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Title: King’s Orders (24)

AU T’Challa Hybrid (T) X OFC Leila Moore

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Plot, Major BP Deviation

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: Leila is a smart pre-med student in New York studying at Columbia University. She works to put herself through school and keeps to herself because she would rather work hard to achieve goals. One night she is unexpectedly saved by T’Challa who now goes by T. When her life takes an unexpected turn, she attempts to keep her head above water and adjust Which is when T swoops in with a ridiculous, once in a lifetime proposition.

Note: Set in a mix of the real world and an a/u where hybrids are possible. Bold italic text is the animal speaking.

***Interactive Chapter***

***Mildly proofread/edited***

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“Perfect immersion.”

The words kept echoing in his head. No matter what he was doing the words were not far from his mind. In meetings, at seminars, lectures, even in the underground, it was always present. It was distracting. He was distracted. He was never distracted. It was not him. you made him distracted. He didn’t like it one bit.

He also didn’t like the way his body seemed to always search for you. his senses stretched all over Manhattan always in search of the smallest piece of you—your scent, your voice, your aura, anything. He even found himself seeing remnants of your movements around the city. If it was a place you’d been your time remnant would appear in the color of your aura—bursts of rainbow colors that looked to have a sea of golden stars just swirling around and through it. The remnants were the worst, they mimicked you, your voice your body movements and gave off the distinct energy that you did. 

It was like it was you, but it wasn’t. He couldn’t interact with the remnant if it went against the reality of what actually happened. It wasn’t naturally part of the real world. He’d only been successful with bending it to his will once and it took a lot of concentration and energy—more than he wanted to invest. You were the problem. You were like a virus that had seeped into him somehow and was wreaking havoc on his cells. He could feel you in him and it was disconcerting.

“Mr. U.”

Taking a deep breath Okoye caught his eyes off to the right. She stared at him expectantly giving him a look that was laced with concern, confusion, and suspicion. Spinning around in his chair he faced the six other people in the conference room.

“Should we move on to phase three?”

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Shakafic Masterlist (Updated 4/23/2020)

Below are links to all of the fics I have published so far.  (*) indicates smut.  And the ellipses (…) are the fics still in progress.

OneShots

T’akia * (T’Challa x Nakia)

King Kil’mawalls *  (Erik Killmonger)

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands Part 1 * Part 2 * (Erik Killmonger)

If I Could Do It All Again (Erik Killmonger)

Commencement Day Part 1 *  Part 2 * (Chadwick Boseman)

#SundaySweat * (Winston Duke)

Risky Dreams * (M’Baku)

World’s Best Baba * (M’Baku)

Signs of Rain (Y’lan Noel)

Kings Trip Collab Chapter (T’Challa, M’Baku, Erik)

Santa Can’t Bring Me What I Need* (T’Challa, M’Baku, Erik Christmas fic)

Moronic Jealousy* (M’Baku)

Untitled T’Chakia fic ask (T’Challa x Nakia)

DOB (Erik Killmonger)

PTA (Trevante Rhodes)

On The Clock (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

That One Time* (Jason Momoa/Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?* (Jason Momoa)

Wish Granted* (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Quit Playin* (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Ask Box Fic 2 (Okoye)

Ask Box Fic 3  (Nakia/T’Challa)

bUSt…* (Gabe Wilson)

Disney and Diego (Diego Hargreeves)

Going Up?* (Trevante Rhodes)

Mr and Mrs. Stevens* (Erik Killmonger)

a mini bulleted fic* (Erik Killmonger)

Multi-Chapter Stories

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others (M’Baku) 

 Part 1* Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9*

Song of Stevens (Erik Killmonger)  

Part 1 Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7* Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 

Part 11 ……..

The Coffee Prince (T’Challa)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5*  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13……

Wakanda Got Y’all (Black Panther x Insecure Mashup)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5*  Part 6*  Part 7 Part 8…….

Will the Bell Ring? (Erik Killmonger)

Part 1* Part 2*  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6…….

Play Though? (M’Baku)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3…….

Fictober Challenge

Black Panther Fics for 31 days straight? Yes Please!

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A/N: *knock knock* Do you wanna build a snowmaaaan? Ladies and Gentleman, here’s to the first Christmas Imagine this year! Enjoy!

Words: 1282 Warnings: pure fluff

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Worry ‘Bout It (Erik Killmonger x Black Reader)

Warning: smut, cursing

“You say we ain’t gotta tell nobody (oh no)

I can keep a secret (shh, quiet)

Easy as counting one, two, three (yeah)

You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout another nigga knowing you a freak” - Kirko Bangz

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Erik groaned loudly for the umpteenth time as he slumped in the light oak chair in the library. Erik Stevens was smart for as long as you knew him but studying wasn’t his thing. Especially when he’s dying to go to one of the biggest parties on campus. However, y’all had to study because midterms were here and they are kicking everyone’s asses. You did not bust your ass to get into M.I.T to let midterms get you kicked out.

“I feel you, my nigga. This shit is gay.” CJ, one of the members of your study group huffed as he lightly tossed his pen on the table. “Can we leave this shit for tomorrow? I gotta get ready for this party tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and put your eyes back on your textbook. You have no idea why you even got into a study group with these niggas. Well it’s because you’re Erik’s best friend and these other three niggas CJ, Ray Ray, and Twon are his friends as well. You figured Erik would be more willing to study if you had his niggas in a group rather than the “ass kissing colonizers.” His words, not yours. You tried a lot of times to do one on one studying with just you and him and let’s just say……y’all didn’t get much studying done.

“Facts. Y/N, I rather do something else than this shit.” Erik looked at you innocently and gave his bottom lip a bite.

You knew what that “something else” was. “Maybe you can do something else when we get this studying done. Mmkay?”

Ray Ray spoke up this time. “Shorty, you might be sexy as hell but you annoying as hell. No disrespect.” He scooted his chair closer to you. “Maybe we can do an one on one session after this though.”

You put your hand in his face before he can get closer. “Ray Ray, fuck off. For the last time, I will never ever ever let you smash. Gross ass.” You examined the rest of the group to see Erik texting, CJ laughing at Ray Ray’s antics, and Twon had his head on the table, obviously sleeping even though he insisted he wasn’t. He just “absorbs knowledge better with his eyes closed.” Niggas, man.

You sighed closing your textbook. “Get ready for y’all bum ass party. I’m going back to my dorm to study. You know, because unlike y’all, I came to college to get some knowledge.”

