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Tell Me You Love Me

Pairing: Erik x Dara (Black!OC)

Prompt: “Do you think you could? Love me, that is?"

Warning: Implication of PTSD;Mild Profanility

Word Count: 1,617

Posted: 06/08/18

A/N: this is my entry for @hoopshoney‘s FicFest :)

It was nights like these Erik Stevens had an abhorrence for. Nights when the stars were hidden by melancholic clouds, unyielding winds, and vociferous thunderstorms. He’d manage just fine during daylight, but it was something particular about the late hour and the utter silence after midnight that subjected him to surreal memories of his years in Iraq and Afghanistan; nine years he’d expunge if it were possible.

When the meteorologist on the evening news warned of server storms, lightning, and possible hail, Dara knew to pull out a few extra blankets and candles in preparation. Not for the storms, but for the man she knew would show up on her doorstep once the weather got bad enough.

They weren’t a couple, they couldn’t truthfully call themselves friends. All Erik and Dara were to each other were warm bodies that sustained one another when the need to copulate revealed itself. But last spring, when Erik showed up on her doorstep at 3 a.m. with unnerved eyes and barely held back tears, she’s welcomed him into her home without judgement ever since. So when the doorbell of her townhouse rang several times before ceasing, she climbed out of bed immediately.

Quickly she dressed her curves in a silk and light pink robe that complement the deep brown hue of her skin. Her living room and kitchen were littered with wax candles and smelt of soft vanilla. When she opened the glass and wood door out in the rain stood none other than the man she had made a home out of her body for. He was dressed casually, the thickness of his muscles and weight was covered in black jeans, a black hoodie, and a denim jacket; his hand clutched tightly at the fabric of his elbows, his stance did not resemble the soldier she had come to know. This was N’Jadaka the child, not the cocky and oftentimes rude Erik, Dara had come to know.

He stepped inside the living room, letting Dara stand balance on the balls of her feet to remove the now unnecessary layer of clothing. Erik enveloped the short woman with a thankful hiug and a kiss at the corner of her full lips, his fingers unconsciously massaging their way through her braids and scalp. She pulled back from his embrace and reached out for his hand, not missing the frown of his expression.

The walk to her bedroom was quiet, neither party saying a word; the physical contact between them was more than enough.

He was a strong man hurting and she was a woman willing to take away him pain.

After undressing and finding their way underneath the sheets of her bed, Erik positioned his frame in between the warmth and comfort of his woman’s thighs. The skin of her legs and hips were soft and smelt like cocoa butter, Erik’s thick fingers and large hands caressed and massaged the exposed flesh of her body as a silent praise while Dara’s hands wrapped over the tenseness of his broad shoulders and thick neck, rubbing out his deepest worries and fears, the ones he’d never spoken about.

When he groaned in appreciation of her hands working their way from the junction of his neck and shoulders all the way to his temples and finally his scalp, the black beauty smiled knowing she was the one easing his distress. A small laugh escaped her lips when Erik scooted further down and began snoring, his head resting perfectly between the comfort of her bosom.

Shortly after his slumber the power went out, but by then they were both sound asleep until they weren’t.

Erik’s rough breaths and sporadic movements is what woke Dara up. He was no longer between her legs and she was no longer his comfort. A moment had passed before her conscious was able to comprehend what exactly was happening to him, but when she came to Dara immediately jumped into action.

Erik sat on the flooring of an empty corner in the room; his hands and arms confined his knees and large thighs and he gently rocked back and forth. Sweat building at his brow. “Hey... hey, Erik.” If she could have seen herself in that moment she would have been scared. The crazed and wild look of her deep brown eyes and the way she pulled at her hair, this had only happened two other times before.

Her fingers gripped at his chin and beard, trying to get him to see her and not his flashbacks. “Look at me Erik. You’re safe, you’re here with me in Brooklyn. You’re not back there okay? No one can hurt you here. Please tell me you can hear me, please.”

For the second time that night, Erik’s head found its way between the valley of her breast. Her words transforming from a mantra to a sobful prayer to God, asking The Almighty to return him to the present and not to whatever horrible memory he was trapped in.

Eventually the shaking and hushed murmurs stopped. Erik felt like a wreck physically and emotionally, though now that the woman holding him had him coddled like a small child. He let out a slow puff of air, his hands tracing the warm skin of her lower back. He was the first to stand up, pulling Dara up with him. Her eyes bore into his, his neck crained downward to meet her. The fear on her face was blatant, but it calmed when Erik finally mumbled a ‘Let’s go back to bed’.

The power was still out and because Erik was too uncomfortable to sleep, neither did Dara. The embrace of her softness and legs gave him console, his strength pulling her closer than before, their eyes watching each other, mouths silent as the storm raged on without conscious for it wrecked the always usually calm and collected male.

He tapped away at her hip wanting to prevent her from leaving him alone in the night.

