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Summertime Magic (IV)

A/N: In this chapter, we get more moments from the Black Thick Reader and N’Jadaka and they go run errands and literally spend the rest of the day together... BUT they bump into a little bit of problems along the way. (Bold and Ictalized are links to click on)

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WARNING: Lots of fluffiness, weed and alcohol use and some angst.

Song Recommendation: Crush by Yuna ft. Usher

Y/N was finishing up her last client when the AC blew cool air into the room. She was touching up his twenty two inch ombre dreads along with a tapered fade. He was one of the guys who followed N’Jadaka and saw what he posted about her work. This exact customer was the sixth one that day and she was up until six am, just doing hair back to back. Despite being exhausted, she was thankful because N’Jadaka promoted her so well. Once she was done with his hair and left, she counted all her money and smiled at how much she had made; eight hundred dollars even. She placed it all in her wallet when she got an interrupted call; she smiled at the name. “Hey, Daka.”

“Hey, Baby Girl. What you doing right now”, he asked and it sounded like the wind was around his speaker. “Nothing, I was about to go and deposit this money at this bank and hit Target. Some sales are going on and I wanna catch them”, she told him as she grabbed her house keys and fixed her golden yellow body con dress. All of a sudden, she heard a honk on his end and outside of her door. When she peeked through the curtains, she saw N’Jadaka’s truck parked outside of her house. She still had the phone to her ear when she opened the door. “Seriously, Daka”, she asked and heard his deep chuckle.

She hung up making her way to the passenger side, leaning in the window. “You do know I have my own car right,” she asked him making him smile. “You know, I don’t care right”, he mocked her. “Now, get ya cute ass in the car so I can be a generous muthafucka”, he said. She rolled her eyes and got in; they were off. Her window was still down with her arm out making waves against the wind. When she looked at Daka, he was already watching her. “Why are you staring at me” is what came from her lips. “No reason. You just look good. I like that color on you”, he added. Y/N blushed as soon as she looked away. “Which bank we going to anyways?”

“Chase”, she said and he nodded, still looking ahead at the road. “So, how you sleep” she heard and she said “fine, how about you?” He shrugged and admitted, “barely. I have insomnia. I would only sleep for, like, an hour then wake up. Been like that for a while.” She looked over at him and saw how sad his demeanor had gotten. “Must be hard”, she asked with her arm rested beside his. N’Jadaka looked over at her with soft eyes then back to the road. “Becomes natural when you have dealt with it for as long as I did.”

“For how long?”

“Shiiii, since I was like ten....maybe. I think”, N’Jadaka thought out loud. Y/N watched as he drove and noticed his hand close to hers. When her hand inched closer to his, the car came to a stop and he looked at her. “You should be glad this is my bank too. I gotta go in anyways.” He hopped out and so did she but when she did, he looked her up and down. “What I do”, she asked as his arms folded. “Baby Girl, did you hop out the car without me opening the door for you?” She nodded as he walked over. “I don’t know what kind of niggas you hang out with but when you with me, you don’t get to touch doors. Got it?” She said, “yes, Daka.” She walked ahead of him and he opened the doors into the bank.

The manager noticed them walking and walked over. “Ms. Y/L/N, good to see you again, young lady. How is your father doing?” They shook and Y/N stood back. “He’s getting there. Still a long process but he’s a fighter.” The woman nodded, agreeing. “Yes, well he is in my prayers.”

“Thank you. How are the twins by the way? I haven’t seen them since they were about to graduate.”

“Yes, yes. Thanks again for doing their hair. You did so well. Everyone loved it,” the manager gave a huge smile before asking “so, what brings you two in today.” Y/N looked back at N’Jadaka and said: “well, I’m depositing more money into my accounts.” The woman smiled and said, “that’s great and you have the deposit checkbook I gave you right.” Y/N held it up and said: “yes, ma’am.” N’Jadaka and Y/N stood in the long line when N’Jadaka asked “what wrong with ya pops?”

“He had arthritis in his back and knees. Had it for as long as I can remember.”

“Awe damn. I’m sorry, Baby Girl.”

“It’s okay. He a black man, he’s tough as hell.” N’Jadaka nodded and looked straight ahead. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why you do hair in your house again?” She looked back at him as his eyes waited for her answer. “Well, I can’t afford it right now. I’m saving it and I, at least, need like five g’s or more. There is this cute vacant spot in the Crenshaw Plaza by Baskin Robbins that I’ve been looking at. It’s perfect because no one else can afford it but not me. I’m almost there.” N’Jadaka noticed Y/N’s beaming smile when she continued to talk about her place. When she stopped, he said “you have some bomb ass idea. Real shit, you got it, Baby Girl.”

"Thank you, Daka. That really means a lot. I can’t wait to have my own shop. Just not sure what to name it. Maybe something like ‘Naturals’ with for z’s at the end. My mom likes that name.”

“Does have a ring to it. It would catch my eye” he said as the line got shorter: it was now Y/N’s turn. She looked back at him while he looked around like a little kid. She went ahead and deposited her money to get out the way. Once they were done, they pulled into the Target parking lot; N’Jadaka opened her door. They walked in, grabbed a cart and began shopping as she red her shopping list on her phone. “Okay, so I need towels, shampoo, conditioner, more rubber bands, and clips, rubbing alcohol, witch hazel and some other shit.” N’Jadaka trailed behind her as she walked through aisles and all.

“Y/N after we done over here, I need to hit the food section for our movie night.”

“Movie Night? When did we talk about this?”

“Last night, woman. When I told you to keep the leftovers for me.”

She stopped and his chest collided with her back after the unexpected pause. “Daka, you didn’t say anything about dinner AND the movie.” He placed his hands beside hers on the cart pushing it slowly, making her walk again. “Well, we can’t just sit there, staring at each other and eat. That would be weird as hell.” His broad chest was still flushed against hers. The heat that radiated from him must have transferred to her chore. His hands covered hers as they pushed together; she couldn’t help but smile at the moment. All of a sudden, she noticed he was reaching for the items she read off. His finger pointed to one shampoo and he asked: “Which one?”

“The, uh, Pantene. The one with the gold markings on it. Can you get the conditioner too, with the pumps”, she said as he reached for the bottles while she watched. His smooth bicep was flexed under his short sleeve white tee. He placed them in the cart and they kept it pushing. Throughout the beauty aisle, he grabbed for the items when she told him which ones to get. He stayed as close as possible as strangers either awed, looked in confusion or in disgust. Y/N didn’t care for the unwanted attention but she didn’t mind being this to him.

They finally went to the grocery area and he looked over the options. “I’ve been cravings sweets like a muthafucka lately. What you like, Baby Girl”, he asked and she looked up at him. “Well, I like cupcakes and all. But I’m not sure. Do you wanna really ruin your physique?” He chuckled and told her “girl, these muscles ain’t going nowhere trust me” as he moved his pecs against her skin. He grabbed desserts such as brownies, those soft sugar cookies, and cupcakes. “Aight, little one. What you wanna drink? Lead the way”, he announced but his hands still on hers. They pushed the cart to the beverage section and she nodded towards the pineapple juice and Coke.

“Are you tryna drink, drink tonight? ‘Cause those are chasers”, he mentioned and she shrugged in response. “Shit, I’m down if you are but since we in this bougie ass Target they don't liquor in here. So, we can go by the liquor store we met at on our way back.” They grabbed some candy and popcorn, soon finished up and were in the self check out; her eyes stared at the total. “Holy fuck”, she said to herself as she pulled out her debit card but saw N’Jadaka pull out money. “What are you doing”, she asked. “Whatchu mean? It’s on me.”

“No, it’s not. I got it.”

“No, I do.”

“Daka?”

“Baby Girl?”

She stood with her hand on her hips and he folded his arms when an older black woman passed by. “Y’all are so cute. Reminds me of me and my husband.” Y/N giggled and spoke to the woman. “Oh, ma’am we-”

“Thank you, ma’am. My girl always wanna fight though”, he said and Y/N looked at him with a brow up. “She never wants me to pay for anything. I’m just tryna be a good man to my lady, dat’s all.” The lady looked over her glasses to Y/N and said “let him treat cha, baby. There is a lot of young men outchea that don’t even pay attention. Let him handle it”; with that, she walked away. Y/N still stood there when he poked her arm so she can move a little, paying the total and grabbing the bag before walking away. He looked back at her and yelled “you betta bring ya ass or you gotta catch that musty ass Metro”; she followed behind.

They pulled into the parking lot as she looked to him. “You coming in with me or you staying here”, she asked and he looked over handing her $50. “You won’t be long. ima just chill here and wait. Stay outta trouble, young lady. Don’t make me have to kill a nigga”, he lectured her, wagging his finger; she laughed and hopped out. When she entered the store, the sound of the ding sound if it was going out. Y/N placed a hand cart on her arm as she looked up and down the aisles. She thought of making her amazing slushes for tonight since it was hotter more than usual. She switched slightly when she got to the alcohol section, grabbing rum and Jack Daniels. All of a sudden, she felt a strong arm wrap around her shoulders.

“Thought you was staying in the car” she taunted but she felt like something wasn’t right; this arm wasn’t like Daka’s at all. She turned to see a man she never wanted to see again. “What up, doll,” he said with a gapped smile. He had burnt umber skin, brown eyes with braids in a creative pattern across his scalp. He wore a Dodgers baseball jersey wide open to show his toned chest, dark denim jeans, and Vans. She looked around and pushed his arm off, walking the other way. “What you want Rodney”, she said flinging open the freezer door trying to keep him away as she looked closer at the drink section. “You lookin’ good, Y/N. I see you done lost a little weight”, he said as he watched her bend down, grabbing a small bag of ice.

She took a deep breath and looked him up and down as she stood up. “I see ya head got fatter”, she threw at him as she walked down an aisle with him following behind. “I see you still got jokes. How you been”, he asked with hands in pockets. “Fine, now go away”, she said looking at random items to keep her eyes away from him. Rodney was her first boyfriend but what he did was unforgivable. Rodney continued to follow her, watching with a careful eye. “C’mon, girl. You not gonna say you miss me like I miss you.” She rolled her eyes and placed her right hand on her hip turning to him with a stern look. She had to admit he was a handsome son of a bitch but his attitude was the worse.

“Yeah, I know exactly why you miss me”, she mentioned with a rose brow. He chuckled with a step closer and leaned into her face with a smile. “Yeah, and why you think I miss yo cute ass?” She walked her fingers up his chest then pulled his head down. “Because whoever you with now, done fucked up ya shit”, she said before she pushed his head back and walking to the counter. He made his way over and pulled out his money. “I got ya, ma.”

“Too late. Already paid for”, she said grabbing her bag and making her way to the front door to notice N’Jadaka getting out and leaning against the front. She felt Rodney grab her hand and she yanked it looking back at him, disgusted. “Y/N, I do miss you. There I said it.” She looked out to see Daka looking inside with his hands folded in front of him. Rodney followed her glance and instantly felt heated but kept his cool. N’Jadaka watched Rodney through the glass in the same spot. Y/N started to walk and looked back at him, saying “keep missing me.”

She finally walked out and N’Jadaka leaned against her door. “Who was that?” Rodney walked out, hands in pockets and eyes on them as he walked away. Y/N noticed N’Jadaka watching him and made him look at her. “A mistake.” N’Jadaka nodded before opening her door and heard something behind him. “He ain’t got shit on me, ma! Never have! Have never will! And don’t fa get that shit!!!” N’Jadaka noticed her trying to get out but he leaned against the door. “Wassup, cuh?! You talkin’ a lot of shit for yo punk ass to be walking away! Could have said that shit back here! Don’t get fucked up, ol’ bummy ass nigga!!!”

“Daka, can we go,” Y/N asked and N’Jadaka looked back at her. “Say please”, he told her with a smirk. “Can we pleeeeease go”; he sighed and walked over to his side. Soon, he pulled into her driveway and looked at her before getting out and opening her door. “Go ahead in. I’ll bring all the shit in.” Before she could disagree, he looked at her and playful shooed her away. She went to open the door and slid out her sandals. She tossed her hair into a high ponytail, instantly feeling cool. Y/N made her into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass and poured some iced tea, sipping from the cool glass with closed eyes.

“You not gonna pour me some”, she heard which made her jump. She turned to see N’Jadaka sitting her counter. “Wh-when did you come in here” fell from her lips in a timid voice. “Like a minute ago. You didn’t hear me”, he questioned her with a smirk on his lips. “Of course not, butt munch. You scared the shit outta me”, she explained to him as she grabbed another cup for him. She poured him some as he put the groceries up. She started to think about Rodney and what he had done to her. Humiliation? Torture? Heartbreak? Or all the above? “Baby Girl? Baby Girl?”

She looked up at him as he stopped her from pouring the drink. It had got on the counter, dripping to the ground. He rung out a dish towel to clean up and got another to dry. “You aight? You just spacing out and shit”; his tone, as if he was concerned but she just nodded. “Yeah, I just need a drink,” she said before turning her back to get her blender and plugging it in. “What yo cute ass finna make”, he wondered out loud leaning on his hands, watching her. “I am making some adult icees. A little this and a little that.” She grabbed the ice, alcohol, and chasers. “You seem like a Jack and Coke guy. So I’ll call this one..” She looked to him and back to the blender. “All Hail the King.” He nodded and folded his arms. “That shit is smooth. Teach me how to make it then.”

