” Peter’s rough Carolinian accent boomed as he walked wistfully over to you two in his holely jeans and cowboy boots with his fringed black leather jacket and matching wide brimmed hat.

“No, I just had to go get some extra talent to guide our recording session along. This is Kimara, she’s the third part to our banging backup we keep on hand for artists.”

Peter towers over her at 6’7, but humbly bends to kiss your hand like a prince. “To God be the glory for creating women and music. Put them together and I’m a happy Papa, you know what I’m saying?!” He ribs Rick before clapping thunderously to liven his group. “Aight y’all! Look alive. Dave get your Fender, Bill get your wide ass behind them drums, everybody take your places!”

Kimara goes over to the mics with her other singers. “Wassup Brenda? Tara?”

They roll their eyes at you before mumbling their hellos. You put your headphones on to get ready for the track to play, not studdin them today. They were the fourth pair this year to work for Rick and the studio. They all get inspired to be solo artists or get too wrapped up in the artist of the day and think they can keep up with a touring schedule to only come out of it broke with no plan B, and pregnant.

Singing has always been her dream to do, and any capacity in which Kimara can fulfill that, is one she is willing to go for. It’s her escape, her home away from home, it’s her church, especially when the artist has some good stuff to work with. Kimara hadn’t gotten as in depth with Peter’s discography as she usually does with artist’s before a recording session because her mind could not focus lately. Trying to have a baby has been on her mind 24/7 and Erik filling her mind with hope and then trying to tell her to chill made her crazy. Did he want a baby as bad as she did? Kimara didn’t think so anymore.

She shakes her head and takes a few deep breaths before looking over the music with the girls. Brenda catches her up on the tempo of the song and little points in which Peter wanted them to blow. Southern singers couldn’t deny the power of a good Black gospel when they needed it.

Peter certainly is no exception. He places his hands in front of his mouth in prayer before raising them up to the sky, bringing them down with shaky fists.

“Now THAT is a climax if I ever heard one. What did I tell you Rick? Music and women, the best sounds on this Earth come from both.” Peter smiles pointing victoriously at the three of them before taking his place at his mic. “I’m ready ladies, let’s record this thing!”

After a few dry rehearsals, time came to record. Kimara gives a thumbs up to Rick as he queues up the track to play in your ears. The song isn’t bad, kind of bluesy and it’s about a love misunderstood. Peter plays a man who is trying to convince his lover out of depression, using the analogy of being in shark infested waters. His lover finds the water and waves so beautiful she jumps from the boat and dives in after he protests over and over. He is subjected to watch as the sharks circle around her, he reaches out to her the whole time reminding her that he is there and to take his hand. He can’t tell if her face is wet from the ocean or from tears but she is smiling all the same and it frustrates him to see the danger looming but she isn’t phased.

The song ends ambiguously but Kimara can’t stop her emotions from spilling over and affecting her vocals a little bit. Rick notices immediately and cuts the session short, popping into the booth.

“Hey Kimara, you alright?” He asks in a fatherly manner.

All she can do is nod and wipe her eyes as she wishes she was anywhere but there. Being late is unprofessional enough, but costing an artist studio time, she might as well hang it up now. Peter comes over to Kimara, waving at Rick. “We’re fine, just give us a minute.” He dips his height down to look her in her eyes. “You alright there, ma’am?”

Kimara nods shrugging. “The song is just that good I guess.”

Peter shakes his head. “No, it isn’t. My buddy Ralph helped me to write it, I’ve been wondering about the composition of it since, but when he died in a car crash a couple months ago, I haven’t been able to nail this thing down. He’d know exactly what it needs, but he ain’t here to tell it.”

“I’m sorry for your loss Peter.” Kimara says apologetically.

Peter smiles. “I didn’t kill him, so all’s good! I want you to sing a little something on the track for me, just you, to kind of hear how it sounds. Don’t worry about my notes, just do what feels good to you.”

Peter motions to Rick as he walks Kimara over to his mic, setting the headphones over her ears. Kimara feels nervous instantly, not knowing what to do with the spotlight being on her, this has never happened to her before.

But as the track plays, she sings the lyrics from her heart. They were pretty simple and easy to memorize so when she closed her eyes and flowed with the track, she began to feel that familiar emotion again, accept this time she honed it as best as she could. She knew where her inspiration came from, it was undeniable, but why did he bring the sadness out so easily? Before she knew, the song was done and when she opened her eyes, Peter was on one knee with his hands out.

“You see me right now? This is what you just did to me, an old bachelor crooner ready to lay down it all for your hand. Are you betrothed my dear?”