“Huh? I’m up, I’m up Erik what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He smiled faintly, watching as the bare faced woman before him sat up and began examining his body for scratches, cuts, and bruises only to find nothing out of place.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Erik too sat up from his relaxed position, his Oakland accent prominent as ever in those moments.

“What is it? You’re scaring me Erik, tell me. Say it.”

“I would if you stopped talkin’ for a minute—”

“Oh.” In embarrassment she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing away at as if it were edible. Erik’s thumb rubbed at her bottom lip, encouraging her to release it from her mouth. He found the nervous tick endearing almost, it was cute and he’d never seen her do it until now.

A heavy breath expelled from his mouth, the thumb that caressed her face twiddled. Despite his intimidating appearance scary demeanor, he was the nervous one.

“Do you think... Uh, oh my God Erik just say the shit.” Dara’s eyes cut and her neck pulled back, she was beyond confusion.

“Look, I don’t believe in that soulmate shit and I ain’t a lovey dovey ass nigga. I’m not clingy and I ain’t no butterball bitch.”

Dara’s questioning look transformed into a contagious laugh at Erik’s last words. “Okay?”

“Do you think you could,” He couldn’t say it, his body rebuked the idea of him being vulnerable, let alone in the presence of a black queen who’d been so down and open for him despite them not being a thing. “Babygirl, do you think you could actually do it, do this? Do you think you could? Love me, that is?”

She was noticeably unprepared for his question, Erik interpreted the shock on her face as an outright now. “Never mind, I’ll catch you later I guess.”

“N’Jadaka Udaka look at me,” She was on her knees in the bed tugging at his arm pleading for his attention. He refused. “Erik.” The firmness and assurance of her tone surprised him. In his two years of knowing the woman now begging for his eyes, he’d never heard her voice go above speaking volume.

“You never let me answer—”

“I didn’t need to.”

“Yes, you did. Sit down.” Following orders like the soldier he was he quietly and quickly sat onto the edge of the bed, refusing to look Dara in her eyes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips encapsulated the lower half of his body. The strength of her hands and fingers were used to encourage his eyes to look back at her.

“Ask me again; and this time let me verbally answer.”

He breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth in preparation. “Do you think you could ever love me? Not for the sarcastic, angry nigga I usually am, but for this version of me. I got some shit going on in my head and I know I can be a fuckin’ mess but...”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think you could love you? Not the act hard nigga facade, but the you beneath to surface? The one that’s been lied to and hurt. Can you love that version of yourself?”

“I mean yeah.. but—“

“But nothing. If you can love that version of you, the real Erik, then I can love Erik too,” He smiled somewhat. “But don’t fucking think you about to walk around here flirting with and fucking other girls, nigga I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled lightly, his hands moving themselves from her waist to knead the softness of her ass. “I gotchu ma.” Erik punctuated his sentence with kisses all over Dara’s face before laying her down and kissing over her body.

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The Fuck?

A/N: Sorry this is late I got word my queue didn’t post it. This is my second contribution to the @hoopshoney fic fest! This is just a friendly discussion about my favorite word in the English language. No beta all mistakes are mine. Enjoy my lovelies.

On Ao3

Warnings: a fuckton of fucks all up in this thang, also the n-word

Prompt: “Nah, nah, fuck that.” featuring T’Challa and the gang

Words: 1.2k

“You are making a really big deal out of nothing.” You sighed.

“I disagree. I don’t think you should say it.” T’Challa stated in the most annoyingly sincere way.

“Cuz you gotta stop being so controlling about this shit.” Erik chimed in. “It’s literally just a word.

This was minute 45 of a friendly conversation about the word “fuck”. It was no secret that it was your favorite word and you used it often. Erik always encouraged you being a fellow American in Wakanda but T’Challa not so much. Every time he heard it come out of your mouth it became a discussion on etiquette and being a proper lady and all that jazz. He meant well and was insistent you integrate into Wakandan culture easily but old habits die hard.

“To you it’s just a cuss word but to me it’s so much more.” You attempted to reason with him again. “Fuck is a word of passion and versatile like art or a good weapon.”

“I do not agree but if you must explain it to me again.” T’Challa was willing to humor you just this once.

“Finally! Let this queen educate you nigga.”

“I got this Erik.” You sat down on the couch between Erik and T’Challa. “Fuck is not a normal word. It has so many connotations and denotations. For example, ‘fuck you’ is a term of disrespect and a challenge. If I were to say ‘Fuck you Erik.’ He would probably try to fight me.”

“Watch yourself girl. Just cause you’re my best friend doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you up.” Erik sneered.

“Good example E. Now, if you were to flip the statement and say ‘fuck me’ there’s a different statement completely. It could be a romantic ‘fuck me’ as in what you and Nakia be doing at night.” She gave him a wink but continued before he could respond. “OR ‘fuck me’ is a term of annoyance. Like when I dropped those tools in Shuri’s lab and you scolded me for saying ‘fuck me’. I didn’t want sex I was upset with myself. Get it?”