“Aight. First, we need 3/4 of Jack Daniels then we get a cup of Coca Cola.” She began pouring then grabbed a cup of ice putting it in next. “Now, we just blend”, she announced while looking at him with a smirk. She grabbed two tall mason jars and grabbed the gummies she grabbed at the liquor store with a straw. “This is extra but I like this touch though. Now you can just throw them in or placed them neatly around.” She placed the Coke bottle-shaped gummies neatly for him to see and placed the straw in the middle of both glasses. She poured the drink inside and handed him the glass before sipping hers.

He placed his lips in the straw as Y/N watched. Once he tasted the drink, he smacked his lips to inquire about the taste. He side-eyed her round face and looked straight ahead. “It’s aight,” he said before sipping the drink again. He looked at Y/N pouted lips and said “I’m fucking with you. It’s fire as fuck. You know what would be good?”

“What?”

“Jack and Coke floats. Now, that shit would be A1 for real for real.”

She agreed and placed her drink down. “Lemme get these leftovers out so I can warm this chicken up.” She grabbed the huge bag of food from the fridge. Sheila had packed a ton of food for them which was like a family dinner for the holidays. Containers were filled with mac and cheese, potato salad, fried chicken, greens and cornbread; her mouth was almost drooling. Y/N pulled out a baking dish and sprayed with cooking oil, place the chicken on top then setting it in the oven; N’Jadaka watched her in confusion. “Why not put it in the microwave?”

“Because if you put fried chicken the microwave, it’ll get all nasty and soggy but when you put in the oven, it gets all nice and crispy. You can thank me later”, she said standing up. She was getting self-conscious as it got hotter and decided to do the best. “I’m about to hop in the shower. The guest bathroom is down the hall on your left and feel free to anything. I’ll be back out in like ten minutes.”

“Bet” and with that, she walked to her bedroom’s bathroom to bathe. She slipped out her previous dress (along with underwear) and threw them in the basket before stepping into the warm water. She asked Alexa to play her mellow playlist and Yuna started to play. Y/N began exfoliating out of habit and bathed in her Shea Moisture Black Soap. Before she stepped out, she rubbed her body in baby oil. She stepped out to get dressed when she peeked her head through the door to check on Daka; he sat on the couch with his arms resting on the back of it. After closing the door back, she looked for a pair of boy shorts and her old hockey jersey her dad gave her back in high school. It was loose on her since her weight loss even though she still had a pouch and some fluffiness.

She slipped it on and put her locs in a neat bun on top of her head before walking out to the kitchen, checking the chicken. “How was your shower”, N’Jadaka asked walking to the island. “It was great. Looks like chicken is ready. You want everything, Daka”, she asked as she got an oven and pulled the tray out. “Yeah, I want everything”. She noticed his voice was deeper and sinful to her ears. Maybe it was just the alcohol, she thought. She turned to him and he was just watching her, sipping the rest of his drink. Soon, she was done warming up the food that needed to be and put their plates together. “So, what you wanna watch? I got Hulu and Netflix.”

“Nah, they just got the same shit. I noticed you got a nice DVD collection over in the corner.” They sat next to one another on the couch and she sipped from her cup as he watched; she noticed. “You okay”, she asked and he pouted, playfully, towards her drink. “Do you want me to make you another one?” He nodded as she giggled and got up. Once she was done with making the drink, she walked over with blender in hand and noticed something. “Daka?” No answer. “Daka? I know yo butt can hear me.”

“Wassup, baby girl.” He was in the corner looking at the DVDs again. “Daka, where is my drink?” He shrugged as she placed the blender down and turned him around; he was sipping the drink with one hand looking at her. “Daka?! That was minnnnneeeeee”, she pouted and folded her arms. He used his opposite hand to place on her back bringing her chest to chest. “Me sorry. It’s just so damn good. I couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me”, he asked but she still pouted with her brows pushed in. He kissed her forehead softly then both her cheeks. “Forgive me”, he asked again and she said “fine. Better be glad I made enough for both of us.” She walked over to the couch to pour the drinks as N’Jadaka grabbed a few DVDs.

“Chose something, yet?” He placed the disc in and Y/N smiled at the intro music.

You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it.

He bopped his shoulders, dancing side to side. She smiled shaking her head and slipping into the kitchen to rinse out the blender. All of a sudden, she felt him dancing against her back, pelvic thrusting her behind. She pushed her backside up against him that made him step back but he wrapped his arms around her waist as they went back to the couch. An hour or so into the movie, they were finished with their food and watching comfortable silence. “Ebony is one trifling bitch. Like she cute but she ain’t got shit on Diamond”, Y/N said and he agreed. “Don’t fa get about her nigga though. Grimy ass nigga. Like he could have fucked anyone else but her fuckin’ family. Nah that’s that bull shit I can’t fuck with.”

“So, you never would cheat?”

“Never have. Never will.”

“So, lets say if we were together and Kesha had to stay here, you wouldn’t try and fuck her?”

“Who dat?” She looked at him and said “the girl I was with when we first met.” He laughed out loud and wiped his fake tear. “Nah, Baby Girl. She ain’t my type.”

“Then what is your type?”; no answer. Y/N was leaning on her arm with her legs resting on the couch as he sat in his original position. He looked over at his hand and noticed it was close to her but he left it be. Then, the best part came on; the dressing room fight scene and N’Jadaka & Y/N sat closer but still apart. He hissed as Diamond landed the last punch. “Got that bitch good as fuck. Pretty and can hold it down”, he added with a single clap. The movie ended and they decided to make it an Ice Cube movie night. Next up was Friday and they sat closer but still in the same poses. “Aye, baby girl? Is it okay if I smoke in here?” She gave him the okay and he started rolling. His part was about to come in a few minutes when he looked over at her with hooded eyes. “Do you smoke”?

“Never had.”

Right when the part came on, she heard the TV along with an echo and N’Jadaka passing her a blunt. “I know you don't smoke weed, I know this, but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.” She looked at him and took the blunt gently from his fingers. She sucked in then held it in her system like he told her to do. She held it in so it could get in her lungs and blew it throw her nose; impressing him. “Good. Good job, rookie.” Hours later and now watching Next Friday, they sat there talking and laughing; all the snacks and desserts he bought earlier with Jack and Coke floats made were on the table in front of them. Y/N’s favorite part came on and she giggled as she pretended along with the character. “Mister Nasty Time”, she giggled and heard N’Jadaka reciting the uncle’s part as well.

N’Jadaka’s came on and he looked to Y/N who still looked at the screen. The part was about to play when N’Jadaka grabs her arm as they stood. Getting in character and he held his finger gun to her temple making her snickering with her hands up.

“Little mothafucka trying to rob me. I'mma show you how I do 'em.”

“I ain’t tryna rob you...”

They kept this going until the fight scene and he tackled her onto the couch, making her giggling and surrender. Before you know it, they had smoked another blunt and the Jack was all gone. They were sitting just like before but knee to knee and his hand caressing her arm. Y/N can feel N’Jadaka’s arm pulling her in around her shoulder His other callused hand fell onto his lap. That’s when she heard it from his lips. “Put your leg on me so you can be more comfortable. Looks like your leg gonna fall asleep”; she did so and he was right. He wrapped his arm around her neck and she placed her head on top of his chest. As he rubbed her shoulder through her top, his fingertips made circles against her calf and up her knee, finally to her thigh. He kissed her forehead and she looked up to his eyes. They looked at each other with a grin, his fingers caressed her lips, lips inching closer to hers until...

“Girl, I can’t believe this shit” they heard from the door and looked up, heads turned to the direction. It was Kesha who used her copy of the key, walking in unannounced. She was wearing a yellow tube top, bamboos and her box braids were in a low ponytail. She wore jean shorts with sandals and a grey flannel around her waist. She turned to see the couple on the couch and her eyes went to her best friend’s face. “My bad, best friend. I didn't know we had company.” N’Jadaka set back looking at her as Y/N said “we don’t. I do. Shay, yo ass don’t live here.”

“Then, why I got a key then?”

“In case of emergencies”, she said as she leaned back. Shay rolled her eyes and sat in the armchair on Y/N’s other side. “So, what y’all doing up in here?”

“Shay, what are you doing up in here”, Y/N asked making Daka chuckle looking at the screen. “Never mind since you look all booed up shit. That can wait”, Shay told her as she folded her arms watching the screen. Y/N looked at him and said: “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long, Baby Girl. Ima keep ya seat warm.”

She got up and looked at her best friend, nodding to her bedroom door. When they got in, Shay looked at Y/N leaning against the door with low eyes. “Best friend, are you high?”

“What’s wrong, Shay?”

“I asked you first.”

“Bitch, don’t kill my vibe. Bitch, don’t kill my vibe”, Y/N sung then laughed and held her friend in place. “I’m kidding, geez. Aight, tell me wassup.” Shay sat on Y/N’s bed and rubbed her temples. “A bitch almost got jumped.” Y/N was still high but wanted to go off. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand vibe killed.” She sat next to Shay and leaned behind her with her arms. “By who?”

“Girl, that is a wholeee story, sis. So, I was at Ricky’s house and we getting it in. I mean, like, my knee caps are to my ear and he digging in my shit. Right when we about to set it off, he stops and runs in they bathroom. I’m laying there like ‘what the fuck’ then I hear a slam and shuffling outside the door. Sandra in that bitch, rolling deeper that muthafucka. Looking like she brought the whole family. It was like a quinceanera in that bitch. I had to lock the bedroom door and hurry up and get dressing. I dead ass was finna hop out the window until I looked and there's more of them. I’m like ‘ell nah’ so I’m thinking fast. I peek through the keyhole to see they was going in they kitchen so I ran into the other bathroom. Right across the way. I see a bar of soap on the sink and hear the El Chapo Clan bust into the bedroom and Sandra was like ‘where that black bitch at, Ricky!?’ Then, I threw the soup at the kitchen window. I hear everyone running in and I made a run for it through the window and gunned it.”

She looked at Y/N when didn’t hear a reaction; her arm was under her chin with a smirk on her face. “You should have known. This the same nigga that was fuckin’ bitches left and right gettin’ them pregnant and shit. Ricky ain’t good for not a damn thing and yo ass fall for it.” Shay leaned on her friend’s shoulder with a pout. “Can I stay in the extra bedroom? They might be looking for my ass.”

“Sure. Ya clothes are still in there, too. You need a good bath and some sleep”, she hugged her best friend and kissed her cheek. “Now, lemme go finish watching this movie with my guest.” They left the room and Shay said “goodnight, y’all. Take care of my girl, brotha man.”

“She in good hands”, he said over his shoulder. He had another blunt in his hand half gone when Y/N sat back down. “Everything okay”, he asked her as she got back in the pose she was in before. “Yeah, just drama as usual. You good?” He passed her the blunt and nodded; she took a hit and passed back to him. “Nah, that’s all yours, Baby Girl.” She kissed his cheek and took another hit. “Friday After Next?”

“Sure is.” They sat there eating all the snacks and laughing at the movie, reciting lines and all.

The next morning, Y/N had her back against the arm of the couch with her head resting on the back. She opened her eyes to the mess on the table and the screen now black. Her leg was wrapped around something as her hand rested in other that felt like soften wool. When she looked down, she saw a sleeping N’Jadaka. His head was on her chest, both arms wrapped her waist and long legs rested on the other armest. Her eyes were still half open and she noticed her hand was massaging his scalp the entire time their bodies intertwined together. She grinned and closed her eyes again before she heard him stop snoring. “You up, baby girl”, he asked in a raspy voice with still shut eyes and she answered “kinda”, eyes closed as well. He asked “breakfast?”

“Denny’s or iHop?”

“Nah, Roscoe’s.” Y/N moved a little still with eyes shut and said “okay, just give me a few more....”; they had drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake back up until three hours later.

And. I. OOp. Things are getting a little more interesting...ooooooo. So, I wanted to do a little more cute N’Jadaka with some angst but the next chapter is going to be too cute to handle. Also, I am doing three parts (five chapters each) so the next chapter will be the final for this part :(. But do not worry because I am making a separate master for this so be on the look out. I’m gonna got to working on the new ish and paint. Okay. Baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii.

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Sweet Thang (M’Baku/Black Chubby Reader) pt.4

Black girl Reader is a baker and Erik’s sister. As Suddenly as he vanished, your adopted brother, Erik appears and takes you away to the fantasy land of Wakanda he’s always told you about ad there you find a new part of yourself, a new family and a new love

You had plans today.

You actual had some plans today.

You got up around 7 got dressed in a sweatshirt, jean shorts and sandles, you were gonna bake a pie and meet with Erik at noon about going back home. It had been three weeks already and you were ready to go back home and to your shop.

