#erik killmonger x poc reader

[tallulahneale]

Title: You play too much

Pairing: Vince staples x fem!reader

Summary: Home girl who loves to get ate but doesn’t suckie suckie and wants to prove Vince wrong.

Word count: 1k

a/n: Where are all the Vince Staples lovers at?!?!

Tagline: “I’m not selfish”

Friday night and all the guys on your roster had served their purpose. Eating you out. You enjoyed it more than any other intimate act. So with nothing to do, you hit up your homeboy Vince. You and Vince go back since kindergarten, kinda drifted apart during high school but y’all reconnected during college.

You check the time, 5:18pm. “It’s not that late and chick-fil-a has drive-in perfect!” You thought to yourself. You reach for your phone to call Vince, he’s a homebody so you know he’ll be down to kick it with you.

*Ring ring*

“Hello?” Vince answers.

“Can you pick up some chick-fil-a pleaseeee? I’m peckish and bored.”

“Hello to you too nigga. Get you some manners”

You pause. You know he’s serious and you don’t like that.

“…”, ignoring what he said.

“… y/n, I know you can hear me” he continues, sounding unbothered.

“I want ice tea this time please. Ohh and the new honey pepper sandwiches! Thank youuu”

“Why you always like this bruh? FYI, you need some salad in your diet…”

“Hey! Be Nice!”

“Says the person that can’t even say hello.”

This nigga always doing the most, you thought to yourself.

“You’re coming over anyway so I’ll say hello when you get here. Killing two birds with one stone.” You replied smartly.

“Whatever cuh, I’ll be at yours around 6.”

“Okay; thank youuuu! Byeeee!”

“See you so-“

*Click*

You cleaned up around the flat and went to freshen up. Changing into your nightgown, the one that kept granny pregnant and all her bills paid! It’s extra comfy and you didn’t want to tease Vince. Recently, he’s been calling you out on a lot of your bs and you didn’t want to hear it today. Plus you knew you weren’t going out, once Vince came you’ll probably watch movies till you fall asleep.

The buzzer rings and you press the intercom, already knowing it’s Vince. You look at your outfit one more time to make sure you look presentable.

*Knock knock*

You open the door and see the bag of food on your welcome mat.

“I know damn well he didn’t just drop my food on the mat like I’m a raccoon.”

Vince jumps out the corner, startling you.

“Vince! Don’t do that! You know how I be spazzing out!” You give him a hug, “How have you been?”

Vince picks up the bags and follows you in.

“I’ve been good you know. Just getting ready for the Black in America Tour and the new season of the show, you know the usual.”

“I hear that! I’m hella excited for all of it, you really deserve all and more!”, you beam.

“I really appreciate that and you too cuh. You the homie for real.” He said giving you a hug before settling down on the couch.

“You’re welcome. You can pick what to watch, I’ve just been watching re-runs and I’m bored of them too.”

“Alright, but don’t complain when I pick one of my favourite 80s show.”

You grab a plate and a tray for the food. Just as you set it on the table, you hear your phone ringing. You check to see Peter Peter pumpkin eater calling. Vince sees it too and shakes his head. “Here we go again”, you thought to yourself.

“Why are you shaking your head like that?” You ask, knowing he’s about to say the truth that you’ve been avoiding.

Vince stares straight at you with an unimpressed expression “Why you save his name like that?” He says.

“You know why V, don’t make me say it.”

Sometimes you feel shy talking about intimate things with him, maybe because you know he’s cute but he’s your homeboy and you want to respect that boundary.

“First of all, that’s weird because the story is about a husband whose wife cheats and doesn’t know how to keep her. Secondly, I’ve seen Marcus the muncher, Louis the licker and Simon the sucker all call you before. Y/N you are creative af but you’re still wrong for all that.”

“You bet not be judging me like you don’t have a list of girl names saved worse and anyway, why you be looking at my phone. Mind your business sometimes” you say, feeling heated and a bit embarrassed.

“I know you’re still doing the “get licked and get kicked” out. Selfish ass.”

“I’m not selfish!” You exclaim.

“…”

“… I’m not! Quit tryna get me to feel guilty. You know what, I’mma prove you wrong. Tired of you being all high and mighty.”