“Yes, I understand but it’s still an unnecessary word. There are other ways to say those things.”

“Other ways are boring. Let’s do another example.” She stopped to think. “Ok, here’s a good one. The fuck, just fuck by its self. Fuck can mean ‘yikes’. Fuck can mean ‘damn that’s crazy’. Simply adding ‘oh’ in front of it and we have a whole new sentence. Oh fuck can mean you’re surprised. Oh fuck can also mean ‘this is delicious’. There are literally so many possibilities: ‘fuck this, that, up, down, sideways’. You can’t ask me to give this up. It’s inhumane. I didn’t move to Wakanda for all that.”

“All right ok, ok. I will not ask you not to use the word but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”

“Nigga I’m telling you embrace it and life will be easier.” Erik piped up. “But me and my homie here bout to roll out and get some food.” He got up off the couch and started to head out. You hung back a little longer to talk to T’Challa privately.

“Liberate yourself king. Really it might do you some good.

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A few days later they showed up again. Well, he showed up again, Steve. He had come to check on his friend. You were in the lab with Shuri when he and T’Challa strolled in.

“Good afternoon brother. Captain.”

Hello, Princess Shuri.” He greeted Shuri then turned to you. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Steve.”

“Sup Mr. America.” You replied flatly.

“Y/N it’s Captain.” T’Challa scolded.

“I’m the American here so I think I can call him what I please.” You eye Steve cautiously. “What you doing here?”

“He’s here to check on his special friend.” Shuri teased.

Steve cleared his throat. “Actually I’ve come to take him with me.”

“Y-You can’t do that. He’s not ready to leave.” Shuri sputtered. There was concern written on her face. It was no secret she took pride in fixing Bucky, like all her inventions, if she didn’t think he was ready to leave it was for good reason. She began to worry her lip between her teeth. You looked to T’Challa to try and diffuse the situation.

“Let’s all just relax. I’m sure there are reasons that The Captain is here and why he needs to take his friend away.”

“No one is taking Bucky away from Wakanda, he is not ready. I know his programming better than anyone and there are improvements to be made. He doesn’t even have the arm I’ve been working on.” You’d never seen Shuri so upset but you’ve also never seen anyone mess with her tech.

“With all due respect, I know Bucky better than anyone and he needs to come with me. I don’t expect you to understand.” It may not have been the words but his tone was definitely out of line and you had to speak up.

“Yo, fuck you. Shuri has been working to fix the fucked up head on your boyfriend for over a year and a half. If she says he’s staying it’s for good reason and you need to back the fuck up.” You didn’t mean to raise your voice but he had no right to come in here and demand anything from Shuri.

“You better watch your mouth. If I say he’s coming, he’s coming. It may hurt the her feelings but he isn’t an experiment, he’s my friend. I don’t expect you or this little girl to understand that.”

“Nah, nah, fuck that.”

For a moment it was like all the air in the room vanished. Shuri looked at you, you looked at the Captain, you all looked at T’Challa who just stared back. He looked just as surprised as you were when he let the ‘f’ word fly. And in front of Captain America. T’Challa cleared his throat. “What I am trying to say is that if Princess Shuri has decided that your friend is not yet able to leave her supervision that is the final word. She knows what she’s doing and I will greatly appreciate if you never refer to her as ‘this little girl’ again.” His tone left no room for conversation.

“Can I see him before I go?” Steve said through clenched teeth.

“Of course the Dora will escort you him.”

Steve gave a nod to T’Challa as he left. Once he was out of sight you and Shuri took one look at each other and fell the fuck out. After a good five minutes of non-stop laughter you registered that T’Challa was still standing there. He was standing there brows furrowed looking displeased.

“Come on T. You can’t say that didn’t feel good.” You said still trying to catch your breath. He held out for a few seconds then the smuggest of smug smiles burst onto his face.

“Ok, ok it was satisfying.”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” You cheered. “I gotta tell Erik about this.”

Shuri held up her kimoyo beads, “I recorded it! I’m sending it to the entire council.”

“Delete that footage!” T’Challa commanded.

Sharing a look you and Shuri answered together, “Fuck that.”

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Just Wanna Have Fun

A/N: Hey y’all! *waves* I’m so excited that this #ForWakandaFicFest is happening. Thanks to @hoopshoney for the idea that got me to post my first fic on here *sweats nervously*

Summary: A Prince isn’t always on his best behavior. A Dora isn’t always on duty.

Pairing: T’Challa X Dora!OC

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Based on prompt no. 2 from here

It is a good thing that it's Kalani.

