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[sonofnjobu]

House Party

Aka: Erik _____ Stevens

Suggested Listening: House Party by Floyd Fuji

This is my entry for @hoopshoney​ and @purple-apricots​‘ celebratory Fic Fest “From Wakanda with Love.”

I chose the prompt “Car sex looks way easier in the movies.” It will be in bold in the fic. 

Obviously this is smut you might as well take your panties off now.

Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

Erik Stevens.

Erik Dick-Me-Down Stevens.

There was just something about that man that had you absolutely dripping. Your primal need for him to bend you over and fuck you in to oblivion came roaring to the front of your mind any time he flashed that golden smile or glanced your way. The sleeveless shirt he wore, exposing his massive muscular arms and peculiar body modifications that dotted the top of his shoulder, tugged deeply at your gut and had your need pooling between your thighs.

Fuck.

You shook your head slightly to clear the nasty thoughts. You’d never even spoken to him.

And you weren’t going to.

“Girl, just go over and say hi!” your friend Tiandra insisted. “You’ve been crushing on the boy forever. Does he even know you exist?”

You glanced over at Erik again. He stood up against a wall, nursing a solo cup filled with whiskey, surrounded by his many friends. Even if you could muster up the courage to talk to him, you’d never make it through the wall full of his boys, nonetheless the absolute minefield of women trying to get his attention.

One of them said something funny and Erik let out a booming laugh that could be heard over the music. He threw his head back as he roared, messy dreads falling in front of his face, smooth neck perfectly framed by the hefty gold chain he wore. The necklace was an absolute door knocker.

You began to imagine pulling on it as he fucked you up against the very wall he was leaning on.

The things you would do to that man…

“HELLO!” Tiandra waved her hand in your face. You slapped it away playfully and leaned on the kitchen counter.

“We both know that I’m not actually about to do anything, okay?” you reminded her. “All of college we’ve been going to parties, getting all dolled up. I get in the shower and shave literally everything on my body underneath my eyebrows just in case I get some dick, and I never go through with it! At this point, it’s just a waste of water. I’m single handedly harming the planet.”

You definitely weren’t going to talk to Erik tonight, because for the first time in your college party career, you didn’t shave. You’ve realized your routine was pointless and you weren’t going to take the risk.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Tiandra hummed in disbelief. She handed you a shot of some unnamed clear liquid and downed two herself before shuffling away to dance.

“Can I get one of those?”

You froze.

Holy shit.

Erik Raw-Me-Daddy Stevens was talking to you. His dark brown eyes bore in to yours and the edge of his thick lips curled up in to a smirk. You suddenly wondered what his face would look like while he came deep inside of you.

No!

Goddamn it. Say something! Anything!

“You’ve been drinking brown all night. You sure you want clear?” you ask, lazily swirling the bottle.

Erik’s eyes raked over you. He sucked his bottom lip in slowly.

“Well, I do see a brown that I like…”

“No no,” you chastised him lightly. “I don’t think you can handle this.”

Erik raised an eyebrow. You raised one back, leaning in closer.

What the fuck were you even doing? Where was this coming from?

“Bet,” was his only response. He rounded the island, coming up to face you.

“The name’s Erik. Erik Stevens.”

He was missing a few words in between, but yeah. Sure. Erik Stevens.

“I know.”

“Oh, you know?” he smiled. “So who are you then?”

“I’m still finding that out,” you answer. It wasn’t a lie. You didn’t even know who you were in this moment, but you were gonna run with it. You raised your hand to lightly trace your finger-tips over his chain, feigning interest in its intricacies before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“How badly do you want to know, Erik Stevens?”

His eyes flashed with intrigue. He wanted to figure you out.

You and him both.

You both took a few more shots, before he pulled you in to the next room to dance.

It was packed. The sheer amount of bodies made the air in the dark room feel sticky and everything moved in slow motion. The alcohol mixed with the anonymity of the situation soon had you pressed up against Erik’s body, swiveling your hips slowly.

He pulled your thick natural hair to the side and rested his chin in the crook of your neck. The heat of his breath against your smooth skin would have given you shivers if the room weren’t sweltering. But the moment he pressed his thick lips against the nape of your neck, your entire body began to hum.

You continued to dance against Erik as he dragged his lips from your earlobe to your shoulder. He hit one spot behind your ear that made your pussy jump, and how he attacked it again let you know he knew what he was doing to you.

This was too much.

He wasn’t about to do this to you in a room full of people where all you could do was dance. Nah. This was it. Erik Stevens was about to live up to all the names you’d christened him with in your head.

You whirled around, grabbing his wrist and pulled him through the crowd. You were soon outside; the cold of the air a stark contrast to the muggy house party.

“Do you have a car?” you purred.

“Say less.”

He held fast to your hand as he strode down the street. Each mid-size SUV you passed had your heart racing. You could put the seats down in the back and ride him. You could even make it work in a Sedan if need be, but with the front seats.

Erik stopped in front of a Dodge Challenger. It blinked at him twice as he unlocked it.

Fuck.

There were only two doors and no backseat. How were you supposed to do this?

Car sex looks way easier in the movies.

You could feel this newfound confidence begin to drain out of you as you parsed through the logistics of getting your thick ass in to that tiny interior, nonetheless riding dick.

Erik could sense your hesitation and chuckled. He rounded the car to the passenger’s side and held the door open for you. You slid in, your skin dragging slightly on the leather seat.

Maybe he was just taking you to his place and you could avoid this car sex mess all together.

He got in to the driver’s seat and leaned it all the way back. Before you could reach for your seat belt, Erik’s arms were around you and with one mighty heave, he pulled you on this his lap.

You squealed a bit, and tried to regain the upper hand you’d seemingly had a few minutes ago back at the party. But that wasn’t going to happen. Erik was in charge now.

He shifted you again so you were leaning partly on his chest and partly up against the cool glass of the window. He pushed your legs apart and his hands drifted up your thighs. You were completely exposed through the windshield. This entire college town could see you two if they were to walk by.

Erik’s lips were back at your neck and your eyes lolled at the sensation.

His fingers found the thin material separating him from your pussy. You could feel his smirk against your skin when he realized your panties were already soaked.

Erik ran his finger up and down the fabric a few times to tease you before pulling it to the side.

Oh, no.

You suddenly remembered that you hadn’t shaved. You tensed up and began to pull back, but he held you there.

“Erik, I didn’t shave,” you admitted, closing your thighs around his hand.

Goddamn it. The one night you decided not to.

But Erik seemed unfazed.

“Good,” he whispered, still dragging wet kisses against your skin. “I like it that way.”

You slowly relaxed, allowing him access to you once more.

Erik brushed his fingers through your soft wet curls a few times before spreading your pussy lips apart. He held them open, exposing the soft pink flesh to the cold air before slowly pushing one long, thick finger inside of you.

You gasped out loud.

He pumped in and out of you at a maddeningly slow pace, intermittently pulling out to taste you on his fingers before adding another.

“Oh, god,” you whispered when his thumb landed on your clit.

“You like that shit?” His voice rumbled in his chest. It was smooth like honey, but smoky as well.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. You hadn’t realized your pet name for him escaped your lips, but Erik took to it immediately.

“Daddy? Oh it’s like that?” He began to pump in and out of you faster, vacillating between one and two fingers.

He never gave you an opportunity to respond. You’d been reduced to a panting, mewling mess. Your thighs clenched around him every few seconds, and his rotations around your clit had a tightness building up deep in the pit of your stomach. The toes on your left foot were pressed up against the windshield, and your other foot was dangling. Erik held you up, using the crease of his elbow as a makeshift stirrup.

You reached out to hold something… anything, and landed on the wrist of the hand he was currently finger fucking you with. He got faster as your grip tightened on him, and your legs began to shake. You slipped and landed on the steering wheel. The horn sounded briefly in to the dark of the suburban street. Your face screwed up and you shut your eyes tightly. You were right at the edge of an orgasm.

“Mhm. Mhm,” Erik cooed in to your neck, coaxing your orgasm out of you with expert maneuvering and the right amount of cheerleading. “Let it out, girl.”