Then you fucked up. Honestly, you had brought it on yourself. You were throwing it back while boiling a fruit filling on the stove after all. Every evening for the past three weeks you've been here, M'Baku has come down to both get some sweets and sweet talk you.

You knew he could show up any moment but when those violin came up on your playlist and the hypnotizing tag "Cash Money records taking over from 99 to da 2000's"- it was blasphemy not bounce ya ass.

"Girl you looks good, won't you back that ass up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up? Call me big daddy when you back that ass up Hoe who is you playing with? Back that ass up Girl you looks good, won't you back that ass up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up?

You bounce along as you put your hand on your knees and only a few inches from the stove your start to twerk, tongue out and all cares thrown out the window. You rock your hips, shake your ass, jiggle your thighs and stir together the mixed berries. The classic song drowned out the opening of the kitchen door. M'Baku stops in his tracks and leans against the door, too he was hypnotized as you dance, sing and cook and his attraction swells more for you.

You turn around to drop down lower and gasp to see the Mountain Man standing there.

"M'Baku!" you call loudly with nervous laughter. In ignorance you sit your hand a bit to close the hot stove and burn your fingertips.

"Dammit" you hiss and bring your hand close to your chest. M'Baku quickly makes his way over, takes your pot off the lit stove top and turns off the stove.

"Are you okay?" he ask taking your hands and inspecting your finger tips. You feel heat under your skin as his hands engulfs yours, he a bit too close.

"It's fine, I just need to run them under some cool water." you nervously sputter and M'Baku frowns.

"Are you sure? I have a salve of Jabari sap that could treat it.” he worries, making you giggle and smile at him.

"It really is fine, I don't need you to kiss every boo boo I got, we'd be here all day if we did." you joke. A look of mischief spreads across M'Baku's face and he brings your hand close to his face.

"Well I'd have to start now, wouldn't I?" he teases before kissing your hands, trailing his lips up from your singe finger tips and to the under side of your wrist, your toes curl and you break out into a cheek-hurting, fluster smile.

"Yea...I...um, my shoulder! Yeah, they are sore from lifting the flour bags." you say hesitantly. Just as slowly, M'Baku slides forward until your at his chest, his arms around your waist and his juicy, soft lips start peppering kisses on your skin.

"My-my neck! I got a crick in it" and you shudder when he vibrates a laugh against your skin but quietly moan as he quickly finds a spot on the side of throat to suck. With some courage left, your hands climb up to grip onto his big biceps. You throw your head back some more so he now moves kisses all over the tender skin.

"Baku..." you moan as he hands start to massage up from your plump waist, under your shirt and his firm fingers massaged your sides and brushed against the swell of your breast.

He comes up from your neck and you two share a fleeting glance before crashing your lips into another. You throw your hands around the back of his neck for balance. M’Baku moans into you mouth and you gasp as he slides the dirty mixing bowls from the counter to the floor before picking you up and placing you on it. The few moments that you two separate he takes in the surprise and arousal on your face with a confidant stride.

Soon you two are making out again, M'Baku body between your legs and taking that pleasure filled pressure of your big thighs wrap tightly around his waist and his semi-hard print makes you laugh a bit wildly between the smack of yall's lips.

"I'd came here to ask you for a picnic-" you shut him up for a moment by kissing him deeply and licking you tongue over his.

"It's a yes, now shut up."

"Excuse me, I need to get the milk." Nakia interrupts, you quickly push M'Baku aside and stand, looking wide eyed to be caught by the watchdog.

"Oh, Nakia!" you laugh nervously and heat fills your skin at her smirk.

"We were just leaving. We have an outing, yes" M'Baku says smugly, wrapping his arms over your shoulder.

"Yeah! Lets go." you say and hurry out with him Nakia can't help but laugh as you two leave, before helping herself to the pie filling you left on the stove.

🥧🥧🥧

"There, that’s where my people live." M'Baku says as he points over the many people below and to the white tops of the Jabari Mountains. You hum and look over the various finger foods that M'Baku had made for the picnic.

"I see some snow! Do you guys go sledding up there?" you ask and M'Baku nods as he pops a grape in his mouth.

"Of course! We have races even, Although it's more for the children."

"Well, I wanna go sledding. Does that make me a child?" you joke.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, but to be a child at heart is a great thing for a chieftess to have." he comments. You pause in eating a chicken Kebabs and hit his shoulder playfully.

"M'Baku! I'm no chief. I'm a baker." you say and he shrugs

"Well if agree to court me, I can change that." he says and you roll your eyes but look back over towards his home.

"No....I don't think I have the skill. Just because you like me and we may take this a bit further than making out in the kitchen then eating a picnic. I'm not right to lead your people. You said you guys are traditionalist, well I own a bakery and I've never fought a day in my life, I enjoy technology and a lot of other stuff that will rub your people the wrong way." you explain and M'Baku hums, then places his hand on top of yours.

"I love the traditions of my people, but....I think things will be changing soon. Brother T'Challa is the first king in hundreds of years to included the Jabari in council. He's the first king to show the world the true strength of Wakanda and I see that I'll need to help lead my people become more in Wakanda. And being with you sound like a good first step. I know my mother will love you, the past women I've courted she's warned to throw off a cliff because they wanted my status or handouts but I feel your humbleness, the way you hid your beauty but show your kindness."

You flush and curl your toes as he rambles admiration about you. You bite you lip then give him a quick peek on the lips to shut him up.

"Stop." you say and try to pull away. M'Baku chuckles and pulls you back in for another kiss.

"I want some sugar." he flirts and you roll your eyes and snuggle up closer, turning your head and letting him peek kisses on your cheek and ear.

"You corny as hell." 🥧🥧🥧 Erik watched you and M'Baku in the gardens from the balcony of throne room above. He frowned and was ready to knock M'Baku out. Erik was just another overprotective older brother and made Nakia and Okoye chuckle from the spot they watched.

"She is a grown adult Erik." Nakia teased and Erik scowled at her.

"Nah she's my little sister, no nigga, especially that gorilla nigga from the mountains, deserves her. We are leaving soon anyway. I got in contact with some old friends in Cali and I got some tips on whose tracking me and I'm getting a less obvious safe house set up for her." Erik says and Okoye frowns.

"Does T'Challa know of this? Actually does Y/n know of this" the general asks and Erik rolls his eyes.

"Yeah cuzzo knows, he isn't fully on board but if I'm not the one to take them out, ain't no one gonna take em out. I gotta clean up my mess." Erik confesses but the general doesn't give him slack.

"Does Y/n know?" she asks again, more slowly and Erik kisses his teeth.

"She don't need to know all that. It's fine, she do what I'll say." and with that Erik leaves out and leaving the two women to shake their heads in disbelief.

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curls-and-crosses · 6 years

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I'mma need some more thicc/plus size black reader bp fics...that shit...

Just yes.

#mbaku x reader #erik killmonger x reader #t'challa x reader #erik killmonger x plus size reader

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geminimoonbeamx · 7 years

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Tell me all you know about Wakanda cause I'm obsessed lol

I want to learn as much about Wakanda as I can. I'm playing with the idea of writing a story where the reader would be immersed in the country, but I want know as much as I can about the country first. I've read a bunch online, and I know when I watch BP I'll pick up more, but for now I feel like I just don't know enough. So if you guys have any knowledge(from the comics, etc) or anything and you feel like helping a sister out, leave it in the comments. I'd really appreciate it💛

#wakanda #t'challa #black panther #marvel #mcu #future #bucky barnes x plus size reader #Bucky Barnes

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mariahthelioness29 · 3 years

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NURTURING A FRIENDSHIP

( Maintaining Friendships pt.2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Plus Size Reader

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: SMUT (nasty but loving), slight degradation, unprotected sex, drug use, mentions of alcohol

Please if you are a minor do not interact, due to the themes of this fic, this story is 18+

A/N: Here it is a part 2 as promised hope you like it.

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Bucky called you a few times after your lunch with him.

You texted him the address of the restaurant, with 7:00 p.m

You have facetimed ever since he got an iPhone and Bucky likes it when you send him pictures of you.

Today you have been extremely busy, with meetings and finally, you picked the phone and saw a message from Bucky.

“Where is my daily picture ?, Bucky texted you

“Very bold from the man, who was walking with a flip phone a couple of days ago”, you texted back

“Good Afternoon to you too”, you send him.

Bucky sends you a voice message “Jesus, having a flip phone is a capital sin in Wakanda or something?”, He laughs “Good afternoon, doll, how’s work ?”

“I mean it’s prehistoric, busy a lot of meetings today” you replied via text.

Bucky licks his lips and shakes his head.

He takes a picture of him shirtless with a cute smile and sends it to you.

Wish you were here, I could distract you from work, take a break, he texts.

“ Who taught you to send thirst traps ?", you text him laughing seeing the pic.

“ Isn’t this what people do to woo each other nowadays?, give me a break I’m trying”

“Is it working ?”, he texts you

You look at the pic and sink your teeth on your bottom lip.

“It is, but in person it's so much better, the pictures don’t do you justice”, you replied.

He sends another voice message.

You put on your headphones giddy for his reply.

“For fucks sake, you can’t say shit like that and not be here”

“What ?”, “Are you that desperate that my words are reeling you, horny dog”., you replied

You don’t know how the conversation changed from PG to NSFW, but is a welcome change after almost a week of you keeping it cute.

“Yes”, he texted

Oh, yeah? be a good boy and show me with a video, get to it”, you order him via text

You read your papers, with the anticipation of the video in the back of your mind.

Bucky sighed “fuck”, he has never sent a picture or a video of himself like that, but he trusts you so he manages to put the phone on the nightstand against the lamp to take a video, he presses record.

After a couple of minutes, You hear your cell vibrate and there it is.You open the video.

He frowned in concentration, figuring out if the camera was recording or not

“Is this thing recording ? he wonders out loud

oh yeah it is, the minutes are ticking”, he confirms to himself

He sits on the bed. He smiled at the camera, feeling his heartbeat out of his chest.

‘For my best girl”, he winks to the camera, trying to hide his nerves.

He took himself out of his shorts, spit on his hand, and began to stroke himself slow, sighing, mouth slightly agape, his head tilted to the side until he was fully hard.

‘F-fuck”, he stuttered

“I have never done this”, he breathes out, pumping himself fast with his vibranium hand.

He groans and moans, squeezing himself, rolling his hips into his hand.

“I can’t wait for the day, you let me inside again, I have never forgotten how you felt wrapped around me, it’s like heaven on earth”, Bucky confessed with a strangled voice in between his high pitch dragged out moans. He keeps teasing his tip with his thumb while jerking off.

You feel yourself getting wet, because of his words and moans.

His dick so thick and long, and the red tip, shining with precum.

You bite your lips, mouth-watering at the sight of him jerking himself for you.

Your breathing is now deep and a little erratic, your nipples are hard against your bra.

“Fuck, baby, you got me fucking riled up”, he moans.

Bucky fondles his balls while jerking off.

He hissed, feeling the contrast of the cold hand against his balls, and he jerks himself with his flesh hand.His hips twitch and his dick throbs in his hand, he jerks himself faster and his fist gets tighter.

His breathing is harsh and his groans get louder and deeper.

“Oh fuck”, he growls, feeling his release near.

He pumps himself a couple of times crying out your name on repeat until his mouth is agape, his breath and moans come out stuttered while ropes of cum spurt out of him painting his abs, his hand while he looks into the camera.

He throws his head back, trying to control his breathing with a smile of relief after emptying himself.

He hums enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure .He takes the phone and closes up to his cum painted abs.

“ Such a shame, this should be in you instead of painted on my stomach”, he pants

“ Have a good day, sweetheart, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, he pants smiling at the camera, and the video stops.

“Bast”, you breathe, suddenly the room has become hotter.

You text him.

“My day got so much better, thank you, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”

“You’re welcome, doll”, he rasps via voice message.

After work, you shop for a nice dress for tomorrow night. A cute, lilac silk dress with a high slit with your clear high heels. You look at the lilac lingerie. You remember the first compliment he dared to say. You had a crown of flowers, the children did it and it was full of purples flowers.“ You look like a flower yourself”, he whispered while you taught him how to dance.

Bucky was pacing around looking at the small number of clothes he had.

He felt a skip on his heartbeat that was pleasant but at the same time, he felt his nerves tingling. He realized he was nervous but excited and that suddenly he has no clothes for this date. He took a deep breath and decided this is an emergency and called Thandiwe, Andrew, and Sam.

"Suddenly I don't know what to wear", he laughs looking at them.

"Uncle Bucky, leave that to y/n, we guys put on some jeans and a nice shirt, that's it", Andrew answers him.

He now has three friends: his co-worker Sam, his great grand nephew Andrew, and Thandiwe.

"I disagree, you have to look good too, put on some style too", Thandiwe replied

Sam just laughs, "you jump off of buildings, but you are freaking out ‘cause of a date, man let's take a look at what you have. Black, black, black, like you barely have anything with color". "Oh, I see sum, is that a suede brown jacket, that would look good and that olive green t-shirt for a change? I think it will go well with the jeans, those shoes, and your gloves. You're all set".

Thandiwe and Andrew nod smiling.

"Put it on", Thandiwe suggests.