T'Challa turned eighteen yesterday, which means he has been a man for two years and a day, yet the Dora Milaje continue to mind him, to shadow him as they did when he was a child. Where his father, the King, is simply accompanied wherever he chooses to go without comment, T'Challa is subject to questioning, to inquiry, to demands for explanations. T'Challa paces his quarters, more aware and certainly more resentful of the Dora posted outside his door than he's ever been. But since it is Kalani….T'Challa pauses and smirks to himself. On a spark of inspiration, he grabs his newly acquired Panther helmet and tucks it under his arm, to all appearances, ready for a mission. Then he's striding out his door, past the guard and into the hall.

When he exits his quarters, Kalani falls into step behind him. “No need, Kalani,” he says over his shoulder, not expecting much resistance, “I can take the ship out on my own.”

“Your Highness, it would be a great risk to take on a mission alone,” the Dora warns, matching his brisk pace down the corridor. “You have not had the ceremony of the heart-shaped herb. Your suit provides only so much protection.”

“It is but a small mission; I can handle it,” T'Challa answers, waving her concerns away. No need to tell her that the “mission” was a less-than-strictly-necessary fly around the countryside.

But Kalani knows him. She began her training at the palace when he was only ten years old, and she, thirteen. He is a young man now, but his habits have hardly changed. The way he'd fairly burst from his rooms, trying to bustle past her, the fact that he won't look at her, and the fact that she's heard nothing from her General about any mission all paint her a picture of the truth.

Kalani lengthens her stride, passing T'Challa in the narrow corridor, then turns and plants herself in the Prince's path. He stops short, staring into her almond eyes. “And how does King T'Chaka feel about your plans to take the royal ship out for a joyride, hmm?” She quizzes, shaved head cocked to one side.

For a moment, T'Challa looks every bit the guilty teenager. Then, not even bothering to offer a denial, T'Challa narrows his eyes and surveys his obstacle. He and Kalani are of the same height. He is solidly built where she is slender, but with her standard Dora Milaje spear, she is armed and he is not. But damnit, he is the Prince. He moves to step around her.

Quick as lightening, Kalani's spear is horizontal, held close to her body, blocking his way. “Nkosana, you must not,” she declares. “For your safety-”

“-ayyye, Kalani,” T'Challa rolls his eyes. When had she become so stuffy? “You are starting to sound like Okoye.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

He huffs, electing not to answer. “How about I make you a deal...”

“A deal?”

“A challenge.” T'Challa smiles. “Like old times.”

Kalani lowers her weapon, cocks an eyebrow and waits, her cocoa face expectant.

T’Challa takes a step forward. “Hand to hand combat,” he elaborates, his smile turning mischievous. “And if I am the victor, I get my joyride. Should you win, then, well...”

“-then you will not break the law and hijack the Royal Talon for unofficial purposes?” Kalani supplies.

“Well, there is no need to think about that. Surely you do not think that you will best the Black Panther.”

She cracks a smile, and he knows he has her. “You are not the Panther just yet,” she answers as they set off for the palace's training rooms, “and do you forget who you address? I am a Dora Milaje, the mighty, the elite-”

“-oh, spare me, o mighty one, we can settle this on the mat,” T'Challa smiles.

“Ha! You will be eating that mat soon if you are not careful, young one.”

“You know, I had heard you may be promoted soon—clearly this rumor has gone to your head-”

“-you cannot talk; since the moment you got your suit, there is no bigger head in this palace than yours.”

“Kalani, you wound me! I thought that we were friends...”

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A drop of sweat hits the cushioned floor as the two collide once again. Only a hint of the playful spirit in which they bantered earlier remains. They've been at it for a while now; whenever Kalani thinks she has gained the upper hand, she is almost immediately overcome, caged in the grip of his powerful arms. Whenever T'Challa thinks he has won, seconds later he finds himself thrown to the ground. T'Challa now recalls that Kalani began her warrior's training years before he did. Though he may have more brute strength, her technique is sharper.

They are evenly matched.

He ducks under her latest assault, her fists go right over his head, and he bends to tackle her to the mat. In the split-second pause as Kalani prepares to flip their positions, T'Challa spots an opening. It may be a dirty move, but it might also be his only chance. He takes it.

Every one of Kalani's muscles freezes as T'Challa's warm mouth lands on hers. Time itself seems to have frozen in shock. His lips are softer than she would have thought, his face radiating heat from all their exertion. She relaxes into the mat, noting how deliciously different this feels from all the previous times he's tackled her onto her back. Just as she's raising a hand to cup his face, he breaks away, suddenly straddling her thighs and pinning her arms on either side of her head. His face cracks a wicked smile as it hovers over hers. “I win,” he announces with glee.

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“There really is no need,” T'Challa says yet again. “Must you really accompany me?”

“Eh, stop talking and hurry before you get us caught.”

T'Challa moves to sit in the Royal Talon's pilot's chair. “You worry too much, my friend,” he scoffs.

“Allow me to remind you that technically, we could get arrested for this.”

“And yet, you insist on taking part.”