“Oh my god!” you cried out, your voice higher than you’d ever heard it. You suddenly got extremely wet. “Oh my goooooood!”

You absolutely came undone around him. He quite literally had you wrapped around his finger.

Your eyes rolled back in to your head as waves of pleasure crashed in to you. Erik held on to you tightly, whispering in your ear the entire ride and never letting up on his pistoning.

“That’s right. That’s right. There you go. Good girl.”

You could only open your eyes for a moment. Just enough to catch Erik’s hand, slick with your cream, flashing in and out of you before he pulled one more orgasm out of you.

When you finally came down, and felt as though your body was crumpling, Erik gently slid you back over to the passenger seat.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was outside opening your door. He held out the same hand he’d just introduced you to the gods with and helped you out of the vehicle. You stumbled out, legs still shaking.

This couldn’t be the end of it? He must at least want something. You felt how rock hard he was while you were splayed out on his lap.

Pulling your dress back down, you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Don’t you want to...” you began.

“Definitely,” he interrupted you. He led you back to the party where Tiandra was looking for you. “We’ll save it for next time, Y/N.”

You nodded, sad to say goodbye to that glorious dick before you even got to see it. But there would be a next time.

Erik was swallowed up by the crowd again and Tiandra was asking for all of the sordid details before you realized you’d never even told Erik your name.

[Masterlist]

[terrablaze514]

Amethyst Necklace (CIYS Sidestory) *Erik x Reader*

A feature presentation: With Love, From Wakanda (hosted by @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots ). This is my *headdesk* late *headdesk* submission. I'm steadily getting my life back, so all hope is not lost. This is based on the Crawl Into Your Sleep series (there's a time jump). Hope you all enjoy it.

“Are we on a date right now?” (Prompt #4)

Rated M (for brief mentions of violence and attempted assault)

Disclaimer: Black Panther belongs to Marvel. I don't own the other fandom that's mentioned, either.

*******

It's been ten weeks since you've crossed paths with Erik. The first few moments were random, albeit sudden - you still couldn't believe how well that first shopping trip went. The instant messages on your school D2L account, the anxious coffee shop meetup, and a fierce ride in his Mercedes-Benz to hit up the mall did things to you. For the record, his swagger switched your senses on no matter how many times you've tried to avoid it.

The way he'd given Dresden a beatdown, accompanied with his “evil twin” Adonis and fellow trainee Viktor… three versus five grimy trifles had presented a gut wrenching experience. You didn't watch the scene, but the terrifying sounds of breaking bones and curdling screams had prompted a random witness to call the cops, since your trifling ex had the audacity to confiscate your phone. Yet, he had intentions to do a gangbang train on you, so in a sense, it’s a great thing Erik and his entourage appeared on the scene before your ex’s friends had a chance to rip your jeans off at the library parking lot.

~°~°~

Erik also had a strange way of blocking thirsty traps on multiple social media accounts you own, especially Instagram and Facebook. The ladies who interfered with him, M'Baku and T'Challa were also blocked in a flash, and they came banging on your door this one fateful night. Half of them were another set of thirst traps from school; a combination of Churchians and R. Kelly sympathizers. You weren't in the mood for their bull, and proceeded to call the cops when your speed dial activated at the press of nine.

“What's going on?” Erik had asked, the racket downstairs noticeable. His voice never failed to melt you, but there were troubling matters at hand.

“Some angry ladies from school, they're at my house, armed with baseball bats and knives…”

“Okay, don't panic!” He commanded. “Remember that amethyst necklace I bought you two weeks ago?”

You've raised an eyebrow when shattered glass is heard from the living room.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“Put it on, and don't forget the mace!”

You did as he told. The beautiful gem hung low on your bust. “So, what difference would a necklace make?”

You could sense Erik's smirk. “Make an X with your arms.”

“An X, what for?”

“Y/N, you don't wanna die! I'm all the way on the opposite side of the city, and it’ll take me an hour to physically reach you. So do as I say, okay?”

Another glass shatter, and the door bangs are even louder and pronounced. Expletives that attacked your character were heard with more clarity.

“Do you believe in Wakanda?” Erik probed, bringing you back to focus.

“I do, but that's-”

An attempted disarming at the front door caught your attention.

“Do you believe in Wakanda, babe?”

You took a deep, albeit shaky breath.

“Yes.”

“Then make an X with your arms.”

Both arms did as he commanded. The gem on the necklace glowed and brightened your bedroom, where you're currently occupied.

“Now break it!”

You did it. Golden flashes zapped through the walls and wires of your house, and ultimately knocked your threats ten feet away from your house. As you exited your room, the voices of angry women were gone. Despite the broken window, the warm breeze engulfed your body. There were no crazy ladies in sight. The only display was a pile of bats, knives and Prada bags.

Another thing that caught your attention were the cars. Most were parked at their usual spots, but only two looked totalled, with broken windows and headlights.

“Wow,” you breathed as you processed this lovely aftermath. “All this unnecessary drama, because of social media. It doesn't make much sense, but it must be a good thing, right?” You poked the gemstone on your necklace. “This thing literally saved my life.”

~°~°~

Your phone and laptop alarmed at the same time. A message had arrived from Erik, encouraging you to change and worry about the house damage later. You've selected your favourite evening combo, along with a hat and silver hooped earrings. White tank top, a short silver jacket worn over it, followed by jaguar designed tights, a black skirt and tall black boots. Erik's car had pulled and he hopped out in an instant, surveying the aftermath of the crazies who came for you earlier.

A low whistle left his lips as you descended the staircase. You couldn't help the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Look who's glowing this evening!” he began as he opened the door for you.

“Thank-you,” You replied, settling in and buckling up. “So where are we headed?”

Erik entered his side of the car. “Straight to your necklace.”

You peered at it. “My necklace? Why?”

Erik started the engine and, as the car sped, he held the gem. “Just place your hand over mine.”

This is the second time he'd requested a strange favour from you. Strange in your eyes, because of the necklace. What's so special about it?

There's no such thing as magic in Wakanda.

“It will take forever to get there and back if you don't.”

You rolled your eyes as his dimples complimented his smirk.

“Or should I form an X and knock you out of here?” Your sudden confidence boost didn't go unnoticed. Erik chuckled; he liked it when life didn't weigh heavily on your well-being. It's allowed you to spread your wings. To get you out of your shell more, he’d let go of the gem and kept his eyes on the road. Meanwhile, this didn't help your curiosity.

“Well, which one is it?” You pressed. “What's so special about this necklace?”

“That is entirely up to you to decide, but there's someplace special I wanna take you to.”

You cocked an eyebrow in response, “and this is supposed to help us get there?”

“Depends on what you think. I know its location is several hours away.”

Erik's signature smirk had returned, yet this time, you've also noticed a knowing glint in his eye. You needed answers, and you’re gonna get them now.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Erik chuckled, “Of course!”

“Then why haven't we arrived? And why is this necklace so important?”

Just as Erik entered the freeway, he took your necklace and held the gem one more time.

“Just take my hand and we'll get there.”

Alright, alright. Let's see what this can do.

Without blinking, you held his hand and the scenery changed. You were no longer on the freeway in town - the roads looked more sophisticated with pebble tones. Neon lights shone brightly around the cars that drove now. You’ve also noticed that these drivers, well, the majority, were Black.

Your ride entered a bridge, and as you peeked out your window, the ocean below sparkled like stars. It's sunset time and the hues of orange, bright red, pink and fuschia accented the cascade of clouds in the sky. Birds flew across it.

Your hands rummaged through your purse for your smartphone to take photos of these beautiful sights.

Erik smiled, silently thanking Bast for granting his cousin Shuri the ability to create such technology, and for enabling this Pen Pal Program to happen.

~°~°~

Without missing a beat, you both arrived at your destination a few moments later. Krispy Kreme was the hot spot, and you've noticed multiple people walking in as well. Once the guards had verified your IDs, Erik linked your arm with his as one braided guard escorted you both to the VIP floor.