“I’m trying to get some knowledge too. Let’s put our heads together if you know what I mean.” Ray Ray licked his lips causing your face to scrunch in disgust.

“Once again, you’re disgusting. Bye y’all!” You placed your black Michael Kors bag on your shoulder and walked away. You felt Ray Ray’s eyes on your ass but you ignored it. You had better things on your mind.

Once you were out of earshot, Ray Ray turned back to the remaining study group.

“Damn, why is her ass such a prude? Erik, nigga, what’s good with your friend?”

Erik snorted in response. “Nigga I don’t know. Maybe she don’t want to fuck you.”

Ray Ray sucked his teeth loudly. “So she never talked about me?”

“Nah nigga. She never mentions you when we’re together. I don’t know why you think thirsting after her gonna make her like you.” Erik explained to him. “Besides, she’s just focused on school and her career and shit. She’s been telling me she ain’t got time for niggas.”

CJ laughed obnoxiously loud. “Oh shit! I knew Y/N had something in common with me! She likes pussy!” He turned to Ray Ray. “Listen nigga, any female that swerves all niggas is either a lesbian or a retired hoe who’s tired of niggas fucking and leaving her.”

Twon suddenly awakened from his slumber. “Did y’all niggas say lesbians and fucking?”

Erik kisses his teeth. “Twon, bring your dumbass back to sleep.” He turned to CJ and Ray Ray. “She ain’t no lesbian nor a hoe. Don’t go spreading that shit.”

“Well nigga, you’ve known shorty since high school. Was she more “friendly” back then?” Ray Ray questioned using air quotes and Then raised his eyebrow. “Maybe you got to hit that a couple of times.”

CJ ooh’ed in response and Erik sighed out of exasperation trying not to smack these niggas.

“Listen. Y/N is a cool chick and she cute but she’s too much of the homie. Going that far with her would be some shit. I can’t see myself fucking her. We just homies.”

Ray Ray leaned back. “Aight so I can still got a chance to fuck. Shit, I haven’t heard anything about her so she’s probably a virgin. I’ll deflower that ass.”

CJ and Twon mumbled in agreement even adding that you’re probably one of those church girls waiting until marriage for sex and shit. Erik glanced at his phone and stood up grabbing his bag and dapping each of his boys up.

“Aight imma meet up with y’all at the party.”

Twon protested waving his hands. “Hold up, nigga! I thought we were going together!” The rest voiced their agreement with him.

“Nah. I gotta get a couple things done before I go so I’ll meet y’all there.” Erik pointed at them as he walked away.

“Aight nigga. Don’t take too long!” CJ shouted after Erik causing the students to glare at him.

“The fuck y’all looking at?”

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Your hands moved up and down Erik’s dick as you bobbed up and down leaving it coated with your saliva. You licked up from the base to the tip releasing moans as his tongue invaded your pussy. He sucked softly yet aggressively on your pearl causing your legs to shake a bit almost forgetting about your task.

“Fuckkkkkk Erik! Eat this pussy, baby!” You groaned in pleasure popping his dick back in your mouth. You grabbed his dick and adjusted your mouth so you could feel him in your throat.

Erik smacked your ass hard and you whimpered a bit. He stuck a couple of fingers inside you as he continued to devour your pussy like he hasn’t eaten for a while.

“Fuck. I haven’t tasted you in a long time, beautiful. Imma eat the fuck out of you.” He rubbed your clit playing in your wetness. “Look at how wet you are. Tasting so fucking good.”

You sat up from his body and rode his tongue throwing your head back. You grabbed your breasts as you grinded your pussy in his mouth. You felt yourself close to cumming but you needed him inside you. You hopped off his face and sat yourself on his abdomen. You lowered your lips to his and he kisses you back intensely. You moaned at the taste of you and him in your mouth. You pulled away staring him in the eyes as you took his fingers that were previously inside you and popped them in your mouth licking them clean.

Erik raised an eyebrow while biting his lip. “Damn baby. I was gonna lick them.”

You smirked lowering yourself to kiss him again. “Gotta be quicker than that, papi.”

He bit his lip smacking your ass once again. “Damn, you so freaky with your sexy ass.”

“Only for you, papi.”

“Better be. You gonna ride this dick?”

You stared at him and lowered yourself on him placing his erection inside you. You rolled your hips against him and bounced on his dick as he released obscenities out of his mouth.

“I’m riding MY dick. This shit is mine. I claimed this shit.” You picked up your pace causing Erik to curse even louder. “Take this pussy, baby!”

Before you could even cum, Erik grabbed your waist flipping the both of you over and placed your legs on his shoulders. He entered you again and slammed into you at a fast, enticing rhythm.

Shit! Erik, I’m gonna cum! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fell deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Imma tell you when my pussy can cum. Now take this dick you claim.”

You gasped digging your nails into his back as he penetrated you passionately. You squeezed yourself around him which he hated but you didn’t care. He still moved inside you causing your legs to tremble. You whimpered a little bit but mama ain’t raise no bitch. You are taking this dickdown like a champ. After a couple of moments, you begged this nigga to let you cum which he granted you permission to do.

“Oooh! Yes! Erik, yes!” You screamed as you released yourself all over his dick. You felt his warmness fill you up and he lifted himself off you laying back out of breath. Once you caught your breath finally, you grinned looking at him and he was already looking at you in awe and glee.