You go to sit down on the couch right beside him, staring shyly into his eyes. He looks back at you with an intense smouldering expression. You’re not sure what he’s thinking so you ignore it. You gently run your fingertips across his bare arms, tracing his veins which draw your attention more than usual. You wink at him again before looking away. You bend over, arching your back closer to his zip, slowly pulling down, you realise that his little big friend is awake. Just as you’re about to pull it out, you look up and whisper to him…

“I told you I’m not selfish.”

You smirk and sip your ice tea.

——The End——

[paisholotus]

Meant To Be

Shuri x black reader

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

Warning Strong Language, Death, Smut.

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

Requested by: @purplecandyocean

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

Narrative

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

 

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

 

"You ok, bro?" Riri asked Shuri.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

"YOU WERE MARRIED!?" Riri screamed.

Shuri laughed at Riri's shocked face and nodded.

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

 

Shuri frowned again, rubbing the crystal between her fingers. 

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

"Of course." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

-Time Skip-

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

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

 

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

"Yintoni eyenzekayo?" She asked Okoye.

"Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone." She says. 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

-Time Skip-

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

 

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

 

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

 

"How did this happen?" Shuri asked.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

"Who's That?" Riri asked. 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

'This is her?' Riri pondered. 

"She's beautiful." Riri said.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

"N'Jadaka......brother." 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

She told them everything that had transpired up until tonight. 

 

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

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

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

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

That is everything she has ever desired to hear. 

  -Time Skip-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Together we'll get lost inside the love"

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

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

Erotic memories for an audience of two

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

And replay each moment again and again and again"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Ooh... ooh...)

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

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

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

Blue (Ooh)

Erotic memories for an audience of two

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

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

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

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

(When the curtain drops) Oh

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

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

"Baby lyin' on the bed

Exotic fantasies goin' through her head

She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes

(Take four) Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you drink from my fountain of love

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

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

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

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

Over again)"

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

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

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

Erotic memories for an audience of two

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

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

 -Time Skip-

 "We do not exist in

Any other instant"

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

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

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

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

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

"Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

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

"If you just give me 24

Man, all I need is 24 hours

I promise you'll want plenty more

You'll probably be with it forever

So how does it sound, us on the ground

Giving you my love?"

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

"Come to me

Come, come to me

what you've done to me

You put a gun to me

Then you brought the sun to me"

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

"Shine like blood diamonds

Learning to have patience only 'cause you are timeless

The universe energy doesn't lie

And this chemistry is infinity at a million times

I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power

And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours"

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

"There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

You gotta stay ready

There's no place quite like here

There's no better time than now

That's why I stay ready"

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

"We do not exist in

Any other instant

Here in this dimension

You and I are meant to be"

"I love you more, Sthandwa."

[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

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

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The Adored One (Complete)*

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

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

Who Hurt You (One Shot)*

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

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)*

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

Promises (Complete)*

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

1* | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8* | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)*

Discipline (One Shot)*

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

The Marriage Pact (In Progress)

Honey and Erik make a pact.

Dec 2020 |

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Hey boos and baes. I'm the keeper but yall can call me Zae. I'm a 27 years old black writer and I enjoy writing fics when I don't have major writers block. My current fixation is Ghostface!Shuriri. That is all lol. I write fluff, smut and angst. Any further questions about what exactly I write can be found in my FAQ which it linked above. I am a bit shy when it comes to talking to others but I'd love to chat with anyone!

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Laid Up— Erik Killmonger x Plus Size!Poc Reader

Listen, I’m mad that I was ABUSED INTO WRITING THIS BUT I’m a punk bitch so uh here y’all go. Also if this is hot garbage all blame goes to my nigga @killmongersgurl

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It was particularly hot on this Monday, and it seemed like niggas high and low decided today would be a kick back day. Gary from across the street had decided to barbecue, the smell of hot links and burgers in the grill filling the summer air. The old folks gathered around the beaten up and raggedy domino table, sipping on henny and yelling out phrases you still didn’t know the meaning of. The lil teenage niggas had long ago forgotten their shirts as they adorned only basketball shorts while they hooped on Mr. Johnson’s driveway. They had been playing the longest game of HORSE you’d ever seen. The little-er niggas were playing around the “Mysteriously” broken fire hydrant, only stopping to get some Fla-Vor-Ice.

It was such a nice little kick back that you decided to join a couple of the neighborhood girls on Auntie Keisha’s porch. The group of you were sitting around talking about your child hood years growing up together and things like how Keisha from next door became Auntie Keisha. You sat on the third step with Ayorie wearing your summer booty shorts and MTV tank top, letting all your thickness show (arms, tummy and all) because it was hot as fuck, and you reallllly didn’t give a mother fuck. Well, until THAT nigga showed up.