Kalani opens her mouth to retort, with something about his safety and her duty, then clamps her mouth shut and shrugs instead. “Even a Dora sometimes craves adventure,” she admits with the hint of a smile.

T'Challa smirks, confessing to himself that perhaps he doesn't mind having her constantly at his side. He faces the control board as it comes to life. “So,” he asks her, “which of our beautiful lands do you want to see first?”

A/N: Ahhh! First Black Panther fic! :) What do you think??

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Brown Recluse

A/N: Here we are!! This is for the  @hoopshoney fic fest bang thang. I had to break this up into parts because it was so freaking long. I have no beta so any mistakes are all me. Also, there is minimal editing cause I live on the edge. My first prompt: “Don’t go in there!” “Why” “There’s a spider!” There is music ahead so click those links when you see em. Finally, ENJOY!!

On Ao3

Pairing: Erik x Athera (Black OFC)

Warnings: smut (+18), strong language

Words: 2.3k

There’s a bottom to the top of the moment. You won’t always be around. Catch a nigga coming quickly behind you. People want you underground.

“Why do you like this song?” He huffed.

“It’s kinda weird and mysterious, just like me.” She said playfully then stuck out her tongue from the passenger seat. “Plus, I love all things, Donald Glover.”

He huffed out a laugh, “So you think you’re mysterious huh?” She nodded her head proudly. “The only thing mysterious about you is how you are always hungry and never serious. This is the last time I let you have the aux. Got me out here listening to some bullshit.”

“I’m going to eat you alive.” She sang along with the music while caressing his thigh. “Please don’t find me rude but I don’t eat fast food, so don’t run too fast.” She threw her head back and moaned out the rest of the words.”

“Athera, if you don’t stop I will turn this car around and the ONLY thing you’re gonna be eating is this dick. That’s the shit I be talking about” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road but a smirk begins to tug on the corners of his mouth.

“Watch your mouth, Erik. You know I’m hungry and you promised me real food.” Removing her hand and sitting back in her own seat.

“How about you keep an eye on it for me.” He winked and side-eying her a bit.

They weren’t far from the little diner near the club Athera bar tended nights and weekends, Onyx. They had met at the bar one night and he quickly became a regular due to generous pours and the DDs she was packing didn’t hurt either. The chatting was kept cordial and never really went anywhere until one particularly stressful night.

It was late and she was closing alone when a group of rowdy guys decided they wanted more than one more drink, Usually, Athera could handle herself but three on one is never a fair fight. She went for the bat under the bar and was able to get a few hits in before being drug across the bar when one of the assailants grabbed it. Kicking and wielding a broken bottle was how Erik found the situation. He immediately jumped in, picking up the discarded bat and cracking the man closest to him. They quickly beat and cut the attackers and sent them on their way. In the aftermath, Erik asked if she needed anything and her response was “a burger”. They made their way to the small diner to eat, process what happened, and really get to know each other. Despite being attacked she cracked a lot of jokes and was able to simultaneously make him laugh and convince him not to go find the guys from earlier and kill them.  

That night he fed her and she fucked him.

That was almost two years ago and the formula hadn’t changed. Violence and food was their love language and it worked, by some crazy happenstance. Today was no different, there would be food and then there would be fun.  They didn’t spend many days together due to Erik being active in the military and Athera bartending but neither seemed to mind too much. When they were together they were present and happy even if Athera made it a point to get on his nerves.

“Imma get a milkshake.” She stated. “Strawberry. I’ll dip my fries in it.” Smiling big to herself.

“Is food all you think about?” He asked, pulling into the parking lot.

“Nope. Sex is a close second.” Playfully placing her hand on his thigh just as the song was winding down. She sang the final words while inching up his thigh to his hip while looking him in the eyes. “Oh, you can’t run from me. You can’t hide from me.” Just as she reached the place where his leg and hip connected she winked and hopped out the car, practically skipping to the entrance of the diner.

Athera was just getting to the milkshake in her order when Erik entered the diner. He swiftly made his way to counter and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. When she finished her order he put in his usual and made a point to let the cashier know it was to go. Athera raised a curious eyebrow at him. He had also promised they would sit down to eat and go shopping after. He read her expression and a devilish smirk crept across his face.

“You can’t run from me.” He whispered, gripping her behind just this side of too tight.

“Girl, put that shit down now.” He snapped closing the door of their shared apartment.

“At least let me have my milkshake first. Aren’t you hungry?” Fries and shake still in her hands.

“Actually I am but not for this.” Taking the fries from her hands. She holds on to the shake and gives him a look to say she isn’t letting go. He releases the shake but picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. In three steps he’s down the hallway in front of the bedroom. In one and half more she’s bouncing on the bed from being tossed inside.

“Watch the milkshake!” She shimmies up the bed so she’s sitting up against the headboard then takes her phone out to do God knows what. He’s still in the doorway watching her drink her milkshake with a smile.