“What?” He gestured towards his moist abdomen. “You squirted, babe. I guess that’s what happens when you haven’t had that good Erik Stevens dick in a while.” You rolled your eyes slapping his chest. “Oh shut up. With these damn midterms I gotta study for, it’s hard for me to get some dick.” Erik cuddled you closer to his broad chest. “I know it’s been stressful, mama. I’m stressed too but sex with you relieves it. You can’t say this dick didn’t make you relaxed.” You giggled caressing his chest. “It did. It would’ve had me stressed if I wasn’t on birth control. You always gotta cum in me.” You got up from your bed looking through your drawers for a t-shirt and panties. “What can I say? I like making you my Twinkie.” Erik smirked and you threw a t-shirt in his face in response. He chuckled taking it off his face and staring at you slipping your blue VS boyshorts on. “You know Ray Ray, CJ, and Twon were asking about you. Asking me if I ever smashed.” You raised an eyebrow after putting your grey t-shirt over your head. “Oh? Well what did you say?” Erik raised his too. “What do you think I said? I said you were the homie and letting it get that far would be some shit And all that shit. I didn’t lie but didn’t tell them the truth. You should know by now you ain’t gotta worry about people finding out your business. I’m not putting what we got on blast. I lowkey want to though because Ray Ray’s ass still thinks he got a chance with you.” You rolled your eyes scoffing facing the mirror as you fixed your high puff that got messed up during sex. “He clearly doesn’t. With his annoying ass. Can’t take a fucking hint.” You dropped your arms looking at Erik In the mirror. “You seem a bit jealous.” Erik snorted. “I’m not. I just don’t appreciate niggas moving in on what belongs to me.” You turned around to face him amused. “Belongs to you? So I’m your girl now?” Erik shrugged getting off the bed and putting on his shirt. “I know we didn’t put titles on this shit but you know damn well you were mine since high school. It took for last semester to come around for us to do something about it.” You’re not gonna lie. You liked the idea of being Erik’s girl and Erik being your man but the problem was you promised yourself that would focus and work on yourself before jumping into a relationship. Like Erik said, y’all belong to each other. It just wasn’t the time to be boyfriend and girlfriend. “Yeah yeah yeah. We’re complicated but that’s nobody’s business but ours.” You walked up to him as he had his jeans in his hands and looked around. “Yeah. Like I said, you ain’t gotta worry about anyone finding out about what we doing. Even though I’d love to brag about all the freaky shit you do in bed.” Erik joked causing you to push him. “Wait have you seen my boxers?” You took the pair of said boxers from under your pillow and grinned. “Yep. But they’re my little trophy so I’m keeping them.” Erik chuckled shaking his head as he slipped his jeans back and buckled his belt. “You are something else.” “I’m your “something else.” You pecked his lips. “Enjoy the party but not too much. It’ll be a shame not to be able to fuck you again because you wanna do something stupid. Text me when you get back in your dorm.” “Aight, freaky ass. Get some studying done.” Erik went on his way to leave. He closed the door behind him after he heard you shout, “Get some fucking studying done when you get in your dorm, negro!” Erik finally made it to the frat house that was hosting the highly anticipated party. Through the crowded frat house, he spotted the three stooges he called his friends and they looked at him funny. “The fuck y’all looking at?” “Nigga why you glowing and cheesing and shit?” CJ crosses his arms. Erik grabbed a cup of beer. “Don’t worry about it, b.” Ray Ray squinted his eyes. “Nigga, you just got some pussy, didn’t you?” Erik smirked as a flashback of you underneath him moaning his name popped in his head. He took a sip of his drink. “Like I said, don’t worry about it, b.”

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Let me know if you wanna be tagged! - Rissi

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⭐️It’s 2018 and you niggas still ain’t learned that sending unsolicited dick pics and assuming power over women who display they live a kink filled life will automatically submit the second she sees a message from you isn’t the way to get a bitch??? ⭐️

Stop fucking coming at me or any other woman on any social media platform this way. It’s absolutely disgusting. You guys are fucking annoying and need to get more home training and less male entitlement. Ok? Ok.

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Discipline (Erik x Kristina)

This is story was requested by @killmongersprncss. Listen to the song Discipline by Janet Jackson

Warning:(Hardcore sex, Toy using, Daddydom!Erik, Multiple orgasms, Masturbation, Riding crop using, being tied up, squirting)

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It was about 2 in the morning when I awoke from having an erotic dream of him tying me up and punishing me . My body was hot and tingly from my roaming hands. My panties was dripping. My pussy clenching around nothing. I know I shouldn’t touch myself with his permission, but he didn’t have to know. I sat up, taking off my damped tanktop and tossed it on the floor, along with my soaking panties. I allowed my hands and fingers to softly explore my smooth skin. All I smell in the sheets is him. I dragged my hands up to my breast, giving them a small squeezed before letting my fingers pinch my nipples. I gasped sharply feeling that painful pleasure. I placed my two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them, getting wet then lowers them to my wet, aching pussy. I, every so gently began to rub my clit, my hips jumped at the feeling.

“Fuck” I cried out as I grinded against my fingers. My fingers still gropping at my breast. My thoughts was replaying the dream. I moaned loudly as I inserted my two fingers in my soping pussy. My finger going in and out at a pace, I thought my wrist would cramp up. I was so into it, that I didnt hear the bedroom door open. As I humped my fingers, i felt that elastic band swell and swell until i opened my eye and saw him standing there watching. That band pop so hard, I could feel my pussy spazzing around my finger. I slowly removed my fingers from my body, while he just stood there with that wild look he gets when he’s mad. Oops.

“You just don’t fucking listen Kristina.” He growled as he moved all the way in the bedroom. You sat up with a seductive look in your eyes.

“Why would I listen? When I love your punishments daddy.” I said getting on my knees. He shrugged off his black t-shirt but keep on his black pants. He had that firey look in his eye, that made you want to jump on him. He lip in a snarl.

“Go to the room… now” He pointed out the door. I was so geeked, I loved when Erik took charge. I jumped when i felt a hard smack on my ass.

In the room there was a bed with ties on each corner. I sat on the bed with my head bowed, waiting for him to get me instructions. I listened as he opens drawers and cabinets, a shivered ran through me in anticipation. He then stood in front of me, lifting my head with his finger. He still had that look, which made me bit my lip. He held up a blindfold waiting for me give him thoughts. I shook my head.

“Yes daddy. I would love to be blindfolded” He held it over my head, placing it over my eye. Now its completely dark.

“Lay back on the bed and spread your arms and legs for me baby,” He said pushing me back. I crawled back and did as told. He ran his fingers gently across my arms and legs as he tied thwm down. I was now bounded and spread out.

“You know how I feel about you touching my pussy without permission.” I could only imagine what he was going to do. It was a few minutes of silence. I couldn’t see what he was doing but i knew he was still here. Next thing I knew I felt a sharp sting on my inner thigh. I hissed at the feeling. Then I felt it 3 more time back to back on my stomach. He continued to smack the leather crop on my body. I was squirming on the bed at the pleasure.

“Since you already came tonight. I think you should come some more.” Fuck, when he said that I knew he was getting the wand out. I started to moved my hip at the thought of the wand.

“But this time princess, I’m going to take up a notch” I gasped as I felt him enter low vibrating dilio into my wet folds. I thrusted my hips up, as he placed the wand on my clit at a low speed. I grounded up and down trying to make myself cum, but I felt smack on my thigh

“Be still” He snarled. I stopped moving as the pleasure began to build higher and higher. Another slap on my breast made me cum.