"See, all set", Andrew nods

"By the way, I have not seen y/n, who is she", Andrew ask

Bucky smiled.

"We met in Wakanda, she is.., Bucky smiles.

"Aww shit,he gone",Sam teases

" We lost him", Andrew shakes his head in faux disappointment.

Thandiwe looks for a picture of you and sends it to the group.

Thandiwe holds in a laugh

"Oh, since the first day Shuri introduced him to her, he was gone", Thandiwe adds

"He froze like a deer in headlights"

Thandiwe, Bucky warns and side-eyes him.

"What?, are you going to tell me that I am wrong, ingucka", Thandiwe smirked

Bucky just shakes his suppressing a smile.

"Wow", Andrew looks at your picture up and down and they settle on your breast.

"Hey, watch it, eyes on her face, punk", Bucky warns Andrew.

"What ?, I am just looking", Andrew laughs and shrugs.

"So this what your ass was doing in Wakanda scrolling through meetWakandawomen.com all day, maybe I could tell old Steve to tell T'challa to invite me there, ‘cause goddamn". Sam looks at your picture

"You two together are insufferable", Bucky rolls his eyes.

"So where are you going to take her ?'' Thandiwe asked.

Bucky mentions the name of the restaurant.

"Oh, nice", they replied

"Just be your gentleman 40s self, like Grandma Becca used to tell us stories about you", Andrew tells him.

"It's going to be alright", Sam reassures him.

They all said goodbyes to each other and wished him good luck on the date.

Bucky gets dressed and he goes to the restaurant. and there you were on a sofa drinking a glass of sparkling water.

"Hmm,7 o'clock not second less not second later, impressive", you stand up.

You hug him and kiss his cheek.

Bucky blushes and offers his arm.

“I cannot make my best girl wait, you look breathtaking”, Bucky takes a good look at you.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, old man, I like the brown jacket, brings a grey green tone out of your eyes”

Bucky is flustered ”uhmm..thank you”

You take his arm in yours and walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats you, but Bucky pulls your chair for you and you sit.

“`Such a gentleman, I got your flowers today”

“Lilacs and roses”, you smile

“That is where I got the inspiration to wear this”.

You take a bite of your food, moaning at the flavor.

Bucky feels a little tingle when you make that noise.

And he drinks beer, to quench the sudden dryness of his throat.

”I’m glad you like them, doll’

“ I am excited, I have a new job”

“Don’t say”, you widen your eyes.

“It’s a big project, I mean the opportunity, I have is once in a lifetime, I will be working reforming people that do not want to be part of these criminal organization, help them settle, build a new life, Sharon and I, we are putting everything together, to pitch the project ”

“Bucky I am so happy”, you squeeze his hand.

“Yeah, I also got a new therapist, don’t get me wrong, Dr. Raynor, she did what she thought was right but we have very different mindsets”

“Wow, what a week, a lot of change”.

“The partnerships of the outreach and the schools are going so well, more children are learning, we are discussing opening a little bit more the borders but that will take some time,”.

“That’s amazing, though it doesn’t surprise me, you are good at everything”, Bucky took a bite of his food not breaking eye contact with you

“You know what I love about this century apart from you, of course, Bucky said so naturally.

“You love me? isn’t that a little too soon, it’s our first date after all”, you joke but you feel your heart miss a bit.

“I’m a man that knows what he wants, '' Bucky drinks from his beer, narrowing his eyes at you.

“The food, we used to boil everything”.

“Ughh, and you all call yourself the developed world, huh ?”, you glare at him playfully

Bucky laughs and shrugs.

“That’s why your palette was dead, remember when you ate the goat stew with the peppers”

“Yeah, I had to drink like a gallon of milk, felt like my mouth was in the pits of hell”, Bucky laughs

“That hot sauce is a torture device, I might call Kiya to send me some, I put it on someone, and they’ll talk”

“It’s not even that hot”, you frown

“It’s a torture device, but the taste while eating is nice, it’s the burn afterward”, Bucky shudders You cackle at that

For the rest of the dinner, you laugh going to memory lane.

“This is so good, would you like a bite”, Bucky feed you with his fork

You took a bite from the fork, looking at him.

Bucky bites his lip looking at you eating from his fork.

You finish eating and then dessert with champagne.

“Whew, I feel like I am about to explode”, you sighed

“Me too”, Bucky chuckled

“I mean you had two entrees”

“Super soldier appetite”, he shrugs Your mind went to another place and you just drank your champagne, trying to be subtle.

‘Supersoldier appetite? you ask with a smirk

‘Yep”, he answered, licking his lips cocking his head to the side.

You go with Bucky to the French Quarter with your arms wrapped around Bucky, while he rides the bike. You catch a whiff of his cologne, you hum. It smells strong but with delicate notes. It is just like him with a strong demeanor but with a delicate interior.

Bucky parks the bike and helps you get off it.

You go to the different bars, you go to the House of Blues and drink and listen to the different artists.

There was a guy named SiR, playing tonight.

His song was calm, nice and soon enough Bucky is behind you with his chin on your shoulder, in an embrace, swaying you sideways with him listening to the music.

He likes it. Maybe Sam is right, maybe he needs to give modern music a chance. This guy is speaking all the feelings, he felt falling in love with y/n in Wakanda.

The man was singing:

Why was last night the first time I felt anything in a long time

Feels like Imma fall hard said my cold heart made up its own mind

Love ain't what I came for, but it's here now, and it feels good

You told me you were special, and you meant what you said

I don't wanna leave this bed

Baby, you're all in my head

All in my head (x5)

Baby you

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm making a mistake

But who's gonna save me

Who's gonna say I'm wrong to stay

But you so amazing, it started out as fun and games

I didn't know we'd swim this deep, and she didn't know I'd be afraid

Bucky just hugged you tighter to him, and you throw your head back and he peppers your neck with light kisses

You smile and you keep swaying, enjoying his hug.

You turn around laying your head on his chest and he lifts your face by your chin and he bows his head a little and kisses you softly, a brush of his lips.

You feel the warmth of his hug, there is a crowd, but only you two matter.

After the show, Bucky takes you home.

He insisted to go with you to the door

“Bucky what is going to happen, it is just the elevator, and I am going to my apartment”, you chuckle

“For my peace of mind, doll”, he entered the elevator.

You kiss some more in the elevator, Bucky breaths you in and kisses you slow, drinking you in.

Until the elevator stops and you reach your corridor.

“So this is it”, you bite your lips and cross your legs, and cast your eyes down, fiddling with your hands.

“Nice place”, Bucky admired around.

You feel your mind racing and your heart beating fast.

You stay looking at each other for a second but it felt like longer.

“I..”, you sighed, while holding the door

“You what ?”, Bucky gets closer.

“I want to let you in, but I am scared, last time, I blur our friendship and it didn’t go well”

“You just broke off your engagement, and I was a semi stable-100-year-old, things have changed for the better now”, Bucky took your hand and kissed it.

You feel a tingle when does that and you can’t help but smile

“ I’ll go slow, I promise, so goodnight, doll”, Bucky plants a kiss to your lips so softly, you feel like you're melting to the floor. Bucky smiled and let go of your hand slowly.

He began to walk away.

‘It is now or never”, you think while he walks away, you realize you don’t want him to leave

“Bucky, wait!”, you raise your voice.

He stops dead on his track and turns around, looking at you.

"When was the last time you smoked?",you ask him.

Bucky snorts

"I smoke it all after my first session with Dr. Raynor", Bucky confessed

"Your accent is still horrible", you tell him, scrunching your face.

"Maybe I need some lessons, it's been a long time without speaking Xhosa", Bucky grinned.

"Maybe I could give you some lessons", you whisper. .

You let him in your apartment. Bucky looks around, again feeling a little nostalgic, it looks like your house in Wakanda.

You groan, taking your heels off.

"Something wrong?", Bucky asks, a little concerned.

"Just, these heels were killing me", you sighed plopping on the couch.

"You could've just taken them off, I would've held them for you", Bucky sits next to you.

"and ruin my outfit", You side eyed him with a small smile on your lips

“Can’t do that, can we?”.Bucky set his face in faux seriousness, he scoots closer to you. .

You just chuckle shaking your head.

There is a hidden compartment on the table, with the Kimoyo beads you open it.

You wink at Bucky and roll the joints, seal them with your saliva. You dry them with a lighter and hand him one.

You light it for him. He just get comfortable smoking.

“This is the only thing that can get me a small buzz”, Bucky does a French inhale.

You smile when he does that.

“Oh you can do tricks”, You challenge

You puff out the smoke in little “o’s”.

Bucky licks his lips, you take another hit and you get closer to him.

You blow the smoke to his lips and he inhales it, your lips brushing against each other, you put the joint on the ashtray and he does too.

You kiss is heated, you fumble with his jacket and he takes it off, throwing it on the floor. He sighs and hums into kiss, drinking you in.

You straddle him and he grabs your hips and his hands travel to your ass kneading them hard.

You mewl into his mouth, you take a breather when he kisses your neck. He gets you off his lap and sits you next to him.

“I know you love to control me, and I love it, but let me be on top tonight, I missed you”

His hands travel to your core, making you spread your legs. You throw your head back, he kisses your neck again.

You feel him , pulling the lacey lingerie to the side and begin to rub you.

You gasp and moan with your eyes closed.

‘Drenched for me, aren’t you sugar’’, he chuckled

“Yes, for you, since the concert”, you pant

“ Your smell’s been driving me crazy all night”, Bucky groaned, entering his fingers in you.

He hugs you to him while fingering you, enticing you, he breathes in your hair.

“Fuck, I missed you”, he breaths out.

You can only roll your rips meeting his hand halfway, moaning, looking into his blue eyes and how full of desire they look.

You bite your lip and your chest heaving.

He hissed feeling you throb on his fingers, his pants are tight, his erection on full display. He took his fingers out of you and before you can protest, he rips your thong off of you.

“Why did you do that”, You whine

“I bought them, now I don’t have a set”, you pout.

He just puts them on his nose and takes a deep breath smelling them then putting them in his jeans back pocket.

You feel your pussy throb at that, you are liking this side of Bucky.

“ You are mine”, he states.

You scoff. “You haven’t made me cum”, you raise an eyebrow at him with a teasing smile.

“Oh, doll, you are going to regret those words”, Bucky enters his fingers in you slowly.

Then something changes, he is fingering you eager and he finds your spot, you arch off the sofa, with a whine.

His fingers brush again and again against that spot.

“Fuck!”, you moan almost screaming

Bucky just has that shit eating grin on his face, watching you lose it for him

“This is going to be a long night, doll, the first of many”, He bites your earlobe

Your hips jerk and your thighs tremble and you cum on his fingers, he slows down but he does not stop, until you whimper at the sensitivity.

You catch your breath and he grabs making you stand up with him.

You kiss each other all tongue, lip biting.

He takes your dress off in a frenzy and you undress him in a frenzy.

You were taking your lace bra off but he stops you, you smile knowing what he wants.

He sits legs wide open, dick standing.

You go between his legs, kissing his dick, looking at him.

“Oh fuck”, he breathes out looking down at you.

You stick your tongue out and he slapped it on your tongue.

You suck him for all he is worth, bopping your head up and down, jerking the part that you can’t fit it, till he stills your head with his two hands and he bucks into your mouth.

“ Shit, that's it, honey, taking me so well”, he thrusts into your mouth faster, your gagging enticing him.

He stops and takes himself out of your mouth, loving how fucked out you look already, your gloss smeared, your eyes teary and trails of your spit between him and your mouth.

You just smile and lift your bra and he gets in between your breasts. You start bouncing, loving how desperate he gets thrusting between your breasts.

His heavy breathing, his stuttered moans, he throws his head back in complete bliss.

"Oh my God", he moans all strangled, thrusting while your breast helps him to get off.

You just hum and moan.

" Come on,baby, make me yours", you whisper all sultry.

Bucky thrust faster groaning

"Fuck that is such a sight", he looks almost in awe at his dick wedged between your breast.

"Y/N", he cried out and he moaned.

"That's it, I want to hear you, don't hold back, mark me", you rasp.

You keep bouncing and pushing your breast together to make it tighter for him.

"Baby", he croaks

"Do it, I want to taste you", you moaned, feeling his dick twitch.

Bucky throws his head back with a silent moan, tensing spurting all over your chest,neck and some of it flying to your face.

You hum, receiving it all closing your eyes.

Bucky looks back to you.

"So pretty", he pants.

You blow a kiss to him and then you scoop the cum off your face on your fingers and moan at the taste, all while looking at him.

"Taste, so good", you lick your fingers

Bucky brings you to him and you straddle him,rubbing his still hard dick between your lower lips, while he sucks on your breast. He takes off your bra and licks them clean and makes out with you, both of you moaning sharing the taste.

You lower on his length slow, gasping at the stretch till he bottoms out.

Bucky hugs you to him tight, caging you in his arms and he just grinds in deeper making you feel all of him.

“Fuck, you're deep”, you croak.

Bucky just smiles and kisses your breath away while giving languid thrusts, almost pulling out and slamming back in.