“You really enjoying that shake huh?”

“Yep. Should’ve gotten one.”

“Nah, I’m thirsty for something else.” He settles himself between her legs on his knees. He lifts her legs and places them on his hips then slides forward. She watches him closely but doesn’t put down the cup, not even removing her lips from the straw. “That shake more interesting than me?” He asks while unbuttoning her pants, hooking his index fingers through the belt loops and sliding down her jeans and panties in one motion. She lifts her hips to let the material slide away before answering.

“Maybe, but in my defense, it is really, really good.” She sighs and smiles around the straw.

“Word? Lemme get some then.”

She extended her arm tilted the cup toward him. Instead of taking a sip he put his index finger over the straw and pulled it out of the cup, allowing the cold liquid to fall on her upper thigh. She shuddered slightly and let out a small whimper. The cool sensation was immediately replaced by his tongue lapping up droplets.

“You’re right. It’s delicious.” He hummed. Before she can adjust he trails the rest of the remaining shake up her thigh and to the sensitive skin above her arousal. He follows the trail with his tongue leaving nips and kisses along the way. “Now I’m in the mood for something sweeter.” Taking the cup from her he placed it on the end table next to the bed.

“What did you have in mind?” She spoke softly but her eyes betrayed how excited she was. Her chestnut eyes were almost black, pupils blow wide with lust.

“Oh, so now I have your attention?” He teased, just as smug as the cat that got the cream.  

As much as she loved the absolutely loved the downright sinful things Erik was doing with his mouth and tongue, she enjoyed annoying him more. Giving him her own smug smile she tapped a few screens. She had connected to the Bluetooth speaker on the shelf and another of her favorite songs began to play.

All I see is Zombies, walking all around us…

“Man, not this shit again.” He snatches the phone and tosses it on the end table with the shake. She lets out a laugh and begins to move with the music.

“Come here. You know you feeling this.” She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her forehead against his.

You will find there is no safe place to hide.

“Aight, aight I guess I can work with this.” He kisses her, soft and sweet at first before she deepens the kiss. Her lips are still sticky from the milkshake, he licks into her mouth and she opens so their tongues can mingle. She lays back taking him with her and lets her hand roam from his neck to his locs, pulling gently. Suddenly, Erik pulls away and sits back on his heels.

He just stares at her. What a sight she was, miles of brown skin and curves, plush lips a little pink and bitten. Sometimes he did this, just wanted to watch her. It was hard to believe for the last two years she had been there for him through everything. Times like this he just wanted to confirm that this, that she was real.

“Hey, asshole. You were doing something.” Her voice brings him out of thoughts. Irises just silvers of brown around pools of black, she was getting impatient and he told her as much. “Baby you wanted my full attention, now you have it.”

“You know I hate that baby talk.”

“I don’t recall. Remind me?” She mused giving him her best seductive look, complete with lower lip biting. Going the extra mile she grabbed his hand and kissed each fingertip without breaking eye contact. Erik let out a soft groan and used his other hand to spread her fold.

“Is all this for me?” He asked when he felt she was quite aroused.

“Nah nigga, it’s for my milkshake.” She fussed before abruptly being cut off when Erik slipped two fingers into her entrance.

“Athera, what have I told you about that mouth?” There was no response. Unsatisfied his thumb found her clit and began to move in excruciatingly slow circles. “I asked you a question.”

“Don’t…..recall.” Came her response. She took his index and middle finger into her mouth hoping to avoid any more questions. He let her have a moment, but only one before he removed his fingers from her mouth with a pop. She was able to let out a choked off moan before his hand was at her throat, applying pressure but not enough to cut off her air.

“I will ask again. What have I told you about that mouth?” He punctuated the sentence with a rough thrust of his fingers against her g-spot.

“It’s gonna get me in trouble!” She blurted out, bucking her hips and closing her eyes. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“What you asking for sweetheart?” Although he knew exactly what she wanted his favorite game was making her ask nicely. “Can’t give you what you need unless you ask.” Still rubbing her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Please…ah….please gimme that dick baby boo.” She said with a smile and a wink, cause why not.

“Hardhead ass girl. It’s coo cause that ass is soft.” He said snatching his hand from her neck and sliding his fingers from her pleasure center. She moaned at the loss of contact but was pleased with the annoyed look on Erik’s face. Which she didn’t get to see for very long because Erik grabbed her hip and flipped her to her stomach then laid on top of her.

She could feel he was hard through his joggers and couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and curse she pulled from him when wiggled her bare ass against him.

“What am I going to do with you crazy girl?” He groaned.

“Fuck me silly?” She giggled.

“Imma fuck them jokes out of you tonight.”

He pushed up on his palms to remove his pants and underwear then snatched a pillow and stuffed it under her hips to improve the angle. Placing one hand on the small of her back he used his knees to spread her legs as far as they would go, lined himself up with her opening then pushed in completely. A loud cry escaped her and she pressed her face into the covers. He gave a few experimental thrusts to find the angle that allowed him to hit her g-spot head-on. Once he found it he inserted himself fully again.