“Oh fuck” I moved my body against the wand, cumming again and again. I felt Erik removed the dildo, only to replace it with his hard cock. I screamed as he thrusted hard into me. My fingers cramping as I held on to the ribbons. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t control the gasps and panting out my mouth. A hard shiver went down my spine as I felt his large hand wrap around my throat, squeezing it as he thrust into my cum soaked pussy.

“Since you like cumming without permission, cum all on this dick princess”

I met his brutal thrusts, my mind was so out of order, I didn’t notice him removed the wind.

“OHMYGOSH DADDY FUCKFUCKFUCK” I wheezed out through his pace. He released my throat and roared like a lion as he came inside my squirting pussy.

Once I came down my ultimate high. I felt as he untied my wrist and ankles then wiped my body clean with a warm rag. My body was lifted from that bed and place on to our bed.

“ I love you so much Erik” I said laying on his chest. He rubbed his hand on my thighs to help to the soreness.

“I love you too Kristina, even if you don’t listen.” I just chuckled and closed my eyes. Then for the first time tonight i felt a kiss on my lips.

“Goodnight babygirl” Was the last thing i heard before I fell asleep.

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Drillmonger

Part 6

It had been a while , Candy had fulfilled enough hours at work and was eligible to fly internationally now. Therefore she and Erik saw less and less of each other.

Erik felt odd, he off-put his emotions because it wasn’t like him . He was the king of “shaking things off” , but not having access to Candy for this long was seriously bothering him . Maybe it was because the time apart gave him time to think , or time to miss her? She was so pure and gentle. He found comfort with the fact that he taught her something new each time they had sex. He thought of her often , just thoughts though . He didn’t have the nerve to call her , like he knew he should .

Erik was sitting on the small bedroom couch, watching the video he and Candy had recorded. He had forgotten all about it until he re-discovered it over and over last week. He held the camera in his hands and looked at the screen , the ebony beauty next to him was watching too .

“I do not give you permission to post this video anywh- oh my goddddd!”

“She’s pretty, is she one of the new ones?” The naked bombshell asked Erik. She had just filmed a scene with him and another girl in the posh rented space. Her adult film name was Baby Cakes, and her caramel counterpart was Ices Banks. The audio technician was Phill, he’d been working successfully with Erik on most of his films . They were all apart of Erik’s new production company .

“Nah, she don’t do porn” he told her , slowly moving the camera out of her view .

“Oh, somebody you like?” Cakes added.

“Mind yo’ fucking business.” Erik elbowed her away , but it only made her more curious.

“Girl, he must really like her, he got all mad and shit” Cakes toyed with Erik and tagged Ices to chime in . She was laying on the messy bed, naked also . Filming videos of her voluptuous body for her fans to see for profit .

“Come look at her!” Cakes said excitedly , Erik was becoming agitated . He tossed the camera to the side . Cakes picked it up and brought it over to Ices , who indeed was intrigued at what she saw . The video displayed Candys face and upper body . They could hear Erik fucking her , plus her bouncing breast and moans gave it away.

“This my pussy now?”

“Yes baby”

“She is cute” Ices agreed.

“And did you hear the way she called him baby ?” Ices continued as both of the girls mimicked the word “baby” the exact way Candy moaned it.

“Are you wearing a mask ! Y’all some freaks!”

“Girl he in love” The two of them boasted as Erik grabbed the camera .

“I don’t like her like that , chill out “ he slipped the memory card out of the camera and put it into his pocket . He then replaced it with a new one . The two girls were scheduled to film a lesbian scene . He queued Phill to get the microphones ready as he tried his hardest to keep his cool .

“Well, if you don’t like her , we sure do” Ices spoke on their behalf. “Convince her to do a scene with us”

“Right , or is that pussy just Erik’s, like she said” Cakes statement was the last straw.

Erik allowed the two of them to laugh , eventually they stopped when they noticed he wasn’t amused . He removed himself from his directors position and sat back down . He had no intentions of continuing with the two girls tonight.

Erik let them know that it would be their last time with him and they would be compensated for the work they already did . He was sure not to leave out details about how he could replace them in minutes . Hundreds of girls were willing to work for him , just to get their big break in the industry. He wrote them both a check and did not wish them on their way . The two ladies left , feeling sorry and embarrassed. Phill collected his materials and left soon after the actresses.

Erik found himself back on the couch , he had rented the place for the night . He figured he’d enjoy it by himself instead of going home .

He grabbed his phone and checked Instagram, he went straight to Candys’s profile to see if she had updated. He wanted her to be somewhere close but realistically the odds weren’t in his favor. The last picture she posted was in Amsterdam, and it was over a week ago .

Erik Called her but her phone went straight to voicemail, he figured she must be on a plane . He sent a text message.

Hit me when you land .

Erik found his laptop and ran through a few emails . His editor sent him a few scenes that needed Erik’s final approval. As soon as the second scene ended , his phone began to vibrate . It was Candy . He watched as she called, not answering the first time .

On her second try , he answered .

“Hey” she spoke into the receiver , sounding tired .

“Tell me you in LA”

“ I’m in Italy….Why?”

“Does there have to be a why ?” He turned up his face, as if she could see him glaring through the phone .

“Yes…Why?” Candy repeated .

“I wanted to see you”

The both of them sat quietly on the line for a while . Erik closed his laptop and laid back on the couch .

“I mean” she began “If that’s all you wante-“

“You trying to get me off the phone?” He cut her off quickly . Erik’s voice reached an octave higher . His reaction , It made her laugh . In her calming voice , she replied .

“Im not rushing you off the phone , I’m here”

“Oh, Aight” his tone was much nicer then.

They sat in another moment of silence. Now that Erik had her attention, he had nothing to say .

Candy was done for the night , tucked in to her hotel bed sheets . Laying comfortably with the phone under her laying ear . She closed her eyes and yawned.

“You tired ?” Erik heard and asked.

“The flight was twelve hours”

“Another one tomorrow?”

Candy told him that she would be staying in London for two days , then she would be heading to Spain. She wouldn’t be home for another week . Erik just listened to her talk about the places she had visited . Candy had seen the Eiffel Tower in Paris and got high with strangers in Amsterdam . To which Erik warned her to be careful while she was traveling alone . She thought it was sweet , a different behavior than what she was used to . Erik would always show her small parts of him that were compassionate. Since she liked him so much , she took what she could from it.