Bucky picks up the pace and you throw your ass back to him, mewling.

Breathing in each other, looking at each other lost in pleasure, your lips brushing against each other

"You are it for me, sweetheart", Bucky breaths out,hammering up to you.

The only thing you can do is moan and nod, your breathing is erratic, you feel that throb and your nerves are lit on fire. You throw your head back, straighten up.

"Can feel you’re close. Give it all to me",Bucky grunts while he is bouncing you up and down

You tense with a loud moan escaping your lips with indiscernible clipped cursing in Xhosa.

You groan dropping on him, your eyes rolling a little, Bucky hammering on against that spot, chasing his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he cries out with a crack in his voice till his breath in stuck in his chest and then he spills deep in you. You hum with a lopsided smile, caged in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel the warmth and how it trickles down.

Catching both of your breaths, he traces your spine up and down, looking at you like hung the moon, while you lazily pepper kisses where the flesh meets the metal of his arm.

He grabs your face with both his hands and kisses you with that softness, you feel loved.

He lays on the couch and puts you on top of him. He stretches out his arm and grabs the joint with the lighter and lights it up. He smokes and he passes to you. You keep doing that until it's done.

“I want no one else, but you, I have you again and I won’t let you go this time”, Bucky confessed.

“Me neither”, you whisper while tracing his scar and then peck lips.

“You owe me a set”, You chuckle

“I’ll buy you all the sets you want”, he sighs smiling.

You stay in comfortable silence, basking in the intimacy, both naked, smoking, convinced that you never are going to separate this time.

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god is a woman

pairing: thor odinson x reader

word count: 5,877

summary: As the Goddess of Life, you spend your days caring for the beings of the universe. After the Snap, you arrive on Earth to help find a way to reverse it, but you run into a familiar face.

chapter warnings: Devil words.

a/n: Loosely inspired by ‘god is a woman’ by Ariana Grande, obviously. Plus, I just really fuck with the idea of women just being like “actually, I’m the one in charge.” Let me know what you think!

Gods, you were tired of this. War after war, the universe never seemed to stop. You had spent the better part of your childhood watching your father do this, and despite thinking you understood how horrible it was, you never truly had until the job had been passed on to you.

"Weston, does this ever get easier?" You asked, but you didn't pay his answer any attention as you walked over to a pile of rubble. You thought you had heard someone crying, but you couldn't be sure. As you knelt on the ground to peer under a large rock, you felt your heart clench inside your chest. The child trapped underneath was teetering somewhere between life and death, the line between each so blurred that you couldn’t tell which side she was on. The magic within you electrified your fingertips as you used it to lift the piece of granite, your heart breaking as you finally got a good look at her. She was no older than six, her hands less than half the size of yours. Her breathing was labored as you carefully picked her up, bringing her out into the light. You could see the signs of death starting to take over. You had spent all day watching as people around you died, lost in the grief of their loved ones disappearing with the Snap. The beautiful fields of Wakanda were stained red. You didn't know if you could take letting another child die in your arms. Lowering your head, you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and watched as she slowly began to regain the color in her cheeks.

"You aren't supposed to do that."

You didn't bother looking up at Weston as you smoothed the girl's hair back, rocking her to sleep in your arms. "I can see her future," you said, images of a family and a blossoming career flashing through your mind. "She is only a child, one who shouldn't be touched by a war that isn't hers."

"This was everyone's war," he replied, but he didn't argue as you laid her to rest in the grass. You knew that someone would find her within a few minutes, alive and well. The girl might tell stories of how someone saved her, but no one would believe her. It happened anytime you helped someone. Granted, sometimes it was better to let Weston take over and do his part of your partnership, but with children... You had a soft spot.

“This is not any child’s war,” you countered. “It’s not fair to them.”

He watched you with kind, soulful eyes, knowing that there was no changing your mind. “No one said life was fair.”

“I know,” you said after a long moment, the air thick with the smell of blood. “But if I can keep one child from dying…”

“It’s worth it,” Weston finished, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “I know.”

Standing up straight, you walked the field with him, surveying for more people. It was strange. You couldn't see most of the casualties because they had been Snapped away.

You were meant to help those who were leaning more towards life, giving them a little extra push to recover. Weston, however, handled those that were slipping away into death. He gave them the gift of a quickened sleep, making sure that they didn't suffer for longer than need be. Without the two of you, they would stay in an in between state for eternity. They would be neither dead or alive, simply falling into a comatose state that only one of you could bring them out of. It was exhausting, being the Goddess of Life and the God of Death, but it was a job that needed to be done.

Sometimes, like with the little girl, you took a little more liberty with your powers. Weston did it sometimes, too, but his was more grim. He only took people from the world of the living if it would've been more painful for them to recover.

"Hey... Hey, I know you!"

You turned suddenly, shocked to see a familiar blonde huffing as he stormed towards you. "Thor," you said coldly as you changed direction to walk towards him. "I hadn't realized that you'd be here."

"Get them back," he demanded, his face red as he came upon you. He held his axe at your neck but you didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

You were the Goddess of Life. You couldn't die from injuries of the flesh. You only died when you had an heir that was ready to take your place, the universe sensing that it was time and your life force transferring to them. But you had no heir, and it would be a long time before you withered away.

Thor had angry tears streaming down his cheeks. "Bring them back, and prove you are the Goddess of Life you claim to be."

You slowly pushed away the axe, briefly noting the people that were coming up behind him. "Were you not given proof of my powers after I left Asgard?" You asked, your eyes fixated on him in a cold glare. The moment you had left, Ragnorok had begun. Their planet was destroyed and the survivors wandered the universe in a space ship. Before they could even make it to Earth, Thanos had attacked and slaughtered every single one of them.

His gaze only seemed to harden as he glared down at you. "You are the reason my home was lost," he snarled.

But you retaliated, power seeping from your pores as you took a step towards him. Shocked, he stumbled backwards. "No, your insolence and disrespect is the reason your people were poor, helpless wanderers of the galaxy." The people behind him were watching the two of you quietly, sensing that you weren't someone to be trifled with. "I warned you of what would happen when I left your precious Asgard, and yet you still disrespected me." In a moment of pettiness, you spit on his face. "Don’t you dare blame me for what you did to put your people in harm's way."

"Woah, woah, woah, who the hell are you?" A man in a torn up blue suit, Steve Rogers, asked, tears marring his cheeks. “And why the everloving fuck are you spitting in a god’s face?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You he’s the only God in the universe? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Rogers, but he’s not the only one. He’s not even the most powerful.”

Steve stepped towards you, his shoulders squared and his chin high. He was clearly trying to intimidate you, even though it was absolutely pointless. “And let me guess—that’d be you?”

“You may be Captain America, Steve Rogers, but do not trifle with me,” you warned. “Thor learned a long time ago not to.”

That only seemed to anger him more, but right before he opened his mouth to reply, a familiar voice cut him off.

"That is Y/N, the Goddess of Life."

You turned to the sound, recognizing the man immediately. "M'Baku," you said fondly, walking over. You nodded in a show of respect as he bowed deeply to you, shocking the others around him. "You have grown since I last saw you." You had been the one to insure that T'Challa hadn't died when he fell from the waterfall in his fight against Killmonger, and you had been the one to take him to the man standing in front of you. Despite the fact that T'Challa was almost in Weston's grasp, you knew that you couldn't leave Wakanda in the hands of a tyrant. You had been offered a place to stay in Jabari tribe anytime you needed it, though you hadn't had the chance to take him up on it yet.

He reached for your hand, kissing it softly. "It is a shame that we only seem to meet in such unfortunate circumstances," he said.

You winced as you nodded, humming as you glanced at the people before you. You could pick out their names immediately, having been watching over them anytime they went into battle. With warmth and sorrow in your eyes, you began to call them name by name. "Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Rocket, Okoye. You have all suffered a great loss today and my heart is with you.” You couldn’t help but frown as you looked at the group of them. “Where are the others? Tony Stark and Scott Lang are still alive, but they aren’t here.”

“Tony’s alive?” James Rhodes stepped forward, relief coloring his features.

“I can still feel his life force,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to locate where he was in the universe. When you finally found him, your heart clenched. “He’s… He’s on Titan.”

“Titan?” Natasha repeated, her eyebrows almost to her hairline.

Weston cleared his throat. “Titan is an alien planet. But Y/N is right. I haven’t felt his life force, which means he’s still in her hands.”

"If you're the Goddess of Life," Steve Rogers said, his voice a little softer. He clearly held a deep respect for M’Baku. "Can you help us get half the universe back?"

You glanced back at Weston, who was standing stoically by your side. He simply raised an eyebrow at you. This was your decision. You looked back at the others, clenching your hands into fists. "Yes. Yes, I will help you." Both you and Weston could feel half of the universe's life forces split between the two of you. Those affected by the Snap were neither alive or dead.

"Can you get my brother back, too?"

You turned to see Thor standing behind you, an apology in his eyes. The sadness surrounding him made your heart hurt. Invisible to all those but him, you had caught Loki in your arms as Thanos let him fall from his grasp, weeping as you cradled him. You had softly whispered reassurances as the light faded from his eyes, Weston appearing on the other side of him to take him from you. "I will see what I can do." It always hurt when you had to tell someone that you couldn't help them, but you truly didn't know if you could. Loki hadn't died because of the Snap. He had been choked to death in Thanos's hand.

Thor still didn't seem happy, but that was truly the best you could do for the moment. At least until you assessed the full extent of Thanos's damage.

"Come," M'Baku said, taking everyone's attention. "Let us go to the palace to regroup and start to find a solution."

Later that night, you sat in a large throne room. Weston was at your right hand, growing more and more aware of how exhausted you were. You were still young, and doing so much in such a short amount of time took a lot out of you. What was left of the Avengers was sitting in the different chairs of the council. You had allowed M’Baku and Queen Mother Ramonda to sit on the thrones, despite the fact that you and Weston technically ruled the universe. You felt for the queen. She had been forced to take the crown with little warning. Part of you wondered if she was going to ask M'Baku to take over. After all, she might’ve had experience ruling, but it had been her husband in control.

"Perhaps we should give it a rest," Weston said calmly as he looked at the others. Rhodes and Steve were shouting at each other, bringing up issues from the past that wouldn't help anyone now. "We can sleep on it and regroup in the morning. It's been a long day for everyone."

"We can't waste any time," Rhodes retorted, his hands balled into fists at his side.

You looked up from where you had been about to fall asleep, shaking your head. "We will get Tony back, Rhodes, and the rest of them." Your voice was soft and comforting, but you could feel his anguish. "But sitting here and bringing up bygones isn't going to help us find the solution. We need rest in order to come up with a clear answer."

Thor shook his head, scoffing. "You care not for bringing them back. 'Tis just another day for you."

"Thor," you said quietly, your brows furrowing together. "I care very much about bringing everyone back. I feel it anytime someone dies. I feel the loss as though I knew them personally. The only reason I know that we can get them back is because I haven't felt the pain of losing them to Death's embrace." He seemed to be properly reprimanded as he shut his mouth, though his eyes were watching you closely. “And even though those that have passed are safe in Weston’s hands, it still hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” In your exhaustion, you had let down the front you put up and what everyone saw in front of them was so... human it almost hurt. But it was true. Every time Weston had to take a soul from you, you felt it just as much as you felt the joy from a new soul joining you. There was a lot of give and take in your world.

Weston stood, holding his hand out to you for you to take. You followed suit and placed your much smaller hand in his. "I shall see you in the morning."

The next day, you awoke before the sunrise. By the time you had taken a shower (one of the better inventions you had seen, in your opinion) and gotten ready for the day, it was just starting to peek over the horizon. You found yourself standing at in front of a wall of windows, watching as the sun's rays began to bring the world around you to life.

It did well to remind you that even though much tragedy had been suffered the day before, the sun was still rising and that meant there was hope.

"Do you often wake this early?"

You didn't have to turn to know that it was Thor standing behind you. Despite his size, his footsteps were almost silent as he moved to your side. "Every morning."

"Don't you ever sleep in?" He asked, glancing down at you.

"The sunrise is what gives me energy to continue on," you said, your voice no louder than a murmur. "It signifies new beginnings. No matter what has transpired the day before, the sun brings a new day upon us." His gaze was locked on you, but you were still watching the masterpiece in the sky. "It is exhausting, being the Goddess of Life. Even on days when there is no war, which is far and few between, I can still feel each birth and death inside me." You finally looked up at him, your hand moving to squeeze his gently. "I felt when Loki died. Weston took great care as he welcomed him into the afterlife. But I am still sorry for your loss, all the same."

Thor swallowed, nodding as he turned to look at the sun. "I apologize for how I acted before. It was crass and brutish of me."

"You were close with your father?"

"Yes."

Nodding, you bit your lip as you felt the pang of nostalgia. "My father raised me by himself after my mother died, teaching me everything I would need to know. He taught me how to care for the peoples of the universe, how to welcome each one into the world and when to let Weston take them from my grasp. He taught me how to bend the rules a little, to bring someone back even though they were rightfully Weston's." You laughed a little. "Isn't it sad, how fathers can teach you everything except how to live in a world without them?"