Kimara laughs as she takes off her headphones, stepping back. “None of your business, because you are too wild for me anyway!”

Peter gets up pointing at Rick. “You hiding treasures from me, you greedy bastard! This girl ain’t a back up, she’s a star in the making!”

Kimara felt hot, trying her best to appear humble, but this man has a way with words that made her completely big headed. “It’s nothing. I don’t have the time for that right now. I’m focusing on my personal life.”

Peter smiles but appears disappointed. “Girl the places you can go. I hope you have someone in your life to remind you of your-your QUEENLY-ness! I wouldn’t leave the house without you by my side.”

Kimara shakes her head. “Well luckily I do have someone. He’s….pretty great I think.”

Peter pulls his glasses down the bridge of his nose. “Well until that ‘think’ turns into a ‘know’ keep me in mind.”

Kimara cackles pushing him away. “You have some nerve. Get back to your spot so we can make this album and go home!”

They share a laugh but before Kimara goes back to her mark she turns to him. “Peter, I did wonder though, with the song: Does the lady ever take your hand? Gets out?”

Peter smiles weakly shaking his head. “Nah, never does. Cuz I pushed her in.”

Nine Years Ago

Kimara sits on the couch with a movie playing in the background but she isn’t really looking at it. Her eyes have glazed over the moving images on her screen and the sounds are similar to being underwater. There is too much happening in her mind at the moment to even be bothered with the world around her.

Kimara hangs her head clutching her knees as she thinks back to a couple months ago, when Erik was there. She had left her part time job at the music college and cautiously pulled up to her house when an ominous figure sat on her front doorstep. Her keys tucked between her knuckles and 911 ready to just hit dial, she steps out the car.

“Whatchu want?!” She bellows, bringing the bass out her voice as much as possible. His head hung low enough that the front door light couldn’t catch his features, face masked in the darkness.

She hears him chuckle. “The hell you barkin at?” He lifts his head up to look at her.

Kimara’s heart dropped in her stomach at the sound of his voice. Covering her mouth, she drops her keys to the concrete, overcome with emotion. He wasn’t supposed to be there, practically considered him dead. Erik gets up, hugging her tightly. “I told you I was gonna be aight. I told you.”

Kimara gasps for breath. “No! You ain’t told me though!” She punches his chest for emphasis.

Erik pulls her away to lift her face toward his, wiping her eyes. “I like a surprise, what can I say.”

Kimara sniffles her snot bubbles, stepping back. “This is so damn embarrassing. How can you act so cool right now. I’m a mess, and you put on so much damn weight, like, the fuck!”

Erik opens his jack to look down at himself. “Well damn! You still know how to talk crazy to somebody.”

She laughs. “No, like, look at you! You got so damn….BIG, like….” Kimara holds his jacket apart a bit to run her hands down his chest.

Erik bites his lip nodding. “Now that’s more like it.”

“Shut up! I’m just in awe! You weren’t scrawny for real but not nearly this buff! What kind of undershirt you got on, you feel bumpy.” Kimara puls at the collar of his shirt, but Erik swipes her hand away.

“Uh uh, you gotta earn the show. Cash upfront.” Erik jokes, putting his hands in his pockets. “You look good too, real….real good. Gettin them squats in huh?” Erik stands on his toes to look around her backside but Kimara steps sideways.

“Here you go! Go on! I don’t see you for two years and you drop yourself here for what? Are you back for good?” Kimara picks her keys up, going to her front door to open it.

“I’m just here to talk, hang out. I needed a place to lay my head, so I figured I could get two birds with one stone.” Erik walks in behind her, closing the door.

Kimara takes off her jacket and sets her bag down. “That’s fine. You welcome here. You gotta tell me how things went! I know you went to Japan at first, but I didn’t get a letter from you after that, I got kind of worried…”

Erik told Kimara about his time in Japan; he was only there a few weeks before he was selected for Special Ops training, which gave him the physique. Most of the rest of his missions were confidential, but the orders he was given were implied.

When he showed his scars and the meaning behind them, Kimara just about lost it.

“How can you mark yourself up like that?! The memories aren’t enough to live with? You have to see them on yourself everyday you look in the mirror?”

“Might as well! I see it when I wake up, when I sleep! In a way, this is therapy for me, makes me feel like what I did wasn’t for nothing!”

Kimara paces the floor agitated beyond compare. “Why would you hurt yourself like that? Haven’t you been through enough to make these permanent changes to yourself? I still can’t believe the day you signed up for that damn program. The details were shaky at best. But the Navy was more important to you than what I thought.”