“I’ve done all these things, what types of things do you want to do . I know this isn’t just it”

“I-“ Erik began , but stopped himself . There was a lot he wanted to tell her , he just didn’t have the vulnerability that she did . “This is it “

“Oh well hey , at least you’ve made other people happy with your work “ she tried to find the best in his situation. Candy knew there was more to find out about Erik , but she wouldn’t force it . He had already taken that first step, and that was contacting her just to talk.

“You know what makes me happy?”

“What?” She said with much hope in her voice , maybe this would be his way of opening up.

“That pussy” he laughed in the most obnoxious way . Candy sighed , maybe she was wrong .

“It’s thousands of miles away” despite her being slightly annoyed with the shift in conversation, she played along .

“I miss her” he teased .

“That’s all you miss?” Candy knew her question was a stretch . Technically all they shared was sex.

“I guess you cool too”

For the third time they sat in silence , Candy’s jet-lag was getting the best of her . She yawned again, louder this time .

“I guess I could let you sleep” Erik hinted

“You trying to get me off the phone?” She tried her best to speak in Erik’s voice , but it just came out low and exhausted.

“You got me“ he laughed . “But go to sleep, I’ll talk to you soon”

He ended the call before she could goodnight him . Ironically the phone screen was still on her instagram profile . Without shame, he went through her photos again . Learning all about her through these small moments in her life . Erik new more about her than she knew. When he came across pictures from 2015, he figured he was becoming obsessive and clicked out.

Did you really go to sleep?

He sent her a text . After she didn’t respond , he sent another .

Ignore that , call me when you wake up.

Or whenever, I’m not tripping .

He tossed his phone to the side , and tried his hardest to go to sleep. It was pretty hard though , his brain couldn’t shut down the thoughts of Candy.

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Money (hood!T'Challa x Reader)

Part 2 yall its here finally!!

Smut (male and female receving, hardcore sex, squirting, Smut, unprotected sex, cremepie)

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Next morning

You woke up to the smell of bacon. You grabbed his button down shirt, leaving it unbutton and walked out to the stairs. Once in you got to the kitchen, you saw T'Challa in black robe, sweats, and slides. You get behind him and wrapped you arm aroun his front and began to rub your hands up and down is bare cheast. He grabbed your hands and turned around, facing you.

“Morning”

“We need to talk entle, but first I must eat.” You nodded thinking about what he said but that was interrupted as he lifted you up and sat you on the counter. You clenched your hands to his wide shoulders. You felt his warm hand move his shirt from your body as he kissed and sucked on your neck and collarbone. You threw you head back giving him more room to explore. He used his other hand to move you to the end of the counter. T'Challa took two of his fingers and gently began to rub your clit in a teasing manner. Your pussy clenched around nothing but it was a great pleasure.

You softly moan at his neck kisses and clit rubbing, as soon as you was very close to cumming, in a fast motion he pushed you onto the counter. He pushed your legs up until they was on the side of your head and your pussy was exposed to the cool air. You felt you clit jump in anticipation. Soon his hot, wet mouth was licking at your clit slowly. You cried out at the feeling wanting more. You began to thrust you hips but he wasn’t going for that, so he gripped your thighs tightly.

“Please T'Challa I wanna cum so bad.”

Next this you knew he sucked your clit into his hot mouth and began to kiss your clit while moving his tongue. As he did that the heat spreaded through your entire body as you cum. As you tried to catch you breathe but you couldn’t because you was still going, licking and slurping at your creamy pussy.

“Shit T’, too much” But he didn’t care at all.You tried to push his head away but he just grabbed you hands without moving his arms from your thighs. All you could do was take the overpowering pleasure that he was bestowing onto you.

You wasn’t even moaning, you softly screaming as you looked down to see his eyes on you. That was what broke the camels back. You began to cum so hard, it began gushing out of your pussy. Your vision when black as your head fell back lightly on the counter. T'Challa stop licking and started kissing and rubbing your thighs up till your legs. You regained your vision and saw him looking at you.

“You good babygirl” He grabbed your hand, helping you sit up. You just nodded, feeling a little parched. He handed you his orange juice and you gulped it down. You sat the cup down and tried to get down but he tighten his grip on your hips

“Im fine entle, we still need to talk”

You looked at him, waiting for him to say what it is he needed to say.

“Look all ima say is that im not looking for a relationship right now” He looked into your eyes, searching for a bad reaction, but all you did was nodded.

“Okay, im glad you told me. To be honest im not either im trying to get me shit together.” You laughed

“But we still gone fuck, right” He said gripping your face. You just smiled and rolled your eyes. He leaned in a places a kiss onto your lips.

“Ndiza kunika amehlo enu into ekugqithise ngayo intombazana” He growled onto your lips. Whatever he said made chills run down your spine.

(I’ll give your eyes something to rolls about girl)

After that you when and got dressed in your clothes from yesterday and order an Uber. As you skipped downstairs l, you heard another voice with a thick accent like his. You walked into the kitchen and they turned to you.

“You leaving” He asked moving around the girl. You nodded and moved past him to the counter.

“Hi I’m Shuri, his sister” Shuri waved

“Oh hello I’m Y/N his friend” You waved back

“With great benefits” He said gripping your waist. Shuri cover her ears

“Bast brother I do not what to hear of your activies. You just laughed but once you hear a ding from you phone you knew it was time to bounce.

"Bye T’ I gotta brunch date witb my best friend” You kissed his cheek and his shook his head and grabbed you things.

“Bye Shuri nice meeting you, see you again” You hear her say bye back as you walked to you Uber.

Once you made it home, you quickly took a hot shower to help with the soreness you felt everywhere. When you got out you lathered on some coco butter and then put of you white sleeveless bodysuit and army skirt and shoes. You walked to the livingroom and began to take pictures and posted on the gram.

Soon you began to get likes. But one like had you lowkey hype from King_T. Then 2 minutes later you get 2 texts. One from your bsf Aijah and the other from T'Challa. You told Aijah, you was on your way and T'Challa you wasn’t making other plans.

You grabbed your keys and purse. You hopped in to your Jeep and sped down the road.

When you pulled into your destination, you text Aijah to see if she was here yet. You saw her getting out of her car and walk to your Jeep.

“BITCH, Why the fuck is T'Challa like your picture. You just closed your door and chuckled.

"Let go sit inside please, then I’ll tell you all about my night” You wrapped your arms in her and started walking to the entrance.

As you was placed in great place, you began look at the menu.

“Okay I know I remember you saying you’d tell me once was inside.” Aijah said folding her arms. You put the menu down once you knew what you wanted then you looked at her with grin.