Upon entry, All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar and SZA played in the background. You both took front row seats. As Erik ordered drinks, a young lady with Bantu knots and a sparkly brown dress entered the stage and made an introduction.

“Good evening everyone, this is our Open Mic Night. Thanks for coming out! So settle in, let go of your worries, and enjoy our relaxed atmosphere. All are welcome to participate - the mic is yours. Poetry, song, storytelling, cypher… is entirely up to you.”

At the end of her introduction, your drinks arrived and a variety of performers, known and unknown to Wakanda, owned the mic. By the time the sixth performer of the night closed her song, a round of applause rolled through the atmosphere. You loved every minute of this so far. The overall vibes were cool and collected, warm and welcoming.

That’s when Erik stood and took your hand, escorting you towards the stage.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you whispered.

“It’s our turn,” he said.

Our turn?

Without hesitation, the crowd whistled and made bullet signs - a sign of respect for the Wakandan prince. A handful of young men hollered, “All hail King N'Jadaka!”

... until another set shushed them.

“So what’s your plan?” You mouthed.

“I paint, you speak.”

Well, if this isn’t nerve-wracking. But, I’m here. So here it goes...

You recalled the day your professor had graded you horribly, then the words came.

“How many more times should I feel,

Misunderstood?

How much longer before the world could hear my plea?

This forged, silent treatment had left me in chains,

Chains of choices, between the innovator and the warrior.

When can I rise? When can I fly? When will it be my turn to spark the flames of positive change?

For a brokenhearted daughter? Or the drifting, confused sister?

Where I'm from, there’s promises of empowerment...

Only to be broken and unfounded.

Then let them take credit, erase your name, your contribution, your standing,

Because your leadership is a threat.

How much longer before I can reclaim my power, spread my wings and fly?

I guess only time will tell.”

At the end of your segment, the audience snapped their fingers, whistled and offered their rounds of applause. You took a bow, and noticed Erik’s completed painting: A group of women, staring out of the jail cell, counting the stars. The bottom part of the picture featured his interpretation of what marginalization and institutional racism looked like, from your eyes.

You couldn’t help the warmth radiating your cheeks. Originally, you liked him. Admired him. Favoured him.

Tonight, you fell in love even more. He gets it.

You returned back to your seats, when your hands caught his face and your lips captured his. Thankfully, no one had noticed. The gem on your necklace formed a shield that barred others from seeing what was happening.

His tongue probed entry, and you allowed it. Although, you’ve noticed something a little unusual. Breaking the kiss, you inquired, “Is that a tongue ring?”

Erik chuckled and smacked your butt. “And what’s so important about that?”

Giggling, you added, “You’re dangerous. Now kiss me silly.”

Your lips locked again.

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[thesixthh0ekage]

Wow that hemlock grove gif is really giving me flashbacks of how much I love Roman Godfrey and it’s almost making me want to go watch that show again even though it was god tier stupid!

i have tried to start watching it specifically cause i like bill’s bug-eyed ass and i absolutely agree with you lmao it is WILD awful but like??? he’s fine as fuck so i just try to get through it. 

the most RIDICULOUS shit happens and i just be like i girl i GUESS as long as i am rewarded with a sex scene or something for my efforts 😭

[reckoningss]

Wow....I-um...I’m gonna.......Y’all mind if I ugly cry??

Truly. I like to think that I push myself to write out of my comfort zone, but working on Torment really felt like going into new territory and challenging myself. I actually felt like I took risks with this and to read your words makes me feel as though it paid off and I can’t even begin to tell you how powerful that is.

I’m getting really emotional; this is so crazy. I really didn’t think anyone would like this fic - much less connect with it on the level that you have - but I really didn’t want to shelve it. So for you to look at it and see characterization and elements of craft and not just meaningless violence makes my heart swell and I’m not even sure how to deal. That was my biggest fear with this piece and you just absolutely quashed it.

Thank you so much for reading Torment and for telling me how it made you feel and for just being an absolute angel and a gift. Also, you can call me bitch anytime. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Torment

Summary: Frank’s demons catch up to him in the worst possible way - by getting to you.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Descriptions of physical violence, blood and torture.  Reader discretion is advised

Wordcount: 5.8k

A/N: I just wanted to try something new and this was the result, not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Feedback is welcome. 

You don’t hear them coming. Don’t notice the shuffle of too many feet until the footsteps are on top of you like the rumble of thunder and there’s a hand over your eyes and another over your mouth and nose. Your breathing goes shallow - heartbeat kicking up to a sprint - feet just beginning to mill wildly in retaliation as you’re lifted off the ground. Blood is rushing in your ears - blood like river rapids and fear like an ice flow in your veins. Max’s leash slips from your fingers; you let it go to claw at the hands that hold you, tearing at calloused skin with your fingernails in a desperate, losing fight to get free. You can only barely hear him growling over the rush of blood and the grunts of strange men. He coughs a vicious bark and someone swears and screams and then there’s a wet tearing and the sound of something sinking into flesh and a whimper.

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[disneysdarlingdiva]

BLACK GIRLS!

What our lock screens and home screens looking like?

I tag: @uhlxis @dramaqueeenamby @vikkidc @hoopshoney @royallyprincesslilly @princessstevens @marsincharge @kimreesesdaughter @yourbigsisnissi @kumkaniudaku and @sonofnjobu

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEEEEEE

🥺🥺🥺 it's my birthday and I'm so excited because I'm 21 and its about to be littttt. I had such a wonderful, awesome, brilliant year and I'm honestly so ready and excited for the next one. But anywayyyy, I would like to thank @uhlxis @sonofnjobu @muse-of-mbaku @ghostfacekill-monger @killmongurl @chaneajoyyy @princessstevens @hoopshoney @halcyonscry @cancerianprincess and @samingtonwilson

You ladies have made me absolutely over the moon multiple times this year and made me realize that being a woman of color is something that I'm proud to be. Thank you all so much and may the next year be everything you all deserve 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[thehomierobbstark]

HC/ y/n is mad at Erik cause he did something dumb and he’s trying to make it up to her “kiss me like you mean it “

Shame [Prelude] // Communication [Part II] //  In The Cut [Side Story]

A/N: So I have an inkling who might’ve asked this question *cough @wakanda-inspired cough* but I hope this turned out the way you were hoping anon!

I wanted to get something out for Valentines Day while I’m working on other stuff, and this isn’t part of it but don’t forget to check out the With Love, From Wakanda Fic Fest that @purple-apricots and @hoopshoney are hosting.  @wawakanda-btch posted the first one I’ve seen so far and and I’m super excited about it.

Anyway, I know some peeps do celebrate Valentines Day and some don’t, but I just wanted to dedicate this fic out to all of yall.  I know I write Erik in super cheesy n corny ways sometimes, but we all deserve to have people in our life who will take the time to learn us authentically.  Romantic or otherwise.  Hope yall like it!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, crossing your arms as you lazily trail out in front of the rest of the group, feet moving slowly as you put one foot in front of the other and attempt to walk in a straight line, if for no other purpose than for your own personal enjoyment.  You were pretty through with the night, but you didn’t want to rush along anyone and risk dampening the fun mood, so you tried occupying yourself as best you could to keep from sending out the wrong vibrations.

You feel the presence come up next to you before it makes itself known, but you ignore it, choosing to feign ignorance instead of acknowledging it with your usual situational awareness.

The presence lingers for a moment, waiting for you to notice it, but when you don’t it inches a little closer, nudging its shoulder against yours with a light tap, the spot where it touches you feeling tingly.

“So, how’d you like the movie?” He asks you, and you glance up at him, seeing his eyes lit up and full of interest.

“It was ok.” You answer flatly, shrugging your shoulders, and those eyebrows of his hike up, not expecting your nonchalance.  

“Oh.”

It was an honest answer.  The movie was just OK. Even though it wasn’t just the movie you were expecting more out of tonight.

You divert your attention back down to your feet, indulging again in your own little game of ‘Walk the Plank’. The presence next to you grows quiet again, and you know he’s observing you, trying to figure out what’s going through that head of yours.  