Erik scoffs. “This wasn’t about you to begin with. We didn’t have anything to fight for. You’re my friend, I had plenty of those. You think you’re the only one that told me to fall back from it? Huh? This gave me purpose, it gave me a vision for my future, something I ain’t had EVER.”

Kimara looked at Erik with disgust. “You’re a damn dumbass.”

Erik cocked an eyebrow. “You better be glad I know you like that, I don't let anybody talk to me like that no more.”

Kimara stands her ground with him. He really forgot who she was. “I ain't scared of you Erik! You forget that I've known you for years now, I'm not just somebody off the street! I've seen you stressed out for exams, I've seen you dealing with people giving you a hard time for being on scholarship, hell US cuz we Black and they didn't believe us! I get that every year on your father's death date, you get extra distant but you let me in to your little rituals to honor him. That Wakandan chant you'd do? I still know it by heart, hell I said it for you!”

Erik looked at Kimara angrily but not because she was wrong. “Stop talkin bout that shit.”

Kimara steps to him. “What you think you hard now? You think you got everyone figured out, you so damn smart?? But you won’t even let yourself FEEL shit no more, is that what your big plan is? Shooting people up and taking their things, like that’s ever worked for anybody.”

Erik snarls. “Except it has, and I have no problem sending it right back to people.”

Kimara points to the door. “Get the fuck outta my house Erik. I didn’t ask for this bullshit in my face.”

Erik turns his chin up at her. “So you done with me now? Now is when you wanna throw me out? I knew you wasn’t worried about me anyway.” As Erik turned away, Kimara pushes his back to get him to the door quicker.

“You fucking bastard! I wasted my fucking time thinking about you! You can’t get outta your own damn head to realize who cares about you!”

Erik reaches for the doorknob, standing there a moment listening to her wail.

“You could’ve been great here with me! I don’t give a damn how tough you think you are, you aren’t this.”

Kimara grows weak from yelling, crumpling to the floor sobbing. Erik crouches down to her quicker than he meant to. It was instinctual more than anything. “Come on now…”

She holds her hands up. “No! You don’t get it. Whatever those people told you over there isn’t true. You aren’t more of a man for doing this shit, for scarring yourself up, for not caring. You’re not human! You’re not yourself!”

Erik freezes when she says this, something finally clicked in him with what she said. Erik apologizes softly, but Kimara was tired. Tired of crying, tired of fighting, she just wanted her friend, she wanted to be happy and for him to be safe and happy too. Erik just held her in his arms, allowing himself to feel like she kept reminding him to. It hurt worse than getting the scars did and when he broke, Kimara was glad. Looking into his face she finally saw the Erik she always knew, the one that she wanted so much from. The world didn’t trample his soul that day, or any day for the next few weeks following.

Kimara allowed Erik in her heart, something she always fought with herself over because they were such good friends and Erik wasn’t the first person she would assume wanting to settle down. But when he looked at her it seemed so genuine, so pure she couldn’t help but fall into him. And that's what she was kicking herself over on that couch a month later, sore and opening a bottle of pills.

Present Day

When Kimara left the studio, she tried calling Erik but didn’t get an answer. Instead she got a generic text saying he would call her later, in a meeting.

She rolls her eyes and decides to go check on his cousin at the community center. He’s helped Erik through a whole helluva lot of bullshit before so maybe he could listen to hers.

The state of the art facility was amazing to see given what it used to be. Old apartments where crime and drugs ran rampant, now it looked like something you would see downtown in the upscale neighborhoods.

When she got inside, it didn’t take long for her to find T’Challa, crouched and talking to a small child standing next to their mother. The child gives him a hug, which he took genuinely and that’s when he sees Kimara.

“Janae, I will see you next week to work on your long division, ok?” He points to her, thanking her mother at the same time before heading over to Kimara.

“Hello! How are you?” He says to Kimara warmly.

Kimara bounces on her toes. “I’m good T’Challa, you?” They share a church hug. Kimara is so happy she can call T’Challa family, without him, Erik wouldn’t even be there.

T’Challa sighs heavily, putting his hands behind his back. “I’ve been better. I’ve been drowning in chamomile tea and crackers to settle my stomach. American alcohol is horrendous.”

Kimara laughs. “Oh yeah, Erik took you out on the town. Did you have fun at least?”

T’Challa half shrugs, smirking. “It was successful for what the goal was. I met with a young lady there and we may have hit it off. I haven’t contacted her about it yet.”

Kimara’s jaw drops. “Whaaat? You playin with women’s heart now T? I never thought of you as the type.”