The two of you sat there for a long time, until the sun was almost at it's peak. Your hands were clutched together, and a new understanding and respect lied between the two of you. It was only when Weston and Steve came to find you two that you separated, going to meet the others to find a way to undo Thanos's Snap.

You knew that it would take a long time, but the months were wearing on, turning into years. You could see the people around you getting weary, but you just kept insisting they must keep going, that their loved ones were not lost. You still felt them in your soul, their energies dim but steady. But after Thanos had been killed (partially in thanks to Weston draining his life force enough for the Avengers to take him out), you had gotten the Stones and managed to find that those that had been Snapped away had been trapped inside the Soul Stone.

Thor and you... Well, it had gone from being a mutual respect to a deep friendship. Every morning, the two of you would meet to watch the sunrise, sometimes leaving the palace to walk through the fields. You would speak softly, as though trying to not disturb grass and the flowers that were still waking. You had been the one to see Thor smile for the first time since the Snap.

You were sitting by a stream, leaning back as you allowed the sun to soak into your skin. The burly man was wading in the water to cool off from the heat. Closing your eyes, you listened to the sounds of life all around you. There was a herd of antelope near by, and rhinos grazing. The wind whistled through the trees, carrying with it the songs of the birds that hid from view.

You gasped as you felt strong arms wrapping around you, your eyes popping open. Thor was throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the stream. "What are doing?! Thor! No! Put me down!"

But he didn't listen. Instead, he tossed you into the freezing cold water. When you finally came back up, sputtering and with your hair sticking to your face, he was laughing.

He was laughing.

The sound was infectious, though a little rusty. He hadn't smiled or laughed in months and here he was, tossing you into the stream and playing as though you were children. It was refreshing, to see something other than stoic eyes and pressed lips on his face.

The sight sent a warmth through your body that wasn't coming from the sun's rays.

But you pushed the thought away, a smirk pulling up on your lips as you reached your arms out and splashed him. Within seconds, the two of you were in an all out war, splashing and giggling like school children.

It was quite a chunk of time before the two of you paused, crawling up onto the bank and collapsing next to each other.

"I haven't played like that in a long time. Even before all of this happened, I had no time for such things after my father died," you said, your chest still heaving as you caught you breath. You turned your head to watch as Thor turned on his side to look at you. "Thank you."

His hand reached out, brushing your wet hair from your face. His touch lingered on your cheek, his eyes roaming over you tenderly. "Y/N... You have become a light in the darkness for me. I should be the one thanking you."

Your hand reached up to cover his, keeping it on your cheek. "It's strange," you murmured, your cheeks a soft shade of pink. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, a sensation you weren’t used to. The man in front of you made you feel all… warm. Fuzzy, almost. "You fill me with the life that I give to others. I had not realized what it's like to be living until you."

You closed your eyes as Thor moved closer to you, his lips moving towards yours. But you froze as you heard shouting coming towards you from the direction of the palace.

"They have horrid timing," the man holding you whispered, his breath ghosting against your face.

But the two of you stood up and separated as Steve came barreling towards you. "We think we know how to get them back!" He shouted, waving his arm for you guys to follow him.

Without a second thought, you were running after him, the moment you had shared with Thor passed but not forgotten.

The eyes of the court turned to the large open doors of the banquet hall, pausing in their merriment and revelry. You could feel the way their eyes traced over your form as you strolled in. Your steps were controlled and languid, your chin held high. You could barely hear the servant behind you announcing your arrival, clearly knowing that he was a little late.

"Announcing Y/N, Goddess of Life."

There were shocked ripples moving through the crowd, but you didn't turn to look. You stared straight ahead at the man with long blonde hair, his hand still wrapped around a gauntlet full of what you assumed would be Asgardian mead. You briefly wondered what he thought of you. After all, he was God himself and he had probably not met many others like him. There were other beings like him, filled with unworldly power, but they all tended to stay spread out, only coming together in times of need, when the Gods of Life and Death called for them.

This was the first and last time you'd be coming to Asgard unless there was a war.

But, you needed to make your presence known. Your father, the God of Life, had passed, leaving you as the heir. The God of Life had never been a woman, and it was sure to cause discord. The only way you could see to remedy that was to visit all those with the power to do something about it. You had already been to Sakaar, the Grandmaster going as far as to assume you were the Goddess of Love or Fertility before you had harshly corrected him. As the Goddess of Life, you were the top of the pyramid. The only person you who was on your level was the God of Death, and you had known him since you were a child. He was like an uncle at this point, and there was little need to convince him that you were the rightful heir. He guided you in matters that your father had yet to teach you, since the two of them had been so close.

That was another strange thing. You had lost track of how many people thought that Life and Death were opposites, enemies even. But truthfully, they walked hand in hand. Death was not this evil thing that so many people had conjured it up to be. While you were the mother telling her children to go outside and play, pushing them out the door to experience all the world had to offer, Death was the warm embrace at the end of a long day, welcoming her children home as the sun set. You were two sides of the same coin.

"You are in your head again," the God of Death, Weston, said softly, an amused smile on his face. He was walking beside you, towering quite a few feet overhead. He was clothed in the colors of dusk, the dark blues swirling. He had to slow his stride to allow you to keep up, but you knew he didn't mind. He was here for you and you alone. The last family you had left.

"It's hard not to be with an entire court staring at you like you’re a meal to be eaten," you said back, though to anyone watching it would appear as though your mouth hadn't moved.

Weston, though he was a few feet away, sounded as though he was right in your ear. "Remember, this is your birthright. You were born to the God of Life and his Queen. You are fulfilling your destiny."

You knew he was speaking logically, but you couldn't help but wonder if he was right. You were younger than any of the former Gods of Life and Gods of Death had been. It would make sense if they questioned your authority. "We are meeting Thor, correct? The God of Thunder?"

"Correct. His other names include Zeus, Jupiter, and Set. His brother is also here."

By now, you were just a few feet from him, and his eyes were still locked on you. You watched as he slowly stood, his chair scraping against the rock floor. You could feel his energy, bright and pulsing. He was young, though not quite as young as you. He walked around the table, trying to match his pace to the one you had held before you had stopped in front of the table. You tried not to let the anxiety show as he came to stand in front of you. He was massive, standing almost as tall as Weston, and his shoulders were perhaps the broadest you had ever seen.

You held out your hand, which he stared at for a long time but didn’t take. His blue eyes then rose to meet yours. "I did not realize our God of Life was in fact a Goddess."

Weston stiffened beside you at the blatant disrespect, his hands clutching his scythe, and you hoped that he would keep his composure until you could find the meaning of this. "The old God, my father, has died. I have taken over his throne, as is my birthright."

The large man in front of you let out a guffaw, the gauntlet in his hand spilling wine. "You are no God of Life. You are a Goddess of Spring, at the most. So tiny, you are," he said, and you grimaced as some of his mead spilled out onto your dress, the yellowish liquid staining the pale blue and purple swirls that mimicked the first moments of sunrise.

"You dare speak to me in such a manner?" You demanded. Your voice had gone low and dark, your jaw clenched.

You could see a man with long black hair that had been sitting at the right hand of the God of Thunder tensing, standing up slowly as though he was going to come to his King's defense. "Brother, I should think it wise to correct yourself and beg for forgiveness," he said as he came around the table to stand a few feet behind him, and you couldn't help but smirk.

"Brother, hm?" You turned to the black-haired man, taking slow steps towards him. When you were finally in front of him, you were still much shorter than him, but he seemed petrified. "Then I assume that means you are Loki, the younger, adopted son of Odin and God of Mischief." Beginning to circle around him, you raised your hand to tug on a strand of his hair. "It's a pity you are not king. You are much more levelheaded than your... thunderbolt of a brother.”

"Please, forgive him," Loki said quietly, his hands balled into fists at his side. "We have just lost our father, and Thor was incredibly close with him."

Your blood was boiling now, but you kept your voice in a quiet whisper, which almost seemed to frighten him more than yelling would've. You made sure to make a mental note to use it later. If men wouldn't respond to the booming voice you held within your chest, then perhaps they would listen to the quiet murmur laced with malice. "I was placed on the highest thrown in the universe, and my father's body is still warm. Please, tell me again that losing his father means I should allow him to grant me such disrespect." When he didn't respond, you turned back to the elder of the two brothers. "If you wish for me to leave, then fine. I shall leave." He seemed suspicious by the calm demeanor you exhibited as you began to walk around the hall, staring down his subjects. "But once I leave, so will my blessing. The gift of Life that I bestow upon all of those born in the entire galaxy will leave you. But I will not allow you to die." You turned to look Thor straight in his eyes. "Instead you shall suffer, unable to prosper and wandering the universe as orphans, until your king here sees the error of his ways and learns to respect his superiors." You spit out the word king with such loathing that even Thor flinched.

"Your threat is nothing but empty words," he replied, rearing his head back.

"THOR!" Loki shouted, raising his hands as though he could stop his brother from what he was about to do.

But it was too late. The God of Thunder spit at you, his saliva hitting your cheek as a gasp rang through the crowd. "Come, Weston," you said coldly as you reached up to flick the spit off of your skin. "Let us leave them to their misery."

Your heels echoed on the floor like an omen as the two of you left the grand banquet hall, the God of Death by your side.

It was months later when the solution finally came to fruition. The other Avengers were circled around Tony and Bruce as they typed away on the tablets in their hands.

"I think we’ve really got it this time," Tony said briefly, though that was the only explanation he gave. When Rocket started to say something, he raised a finger to shush him and you were surprised when he listened. There was a very short list of people he listened to, and it included you, Thor, and Natasha, though sometimes Steve was added to that list. Tony motioned to you and Weston, causing you to come closer. "When I point at you, I need the two of you to focus your energy on the Stone."

It seemed to happen in a flash. The two scientists were typing away and then you were projecting your energy at the Stone and then the sound of thunder as it split in half.

And then people started to reappear. You looked outside as those that had been fighting in the battle during the Snap began to reform in swirls of dust, following after the others as they ran to the fields in front of the palace. Tony let out a cry as he spotted Peter, who was looking around in confusion. Steve was running for Bucky. Okoye and Ramonda were shouting in joy as they spotted T'Challa and Princess Shuri. Rhodey was clutching onto Sam. You could see Vision and Wanda, who both reappeared, holding onto each other and crying as they realized that they were back home. Rocket and Nebula were both shedding tears as the Guardians hold onto him.

But there is one person who doesn't have someone to run to.

Your heart broke as you saw Thor shouting for Loki, expecting to find him among those that reappeared. Biting your lip, you felt your power tingle through your body, all the way to your fingers as you closed your eyes. You knew this was wrong, bringing someone back. But at the same time, you felt as though you needed to. You opened your eyes at the sound of Thor's excited shouting, watching as he ran to the familiar form emerging from the trees. The brothers embraced, both shedding happy tears.

"You weren't supposed to do that."

You don't look up as Weston stands beside you. "I know."

"But you did it anyway."

Shrugging, you felt the joy of returned souls around the universe, feeling a little overwhelmed. "He died at Thanos's hand. Who can argue that he should've stayed dead?"

Your adoptive uncle stared at you for a long time, his age shining through his eyes. For a deity, he was middle-aged and you knew that he was going to be looking to have an heir soon. He was going to be expecting you to help whoever the next God or Goddess of Death would be, helping him raise them just as he had helped your father raise you. Weston stared at you with a little bit of awe. "You love him."

It wasn't a question. It was just a fact that was proven by the soft tug of your lip as you watched the blonde man, the blush spreading over your cheeks as he glanced up to where you were standing on the front steps of the palace.

"He deserves to have his brother back," you said as you turned around, wanting to rest. The onslaught of energy you were receiving was wearing you down. You just needed some time to readjust.

"He is a good match for you," he called back as you headed up the steps.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, not bothering to look back before you disappeared into the palace.

Later that day, you were reading on your windowsill when a knock startled you. "Come in."

"Thank you, for what you did."

You were a little surprised to see Thor walking into your room, taking in the different things laying about, and you let him know as such. "I thought you'd be spending your time with Loki," you said as you watched him picking up the various books and setting them back down.

His blue eyes turned to you, fiercely focused. "I wanted to see you. And thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I said that I would help bring everyone back."

He shook his head, moving to where you were and kneeling so that the two of you were eye-to-eye. "I do not mean that. I mean what you did to bring back my brother." You were about to interrupt, but he saw your mouth start to open and he continued, "You didn't have to bring my brother back from the afterlife. I know that he was not part of the deal when you agreed to undo what Thanos had done. Why did you do it?"

You closed your eyes as his hand moved to push your hair back behind your ear, leaning into his touch. "Sometimes I can bend the rules a little. You deserve to have your brother in your life."

"You are the most remarkable person I have ever met," he breathed, his forehead leaning against yours. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. Your book fell to the ground, completely forgotten, as you turned, wrapping your arms around his. "Let me be yours."

You nodded, swallowing as your lips brushed against his again. "I am yours, and you are mine."