Erik “THAT nigga” Stevens was possibly the most popular nigga on the block. He went from “Quintessential Hood Nigga™️” to “Prestigious Hood Nigga™️” as he left your city to go to MIT. You’d never really associated with Erik for several reasons. One because your momma scolded you for having a 5 second conversation with him, claiming that he was “A hit and quit ass bitch” (which wasn’t wrong). And two because you’d spent enough time in high school hearing the phrase “Girrrrrlllll did you hear what Erik did?” which you proceeded to groan and roll your eyes every time because hearing what (and who) Erik did wasn’t worth your time.

Besides all the problematic qualities he possessed, he attracted punani like a moth to a flame. You knew way way way waaaay too many girls who’d fucked with him ( or him in general ) so you most definitely knew that the dick was bomb, but still you didn’t give a fuck. It was when Erik said “Aye Ma?” In a questioning tone that you realized you zoned out and looked to see that Erik was really right in front of you. He was dressed in a simple white tank with short grey sweats. He was of course wearing fresh Jordans which you found bold as fuck considering that they were white and the water from the hydrant had made little mud puddles. You saw that the other girls were looking at you waiting for an answer to a question you really didn’t even hear, and Erik stood with his eyebrow raised. You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

“Did you need something?” You asked incredulously. Erik chuckled and it was like the vibrations from his chest traveled to your body and it was suddenly super hot. How did this nigga exude superiority even in his fucking chuckle?

“I said I know you can braid the fuck outta some hair. Best on the block from what I remember. You think you can hook me up it’s hot as shit. This heat no joke.”

It was like you had both ascended and had a stroke. This dude knew who you were? You couldn’t even believe it. But you also realized that he probably hadn’t had his shit done in a while up in MIT. You looked up at his head and saw that he graced a bun in the back of his head above his fade (his edges almost all over the place). You sighed and nodded

“Alright. You’re gonna owe me $10 and some Canes though nigga” you didn’t expect to sound so bold and almost reeled back in shock. You weren’t going to show him that you were afraid of your own strength though, so you got up and walked into Auntie Keisha’s house asking if she had some Blue Magic, Rubber Bands, Edge Control and a Rattail Comb. She pointed to her bathroom and you went in and quickly grabbed the stuff, heading outside. You sat down on the fourth step while you instructed him to sit on the third.

“You want anything in particular? I can do most things it’s whatever you want.” You said as you pulled the ponytail holder from his dreads and applied edge control.

“Nah princess, I’m putting all of this in your hands.” You literally choked. You knew damn well he was playing games. You began to finger section his hair and tying the rest of it back for your first braid. As you rubbed the blue magic in his scalp he groaned and you were utterly shook. “Look nigga I know you’re like, king of pipe around here but imma need you to chill so I can concentrate.” You scolded him as you slicked the edge control on the back of your hand and onto his dreads. He held his hands up in mock defense. “I swear it’s not my fault your hands feel good as fuck in my scalp, and that’s on some non sexual shit. Every time I get my hair braided the lady is always heavy handed as fuck.” He smacked his teeth and groaned. “Man imma need to come back and have you always braid my shit up.” You laughed.

“Erik I’m not even done. I haven’t even finished this first braid yet.” He shook his head in protest and you smacked him on the forehead lightly mumbling ‘don’t move fool’.

“I’m foreal Y/N. I’ve seen the way that you braid. You’ve hooked up this whole block at least once and you always have everyone lookin fresh. I shoulda asked you to do this shit a long time ago.” You sensed that there was another meaning to what he was saying, but you elected to ignore it.

You spent the next 25 minutes laid up on the porch with Erik talking about life on your block and school life. Like the time Erik got in trouble for correcting Mrs. Evelleta in the 4th grade because she forgot to carry the one in a simple equation. And the time that Erik got caught smashing Aliana under the stairwell in 11th grade,and how Mrs. Lopez didn’t snitch because her “I’m only 21 and you’re kinda fine for a 17 year old” ass was lowkey in love with him. You guys found yourself belly laughing as you unearthed Erik’s bad ass past. You also found yourself braiding a little slower as something that usually only took 15 minutes took 25 because well if you were honest, you didn’t want this interaction to end. You could tell Erik knew what you were doing but he didn’t seem to mind as your fingers sectioned his hair.