Athera’s hands had come up to cover her mouth when Erik noticed he pried them away and moved them behind her back holding them there with one hand

“Don’t get quiet now.” He stated before he began a steady rhythm. “I wanna hear each joke leave that smart, pretty mouth of yours.”

She meant to say something else witty or sarcastic but broken moans were all that came out between the sounds of skin meeting skin. In her defense, it really was quite difficult to form complete and entertaining thoughts while having her guts rearranged.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nigga, shut up. I’m still goofy….You supposed to be fucking me silly.” Maybe she could still be snarky while getting dicked down.

He took the response as encouragement to really fuck it up. Putting both hands on her lower back he forced her to arch almost painfully and started to pound into her rapid fire. The entire bed shook from the force. Her inner walls began to flutter, cheering him on even more. She was close and he knew exactly how to send her over the edge. He slowed down, only slightly, and leaned down to nip at her right shoulder.

“You silly yet?” He whispered. When she opened her mouth to respond his hand came down hard on her right ass cheek. Whatever response she was going to give came out a sob as she came apart under him. The force of her orgasm had him coming right behind her, literally. They rode out the aftershocks together until he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. She didn’t move arms still behind her back and face in the covers.

“The hell you doing?” Erik huffed out, still catching his breath.

She turned her face to him. This was his favorite look on her, freshly fucked and still blissed out. When she realized he was staring a wide smile broke out on her face. “I have the right to remain fucked…silly.”

“I swear to God imma leave yo dumb ass.”

Part 2

[storibambino]

Brown Recluse part 2

A/N: This is part 2 of my first prompt for the @hoopshoney fic fest. There will be more music links in this chapter. Mentions of alcoholism, murder, and violence.

Part 1

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The conclusion: No Exit

“Can I eat your food?”

“Woman don’t touch my shit,” Erik called from the bedroom.

“I ate mine and I’m still hungry. Please?” She already had the burger in her hand trying to decide if she could handle the consequences of eating her boyfriend’s food.

“Athera put it down now. I know you have it.”

“Fine!” She sulks back into the bedroom and flops down on the bed.

“You know I hate it when you pout.” He sighed. She knew it, of course, and most of the time she only pouted because she knew he hated it. Like now, he looked adorable in his glasses with the gold frames, eyebrows furrowed staring down at her. She let her eye roam across his bare chest, having removed his shirt and put on basketball shorts. He was reading some kind of personnel file, which means he would have to take off in about a day or two.

“Where you going this time?” She asked sitting up to face him.

“Somewhere new.” He stated, turning his attention back to the paperwork. “I should only be gone for a few weeks. When I get back things are going to be different.”

“I like the way things are now, simple.”

“I know I like things too but there’s more out there and I think I wanna share it with you.”

“You think?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, nigga. I think I kinda like yo ass but don’t push it.” This got a laugh from her. They both knew he liked her ass more than a little bit.

She was quiet. Her mouth was pulled into a tight line he had never seen before and there was a distant look in her eyes.  

“Hey what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” She got up to get her phone. Her music was still playing on the speaker. As she sat back on the bed the song changed.

Don’t go. Gotta know. Please don’t run away. I’m a murder. What does that change?

“Erik?” Her voice was so small he barely registered it. “I’m not a good person.”

“The hell you talking about?” He grumbled.

“Would you still want to come back to me if I did something horrible?”

“Like what stole from work?” He chuckled.

“I’m being serious. I did something bad to the man I loved and I don’t regret it. Does that make me a monster? Would you hate me?”

He put his files aside and pulled her into his lap. “What could you have done that’s so bad? You’re one of the goofiest people I know. Even though you barely leave his apartment except for work and food you’re kind, happy, always smiling and making people laugh.” He tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. “There’s nothing you could do to make me hate you. Just tell me what happened.”

“I killed him.” It came out only a whisper. Erik was quiet for several minutes. Athera sat frozen in his lap, her head tucked in his chest. She was about to try and escape the uncomfortable situation when he finally spoke.

“Did you have a choice?” She only shook her head. “Did he deserve it?”

“He almost killed me, so I killed him first.” She managed between a sniffle.

“Then we good.” He pulled her closer and wiped away the single tear that had made it to her cheek.

“Really? Like you mean it?”

“Yeah, you did what you had to and I’ve done much worse. If anyone is a monster here it’s me. There’s too much blood on my hands to wash off.”

The smile that spread across her face went all the way to the corners of her eyes. “Now that’s settled I’m about to go wash all these weak ass emotions off.” She popped up and went into the bathroom. There was a moment and then a scream. Erik jumped up just as she came running out. “Don’t go in there!”

“Why?”

“There’s a spider!” She hopped onto the bed.