Thor's arms swept you up, holding you against him as he continued to kiss you. You were laughing and whispering as the sunlight began to fade as night fell, but you didn't mind. For you had the sun in your hands and he came with gentle hands and piercing blue eyes.

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chaneajoyyy · 5 years

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Hello Miss ma'am! Hope you're having a glorious day!!! I was wondering if you knew of anyone who writes T'Challa / Plus sized reader? I'm having a little trouble finding anything. Hope it's not an inconvenience! Thank you in advance! 😘

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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Headcanon: True love

Requested by anonymous: Imagine being with t'challa and an outsider and everyone thinks your with him to be Queen and after power and status but they do t know that your the kind of girl that enjoys the simple things.... I was just watching this video on YouTube called 7 + sweet illustrations show that love is in the little things.... I love cause its so me and in the end they see that your not and you love him with all your heart... emotional romantic proposal at the end please black reader

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x T'challa

Warnings: none

Word count: 806

-Being T’challa’s lady was one of the hardest thing you had to deal with

-You were judged by everyone, nasty rumors circulated that you only wanted T’challa because he was the king of Wakanda. People had their opinion on you, which made the pressure of being with T’challa rise inside you. You didn’t feel welcome, hell you didn’t feel wanted because wherever you went, people would glare at you or whisper things to one another, obviously trash talking about you

-“Don’t let them bother you my love” T’challa whispered in your ear whenever you cried in his arms because you couldn’t deal with the hate anymore. “How do you deal with it?”, you asked him and looked up to him. T’challa sighed and answered, “I don’t really deal with it. It breaks my heart that nobody sees you like I see you”

-T’challa always did his best to cheer you up whenever I felt down, he got you the most beautiful bouquet of roses, the most expensive chocolates (knowing that you loved chocolate) or brought you to the most beautiful places around the world

-It took a few months before the harsh glares and whispered somewhat calmed down. The people and royal family started getting used to having you around. Their prejudice disappeared when they really got to know you and saw what kind of beautiful, intelligent and kind hearted person you were

-Soon you became best friends with Shuri and even Nakia. The three of you would be inseparable. Shuri showed you her newest inventions, even give you some as a little present while Nakia taught some really cool fight moves. T’challa was so proud to see his family and the love of his life bonding with each other

-“My love”, T’challa spoke once he arrived into your shared room, an uneasy look on his face. You turned to him, “Yes my king?” You answered him with furrowed eyebrows. He let out a shaky breath before clearing his throat, “Can you please come with me to the garden? There is something I would like to show you”, he stuttered

-You smiled, “Of course my love”, you answered him before walking up to him and taking his hand in yours. You were surprises to notice that his hands were sweaty and that short puffs were leaving his mouth

-“Are you okay my king?”, you asked him concerned. T’challa gave you a little smile “Yes, my love I’m doing fine” he said before pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips. You closed your eyes for a split second, never getting used to the pleasant feeling of T’challa’s lips against yours. “Let’s go”, he whispered before leading you out of your shared room and out of the huge palace

-T’challa lead you through the beautiful orchard where thousands of purple candles were lit, “Wow this is beautiful”, you gasped with your eyes widened. T’challa chuckled, “Not as beautiful as you my lovely [Y/N]”, he said and stared lovingly into your eyes

-The two of you walked further into the garden where you saw the Queen Mother, Shuri, Okoye, W’kabi and even Nakia standing in a circle, holding a purple candle in their hands while smiling at you and T’challa

-“What’s happening?”, you asked and smiled at them before looking at T’challa. He chuckled before leading you closer to his family and closest friends. You were standing in the middle before the closed the circle around you and T’challa

-Your heart started pounding in your chest when he held both of your hands, “[Y/N], we have been together for a little while now”, he started with a gorgeous smile on his face, “I know that it was very hard to get used to be with me. Everybody had their opinion on you, and in the beginning it teared you down. It broke my heart to see you cry, but when I saw you overstep your insecurities and become a stronger woman because of that, that’s when I knew that you were the one. You are the love of my life [Y/N]”, he finished before dropping onto one knee

-You gasped while wiping the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and blinked a few times. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N] will you do me the honors of becoming my wife, my queen?”,T’challa gently asked with an excited smile on his face

-You squealed before frantically nodding your head, “Yes!”, you nearly yelled. T’challa quickly stood up and engulfed you in a bone crushing hug while whispering how much he loved you. “Congratulations!”, Mother Queen and the rest chanted while waving one hand in the air

-“I love you so much”, you whispered and stared deeply into your fiancé’s eyes. The two of you shared passionate kisses, feeling so happy that you were going to share the rest of your life with T’challa

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captainsaveasmut · 6 years

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Tease Me (III)

Pairing 》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I] [Part II]

"That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

He loosens his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes shift back and forth between his eyes and his thick print that is protruding through his tribal pants. Once he loosens them, he glances at his print and looks back at you, raising his eyebrow. A bluff gesture to see if you were up for the challenge or a signal for you to get to work. You kneel on the ground, smirking; mouth level to his crotch. Your eyes plead for him to remove his pants and underwear for you since your wrists were still bonded together by his tie. He happily complies, slowly pulling them down until his dick sprung free from its confines. Your throne, your scepter stood at attention for you. Its tall, girthy member made your mouth water and you wasted no time taking him down your throat.

His grunts and groans fill the dining room as you work your mouth up and down his shaft. You would’ve appreciated if you could use your hands to work the base of his dick while your mouth focused on his sensitive tip, but the "handcuffs" prevents you from doing such, so you just suck his dick halfway, slowly making your way to his base. T'Challa, however, had other plans. He grabs a fist full of your natural hair and plunges his dick down your throat; fucking your mouth vigorously. Your eyes water and saliva spill from the corners of your mouth, like a waterfall, as you gag on his full length. T'Challa was being more aggressive than usual but, mama didn't raise no bitch. You composed yourself and took him like a champ until he was spilling his seed down your throat. "Swallow it. All of it."

You obey his command (for once) and down his cum, opening your mouth afterward to reveal its emptiness. T'Challa gives you a pleasing smile and helps pick you up off of your knees. He takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. Your natural instinct is to wrap your hands around his neck but that damn tie held your wrists hostage. He releases his lips from yours and stares at you, smirking. "My dear you are a mess..." It's true. You looked busted. Your coily hair was frizzy and all over the place, the light makeup you put on for the brunch was blotchy and smudged, your eyes were watery, and a thin coat of saliva and cum remained on your chin. But to T'Challa you were still undeniably beautiful. "...too bad I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he swiftly turns you around and pushes you down onto the dining table. He kicks your legs apart and rubs his wet tip in-between your folds. "You've been very disobedient today, my queen. I never knew I could elicit such explicit behavior out of you. Not to mention in a public setting. We could've been caught, but that didn't matter to you, eh?" You sigh in response, wanting him to insert himself inside of you. You move your hips against him, craving more friction but T'Challa smacks your ass hard and grips your hips, keeping you still. "Ah-ah-ah. You've had your fun. It's time for the king to be in control."

He teases you by stretching your opening with his tip, then slowly inserts himself in you, making you feel every inch of him slide inside your wet hole. He filled you so deliciously. Your slick walls automatically grip his dick, eliciting low moans from the both of you. T'Challa slowly strokes you, making sure you felt every bit of him, then he began to quicken his pace. He tightens his grip on your hips as he began to thrust into you. "I know you love it when I am rough with you entle. Do you love it? Do you love it when your king shows you no mercy eh?" You answer in vocal moans that spilled from your lips like water.

With one hand he grab a headful of your hair and pulls you up from the table, while the other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you steady. You pull at the tie wrapped around your wrist in desperate need to hold something. He was so deep inside you; his tip grazing your G-spot with every thrust. It felt so fucking good; it was sinful. You felt your pussy constrict around him and your legs weaken as your orgasm neared (and the heels you were wearing didn't seem to help your balance).

"T-T'Challa, I'm about to cummm!" "I don't think you deserve to cum yet. Hold it."

But it was already too late. T'Challa's final thrusts before slowing down were enough for you to come undone. You moan out in ecstasy as the warm, leg-weakening sensation radiates all over your body. Your legs slightly shake as you come down from your high. "I see you still don't know how to follow simple instructions..." T'Challa whispers as his lips lightly dance over the nape of your neck. He roughly slaps your ass as punishment then removes his (still hard) dick out of you and slid it in between your slick folds, rubbing it against your sensitive bud. While he teases you, he undid the tie, freeing your red, swollen wrists from the confines of the cloth. “Turn around." You did what you were told and T'Challa sits you on top of the table.

You lay back as T'Challa takes one of your legs and put it on his shoulders, leaving the other spread open on the tabletop. He grabs his dick and teases your clit again with his tip before slipping it back into you. Your back slightly arches off of the table as he entered you, already building up a fast pace. "You are going to learn to stop being so disobedient, even if it takes all day. I'm King T'Challa for Bast's sake! I can handle it, but I don't think you can. Can my Queen's pretty pussy handle the Black Panther? Tell me you can handle it Yn... tell me." Ever since you introduced T'Challa to American ebony porn, he's been picking up on the male dirty talk and you LOVED it! "FUCK!"

Uncontrollable profanities fly out of your mouth as T'Challa fucks you like the Black Panther he is. You grip his forearm and arch your back off of the table as he thrust deeper into your passion. The sound of moaning, groaning, slapping, and gushing filled the dining room. You were sure a passing pedestrian would hear the naughty shenanigans going on behind the grand doors. Your second orgasm was close to making an appearance and T'Challa's wasn't too far behind. "I'm about to cu-umm..." T'Challa begins to rub on your clit; quicken your orgasm. "Cum for me entle. Let it go." After T'Challa gave you permission, your orgasm came in like a flood and all you could do was ride the wave.

Your body shakes and bucks from the overstimulation as you cum. The constriction of your pussy was enough to send T'Challa over the edge, having him quickly pull out and spill his seed all over your breasts and stomach. You both remain in your positions, trying to catch a breath. T'Challa takes his tie and cleans the cum off of your body."Mmm... my love, if I knew we were going to get this nasty I would've been disobedient a long time ago." T'Challa chuckles at your teasing as he helps you off of the table; handing you all of your clothing.

"Mhm. You are just lucky you did not get us caught."

"We didn't need to get caught. We pretty much told the entire kingdom what we were doing", you smirk.

"Perhaps we did. They should be thankful. At least they know we are striving for an heir." You shake your head at him as you walk out of the dining room, hand in hand with your husband, your King.

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plus-size-reader · 6 years

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Hulking Buffoon

M’Baku x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1392 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is the adviser to the Queen Mother, and she takes care of them after T’Challa loses the throne. M’Baku needs something from her to offer them sanctuary.

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You had been the Queen Mother's chief adviser for as long as you could remember. Your mother had held the position before you and her mother before that so even though you were young, you were qualified enough to hold such a high honor in the community. It hadn't really been more than spending time with her and helping her manage things around until recently with the rise of the new King, Killmonger and the death of T'Challa. You had been rushed off along with Nakia and Shuri to the Jabari mountains in seek of shelter and aid from the tribesmen.

"Queen Mother, you must be careful...you'll catch your death in this cold" you warned, tightening your own shawl around your shoulders. It was obvious that you weren't a fan of the weather, something that you wouldn't soon be escaping anytime soon. "Hush, I'll be fine" she urges, hiding her unhappiness under a teasing grin, she was miserable due to what happened to T'Challa and the cold and the general uncertainty of everything-something you couldn't blame her for in the slightest. You wanted to argue with her and urge her to cooperate but you held your tongue, she had never been one to comply if she didn't want too.

By the time you finally got to the mouth of the cave, you were all irritable and freezing to death but that didn't stop you from gawking in awe at the brilliant, hand-carved ape over the entrance. The Jabari may have been savage and technologically impaired but they sure knew how to maneuver their way around agriculture. You were greeted at the door by men, waving spears and painted head to toe in white, dusty warpaint "hello, we're here to see M'Baku" the Queen Mother started but was stopped when the larger of the two men began barking at her.

You may have been cold, and tired but that just wouldn't stand. After everything that your friend had been through, not even mentioning that she was the Queen, you would not allow for her to be treated in such a way. "You will not act that way toward the Queen Mother! Straighten up you dull-" you were going to continue insulting the buffoon, but were interrupted by an unfamiliar man beckoning you ominously forward. You looked back at Okoye for guidance and continued forward when she nodded.

The man led you into a larger area, it wasn't particularly homey or comfortable but it was hidden from the harsh cold and berating assault of the wind so you couldn't complain too much. At the head of the room, far out overlooking what seemed to be the edge of the world sat a hulking man, with shoulders wider and broader than you'd ever seen, sitting on what might as well have been a throne of bones and granite. You reached down and found the hand of the Queen Mother, her flesh was icy to the touch but she squeezed back reassuringly, silently telling you that she was fine.

You were bothered by the silence in the room, everyone was waiting for any sort of brake in the room and were tense as they awaited it. The break finally came when the man called out to you, his voice gruff and deep in his throat "You must be the little mouse who was yelling" he huffs, it seemed to so odd for him to be saying something like that to you, considering how big you considered yourself but compared to him, you might as well have been a mouse.