“So tell me why last night at the club at the almost at the end of my shift, I get this guy who walks up to me and asks me to give his cousin a lap dance for his birthday. I wasn’t gone pass up hella money so I went. Giirrll I walked up in there and guess who sitting in the VIP….King T'Challa” You began your story in fine details and the whole time Aijah is collecting your every word and at the end of you story, she was speechless.

“I fucking knew i should have came to work. You need to put me on to his cousin.” Aijah huffed. The waiter came and y'all ordered. You just sipped on your mimosa while Aijah went on about shit happening when she don’t work. After y'all finished eating, you paid for the bill and yall left and meet up at Lenox mall. You spend 3 hours shopping. As you walked out the mall your phone dinged twice indicating you had a message.

“Is that Mr. T'Challa” Aijah said walking to the lot.

“Probably or my sister” You stopped at y'all cars that were parked next to each other. Putting your things on the trunk you hugged her and got in the Jeep. You looked at your messages and saw it was your sister asking you to come over tomorrow and T'Challa asking for your adress. You answer both then you drove off, back to your home.

You pulled up to the your apartment and began to grab your bag when you felt a presence. You turned around quickly ready to attack whoever it was, but stopped once you saw it was just T'Challa.

“What are you doing here so early” You looked at the time 4:30 pm on your phone. He helped grab most of your bags as you grabbed the rest then closed the trunk.

“I’m here because I can and I aint have nothing else to do.” He shrugged following me to my door. You opened your door revelling the hall that lead to your livingroom and kitchen. You sat the bags on the floor in the livingroom and walked to the kitchen as he followed.

“Want something to eat or drink” You said grabbing a glass cup and poured some jucie into it.

“Nah I was thinking of Doordashing some food withchu if thats ight” You just sipped and nodded as you was hella hungry.

“Can we get Chinese” You asked grabbing his hand and moved to the couch and sat down close to him. He threw his arm behind you on the back.

“Yes entle.” He slowly moved your face to his leaning in to kiss you. When your lips connect, you couldn’t help but move your bodys to the side and on to his lap and start grinding on his lap. Your skirt rose from the movements. T'Challa grabs your neck from behind and pulled away. You groan at the empty feeling of his lip not there.

“I thought you was hungry,” He smirked at you.

“Well order that shit while I suck your dick. Okay” You purred rubbing your hands on his chest as you moved to the floor. He let his head drop to the arm of the couch as you pulled his sweats down. You saw he wasn’t wearing underwear. You took his semi hard cock into your hand and held it in your hand test the weight. You couldn’t believe that this was in you last night. When you saw he wasn’t ordering you cleared your throat.

“Excuse me sir, aren’t you supposed to be order the food.” You stopped moving to show you was serious. He started at you with low eyes then grabbed his phone and ordered and paod for the food. He looked at you to continue amd so you did. You picked up his thick shaft and teasingly ran your tongue up and down. You kept your eyes on him to whole time. You could see him tense with frustration, so you swiftly sucked the tip into your mouth. You heard him cuss under his breath. You then drop your head a few more inches, sucking and slurping while using your hand to massage the rest. His hands move to your hair, making a ponytail

“Move your hands” He moved down and bent his legs and began to thrust slightly. T'Challa see you not gagging and starts fucking your face faster.

“FUCKKK!!” He groaned then opened his eyes to see you looking at him with tears running down your face and then held your head down over is whole cock for a few seconds then pulled away.

“Almost made me cum girl. That mouth phenomenal, damn” He turned you over on your back, as you take off your skirt and bodysuit while he does the same. Soon he had his face inbetween your thigh, licking and tongue kissing your pussy.

When you was on the verge of cum he added two fingers into your pussy, your pussy spammed around his fingers as you cum.

“Mhhmm look at the cream” You grabbed his hand and brought his fingers to you mouth as you sucked on them.

While sucking on his fingers T'Challa pushes his fat cock into your pussy. Your moan muffled around his fingers, as he pushes deeper into your soping pussy. You could hear the wet sound of his dick going in and out.

You place your hand on his lower abs to keep him from going any deeper but that ended as he took your hands and placed them above your head. He lowered his body to yours and moved faster into you. You felt his small patch of hair rub against you clit.

“I’m fucking cumming daddy” You cried out

He leaned up and rubbed your clit with his thumb at a brusing speed. You legs was closing but he took his other hand and opened them back. You eyerolled as you came again and again nonstop. You felt him finally cum in you as you cum once more then you passed out from the intense pleasure.

When you woke, you saw you had on sleepwear. Confused you look around and saw you was in your room. T'Challa eating and watching T.V. with your legs in his lap.

“How long was I passed out for” You sat up looking at the dark outside.

“Just a 30 minutes” He said rubbing my calf. “Your food is in the microwave.” He told you. You shook your head and walked to warm up you food. The rest of the night was spent watching movies and rubbing.

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Ember 7.

A SEXY Fiction. 

Erik Stevens aka Golden Jaguar

Kimora Myers aka Ember

Warning: SMUT (This is explicit content, 18+ read) The perfect amount of redeemed Erik with Dominant tendencies. Fluff, Sensual.

Summary: None really needed lol just continuing the journey towards Kimora getting her back blown out.

I hope you guys enjoy this nasty ride okurrr please be patient you guys.

recent chapters below:

Ember Ember 2 Ember 3 Ember 4 Ember 5

Ember 6

“We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.” - Audrey Lorde.

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Rhea’s Birthday

Fic for the my birthday twin @iamrheaspeaks !!!!! Happy Birth Month mama!!!

As an accomplished author of three books, Rhea was often looking for speaking engagements and places to sell said books. So when For the Culture Book Club contacted her to share her books at their upcoming author’s brunch, she was lowkey ecstatic. She’d also been thinking about creating a traveling workshop that teaches people the steps to self-publish. It was all coming together and working out in her favor. She could extend an invitation to her event to the participants of the brunch. Dollar signs appeared in her mind. The brunch was on her birthday, November 7th, and it was the perfect gift. “Usually we ask for a $20 donation from those who plan on selling books, but since it’s your birthday we’ll wave the fee,” the man said. The blessings just kept on coming. She knew exactly what she’d wear.

In her red peacoat, black bodycon dress, and black leather ankle boots, she lookded goodt. The event was at the Renaissance hotel and when she pulled up, she used the dolly in her trunk to load her boxes and wheel them into the event room. There were already lots of people there in attendance, predominately black. She felt proud of her people for coming out in droves and she was right at home. The space was impressively large and tables were placed on the edges of the room, all around in a large arch. Seats were centered in rows in the middle of the room. This was about to be an entire program and she was here for it. She noticed a table that everyone was stopping at and followed suit.