Erik had just gotten through the story about the time when he was at some white boy college party and a frat played a Purge Prank on the members when you finished his last braid.

“I’m all done” you said as you finished putting in the last rubber band. You both got up and Erik stretched, his white tank lifting up and revealing the slightest bit of his impeccable stomach. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a multicolored African wallet (because of course that nigga would own a wallet like that). He grabbed 130$ and handed it to you.

“No Erik I only asked for 10$ take your 130$ back” you were about to hand him his extra money when he shook his head and pulled out his phone to look at your work.

“Nah princess, you got my shit looking phenomenal. You better keep that 130$. And I got your fluffy ass for Canes tomorrow aight?” You felt like you just got transported into a parallel universe at his words and internally swooned. You cast your head down and nodded. Erik stepped closer to you and tilted your chin up. “Imma pick you up tomorrow afternoon. And I’m serious about you being my personal braider Ma. Imma be popping up a lot over the summer.” He let go of your chin and smirked as he walked away, a cocky swing in his step. You rolled your eyes as you tried not to appear flustered.

“Yeah whatever nigga, don’t be late I’m serious about my chicken.” You yelled over to him at an attempt to sound hard.

You watched Erik step into his entirely too nice car and drive away, waving goodbye to you.

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PART 2

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[nareyacute101]

Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

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

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Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TBC...

[raynnawrites]

Slight Changes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would overwork himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another thing, more important than this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erik sighed and hung his head in shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Boy, turn around.”

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

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

Erik could only blush and laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oklcmc]

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

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

word count：553

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

forewarning：none thus far.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marlawritings]

Talk To Me

T’challa x  Reader x Erik 

1-2(coming soon)

Description:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You met lots of characters during your time, though.

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were getting annoyed by his intrusive questions.

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

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

[kikilefangirl]

Masterlist

Started: 01/2/2021

Last Updated: 08/13/2021

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

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Marvel

Avengers

Sam Wilson

Easy

Here To Stay

Rock Steady

Steve Rogers

Study Time Delights

Owed (Part 1, Part 2)

Safety Net

Bucky Barnes 

Worthy Of Admiration

New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Long Time Coming

Erik Killmonger

Wildest Dreams

Loki Laufeyson

Legacy

Shang-Chi

Without Question

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr 

Like No Other

Phantom Love

Logan Howlett

Finest

TVD/TO

TO

Klaus Mikaelson 

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

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Barry Allen

New Light

On My Block

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Old Ties

[killmongerskeeper]

At What Cost // Erik Stevens

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

Pairing: Erik Stevens x POC Reader

Warning: None

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

"Whats up!?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sup princess." 

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

"I tried. I really-"

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

"Shuri I-"

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

No One POV

"It's beautiful." 

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

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

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

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

*Two weeks later* 

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deal."

[paisholotus]

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

Narrative 

 

Erik, who was staring at Queen Mother with angry tears streaming down his cheeks, fell silent. "No. I don't believe this." She said, hands covering her mouth as she stared at Erik. She sobbed quietly, holding back tears.

 

"YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS!" He snapped at Lua and Elara. "YOU KNEW HE KILLED MY FUCKING POPS?!?" He yelled at them. Elara approached Erik slowly and attempted to hug him, but he stepped back. "Erik, Mi, luv, I promise you, I-we didn't know." She said, looking at him with hurt and betrayal in his eyes. "Yuh kno Stella kept sum things secret about you, but eff shi neva tell you it was probably to protect you, shi wud neva do nothing to hurt you." She said it slowly. And cupped his cheeks.

 

Erik spent his whole life wondering what happened to his dad, and to just now find out the people he called family, his own uncle killed his father. And didn't want him to come to Wakanda.

 

He was grateful to Elara and her mother, Stella, but he felt anger towards the Udaku family. The family he grew up with, the family that came to all his birthdays, the times he came to Wakanda to spend time with them, and they would come to Jamaica to spend time with him and the Adamu family. T'chaka treated him differently and didn't want him around; now he sees why. But Ramonda, T'challa, and Shuri never treated him like that. They always made sure he felt welcomed. Ramonda could never wrap her head around why T'chaka hated Erik so much.

 

The woman behind Erik tried to comfort him, but he pushed her away and began walking out of Shuri's lab. It was still silent after Erik left, but you could feel the overwhelming sadness circling everyone. "I'll go get him." Yarri said. pushing past her mother, running after Erik.