Erik barked out a laugh doubling over. “You scared of a spider? Really?”

“It’s a monster.”

“Come on girl. I’ll kill it.” He took her hand and led her back into the bathroom. Sure enough, there was a fairly large brown spider in the corner of the bathroom. Erik grabbed a magazine from the counter and rolled it up. Athera stayed right behind him holding tight to his left arm. He crouched down to get a better look at the bug.

“Is this all?”

“You see he’s vicious.” She said, still holding on to him.

“I got it.” He raised his arm to swing when the spider began to run causing Athera to scream, startling Erik. She tried to get away but was still holding on to his arm and when she moved she took them both down.

“Dammit, Athera!” They were both on the ground and the spider had escaped. “And you scratched me.” There were two small scratches on his arm. They broke the skin but were not deep enough to bleed much.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna move.” Helping him to his feet. “I’m sorry about scratching you but they don’t look bad.”

“They’re not. Just get in the shower.” He patted her on her butt.

She gave him an uneasy look but grabbed her phone and turned on some music. He watched her undress before she kicked him out.

Erik went back to the bed and his files. He heard the shower start and the muffled music coming through the door. When he looked back down at the papers the letters seemed to dance. Taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose he tried again to read but to no avail. A sharp pain shot up his left side causing him to hiss. The edges of his vision were beginning to become fuzzy.

Not allowing himself to panic, he got up to get some water he just needed to eat. He pushed himself off the bed but the world tilted 90 degrees and he was forced to drop to his knees. He tried to call out but wasn’t sure if his voice made it out of his throat due to blood rushing in his ears. Focus. Focus dammit. Letting go of the bed, he allowed himself to slip onto the floor back against the bed for support and calmed his breathing. He attempted to get up again but his brain wasn’t communicating with his limbs.

Athera emerged from the bathroom and found Erik on the floor. She rushed to him dropping in front of him, still in her towel. His breath was coming out on pants and huffs and a slick coat of sweat had begun to cling to his skin.

“Can you move?” She asked, eyes wide. He didn’t say anything but shook his head. “Are you feeling hot?” This time he nodded in the affirmative. “Good.” His eyes went wide and his nostrils flared. She calmly sat down in front of him and crossed her legs. “You’re not going to be able to talk soon so I need you to answer a few questions for me. First, do you know me?”

“I…guess not.” He gritted out.

“Look at my face! Is it familiar? Do I look like anyone you know?” Her voice was intense but she wasn’t yelling. He searched her face, the face he had woken up to more mornings than not over the past two years. He knew every laugh line, every line on her lips, the exact way her nose scrunched when she was thinking. But he couldn’t find anyone there but her, it was just Athera. He let his eyes drop to the ground.

“You don’t remember him then? Damn.” There was pain and disappointment in her voice. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll have to remind you.” She reached out and cupped his face. “I did this to you, Erik. I love you but you almost killed me and you had to die. I injected you with a neurotoxin in the bathroom.”

His eyes went to his arm where the scratches had begun to scab over.

“No, baby boo it wasn’t in my nail polish. The scratches distracted you from the needle I put in your ribs. We don’t have much time so I’m going to tell you a story then you’re going to die. Ok?”

Enraged, Erik attempted to lash out at her but he could only swipe at her weakly.

“I’m going to ignore that.” She mused with a pat to his cheek. “Once upon a time there was a set of twins, one boy one girl. They loved each other very much and spent all their time together. Until one day the boy decided he wanted to go away to war and he did. The Navy became his new home but his heart stayed with his sister. All they had was each other. They talked when they could and wrote letters. Then he met the Killmonger and everything changed. The Killmonger didn’t follow the rules and killed a very important civilian. The boy saw it so the Killmonger killed him too. Made it look like an accident, but you already know that part.” Punctuating the last part with a wink, she leaned into Erik. His eyes were wild and filled with hatred. She smiles sweetly at him.

“What the Killmonger didn’t know is that when he put that bullet in the boy’s brain it ripped through the girl’s heart.” She continued. “She died that day and became something else. Instead of a vibrant, loving twin, she was now a lonely, broken shut in. Alcohol her only friend. Then one day she heard a whisper that the Killmonger had come to town. The girl decided she would spin a web and trap a monster. She embraced what she was, a Brown Recluse.” She let out a giggle and placed a quick kiss to Erik’s nose.

“Well, you know the rest of the story. Here you are in my web, gasping for air and dying on the bedroom floor. I told you a happy ending.”

Erik inhaled deeply, gathering strength. “I’m going to kill you.” The words shaky but still dipped in rage.

“Shhh. Just listen to the music and sleep.” She moved to position herself next to Erik and pulled him into her chest. Darkness began to crowd the edge of his vision. He tried to focus on anything to stay conscious, that’s when he saw the spider crawling across the floor “There’s my little friend. Look at the recluse.”

Look at the recluse.

Look at the recluse.