“Name,” the younger woman sitting asked noticing the dolly with the boxes. “Rhea Lewis, I’m a presenter and I’m supposed to sell my books.”

“Right, Lewis,” she mumbled scrolling a list of names with her long fingernail. She handed Rhea a program, a pen, and pointed her to a table to the right of the room. The table directly next to her had already been set up neatly with books on stands sitting on a black table cloth. It was a sharp and modern look and the books matched. There was even chocolate candy in a container and a large stand with a poster of a group of smiling kids. It looked like an outreach program.

Luckily, her skills were up to par where her table wouldn’t look janky next to his. From her boxes, she pulled a white table covering and began setting up her books on top of it. They were tastefully colorful, being that they were works of adult fiction. She had business cards, and vases of fake flowers that pulled everything together nicely. She’d even thought to get small flyers made advertising her self publishing workshop. Following the example set by the other booksellers and she sat in the audience and waited until a beautiful woman grabbed the mic and gave an introduction. This was For the Culture’s third annual author’s brunch and they were very excited. Half those in attendance were book club members. The more the woman talked about the club and their events, the more Rhea was interested in joining.

Rhea listened carefully to the other speakers as they promoted their books and read passages, explaining the meaning and inspiration behind it. She liked how people were able to ask questions and really get involved. When it was her turn, she chose her latest book to discuss.

The Tales of Milly was her baby. It was a collection of stories that started out as fics and she’d published them as original works. The story followed the life and relationship of her two original characters, Milly and Ishe. She read an excerpt from the chapter called Payback and based on the audience interaction, she knew she’d sell quite a few of this story.

After the speakers, the group was released to shop the tables. Rhea rushed back to man her station. “Wassup,” the man next to her greeted. Finally, a face to put with the black table. He was fine, she noted. Not ordinary fine, but turn you into a thot on the spot fine. “Hey,” she smiled.

Tell him you like his table.. then suck his dick under it. Ask about the kids.. then swallow his. Get you some candy.. eat it off his dick. The intrusive thoughts, she shoved them out of mind.

“That was an interesting book you wrote. Milly and Ishe? Ishe is a strong name.. means God. You do that on purpose?”

“Yeah it fit him, don’t you think? What’s your name?”

“Erik,” he replied with a sly raise of the brow. She knew exactly what his name meant. She’d almost used it. “Honorable or eternal ruler,” she muttered. He smirked.

“I truly enjoyed the passage you read.. Payback. It made me curious so I snuck away to read Tell Me as well. I can see myself in Ishe.”

“Oh really,” she purred. It was the man coming to his table to ask about his books that forced him to break eye contact. Rhea earhustled the details. His book was called The Diaspora vs. Africa and it was rooted in pan-africanism. His book discussed the disconnect between Africans in Africa vs every other continent and explored the negative attitudes in each culture and how it fed into antiblackness and self-hate. He wrote about possible solutions and got very passionate when he spoke of Marcus Garvey and the idea of a mass exodus from the states. His ideas went further though. It almost seemed like he was suggesting a hostile takeover of the states. He ended up selling two books in one transaction. Rhea was impressed.

“I’ll buy a copy,” she said as the buyer walked away toward a different table. “How about let’s trade and you give me The Tales of Milly,” he proposed. “Deal.”

“Rhea Lewis,” he said reading the cover of her book. “I love the message that your writing sends. It’s healthy relationship goals for young black people written by a talented young black woman. Black excellence.”

The compliment made her smile. “Your book is also impressive. You’ve done a lot of research and it’s apparent.”

“I have.. I have done a lot of research,” he nodded. “Yet I still can’t figure out why that ass so fat..,” he paused gauging Rhea’s response. He could see he caught her off guard. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.”

“Uh. Nah, nah, you’re good,” Rhea stuttered before recovering. She felt just as thirsty as he sounded.

“I’m good?.. Good.. because I was just thinking that ass look soft and I wanna touch it to confirm,” he said easing closer. Two women came to her table just then to purchase books. Once bought Milly and the other bought her first book. Rhea jumped lightly as she was cashing the women out on cash app. Before the transaction could end, Erik’s hand was palming her ass. “You got the perfect amount,” he murmured in her ear making the women blush as if it were them. “I’m tryna see it up close. Let’s go, real fast. Gimme fifteen minutes and then we’ll sell these books.” He abandoned his table to leave the room. After brief hesitation, she followed. In the hall, she was pulled roughly into the dark neighboring room. She tried to grab for the door to close it, but her hand slipped from him grabbing her so quickly.

“Fifteen minutes ain’t long enough for someone to come in here, Milly. They shopping,” he whispered pushing her chest against the wall. He flipped on the lights. That was two dangers. Leaving the light on was basically inviting people to walk in. “Erik-”

“Shh. We ain’t got all day or we gone get caught. And call me Isha,” he whispered. “Okay, Isha,” she smirked.

“That sound sexy as fuck, I’m a record your voice so I can hear it while I’m reading.”

Within seconds, her coat was already gone and her dress was around her waist. He waisted no time yanking her panties to her knees. He dropped fast and suddenly his face was burried in her ass motorboating her asscheeks. She could hear the chatter and the laughs through the wall from the brunch. His tongue slithered and she felt it poke and tease as he licked her flower from the back. She bent over to make it easier to reach, her hands sliding down on the wall. He was digging in that pussy for gold and as her eyes rolled, she was tempted to shout EUREKA! She was close and he’d gotten her there so fast. “This is probably the most interesting birthday gift I’ve ever gotten,” she snickered. He pulled his lips from her clit just long enough to show his surprise.

“Oh really,” he asked diving back in, “Hm (smack) It’s your birthday (smack).” His tongue slid back and up her asscrack heavily glazing and then penetrating her chocolate donuthole. Her moan was his confirmation that he’d made a smart move. “Happy birthday,” he spoke deeply into her center sending the vibrations through her body. The next thing she heard was the sound of a zipper and a wrapper crinkling. YES, she screamed internally. “C'mon Milly, rock that pussy back on daddy’s dick one time for the culture,” he said gripping her shoulders. Her hands stayed planted firmly on the wall and she used the momentum to throw it back, taking as much as she could, greedily. She couldn’t bite back her moan. A head popped in the room briefly before disappearing even more quickly. “Shit,” she rasped. “Don’t worry about it,” he grunted. His hand wrapped around her throat and chin pulling her head back. “There you go, throw it back harder. Gimme all that. What’s my name.”