 

Queen Mother continued to choke on sobs, looking at the woman that was behind Erik, and slowly walked towards her. "I'm so sorry. I promise, I didn't know." She said this, looking at the woman. But she just stared at Ramonda with tear-stained cheeks and hurt eyes. Ramonda hugged the woman as she shook with anger for Erik. "Please forgive us. Please forgive me." Ramonda whispered, hugging the woman tightly.

[theunsweetenedtruth]

Promises (1)

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

Pairing: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Ada Moore (OC)

AN: Originally written in 2018

Ada was used to Erik coming and going the way he did. He'd be in town for a few weeks before disappearing for months on end, leaving her worried and anxious. She understood that his job in the CIA took him away from her but a damn head's up when he was leaving or coming back would be nice.

And always back with more of the...markings. She asked him once what they stood for but he just shook his head, refusing to answer. She had an idea but was too afraid for him to confirm or deny what she already knew deep down.

Because despite his in and out act, she knew Erik better than anyone else. Even himself sometimes.

He was home today, back in Boston, and they were wrapped around each other in her bed. Always her bed, never his. Ada wasn't even sure where he stayed whenever he wasn't with her or if he had his own place in Oakland. She loved him like this, snuggly and pressed against her, his head resting on her chest and her scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck. There was that underlying current of sexual energy that always seemed to be present whenever Erik was within her vicinity but Ada just wanted to hold him to her a little longer.

It was hard having him leave and Erik knew this; he usually snuck out early in the morning, leaving nothing behind. When he came back, he brought gifts from his travels. Candle holders from Iraq, a rug from Afghanistan, Russian dolls integrated their way into the eclectic décor that made up her—no their—place. But it still never made up for Ada missing him like crazy.

"How long are you staying this time?" she asked tracing a pattern in the dots along his shoulder. These were fresh; she could always tell the difference in the new ones.

He made a noncommittal sound in his throat, snuggling deeper into her breast and Ada let him, wrapping both arms around him. She wanted to keep him. She knew he was damaged but just like the silly girls in movies, she just felt that if he would just give her a chance, she could fix him. But Erik was troubled, far more so than her one psychology class could handle.

When she met him, Ada thought Erik was the typical bad boy, but was instantly drawn to him the minute she heard him in a lecture on African Diaspora Studies. He spoke with such intelligence, such confidence and magnetism that every eye was instantly on him, including Ada. Interacting with him one on one was another level. Ada was no dummy by any means but Erik took intellect to another level and she found herself falling for the bad boy who was more misunderstood than anything.

Her friends told her that they had heard things about him, he was messed up, had anger issues, got into fights but Ada just knew that if she could keep him, she could fill that hole that he let fester and scab over with anger. She started to pray more, hoping that whatever was causing him to be the way he was inside would be healed and he could be the man that he was with her all the time. But she didn't mind being Erik's person; he was one person who Ada could depend on.

Erik sat up pulling Ada from her thoughts and took her hands into his. Tugging her into a seated position on the bed, she knew it would be bad because of the serious look on his face.

"What is it?" she asked afraid of the answer.

"I...I'm leaving tomorrow morning." His words hit like a punch to the stomach.

"Wait what? You just got here." Tears welled in her eyes and Ada did her best not to let them fall. It made no sense to be so attached to someone who pulled disappearing acts on the regular. She should be used to in by now but it still hurt and it was the first time she had known ahead of time when he was leaving. "Can't the CIA send someone else for once? You can't be the only person saving the world."

"This isn't for the CIA." The words brought her up short. If not for the CIA then what could possibly take him away so soon?

"You have to give me more than that Erik. You come in and out of my life and I'm supposed to just be ok with that?" The tears were flowing freely and Ada swiped them away angrily. Erik was the only person to make her feel this way, both so angry and in love and out of control. She began to pace. "What about me Erik? What about what I want? I can't keep living this life of never knowing when you're coming or going and not being able to live my own life because I'm waiting for you to figure out what it is you need. Why aren't I just enough?"

Erik grabbed her by the arms and sat her back on the bed. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm all that down. You're enough. You're more than enough." He rubbed the back of his neck. "This is something that I have to do. Something to honor my pops. Something he would've wanted me to do." Ada nodded. Erik didn't talk about Oakland a lot but she knew that his father was killed when he was young and he had meant the world to Erik.