It doesn’t phase you, already knowing that whatever emotions you had you didn’t wear them on your face.

Luckily, you were hard to read like that.

This was the second time-

*Correction*, the third time that the both of you had hung out this week with your friends, and you were starting to get the feeling that maybe there was something happening between the two of you.  

At least, that’s what you thought… up until tonight.

“Everything okay?”

You can hear the hint of worry hiding somewhere behind his words, and part of you wants to just drop it and chalk your mood up to being tired or something.

You nod your head, shrugging your shoulders again, eyes focused somewhere on the floor.

Don’t be petty. Don’t be petty. Don’t be petty.

You lift your head and look him in the eyes, smiling.  

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He returns the smile, visibly relaxing now, diverting his own eyes to the floor now as he chews on his lip.

You quirk an eyebrow, watching him, and open up your mouth again.

“So where’s your friend at?”

Fuck.

The sound that comes out of his mouth is something between a choke and a snort, and he brings a fist up to his mouth to clear his throat before looking back your way.

The smile is still plastered on your face, but not an evil one, just…friendly.  Weirdly friendly.

You can see his eyes squint a little as he quickly studies your face, trying to figure you out, but there’s nothing to see except what appears to be your innocent smile.

“You, you mean Clarissa?” His voice almost cracks at the end as he points a thumb back in the direction of your friend group, referring to it’s newest blonde member, but you don’t even bother to look.

You know who she is.

“Oh? Is that her name?” The charade you’re putting on sounds so real you almost believe it yourself for a second, and you have to drag your attention back to the conversation at hand to keep from verbally patting yourself on the back.

“Clarissa?” You repeat (for clarification, of course), and the name sounds harsh and abrasive in your mouth, but that doesn’t keep you from saying it with perfect pronunciation.

“Yeah, yeah no she’s back there chillin, I guess.” It’s his turn to shrug now, and he almost acts as if he didn’t spend the entire movie sitting right next to her. While you were all the way on the other side.

Out of the group, you and Erik were the only single people, and while you usually hated it when your friends’ boyfriends tried to set you up, you liked Erik.

He’d just happened to be back in town the same week his boy had made plans, so it wasn’t like he was there for you.He was just… there too.

But you’d clicked instantly.

The whole night you and Erik had been hanging together, picking right up where you’d left off from the other night.

Then Clarissa showed up.

Your voice keeps its same curious tone, and you press on.  Not to make him uncomfortable or anything, but just to…understand better.  After all, it’s not like the two of you were dating or anything, you were just friends.

Friends were allowed to be curious, right?

Maybe the feeling you thought you had between the two of you was wrong.

“Oh, OK.” You say, and silence falls between the two of you again for a moment as you reach the double door exit of the movie theater.  He opens the right side, holding it for you, and you brush past his chest a little as you walk out.  

You can feel the solid muscle resting underneath his sweatshirt and smell the scent of his body wash, and before you can let yourself get distracted by it you accidentally blurt out your next sentence more aggressively than you wanted to.

“Umm, you can go hang out with her if you want, you know.  You don’t have to be up here with me.” You word vomit, and you squeeze your eyes shut, mentally face palming.  

So much for trying to be subtle.

“What?” He walks out behind you, letting the doors shut, but you don’t stop walking, not wanting to have to look him in the face.

Your feet unwittingly stop in their tracks after a few steps and you blow out a sigh, your body betraying your urge to flee. “I mean…”

You scratch at the back of your head, gathering up all your courage to deal with the dumbass situation you’ve just put yourself in.

“…don’t feel obligated to be up here with me.  If you wanna go be with her that’s okay-”

“Be with her? Who said I wanted to be with her?” He interrupts you, and you open your eyes to see he’s standing in front of you now, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and what looks like frustration.

Shit. You so didn’t mean for it to go this way.

“Nobody! I’m just, I’m just saying that if you wanted to you could-”

“Y/n.”  He stops you again, but this time when you look up at him his face is oddly calm, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth barely hidden by his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

You don’t say anything at first, but when he raises his eyebrows at you as if to repeat himself, a small ‘yeah’ escapes your lips.

“…Are you …jealous?”  You can hear the teasing lilt in his voice, and your face deadpans, your feet working again as you stomp past him.

Jealous? You? Please.  You’d sooner watch the original ‘Birth of a Nation’ than ever let anything that girl says or does intimidate you.  You knew your self worth, and you’d rather die alone than let any man think you’d waste your time competing for his attention.

You can hear his boisterous laughter behind you, and you quicken your pace, but you don’t get very far before you feel his arm wrap around your waist and pull you back, feeling the deep rumbling emanating from his chest.

“Alright alright ma, damn, I was just joking.  Where you think you going anyway? We all drove together.”  He wraps his other arm around you to keep you in place, emphasizing his words.

“I got Lyft, I’m good.” You sniff back, and he kisses his teeth, dragging you both backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of one of the patio tables, and he lifts the both of you onto it to sit, you on his lap.

You sit there stubbornly for a few moments, and when he realizes you’re not going to speak he rolls his eyes, breaking the silence.

“So you gon tell me wassup, or what? Why you acting like this, babygirl?”  His voice is soft but stern, and you stir a little in his arms at the pet name.

“I’m not acting like anything,” you try and disagree, but your words sound distant and clouded in your ears, losing some of their bite.

He sighs patiently behind you, leaning forward to tighten his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You can feel him looking at you, and you turn your head away, staring through a hole in the grated table to the ground.  

“… I’m trying, okay? Just… give me a second.” Your voice is just above a whisper, but he still hears what you say.

“I know,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder through you sweater, and he lays his head there.  “Take your time.”

You take a few beats to gather your thoughts, mulling them over in your mind a few times to make sure you’ll be able to say it right.

When you’re finally ready, you turn around a little to sit sideways in his lap, still facing away from him as you rest your head on his chest.

Taking a deep breath, you finally let it all out.

“Look…all I’m saying is if you’re interested in other people, that’s okay.  It’s not like we’re together or anything, all we did was share one kiss.  You’re free to do whatever you want and so am I, there’s no commitment here.”

A dry laugh that comes out as a sniff blows out through your nose, those shoulders of yours shrugging again as you try and crack a joke.

“It’s not like you live in California.”

Your last sentence hangs in the air for a bit, and when Erik doesn’t say anything, your heart starts skipping beats.  

Shit, was he offended?  You didn’t mean to offend him.  All you were trying to do was be honest…and keep your heart safe.

“Erik?” You wait a second for his response, but when it doesn’t come you turn your head to look at him.

His eyes are downcast, and a small smile plays on his lips.

“Do you think I just go around kissing strangers, Y/N?”

The question catches you off guard, and when he lifts his head to look at you, you don’t know what to say.

“Do I seem like the type of person who would kiss random people just for the hell of it?”

Well, it didn’t seem like he was the type.

“…no.”

“Then why would I kiss you and go be interested in someone else? You are the person I’m interested in, Y/N.  It’s you.”

You want to say something back to him, but when you open your mouth, an emotion you can’t place starts creeping up your throat, paralyzing you.

“Listen… that… ‘thing’ at the movies… trust me, ya boy not interested.  I was trying to get back over to you but ol’ girl couldn’t take a hint.  Figured I’d just be polite and let her sit next to me during the movie.  It’s not like it’s her I’ll be calling anyway when I get back home tonight.”

He flashes that knee weakening smile at you, his golds peeking out, and you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest.

“So what you tryna say? You got hoes now?”  You joke, and he fake groans in annoyance before grabbing you up in a gentle headlock, pressing kisses to your temple as you squeal and struggle.

“You so annoying, I swear,” he grumbles, and after you calm down he releases you and cups your chin in his fingers, angling your face towards his.

“Gimme kiss,” he mumbles, and you lean up a little, pressing your lips flat against his for a soft lazy smooch.

“Mmmm,” he moans against your lips .“Mm Mm.”  He detaches from you.  

“Nah,” his full lips poke out in a pout. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Blushing, you smooth your hand against the back of his head and pull him into you, lips parting to accept his full, juicy ones between yours, both your tongues poking out to taste each other.