You scoffed at his tone, somehow degrading though he didn’t seem to mean it that way. There was just something about his demeanor that angered you, maybe it was the way your queen mother had been treated at the front gate, but you weren’t in the mood. There was something so frustrating about being so close to M’Baku, you’d only seen him a few times but you weren’t afraid of him by any means. “They say the great elephant fears the mouse” you counter, stepping up on the steps leading to the throne. There was something about him putting himself above everyone else that you couldn’t let stand.

He chuckled, entertained by your power and strength, the queen mother and the rest of your party had been taken to separate rooms, leaving the two of you all alone. “Maybe that’s true, though I’m a gorilla after all” he smirked, settling his elbows on his knees. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his arrogance. “You’re nothing but a hulking buffoon” you chide, crossing your arms across your chest. Maybe it was sort of childish but you just couldn’t imagine how such a large, brutish man could offer you the safety you were searching for in the name of T’Challa.

After all, M’Baku was the man who tried to challenge him for the throne in the first place so how was it possible that he had your best interest at heart. Your words shocked M’Baku, no one dared speak to him that way. Slowly, he rose from his seat, his eyes locked on you in a near threatening way.

You felt the urge to back away from him but stood your ground. You’d challenged his authority now, and you couldn’t just pretend like you hadn’t. By the time he reached you, his footsteps were booming along the floor, making you tense with each forceful step. He didn’t stop until he was right up against you with his large frame looming over you. “Repeat that” he suggested, for a moment you wondered if it was a question...though you knew better.

“I said, you’re a hulking buffoon” your voice was careful but no less strong than before. He thought he could frighten you but you weren’t easily scared. The woman of your bloodline had been looking after the Black Panther for generations, and this man was no greater than they. M’Baku hummed, his eyes burning beneath their pools as he tried to break your resolve.

You were strong, he could tell but that only seemed to spur him on that much further. He wanted nothing more than to see you kneeling at his feet, calling him your one true king. You should have seen his bargain coming, but you were too busy pretending he wasn’t affecting you to notice.

In truth, the close proximity of his broad body was putting you on edge but it wasn’t for the reason it should have been. He was alluring and handsome in a barbaric way but still. He nodded, taking one of your hands in his larger one, the contrast was nearly staggering and ridiculous, earning a gasp from you. “I will offer you and the others sanctuary-on one condition” he smirked, not at all bothered by your slight fidgeting. You didn’t understand what he was getting at, so you nodded-urging him to continue.

“You will be my wife, and in exchange you will all be allowed to stay” he offered, making your mouth go dry. You couldn’t be married, especially not to a man like M’Baku. Marriage wasn’t in your nature, but the most important thing to you was the well-being of the royal family and your friends. “I cannot accept such a proposal-without your word that they will be safe” your voice was surprisingly slight and quiet but none-the-less, M’Baku didn’t seem to mind.

He nodded, understanding your hesitance. Your people had many ideas about the jabari and their leader specifically so it wasn’t a mystery why you took a moment to answer. “I give you my word that they will be safe” He repeated, trying his hardest to sound as sincere as possible. This whole thing wasn’t going as planned as far as M’Baku was concerned, but he’d never been good at expressing his feelings and desires.

Your hand fell to your ample hip, tossing your head to the side to get a better look at him. You wanted to look in his eyes, hoping that the great goddess would allow you to understand if he was telling the truth. Nothing happened that seemed world ending so you accepted his offer, turning your back to him in search for the Queen Mother. For some reason as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the idea that you’d done something awful.

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wakandamama · 5 years

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Sweet Thang (M’Baku/Black&Chubby Reader) Pt. 1

Reader is a baker and Erik’s sister. As Suddenly as he vanished, your adopted brother, Erik appears and takes you away to the fantasy land of Wakanda he’s always told you about ad there you find a new part of yourself, a new family and a new love.

It's 6 in the morning and you sway your, brown skinned and chubby self along to Lizzo as start the morning making cobblers. For the past five years, you have had a small bakery that was on the outskirts of both the hood and mid-town. Rented out of a small building that used to be a deli. It had a decent kitchen, one bathroom and enough room in the lobby for four tables.

It was quaint and small, but, it was yours.

Baking was a deep passion for you. Passed down from your first and favorite foster mom at the age of eight years old. Also the foster home where you first met and self-adopted your brother, Erik Stevens.

You pauses in shaking both her ass and some strudel mix on top of the peach cobblers when the front door bell jingles quietly. Too quietly, like it wasn't even there.

Erik.

Sure enough as muscular arm wraps around your shoulder, and a kiss is placed on your forehead as Erik made himself know.

"Sup Sis!" he greets cheerfully.

Like he ain't vanish for two whole ass years. No word at all.

You answer your pseudo brother with a fat fist knocking his jaw to the side and leaving a wild trail of flour, cinnamon, sea salt and sugar to spill over him, yourself and the floor.

"Fuck!" he shouts loudly and rubs his jaw while you went off.

"Fuck is right! As in where the fuck you been! One day we planning the Memorial day Barbecue and next thing I know you're nowhere. Not in your apartment! Not over the one girl's house! Not Miss. Dawns! Not the Safe House.! Just Gone! No burner phone, not a letter, hell I even listen to the radio or some shit but no. N'Jadaka fucking gone! I thought you had got killed! You my only family! Only person who seems to care about me just up and leave and you think you're just gonna roll in 'ere. Sup sis, like you just took trip to the store. Fuck you!" you yell at him.

Hot tears were rolling trails down your face as you bat his shoulder with flour handed slaps and he sighs and lets you. After five minutes you are huddled into his chest sniffling and clinging to his shirt, sobbing as he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.

"I know. That was childish of me, and I'm sorry. I should have gave you a heads up on my radio silence but it was urgent and very important. I....I did. I went to Wakanda." he says in a soft gently voice he only uses that voice with you.

"What?" you ask in disbelief. Every since you meet him, yourself at eight and him ten, he's told you about the unbelievable land of Wakanda and his plan to get there. He had a big plan to get you there and help black people all around the world. You believed it of course but as you grew it become as distance as a bedtime story. You supported him but then again you didn't know what all he did and just wanted your brother not Killmonger.

"Yeah. I got there and I was king little sis. But um....things happen and now I gotta take you back with me." he says and you stare at him wide eyed for a moment before smacking your lips and pushing away from him with a roll of your eyes.

"You funny as hell. First off, I was born to an America mama and an American daddy, in California! I remember you telling me that they just don't let any type of nigga in there, the reason you got in was the lip thing. Second, I ain't goin to Africa. I don't even like the summer heat here so I damn well ain't built for Africa. Third, why? I have my shop, my apartment and my life here. Be it as shitty as it is, I like it. Now I accepted your apology, my door is always open for you but I'm not going any where." you tell him and turn away to put the peach cobblers in the pre-heated oven.

Erik gives a groan of frustration at you, he waits for you to finish putting things in the oven before gripping you by the shoulder and burning you with a hard glare.

"No you don't understand. You have to go or you will be killed. It's my fault but I have people to keep you safe." he informs you and your frown.

"What do yo-"

"I died Y/N.....my plan failed and now I have people comin' for my head. And they gonna come for you too. You're my only family here, my only weakness and I want to keep you safe." he explains. This causes you to swallow nervously at his grip on your shoulders.

He was very worried and losing his cool.

Erik ain't ever lose his cool.

"Alright.....okay but what about my shop? Yeah I rent my apartment but I we have this lease contract and- Don't worry 'bout sis. I got you, consider yourself the new royal baker. Come on, I don't have long out. We gotta get yo stuff and be out of here before midnight." he told you and you sigh and thrust an apron his way.

"That gives me 10 hours of working your ass then."

It was 7 at night by the time you two finish. Erik trailed behind you hold four boxes of baked goods and you held the same. You lead him to the church in the center of your neighborhood and placed all but two of the boxes in the community pantry.

"There. That should last a week or less. Let's head home." you say and start to walk when he stops you.

"Nah lets ride instead." he said and pressed a bead on a bracelet you've never seen him wear. You gasp as it lights up and a projection on a girl with goddess braids appeared.

"You have five hours left and Oyoke says you still haven't shown up at your sister apartment." she says with blunt suspicion and vice in her voice as she gives him a blank face. Erik rolls his eyes with a kiss of his teeth.

"I had to get her from the bakery and we had deliverers to do. We headin there now tho, send a car." he tells her. She nods and the projection went off and you still stood there with your mouth hanging open.

Erik chuckles and throw his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple.

"I know, it's pretty cool. That was Shuri. My little cousin"

"That's princess Shuri to you!" called her voice from his bead and Erik scowls while you chuckle.

Soon a black car comes around the corner and pulls up next to you two. Erik opens the door and ushers you in before getting in the driver's seat himself.

"Wow. This is kinda cool! You know how much I hate driving. Could just hop in here and take off to where I wanna go." you tell Erik and he laughs at you.

"Scaredy cat. Driving is not that bad. They just have to monitor me so we rolling in this." he tells you and you frown.

"Monitor you?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"I'll explain later." he says and you two pull up in front of the apartment complex.

"4 hours and 45 minutes N'Jadaka . The ride home is midnight." Shuri's voice sounds from the speakers and Erik rolls his eyes as ya'll get out. You walk up the stairs and mess with getting your keys out while Erik watches out behind you as usual when he was with you.

You look up when you get to your floor and gasp to see two warrior women both bald heads and vibrant armor waiting by your door. They watch you and Erik like a hawk and falcon. You gulp stop at the end of the hall, a mix feeling of nervousness, anxiety and insecurity fills you and your start to hug yourself in reflex. Erik sighs behind you and gently pushes you forward. whispering that it was alright and that it was for protection.

You look down at yourself when you get to the door, taking in how soft, plump and vulnerable you compared to the strong woman. Hell they held spears why you held pecan and peach pies.

"Ya'll are scaring her. She ain't like me. Only thing she can harm is a fly." Erik defends for you in front them and they dropped their guard slightly. The one whose head was tattooed gave you a small smile.

"I am Okyoke, this is Ayo. We are of the Dora Milaje: warriors of Wakanda." she introduces in a warm but firm African accent, you nod with a little speaking hum, still a bit nervous at the two.

"Um...hey I'm Y/N. A baker from Oakland." you blurt out and Ayo purses her lips to stop her chuckles. Erik snatches the key out your hand and opens the door then stepping back to allow the warrior women to go in first.

Okoye and Ayo march in, checking around, you walk tentatively behind them and place your deserts on the table as Erik locks the door behind you.

"Pack all ya want. Don't worry about anything big, we got you." Erik advises and you sigh and cross your arms.

"Don't boss me in my own house nigga." you say with pursed lips. He mocks your stance and looks down at you.

"I'm older. Now go." he argues, you shake your head and go to your room to pack as many clothes and personal items as you could.

Erik smirks and hurries into the kitchen to the fridge just to scarf down a piece of the black berry cheesecake you made yesterday The two warriors shake their heads but whisper in Xosha about how good it look before going on with their look around.

"Aye Sissy! Don't forget to wear something comfy, it's a long ride." Erik yells before eating another bite of Cheesecake, further grabbing the carton of milk and taking a swig.

You roll your eyes but take his advice and dress in a pair of black leggings and an over sized Black Girl Magic hoodie. You fill your three big duffel bags with your things.

You slip on some tennis shoes and place two duffel bags over each shoulder carry the last in your hand. You come out and spot Erik damn near licking the pan clean.

"Boy! If you don't get your cinnamon jack trap remix looking ass out my kitchen and get this bag, Imma just knock ya ass to Wakanda!" you roast and Erik gives you a really look while the guards openly snicker and faint giggles are heard coming from his beads.

"I recorded that for research. " Shuri chimes and Erik scowls.

"Don't know why your power puff ball ass complaining anyway. You seem to have it." he retaliates and you throw the bag at his feet.

"I needa get mama's plant. Witcho ~superhero static shock~ headass." you tease as you brush past the guards and grab the potted plant on the kitchen windowsill. It was a simple thing, some unbosomed herbs and a fat purple succulent in the middle.

"I refuse to be roasted in my own household." he declares as he grabs your bag and looks throughout the fridge.

"You got any banana bread before we head out??" he asks and you smack your lips.

"If your curious George ass don't focus. It's in the bread box. " you say and walk to the door and turn out the lights.

"You seem very strong. Uncontrolled but strong." Okoye comments and you shrug and curl your toes in nervousness.

"Well, I get a pretty good workout with carrying flour sacks and handling big ovens all day. Thank you." you say a bit shyly. Erik comes around the corner with his cheeks stuffed and the bread box under his arm.

"You could make a good warrior. " Ayo adds and Erik shakes his head.

"Yall ain't recruiting my lil sister. She's a non violent and too soft. She get hurt and ya'll really gonna see how I got these scars. Let's roll." he demands and you sigh as he throws his arm over your shoulder and steers you out.

You are hustled all the way up stairs to the roof and gasp to see a hovering ship uncloak it's self and open for you. You stare in shock as Erik walks right in and the Dora Milaje wait as you take it all in.

"This is wild."

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