"I need something more permanent Erik. I love you more than anything and it scares me whenever you leave and I never know if you're gonna come home to me." Erik wrapped his arms around her and Ada leaned her head against his chest. Their relationship was unhealthy one but not one she would give up for anything.

"I swear. This time is the last time. When I come back, things are gonna be different. I'm gonna take you to where my pops grew up, show you where I come from, treat you like a queen. My queen." He kissed her then, a firm pressing of his mouth to hers, and Ada wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. If her words couldn't keep him, maybe her actions would.

He pressed her deep into the mattress and she allowed him to take control as he usually did. Tongues tangled and clothes were removed and there wasn't a need for any spoken words.

Come home to me, she silently begged when she wrapped her legs around his waist. I love you, I love you, I love you. Love me too.

When it was finished, Ada wrapped her arms around him tightly, keeping him pressed to her, inside her, for as long as possible. There was a sense of fear in her, like this would be her last time to see him and it made her scared for him to leave her.

Erik pulled away and wrapped her in his arms, his fingertips tracing the smooth skin of her shoulder, her head on his chest. Ada pressed a kiss to his chest right over his heart where the thudding was singing her a lullaby. Before she drifted off, she felt him press lips to her hair and mutter something under his breath.

When she woke, Erik was gone and it was dark outside her window. Ada shivered from the cold that seeped into her bones. She would see him again, she vowed. He would come home to her and things would get better when he did. He promised and Erik had never broken a promise yet.

Except a month went by and she didn't hear from him. And another. And another. Until it had been six months and Erik had never been gone that long and Ada was sure that he wasn't coming back home.

[thesunflowersociety]

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t’challa

erik kilmonger

[pastelastronomy24]

Laid Up— Erik Killmonger x Plus Size! Poc Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Honestly y’all this probably still ain’t shit but it’s what y’all wanted🤷🏾‍♀️; Erik is still THAT nigga; Canes

One thing that everyone and their mama knew about Erik Stevens was that he was astonishingly good at making promises he couldn’t keep. He always got away with it because well, he could pierce the souls (and punanis) of anyone he wanted, and he damn well knew that. “Yeah baby I’ll text you later tonight” and “I swear you not just a one time pipe Ma” and of course “I’ll pick you up later today” we’re his most popular fuck nigga phrases that he never followed up on. “Damn he really was hitting it like I was his forever and shit” was the most popular response.

You didn’t expect him to come pick you up and take you to Canes, you suspected that the extra money he gave you was because he definitely wasn’t going to come back. After all, you’d never really talked to this nigga for more than five seconds until a couple of hours ago. Why would he switch up just because you slayed his hair? You’d been on your phone, scrolling through black twitter when you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t think much of it because staying at your parents house for a couple of weeks you noticed that your mom really loved to order weird shit off of amazon. However as you opened the door, half paying attention phone in hand and head down expecting to see a package, you were greeted to fresh black and blue J’s. You froze and your eyes trailed up to see THAT nigga smirking at your door.

“Why you look shocked to see me Ma? I told you I was gonna pull up” he was cheesing as if he really said something clever and you scoffed. “Nigga you and I both know you’ve never kept an ‘I’m gonna pull up’ promise in your life. I most definitely was not ready for you to pull up.” He laughed and again it was like his laugh commanded the whole room. “Can’t a nigga try new things?” He was definitely trying to play games with you as he said this and immediately looked you up and down while biting his lip and caressing his beard. Your eyes focused on his entirety too sexy lips and you mumbled out something along the lines of “Come in”.

He looked around your house acting as if he was interested in the old pictures on your wall when you told him you were going to get dressed. “But you gon’ let me come with you?” He asked trying to be sly but it absolutely didn’t work. “No sit your bum ass down fool I’ll be back in 5 minutes” you smacked your teeth and walked towards your room. As you walked away you could hear Erik say “That attitude needs to get piped out of you” and you rolled your eyes trying to not think about Erik piping you senseless.

You changed out of your grey sweats into some black jean shorts and a yellow BROCKHAMPTON shirt. You slid on your converse and walked outside. “Damn it really did only take 5 minutes.” Erik nodded in approval and did a dramatic hand gesture towards the door. “Bringeth your fluffy ass on princess.” He said in a weird accent that you were sure was his awful attempt at being British. Despite your best efforts not to, you chuckled and told him to walk his goofy ass to the car.