He sighs in contentment into your mouth, and his hands latch onto your soft waist as he takes over the kiss, letting his tongue roll against yours.

Leaning into him you wrap your arms around his neck, breaking the rough kiss to give him gentle teasing pecks that make him whine from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you’re making me miss you already,” He whispers into your skin, nudging his face down into the crook of your neck and taking a huge inhale.  

It sends sparks across your skin, and when he groans hungrily at your scent you can feel the vibration in your whole body, making you clench in different places.

You both get lost in euphoria until a loud voice from a ways away grabs your attention.

“Uhh… y’all ready to go?” You rise out of your blissed state as you pull away from Erik, looking around dazedly to find the source.

You spot Rashad, Erik’s friend, looking curiously at you two from his spot across the patio, and the rest of your group behind him snickering childishly, including Clarissa.

“Yeah bro we comin!” Erik yells back, all his attention still on you.

“Well meet you there,” he mutters, not really caring if his friend heard or not, and he buries his face into your neck, growling and fake munching on your skin as your laughter fills the air.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warnings: CollegeBoi!Erik, Softboi!Erik, Fluff,

[sonofnjobu]

Princess

You and M’Baku have a young daughter (5). The two of you have different understandings of what it means to be a princess. Reader is Black.

This is for @hoopshoney‘s writing festival. I chose the prompt “Can I touch you?”

It’s a feel good, piece. But it is shorter than I intended. Whoops!

If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.

You felt a sort of trepidation when you found out your baby was a girl. Yes, of course you were excited, but also worried about the obstacles already set against her. You feared her mistreatment. You feared her dismissal. You feared her being disregarded as nothing more than a “pretty pretty princess.”

You’d attempted to voice these concerns to your husband one night as you readied your daughter for bed.

“But she IS a princess! What is wrong with that?” M’Baku cooed, taking her from you. She was so tiny in his broad hands. This giant man absolutely melted whenever he held her and you could see the pride gleaming in his eyes. He leaned her up against his rumbling chest as he hummed Jabari lullabies and her eyelids fluttered closed.

You’d decided not to bring it up again, knowing that at least she was always safe with her baba.

---

She was five now, and the concern still lived in the back of your mind. You winced every time someone met your daughter and instantly commented on how pretty she was. How she must be a princess because she was so pretty. You felt as though your child was being boiled down to pink and sparkles every time the word ‘princess’ was uttered. Even her father called her that.

You decided you would speak to M’Baku about it again. Surely he would listen to you as Jabari women were meant to be strong! They were warriors and strategists, not fluffy princesses.

You strode towards your bedchambers, determined to speak with your husband. You stopped when you overheard his voice in your daughter’s play room. You peered around the threshold and listened.

“Can I touch you?” M’Baku asked.

“NO!” your daughter yelled. She stamped her foot and put her tiny hand in his face as he approached her.

“EXACTLY!” M’Baku boomed. “No one can touch you without your consent. Not even for a hug.”

She looked pensive for a moment, her tiny brown face screwing up in concentration. She decided to flip the lesson around to see if she understood it.

“Can I touch you?” she asked her father.

“Yes, you may,” M’Baku allowed.

She tugged on his pant leg, imploring him to sit down amongst her toys. He obliged and positioned his hulking body precariously on a small wooden chair. She climbed eagerly on to his knee.

“Well, Princess, it seems we have a problem in Jabariland, and I, your royal advisor, want to go over some things with you,” M’Baku began, elongating his voice to sound very official. He gestured to the knit dolls and wooden animals strewn across the floor.

“It seems the watering hole has dried up. There is no water left in Rhino Town.” M’Baku looked at his daughter very seriously, waiting for her to absorb the problem. She mirrored him and furrowed her brow.

“The dolls have plenty of water in their village, but they do not want to share. They want to sell the water to the Rhinos so they can make money.”

Your daughter gasped, looking appalled.

“It is your job, Princess, to instruct your people on what to do. What do you think?”

She sat for a moment in silence before hopping off of M’Baku’s leg. She teetered over to the dolls, picking one up and staring at it intently.

“If the Rhinos do not get water, they will die, Baba?” she asked.

M’Baku simply nodded, stony faced.

“Then they have to share,” she decided matter-of-factly. “They will not sell it.”

“But what happens if we run out of water?” M’Baku challenged her, determined to push her just a little bit farther.

“We will use the snow from the mountains,” she answered almost instantly.

M’Baku clapped his mighty hands together and cheered.

“Glory be to Hanuman! You really are a wonder! Snow for water! How smart!”

She bounced up and down, giggling. M’Baku leaned in towards her, serious again.

“And remember, little one. To be a good princess we must be smart, strong, considerate, and fair. You are always capable and you are always worthy.”

You didn’t realize you had begun to cry. Your small sniffle gave away your position. Your daughter ran over to you.

“Mommy!” she squealed. “Come play Princess with us! You can be the queen.”

You hurriedly wiped your face as you smiled, embarrassed by your tears. But she was perceptive and had seen you crying. Her small face twisted up again as she figured out how to fix your problem.

“Can I touch you?” she asked finally. You nodded.

You smiled as your little princess enveloped you in a tight hug.

[Masterlist]

[terrablaze514]

Social Media Woes (2) - Snippet Saturday

Sorry y'all, more snippets ahead. RL makes demands and I have to make some tough decisions/moves. Long story short, I need to calm my nerves, mind and muscles after a super challenging week... With ultimatums and triggers. Thanks for being patient with me. I'll bounce back in due time. So here's a look ahead...

Official posting TBA

Marcus:

Erik (after haircut):

Troy:

Car:

*****

"Yo! Marcus, wait up man!"

The bigger man sighed heavily. "What do you want now? And no, I'm not interested in your bomb plan."

"It's not like that. I need your help with something different."

M'Baku, in his disguise, crossed his arms. "Okay, what is it? And make it quick."

"Best barber in town?"

Marcus narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Erik huffed. "Listen. There's this chick who wouldn't leave me alone. She's… strange. A serial stalker, and I often wonder what her intentions are."

Marcus smirked, then cocked an eyebrow. "So? Solve it."

Agitated, Erik crossed his arms. "How? How am I supposed to be okay with this? The very first day we crossed paths, she tried touching my locs. Stole my glasses once, too. I cannot stand the idea of letting her get too close."

"Your problem, not mine. Where's Troy?"

Erik rolled his eyes. "T'Challa ain't home. Can I get your best barber's number, please?"

"But what about the Royal family in Wakanda?"

"It'll grow back. I just need to get rid of this distraction of hers."

Marcus retrieved a pen and paper from his jacket and scribbled. "Good luck. I'm about to be late for study hour."

Erik bit back a chuckle. "Relax man," he said as he took the paper. "At least you get to be sent out here as a spy. Us two have to study."

Marcus chuckled. "I already graduated, silly. Good luck, though."

~•~•~

It's been nice crossing paths with Marcus, but there are more pressing issues at hand.

You.

Erik made it out of the barbershop and spotted Troy Clue in his convertible.

"So where are we headed?" his cousin asked.

"Make it Jugo Juice or Tim's. I'm starved!"

Troy revved the engine to hide the loud growl in his own stomach. "Actually, Boston Pizza has special discounts today. Let's see what they've got."

Erik smirked. "All that fattening stuff? Really, Cuz? I could've sworn your Pops has a vendetta with them."

By now, they were already on the go.

"But Uncle said it's cool, especially when we're with a group of people."

Erik looked around. "And, where is this group?"

"At school. That's why I'm headed in that direction first."

Erik sighed. "As long as we don't see that stalker, I'm good."

Troy made a knowing glance. "You sure? I mean, I've been tracking her IP address for a while and she's spent the previous night Google searching your name."

"What time was that?"

"Around 1:30am. Straight from her dorm room."

Erik's mouth opened and closed when his phone dropped from his hand.

