#thealtar

Erik Stevens (killmonger) x black reader

Genesis

Two (me)

Four

Six 

Seven

Eight

Towed

part one

part two

Part three

Part four

Drunken disaster/ mistake 

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight 

part nine 

part ten

part eleven

part twelve 

part thirteen

part fourteen

The Ultimate Betrayal

part one 

part two

part three

part four

part five

One shots

Period (Erik)

Make me (1)

Cool Beginnings (1) Lesson Learned (2)

M’baku

The Line

T’challa

The Altar (1)

The Slave Chronicles

Note: so I got inspiration and this was is the output. Tell me what y’all think. short and sweet. This is a T’challa fic obviously. Enjoy.

“Hello?” T'challa’s sleep ridden voice speaks into the phone, No answer. Lifting the phone from his ear he sees it’s Yolla his fiancée, and tonight was her bachelorette party and tomorrow their wedding. T’challa went out for drinks with his friends and they surprised him with a stripper, but he had no interest in her, he would be marrying the love of his life tomorrow. Putting the phone back to his sleepy ear, he tries to get her attention again. She must have butt-dialed him but since she was near the phone he wanted to tell him how much she loved him again, but all he heard was muffled noises.

“Hel-“the sharp slap in the background stopped the word from falling from his lips, then the moaning made his heart dropped.

“What’s my fucking name bitch.” a man’s voice spoke, the couple seemed overwhelmed by pleasure. “Bitch I said what’s my name.”

Thoughts flooded his mind like why was Yolla’s phone in the room while people were fucking, he just knew it wasn’t her. The couple never dealt with infidelity issues, they loved and trusted each other, he knew she wouldn’t cheat.

“Darren!” the woman moaned out.

He knew he should have hung up, but he couldn’t push himself to press the end button.

“Not that one bitch, you know the one.” The woman gasped out, he could tell the man was using her as one would a flesh light, with only his pleasure in mind.

“Daddy!” the woman yelled/moaned out.

The blood coursing through T’challa’s body ran cold, time felt as if it stopped. Darren was one of T’challa’s best friends and his best-man. It couldn’t be he should have hung up then and there, but he couldn’t do it. Another smack resounded through the phone and he could hear the woman’s muffled voice.

“Take this dick, you better take this dick Yolla.”

“What in the fuck?” T’challa quickly removed from his ear and hung up, the denial set in at that moment he decided to lay back down.

There was no denying it was Yolla. His heart and mind raced faster. Fear creeped up in him. Is this what he would have to deal with as married man. This cheating bitch he thought and with his best friend. Both families would be present for their wedding, could he just not show up. T’challa inhaled deeply and started his calming breathing exercises. Breathe in for four, hold for four, exhale for four, and hold then repeat. He did so until he fell asleep.

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