The car ride was going well, he had some unsurprisingly good music tastes and as you rode to Canes, you found yourselves reminiscing about old summer bops like Kirko Bangz ‘Drink In My Cup’ and Wales ‘Lotus Flower Bomb’. You started to talk about that feeling of when a song comes on and then suddenly you get flashbacks of sitting at a cook out, or just that weird surge of memories and he jumped in excitement claiming that he’d been experiencing that a lot lately since he’d been home. Some time during the car ride Erik’s hand found itself on your thigh and you found yourself not calling him a “hoe ass nigga” or telling him to move his hand, and it was left unspoken in the car as you both continued talking about Life and music.

You arrived at Canes and got out the car. “You wanna eat here or you just want me to order and drop you off at your crib?” He crinkled his eyebrows at you expectantly. Something (the logical part inside of you) screamed at you, urging you to tell him to order and go, but the nonsensical side of you said “We can just chill here and eat..... if that’s okay with you.” He smirked and opened the door to the restaurant. “After you princess.” He said and you could feel the smugness oozing off of him in waves at the fact that you didn’t shoot him down. Walking in you told him to order you a 3 piece box to which he responded “Nah you gettin the 4, you know your ass did not come here for just a 3 piece, that shit don’t fill me up.” You found yourself rolling your eyes at Erik for the 29th time and just said okay.

When you finally got your food, time seemed to pass slowly with Erik. You were more focused on his in depth analysis of how the BET awards hadn’t been good since 2014 and how he somehow made this seem like a fucking Thesis paper than you were on your chicken. “I don’t know man, 2Chainz hasn’t been poppin since then and it’s a little suspect that August Alsina disappeared after then is all I’m saying” he said raising his arms up in a type of “thats none of my business” way. “Yeah I get what you mean. FED’s watchin was my shit. I don’t know it’s like the awards got over hyped and the only good thing since then has been the New Edition movie.” That got him really hype as you guys spent 20 minutes talking about how everything about the cast and the movie itself was black excellence. The night went on a lot like that and when you both had finally finished your chicken you decided to go, throwing your food away and continuing your conversation outside.

“OH! I forgot to mention, please please pleeease don’t forget to lay your edges and put a durag on every night or you’ll mess up your hair. And put some oil in your scalp so you don’t get dandruff or anything, it’ll ruin the look.” Erik chuckled and came closer to you, invading your 2 feet of personal space. He placed his thumb on your cheek and really looked at you. His eyes burrowed into yours and everything felt entirely too intense and too real. “Thanks for the tips Ma, expect me to pull up in two weeks for a touch up.” He said it so close to you that his breath was in your face and you could see every little detail of his face. The light glow from the street lights made his face look ethereal and almost unreal. “Yeah whatever nigga. I charge more each visit.” His smile got impossibly larger as he laughed again. “Your little fluffy ass is cute, even with this attitude you got princess.” Oh how you wish you were as bold as the nigga standing in front of you. Maybe it would make the pounding in your heart and the flutter in your stomach less unbearable. “It’s late. Let me get you back home.” He said as he stepped away from you and walked to the car.

The car ride may not have been as enthusiastic as before, maybe due to the itis you both developed or the tension that wafted in the car, but it was still enjoyable. He had on a playlist which consisted of everything from New Edition and Boyz || Men to old school Drake as you guys talked about nothing. His hand also mysteriously found itself back on your thigh, this time rubbing patterns on it and gripping you just a little tighter when he hit a sharp left or right.

All good things did have to come to an end though as Erik approached your driveway. “It was fun Ma.” Erik said simply as he looked at you. You sighed and unbuckled your seatbelt trying not to show the disappointment on your face as you had to go home. This facade didn’t work though as Erik made a groaning noise and grabbed your chin. “Don’t look so sad baby girl, I’ll be back before you know it. I think I enjoy being around you, attitude and all.” He reassured you and he gave you one last lingering look before unlocking the door. You opened the passenger door and before you walked out you whispered “Thanks for pulling through, even though you are an annoying ass nigga.” He smiled an all teeth type of smile as you shuffled into your house and locked the door.

“Until next time princess.”

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PART 3

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Comfort

Warnings: +21

Synopsis: Erik needs some help after a tough breakup.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walked next to him.

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

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

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

You grabbed your phone and began to book appointments.

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

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

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

Erik only shook his head and did as told.

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

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

“What’s good, babygirl!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erik took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I just wanna forget her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah shit.”

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