"I know it sounds crazy, but-"

"How do we keep her away from Wakanda? I know that piece of information remains hidden from the world, but this entire situation is giving me trust issues. When it's my turn, I want to open Wakanda's borders and put a stop to the atrocities Black people experience... But she presents a frickin' setback!"

Troy cocked an eyebrow. "Ahem. We won't know until we fight for the mantle. Regardless of who wins, I will gladly open Wakanda's borders. However..."

As they pulled up at the parking lot, Troy gave Erik a stern look.

"What makes you think she's more powerful than you? Powerful enough to ruin your leadership, or chances of success? You've always been the smart one."

Erik's eyes lit up. "Hol' up, Cuz. I got it."

"A solution I presume?"

"Nah... Even better." A triumphant smirk brightened his features. "It requires grit, but I'll need your help on this one."

"Oh?"

"Let's order some pizza and all that good stuff, host a party at our luxury dorm, and..."

Troy tried his hardest not to laugh. "And?"

"Don't laugh!" Erik snapped. "It's time to concentrate. Or else I'll tell the others back home why Shuri's better than you!"

"Okay, okay! So what is this game plan?"

Erik bit back a chuckle, grabbed his cousin by the collar and whispered his vile ideas in his ear. Troy's eyes lit up, followed by a low whistle and pulled away.

"You're sure about this?"

"Let's get to it."

Erik unbuckled his seat and stepped out of the car; confidence accentuated his every move as he headed into the restaurant. Troy's fingers tapped the steering wheel.

"Bast, what did I get myself into?"

Knock knock.

Troy looked up to see an agitated Erik pointing towards Boston Pizza. How'd he get there so fast? Unbuckled from his seat, he stepped out and shut the door.

"Aye, chill out man," said Erik, surprisingly calm, tapping Troy's shoulders. "At the end of the day, I have the end goal here. Now let's keep it casual until then - or else I'll give Shuri a boost. And she gets to rule over you for a year."

Now an agitated Troy chased a mischievous Erik into Boston Pizza. Talk about role reversal.

*****

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[madamslayyy]

Prisoner of Love (Erik “N’Jadaka” Killmonger x Black! Reader)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black! Reader

A/N: IM 👏🏾 HORRIBLE 👏🏾WITH 👏🏾DEADLINES 👏🏾BUT 👏🏾I 👏🏾MADE 👏🏾IT 👏🏾✊🏿‼️ So this is my submission for @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots Valentines Day Fic Fest, With Love, From Wakanda . This is actually shorter than I intended but I ran out of time so one day a part two might pop up (but it won’t be anytime soon, I’m so sorry y’all). Anyways this is it, I didn’t know who to tag so I just tagged random ppl I thought might be interested.

Warning: Kidnapping??? Imprisonment. Loss of Will. Nothing triggering honestly but conceptually I could see this being a problem.

Prompt: 27. “Nothing was planned but it certainly worked out for me.”

~*~

“You could smile, y’know. I walked all the way down here to see your pretty ass and this the reception I get?” His dimples flaired more than usual when he was angry. And he was always angry.

He’d gotten into a sort of routine. He’d come see you every three days and if you behaved he’d give you a present. You never behaved the way he wanted, never disrespectful/ disruptive but not the lovestruck admirer he craved either. You might not have much entertainment in this glass cage he’d condemned you to but you had come to find a smidgen of pleasure in watching him burn the trinkets in front of you after he didn’t get what he wanted. There was something about seeing his effort go to waste that made you feel victorious, even if only for a millisecond.

“Some way to treat ya king. Gonna make sure we break you-out of that real soon.” He sank into the throne like chair he’d had installed in the room (on the other side of the glass) and so began the ritual. He’d sit in the other side of the glass for hours, telling you about his day, his Kingly duties, how he was going to ‘fix’ Wakanda and then the world. He would talk to you about any and everything and of course you’d sit there and listen silently, like a good prisoner does.

On days when he’d run out of things to say, he’d simply gaze at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. You hated every second of it.

The first day you’d been in-prisoned by N’Jadaka was the second day he’d been King. You worked for the crown as a bookkeeper, a boring paperwork filled job swarming with numbers, algorithms, expenses, and budgets. The newly instated King has stormed the Wakandan Department of Finance to let everyone know they were fired and could go home, he wasn’t about to let anyone ‘budget’ his revolution.

You’d been on your way out he door when he violently grabbed your arm, nearly breaking it. You turned your big doe-like eyes to him, fear instantly taking residence within you. It was public knowledge that this man had savagely murdered the former King T’Challa and Spiritual Leader Zuri in cold blood. If he could put an end to them so frivolously, then it would be nothing for him to kill a nobody such as yourself.

“What’s your name,” He asked in a voice barely above a whisper. Your face must have gave way to your confusion because his grip on your arm loosened, but only marginally.

“Your name, ma. I won’t ask again,” he commanded. Even with you blood running cold in your veins, you could recognize he was easily the most handsome man you’d ever come encounter with.

“Y-Y/N.... your highness,” you squeaked. You felt like you were about to pass out.

“The voice matches the face... and the body.” he murmured to himself. He continued staring at you for what felt like an eternity before he finally nodded to his second-in-comamnd. You knew immediately who he was. W’Kabi, leader of the border tribe, traitor to Wakanda and the crown.

“Take her into custody,” he barked and immediately you found yourself being dragged away by two of W’Kabi’s men. That was the last day of your freedom.

“Look at me y/n,” he said in a stern voice, breaking you from your train of thought.

“I am,” you said softly. Even if your mind was a million miles away, you always kept your eyes on him. It would take less than a second for him to press the button on his Kimoyo beads to make the glass between the two of you vanish. Though you were already completely at his mercy, it often felt as if the glass barrier that kept you locked in your cell was the only form of protection you had from him.

“No you’re not. Your eyes are on me but you’re not seeing me.” You knew he couldn’t bare when all of your attention wasn’t completely focused on him. In the abundance of free time being King N’Jadaka’s prisoner had granted you, you’d often taken to psychoanalyzing your captor. You wondered if he often felt as if no one saw him, perhaps he was often ignored in childhood, spurring such an insecurity in his later life.

The silence between you two lingered on, him gazing at you as if he were studying you. You were the same each and every day but he always watched you as if he were discovering something new.

Finally he stood from his chair, approaching the glass. He took off one of his kimoyo beads and entered it in the key pad to your right. The glass between you two vanished and your body instantly went rigid. He handed you a small box which you accepted with shaking fingers. He backed out of the cell before reigniting the glass.

“Open it,” he urged, his eyes more intense than ever. You opened the small velvet box to reveal a ring made of pure gold with a diamond bigger than any rock you’d ever seen nestled in the middle.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked softly, arms folded across his enormous chest.

“February 14th,” in the months since you’d been his prisoner, you actively kept up with the date. It helped keep you sane.

“Little something called Valentines Day where I’m from. A celebration of love,” you’d never heard of such a holiday so you remained silent.

“It only seemed fitting on such a day that I make you my wife.” Your eyes suddenly flew open in shock causing the King to grin wickedly.

“N-no. Your highness please I d-“

“Take a long look around Y/N. Tonight is your last night in this cell.” His voice boomed as he began to walk away.

“Was this all apart of your plan? Take over Wakanda, kidnap and marry the first girl you see?” You asked quietly. You almost thought he hadn’t heard you when he paused.

“None of this was planned but it certainly worked out for me.” And with that, he was gone.

You looked down at the ring. It was gorgeous. But you knew what it really stood for. It was more or less shackles that would bind you to him for all of eternity. You had to bring yourself to question was this a fate worst than death?

~*~

The next morning came and you were greeted by two Dora Milaje who came to retrieve you from your cell.

It felt like only hours since the king had left you with the velvet box in your hand. Maybe it had only been hours, there was no telling how long N’Jadaka was with you yesterday. The cell he kept you in was deep underground with no windows or clocks for you to tell time. Your eating schedule where a designated maid brought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner was your only way of keeping track of the days.

“It’s time,” one said in an unbelievably deep voice. She was beautiful of course but so were most of the Milaje.