T’Challa stutters a bit to find his words. “It wasn’t really….well, Erik just wanted to cheer me up for me and Nakia not being on the best of terms, so-”

“Yeah, that’s how he was in college. One girl doesn’t stop his show.” Kimara rests her hand on the back of her neck, playing with her curls knotting at the nape.

T’Challa looks away, visibly uncomfortable. “But I do intend to call her back, I just don’t want to appear too eager and things.”

Kimara pokes her bottom lip out, bucking her round brown eyes at him. “Aww, now don’t go soft on account of me. I know how guys are, so lemme stop asking about your love life. However, if it ever becomes official, feel free to invite her to hang with us. We can make a double date of it.”

T’Challa nods, smiling humbly. “Of course, that would be delightful. I am glad you stopped by actually, I imagine you’re looking for this anyway.” T’Challa turns on his heels, the tails of his jacket picking up with a flourishing wave as he clicks down the hallway.

Kimara follows behind him confused. “What are you talking about?”

Walking down the halls decorated with projects and works tagged with an ‘A+’ or 100% mark whizzed past them as they approached his office. Opening the doors to his office, his footsteps muffle against the lush carpet to retrieve something out of his desk.

He pulls out a burlap pouch to hand to Kimara proudly. “There. Erik is pretty eager to get started on that regimen so you guys can….have at it!” T’Challa gestures awkwardly shaking his hands about in front of him.

Kimara screws her face up looking from T’Challa to the bag. “But I still don’t….OH! He actually asked you about some erectile, baby juice making bull from you?”

T’Challa’s eyes widen. “You and him never stray much from details, eh?”

Kimara opens the drawstring of the bag. “I’m sorry, I just don’t….what is the shit, T?” Kimara pulls out dried leaves and herbs from the pouch.

T’Challa tuts at her. “Aye aye, put it back! He is supposed to boil some water and put that in a cup and drink it. It’s just a mix of common teas and spices, more of a placebo than a real cure.”

Kimara sighs, closing the bag up and placing a hand on her hip. “So I guess Erik really does wanna have this baby.” She murmur to herself.

T’Challa comes around the front of the desk, leaning against it. “Were you having second thoughts?”

She shakes her head fervently. “No, I want to be a mother more than anything right now which….may be part of our problem. I’m forgetting how to be his partner. We got into a bit of a thing when he had his appointment today. He keeps saying I should slow down with the baby making regimen, and I thought for a second he wasn’t taking things seriously.”

T’Challa gives an empathetic glance, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “Excuse me in advance if I’m getting too personal but Erik has told me only a few things, so I’m not unaware. But I know that Erik has your interests in his heart. He knows this is important to you and it is equally important to him. However, he doesn’t do well with rules and regulation. He likes to make things happen and if it works great, if not, move on to something new. And maybe this is his way of moving on to a new method. But it sounds like he wants to take pressure off of you, like with this herbal method.”

Kimara looks at the bag in her hand, feeling herself relax as she held onto it tightly. “I think you’re right. He’s been getting on my nerves with it but I think he’s just trying to show he cares.”

T’Challa nods. “He does, I’m certain of it.”

Kimara gives T’Challa a grateful hug. “Thank you so much! I’m gonna take this to him. Thanks for your help, I knew I would get what I needed coming to you.”

T’Challa gives her a soft pat on the back before breaking the embrace. “Anytime. You guys are a great pair, he’s lucky to have you.”

“You too. He’s come so far because of...because of you. So even though these are dud teas, it may make things a little more hopeful, who knows.”

T’Challa clutches his chest, looking hurt. “Dud teas? I will tell you those are delicious and very relaxing, if nothing else! Fresh import from Wakandan gardens of the royal palace-”

Kimara yawns. “Yeah yeah, I gotta go home now. Tell Shuri I said hello, and if Nakia give you any trouble…” Kimara boxes the air with weak punches.

T’Challa walks her out giving final goodbyes before making her way home to the man of her life.

Walking into their place, Kimara finds Erik sitting on the couch playing 2K.

“I’m home!” Kimara calls out, kicking off her shoes and jacket. Erik presses a combination of buttons on his controller, grunting as he misses his shot at the basket over and over, losing to the computer.

Kimara climbs over the back of the couch, laying her calves over his chest, warming his neck with her serried thighs. “Erik…” she whines.

Erik remains unconcerned with her presence. “Come on, I’m almost done with this quarter, don’t fuck it up.”

Kimara plays with his head, pushing it side to side before resting her breasts on top of him. “Are you still mad at me?”