You put up no fuss, allowing them to escort you out, the same way you allowed them to scrub your hair and skin until your brown skin glowed a slight red tinge, the same way you allowed them to dressed you in the most extravagant white American styled wedding dress you’d ever seen. One last look in the mirror before the wedding was supposed to begin and you hardly recognized yourself. The hair, the makeup, the jewelry; you looked beautiful but it wasn’t you. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was who you were about to become. After all, you were about to be a Queen.

The ceremony was surprisingly short, shorter than normal Wakandan royal weddings, thanks to N’Jadaka of course.

Except for the first day he’d seen you when he’d grabbed your arm, you hadn’t touched N’Jadaka since. So when he held your freshly manicured hands in his own enormous ones, you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. He held them gently, rubbing small circles in the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Through the power of Bast, I declare you bonded for life, King and Queen of Wakanda.” The new Spiritual Leader, Ghube, rang out. N’Jadaka allowed a small smile to grace his lips before he captured your lips in his own. They were softer than you expected, the hairs of his beard tickling your face. He grabbed you by the waist, deepening the kiss. The witnesses cheered loudly and you felt your cheeks heat up even more.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he said breathily as he pressed his forehead against your own. He was so close to you. And so large. His body easily engulfed your own and you were suddenly filled with a feeling of dread. With his new role as your husband, he would expect you to perform certain wifely duties. Duties you weren’t sure you could handle. Your experience was limited to say the least and you’d never been with anyone who could hold a candle to the King’s flame. His incredible beauty aside, he was confident, strong, psychotic, always got what he wanted apparently and didn’t take no for an answer. How on earth did they expect you to bed a man like that? Or worst, give him an heir.

You were stoic the remainder of the ceremony, the impeding dread of your wedding night consuming you.

“Aye, you good?” N’Jadaka asked quietly in your ear. It was nothing for him to lean over because you two had been impossibly close since the moment the two of you were wed. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you, only further perpetuating your unease.

“I’m not feeling well. It’s just a lot going on, I’m a little dizzy,” you said, trying to excuse your behavior.

“Aight,” N’Jadaka squeezed the side of your thigh his hand had previously been resting on as a form of comfort you supposed before standing up.

“Alright, weddings over! If you not staff or cleanup crew, get ya asses out!” N’Jadaka yelled abruptly, causing the room to still. Nobody seemed to really know what to do so they all stared at him awkwardly.

“Did I fucking stutter?!” That kicked them into high gear and everyone made a quick B-line for the door.

“C’mon, lets get you to the royal doctors,” N’Jadaka said going to help you up.

“No, really I’m fine. That won’t be necessa- AH” he picked you up bridal style as if you weighed nothing. You clung to his neck for dear life. Nobody had ever picked you up before and here he’d done it with such ease.

“I’m gonna have them take a look just in case.”

“I’m serious, my king. I’m fine, I just need to rest.” You said and he tensed.

“What did you just call me?” His eyes looked almost feral and you thought he might throw you down to the ground on purpose.

“M-my King? I’m sorry I di-” You squeaked when he cut you off by crashing your lips to his. He moaned into the kiss, a deep guttural sound that made your heart flutter for a moment. To think he’d get so worked up over someone like you?

“I could get used to that,” he chuckled, breaking the kiss. You bit your already slightly sore lips, N’Jadaka’s affections leaving them swollen. You couldn’t believe he was that enamored with the title, as if everyone didn’t call him that. As if you hadn’t called T’Challa that a hundred times during his short reign.

As he carried you off to what would be your shared bedroom, you couldn’t help thinking how peculiar this man was. You’d watched him through the glass of your cell for months as he’d come and pour himself out to you and yet you’d never seen this side of him until today. He was an enigma, for sure.

He opened the door and carried you inside what easily had to be the most extravagant room you’d ever seen in your life. Dripping with gold and vibranium, this single room was bigger than any place you’d ever lived in your entire life. The bed was unnecessarily huge with feather pillows larger than your whole body and sheets made of pure silk. Had this been where he slept every night? It seemed like an awfully big bed to sleep in alone. If he was alone, that is. No wonder he was in such a hurry to find a wife.

“Home sweet home,” he said, laying you down on the bed. He took your shoes off one by one and began to massage your delicate feet in his large hands. If a year ago, someone had told you you’d be here in the most beautiful room you’d ever seen, on the softest bed you’d ever felt, receiving a foot massage from the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes of, all while wearing the title of Queen, well you’d have thought it was a delusional dream come true. And yet here you were.

“I know what you think about me... what they say...” N’Jadaka said bleakly, “but I’m letting you know now, that shit doesn’t matter. I’m gonna be a good husband to you. If you let me.”

Was he serious? He wanted to be a good husband? When he’d locked you in a glass cage like some doll for months?

“Okay,” you said, not really sure what response he was looking for. Apparently that did it for him because his hands started trailing up you leg under dress, stopping at your thigh.

“You’re still afraid of me,” he sighed, removing his hand.

“I-I um..”

“I can hear your heart palpitating, and you’re trembling Y/N.” He interjected. “I took the heart shaped herb, I’m the new Black Panther remember.” Shit, how could you have forgotten something as important as that.

“It’s... it’s not you I’m afraid of.... I’m just not any... good at that,” N’Jadaka nodded, licking his lips.

“I can help with that,” he cooed, unbuttoning his shirt.

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Lmao! They’re both so used to Mia being the level-headed partner because Thor is prone to charging into battle half-cocked. Mia’s temper is just as hot, she just has a bit more restraint. But when she feels strongly about something she’s incorrigible.

I love that you mentioned Criminal Minds! That, Law & Order: SVU and the movie Se7en are all big inspirations for this series.

Thanks for being one of the two people that reads The Shield! You’re always such an encouragement and give such great feedback 💙💙💙😭

The Shield - Part 3

Summary: Homicide Detectives Mia Wallace and Thor Odinson are partners with a reputation for closing tough cases. The latest, however, proves to be more difficult than the others as the two contend with a killer with an interesting MO, an overbearing district attorney, and unreconciled feelings.

Pairing: Detective!Thor x OC (Mia Wallace)

Warnings: None.

Wordcount: 2.3k

By the time Thor and Mia made the 20-minute drive back to the precinct, she was mad enough to kick the squad room door in. She didn’t. Such an outburst would only result in Captain Fury’s sizable loafer up her ass and three week’s worth of desk duty. Neither were particularly desirable outcomes.

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Then Stop Ignoring Me

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. For the With Love, From Wakanda fic fest from @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots. My prompt was "Quit touching me, your feet are cold". Enjoy!

The moonlight filtered into the bedroom through the sheer dark curtain. Dancing with the light from the television to brighten the room from its pitch darkness. Sounds of voice actors filled the room from the cartoon you were watching as you were rested comfortably against the cushioned headboard. The thick comforter of the bed covered your legs, attempting to shield them from the air.

Irritation invaded your space as you watched the tv. Though your face was blank of any expression. You'd cursed him out in your mind a few times aside from a few muttered names. It was only a matter of time before he made his way to the room, waiting to be up under you.

You'd felt his presence before you seen him. His muscular frame taking up the space of the doorway with his broad shoulders and toned arms. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his sweatshorts as he stood there. You threw him a glance before focusing back on the tv. Ignoring him like he'd done you half an hour before with that game.

He sighed at your silence, easing into the room. You said nothing to him as he approached the bed. "What you watching, princess?" He stopped at the side of the bed, glancing at the television before looking to you. Clearly, you were watching Shrek but he just wanted you to talk to him.

"Shrek. Why?" Your voice was monotone as you hugged the small stuffed jaguar. He'd won it for you at a fair months ago and sprayed it with his cologne, for those nights he was gone for business. But he was here now, and he wanted you to cuddle him.

"Just asking.." He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of his next words. "Can I, um.. watch it with you?" His voice was soft, like a child when they knew they'd done wrong. And he knew he'd made you mad, mostly because you were treating him like he wasn't there. You were somewhat like him when you were upset, quiet and to yourself. So he'd do to you what you'd do to him when he was upset with you, butter you up.