“When did I say I was mad at you? I thought you were mad at me?” Erik says, still focused on the game until a loud buzzer makes Kimara jump and Erik tosses the controller on the table in defeat.

“I’m not mad, I was just...upset and assuming shit.” Kimara says softly, massaging his scalp. She feels his shoulders relax under her legs as he strokes them.

“So what problems you tryna work through still?” Erik says deadpan.

“None! We don’t have any.” Kimara says sweetly, feeling hands along his face to scratch his beard. “T’Challa gave me his little love potion stuff…” She dangles the bag in front of his face.

Erik takes it, staring at it in his hands. “Aight, just let me know what time you want me to take this and I’ll be on the way to the bedroom.”

Kimara swings her leg around to slide beside him holding on to his arm. “Erik, you ain’t gotta worry about that!”

Erik looks so tired, looking at Kimara wearily. “I don’t wanna be a reason you feel like you can’t get pregnant. I know you think I’m being childish sometimes but I want a kid just like you. This ain’t been good for us though, how we doin it.”

“I know,” Kimara says, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“And soon as those results from the lab come back, we can talk about other shit, but right now, I got you and I’m good with that.”

Kimara’s heart pounds in her chest, what a lovely man he can be. “You’re the fucking sweetest.”

“So don’t be looking at your phone in bed with that tracker, don’t just fuck me without tryna be sexy about it, and don’t down my manhood in the heat of your anger.”

Kimara rubs his chest. “That was bad of me.”

“Damn right it was. Cuz that ain’t no fucking problem.”

Kimara shakes her head. “Never.”

“I know faking, and THAT ain’t it.”

“It’s impossible for me to fake THAT.” Kimara says, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

“So as a man and as your man, lemme take care of what I gotta do on my own terms. You just keep being cute and fine and smart as you always acting.”

Kimara lays her head across his lap looking up at him. “Never an act babe, I’m all those things and more. Including hungry.”

Erik plays in her wild fro with one hand, the other resting at the base of her throat. “What am I supposed to do about that? You ain’t got hands to dial delivery?”

“Erik! I know you got something in that kitchen, I smelt in soon as I walked in.”

“Yeah, for ME. This a every man for himself house, Ma, you know that.”

“Pleeeease.” Kimara widens her eyes a bit for good measure.

Erik smirks. “You better quit all that for I poke your eye out.”

Kimara scoffs, smacking his stomach as she gets up to look in the oven and pull out a brown paper bag with two containers of penne pasta slathered in marinara meat sauce and melty cheese with the crispy crunchy bread she loves so much.

“You were gonna eat two by yourself, huh?” Kimara quips.

“I can eat a lot more than that, so don’t try me.” Erik calls across the room.

Kimara gets her serving out and practically skips back to the couch to enjoy and watch Erik play his game. Except he still had it on pause.

“So you couldn’t bring mine back witchu?” He asks, voice raising an octave.

Kimara slurps up a stray string of cheese off her fork. “Erik, seriously? I just got in!”

Erik kisses his teeth. “Ok, lemme have a bite of yours.”

“Uh uh! Get your lazy self up and get your own!” Kimara kicks her feet up at him, scarfing another bite.

Erik doesn’t take no for an answer, pushing her legs to one side pinning her. “Gimme some!”

“No! You’re gonna make me drop it!” Kimara squeals, barely holding onto the aluminum container.

Erik just opens his mouth open coming closer and closer to her face. “You gonna spit on me, close your mouth!”

Erik guides his mouth to her fork and she hesitantly puts it in his mouth. He dramatically pauses to savor the flavor, chewing slowly. “Mm! Damn that’s good.”

Kimara rolls her eyes. “Can you get off me now?”

Erik nods, swallowing. “Yeah, just lemme have some bread and-”

“NIGGA IF YOU DON’T GO!” Kimara squirming under him.

Erik takes the container from her hand setting it on the table. “Chill I gotta digest now.” Erik proceeds to open her legs up laying his head against her chest, snuggling in her womanly comforts. Kimara is lowkey seething when all she wants is some damn dinner, but in reality it had been a while since they had been this playful with each other. Putting her needs aside, she takes the time to enjoy his weight on her, his heartbeat on her stomach, the warmth in between her.

“Sing me somethin.” He mumbles in her titties.

That night and every night following for the next two weeks were grand. Kimara hadn’t felt that kind of love for Erik in a length of time she would be embarrassed to admit. It felt like they were dating all over again and she would’ve loved for that to have stayed that way, but then his results came back and her worries erupted all over again.

Part 4

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