You shrugged as you hugged Killa -that's the name you and Erik gave the Jaguar- closer to you. Moving over so that there was space between you and him. He sat on the bed, throwing glances at you as you focused on the television. You felt his stare, but didn't react like he'd wanted you to. Not even a glance. He pouted, mumbling a soft 'Princess'.

You shifted, ignoring his pouting. No matter how cute he was. He scooted closer, shifting the cover as he got beside you. His head laid against the headboard, brown orbs taking in your side profile. You rewarded him a second glance and he smiled. "I love you, baby." He mumbled, snaking his arms around you as he hugged you into his chest. "I lovee youu." He caught the corner of your lips twitch. A breakthrough?

"Quit touching me, your feet are cold." Your words were mumbled, but he heard you. He chuckled, pressing kisses to your cheek. Mumbling a soft 'then stop ignoring me'. "Why should I? You ignore me. Don't you have a game to focus on?" You pouted a bit, poking your full lips out as you looked at the television.

"I'm sorry about that, princess. I'm all yours now. I promise.." You rolled your eyes at his apology, dodging the kiss he tried to give your cheek. "You can cuddle with me instead. I want all your love.." The tip of his nose brushed against your cheek, making you fight off a smile. "Witcho' mean ass.." Woww. Shrugging him off, you attempted to break from his hold around you.

"Wait, wait, wait. I'm just playing, baby. I'm playing. Calm down..." He caught your arm, chuckling as you rolled your eyes again. Easing you back to him slowly. "Bring your fine ass back here.." Plopping back onto the bed, you held back a grin as you looked at him. His arms snaked around you as he mumbled hushed apologies, peppering kisses on your neck. "Can you forgive me, baby?" He mumbled in your ear, voice low and tempting.

You finally let a giggle escape your lips, your arm gently nudging him away. "I guess, I could forgive you.." He smirked at the reply, lifting himself to hover over you. And crawl his way between your fluffy thighs as he put Killa aside. You opened them wider to accommodate him, bringing a hand up to let your nails massage the skin beneath the dark hairs of his beard.

He growled at the feeling, asking what he'd have to do to make you sure. You hummed in thought, staring at his lips until you got your answer. "Hmm.. ice cream with graham crackers and a foot rub?" He chuckled at the request, nodding. Anything to make you happy.

"Done, thickems." He pecked your lips, lifting from you and getting out the bed. But not before delivering a smack to your thigh. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching him slip on his slippers. "Just do me a favor and put some socks on those ice blocks of yours to warm them up since you tryna play me about mine.." You snorted a laugh, tossing a pillow in his direction. Missing him as he hurried out the door with a laugh.

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By Bast - Chapter 18 (Erik x Reader)

A/N: Intern year is kicking my ass!!! This chapter is short and hopefully represents a sort of second arc. I hope you enjoy! Please reblog and comment :))) <3 

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As though an electric shock had just coursed through you, your head jolted up at the sound of the voice. You whipped your head around fast enough to cause whiplash, only to see the person you least expected sitting cross-legged at your rickety, one-person dining table.

“...Kumkani?” Am I dreaming? “How long have you been here?”

T’Challa uncrossed his legs and got to his feet, approaching you carefully with a concerned look on his face. “Just a few moments. I was awaiting your return.”

“You don’t seem to be adapting too well to this new life of yours, Nkiru.” He stated, matter of factly. T’Challa continued to watch you as one watches a hurt animal, eyebrows furrowed and upturned, eyes intent and observing. Then he moved to a squat beside you, where you were kneeling at bedside. Waiting, still waiting.

You were in utter disbelief of the nerve of this man.

I’m not adapting too well? I’m not ADAPTING too well?!!

You gave yourself a moment to swallow hard and take a deep breath before you spoke. Suddenly, you wanted that wrath back, the killing urge that had dissipated just seconds ago to give you the courage to wrap your hands around his neck.

“I think I am adapting as well as I can to exile, my king.” You all but hissed, eyes narrowed. Rising, you made your way to the furthest end of the room to the entrance to your hut, trying to put some distance between the two of you and even subliminally encourage a swift exit. 

He did not move from that very spot and so you realized you’d have to do whatever you could to have him quickly state his piece and leave.

“And to what do I owe this honor?” You said, voice dripping in mock sweetness. You cocked your head to the side to add to the pseudo-coyness.

To this, he spun around on his heels with a soft chuckle. 

“You are as entertaining as ever.” He gave you his classic amused smile, like a parent amused by their toddler’s disapproval. You hated him more and more for this.

“And you, my king, are as patronizing as ever.” You quipped. 

This must have been effective because finally his warm, patient look faded to a business expression. T’Challa rose to his full height as if to remind you how strong and imposing he could be if he wanted to be. By this time, you also realized he was wearing his panther suit, which made you wonder even more what his purpose was.

“I’ll make this quick,” he said, in a flat tone.

“I’m all ears, as long as it’s worth breaking into my home.” T’Challa’s eyes narrowed at the sass.

“There is no need for all this anger. You know very well that I had no choice.”

To this, you laughed at the top of your lungs. Maybe you were truly going insane. All of this was out of character for you.

“Ha! YOU had no choice? Of course you had a choice. You chose to exile me instead of killing me. It’s your country, remember?” You exclaimed. “You!” - with this, you thrust your finger at him - “have all the power in Wakanda!”

“Would you have preferred to die?” T’Challa replied, coolly.

Something about the way he said it put ice in your veins, something you were not accustomed to with T’Challa. This was an Erik statement. You fell silent.

T’Challa sighed, as if in acknowledgement that he had gone too far. He took your arm and led you away from the exit to your bed, gesturing for you to sit down. He sat down next to you, and clasped hands over your one hand. His hands were warmer than you expected.

“I came to extend you an olive branch, now that I have the chance. No one else knows that I’m here.”

Where exactly could he have said he was going in the middle of the afternoon? You thought.

“Why?” You looked at him hard in the eyes, looking for a trace of dishonesty, trickery… something that would make more sense than him suddenly appearing to forgive you.

“I think you’ve suffered enough.” Even though he likely meant this to assure you, he now looked away, letting go of your hand to press his hands on this thighs. 

The king got up and started pacing around the room.

“You’ve been living in… less than optimal conditions.” You felt a twinge of offense as he looked around at your surroundings. You thought of a snide comment about stating the obvious but decided against it.

“I’m happy here.” You said, unconvincingly. You lived alone in a stranger’s land yet again, except this time you did not come with the innocence of a child but with the mark of a person who came for lack of better options. Maybe that was all the negative energy that some of the villagers sensed from you.  

You also had to admit, you didn’t want to be alone for the next time Sekhmet decided to speak to you. Maybe on your way back, you’d ask Asha to cleanse you, just so you could finally be done with all of this and leave it behind.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

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Becoming a War Dog. That was T’Challa’s big plan.

You almost laughed yourself to tears until you realized T’Challa was dead serious. It did not matter how many times you reminded him that you were not exactly designed to fight, or to spy. This was the only out he gave you, take it or leave it.

You did have to admit one thing, however: it truly was the best solution. You couldn’t go back to Wakanda… at least not so soon. Too many people would talk about the king’s weakness if he couldn’t bring himself to punish even an insignificant temple girl. It set a bad precedent.

You looked carefully at the Kimoyo Card that T’Challa had left you before he was off, rubbing the cool metal with your thumb. You bit your lip anxiously. If you wanted to go, all you had to do was activate the ship in this large clearing, cloaked in an invisible force field. You’d leave without a trace, like you never existed. You had to recognize that it wouldn’t take long until the villagers started to question you for your freakout session earlier today. 

You took a step forward, paused, then took a step back. You’d never left this soil before, and now you were set for whatever destination was in place. A land where injustice based on skin tone was rampant and every interaction would be steeped in the context of hundreds of years of slavery and colonization.

In Wakanda, you were Wakandan. Everywhere else you’d be black first, and with that came a host of ugly assumptions that you’d learn to wade through and deflect. You’d get to know, intimately so, the world Erik so hated. 

You took a deep breath and boarded the ship.

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