“Isha,” she moaned. His lips planted themselves onto hers and she could taste herself. “Go'head and cum,” he said, “Hurry up, we got shit to sell.” Without delay, she released and he pulled out, snatching the condom off. “Catch it,” he commanded guiding her to her knees. With closed eyes and her mouth wide, she waited. Warm fluid shot onto her forehead and on her nose and then began to drip. When he kissed her lips, she opened her eyes. “Shit,” she whispered, “It got on my dress!”

“And? You got a coat. Button it and you’ll be fine.” He held the red peacoat as she shrugged into it and then he assisted with the big black buttons. Within seconds, he was fixed up. They checked each other out briefly before returning to their tables. Instantly, they recieved small groups of people ready to purchase their books. They’d been waiting, visiting other tables in the meantime.

“Don’t forget to sign your books, Mr. Isha,” Rhea teased as he handed off another book. He shot her a mischievous look.

“Hey,” he gestured to her customers, “These books come with audio. Y'all want the audio?” Rhea’s eyes widened. Erik was amused. “Damn. I think she sold out, nevermind,” he laughed.

In the end, sales were well worth the trip and the day was well spent. “You got birthday plans,” Erik asked walking Rhea out. They both had rolling dollies to carry their merchandise. “I’m not parked far, let me take you out to celebrate. We can get ice cream or some shit… Come on.”

“I’m parked closer,” she said unlocking her car with a smile. With fatter pockets, they both strolled to her car. All in all, it was a great birthday. One she’d definitely remember.

The End.

Happy Birthday!!!!!!

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High 🍃

T'Challa x Avenger!reader

It had been a long day full of shit and nothing but bullshit. The mission almost got you killed and on top of that it seemed like you had a really bad case of a fucking headache. It was more of a punch than an ache and you had enough. 

Not so long ago you had bought something from your dear friend mister dealer to help you relax and get you away from reality as much as possible for just a while. Weed, indeed. After you took the longest shower in your life you decided to try it. The headache became so strong even warm water didn’t help. You put on your sweatpants and one of your over-sized hoodies you bought for bad days and rolled up your joint. It took a while because the last time you got high was back when you were 18 and lost in time and space. You missed the feeling of pure happiness and stupidity so you wanted to experience again.

Plus now as a semi grown up you just wanted to relax and stop that stupid headache. Even though it had been a long time you still had the skills for rolling. You gently rolled the blunt between your fingertips and when you were done it looked like ok but it could be better. Your skills may were slightly rusty. You got your lighter from the night stand and went for it. First taste of the portable magic and you started to cough; it had been indeed a long time.

“If you aint choking, you aint smoking.” You thought.

You got your cold feet and ass under the covers and decided to go slow. As the blunt got smaller you became more and more relaxed and happy. It was weird. You didn’t know why you were happy but you still liked it. At one point you remembered your first time getting high; it was with your best friend in the park in the middle of summer. You remembered the familiar feeling, the hunting life became a blissful one and your misery was replaced by a field full of thousands of golden retrievers aka some dream. After 15 minutes you didn’t even know what a headache was. 

“Huh im fried.” You smiled. 

2 ½ blunts later

Suddenly someone knocked three times before entering the room. 

“(Y/N)? What are you….” It was T'Challa. As he closed the door of your room he immediately forgot what he wanted to asked you, instead his thoughts went on the fact that there was smoke everywhere. “Are you smoking?”

“You can say so.” You smiled. It wasn’t much of a smile; it was more of a grin. 

“Are you-are you high?”

“Me? NOOOOOOOOOO.” Inhaling another smoke you let your lungs taste the happiness before you exhaled deeply. “Yeah okay I am. Want some?”

“It’s 8pm.” 

“So? Don’t be such a lil bitch get in the bed with me.” You winked. 

“Well, you told me that multiple time.” He laughed and got under the blanket with you as you gave him the already half smoked blunt. He closed his tired eyes and inhaled once letting the smoke in his lungs before letting go. 

“This shit is good. Where did you get it?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy who has the best weed garden.” You didn’t know what you were saying by this point and you didn’t care. It was a perfect moment to just let go of everything. T'Challa took another inhale of smoke in and another before he felt it kicking in. 

“Sooo Erik, right?”

“It’s so cold, cuddle me.” You said and snuggled against his warm body. “You are so warm.” 

“And high.” He laughed. “I-I forgot to tell you we have a meeting.”

“Already?” You got up and inhaled the smoke from the blunt between T'Challa’s fingertips and looked at him. “We just finished this one. Plus it’s Friday I wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.”

“Yeah me too but Steve already went to get food and everything for the plane, we are going to New York.” 

“Ugh.”

“I know,I know.”

You two were lying there in peace and quiet smoking the blunt enjoying each other’s company. T'Challa was in his own little world while you were drifting in the imaginary ocean in fantasy land. And before you knew it the joint was gone and the smoke was everywhere. You got up and opened the door of your room feeling like you were walking on clouds. The smoke cleared up a little bit.

“Nice ass.” He said with a smirk. 

You just gave him a hair flip before turning your head dramatically trying to look at your ass. “I’m wearing sweatpants T, you can’t see my ass.”

“But when you wear jeans I do and you have a great ass.” 

“Why thank you black panther.” You jumped on the bed while your curly hair covered half of your face. “I really like stoned T'Challa.” 

As you got closer to him, you could see how small his pupils were and how chocolate his face was . His eyes were so dark and every line on his face and every scar or bump he had was in the right place. 

“I really want to-” He said looking at your lips but didn’t finish because you crashed your lips on his. It was a passionate kiss filled with lust and wanting, his lips were so soft and his tongue made you moan instantly. When you broke away you were breathless and blushing. It felt like you just swallowed something sweet.

“Baby girl I think this is wonderful.”

“Good.” You said and kissed him again while his hands went under your hoodie feeling your soft and smooth skin. You moaned again and his lips went lower onto your neck as he sucked and bit the tender skin leaving red marks all over it. 

“That feels so good.” You said and started undoing his pants.

As he was about to take off your hoodie you heard the sound of someone cleaning their throat. 

It was Steve standing there, shaking his head

“I don’t even wanna know just tell me what is that smell? The whole damn hallway stinks.”

“It’s weed.” You grinned awkwardly. 

“You guys got high? Seriously?”

“BUT WE HAVE A MEETING T'CHALLA!”

“It’s my fault I’m sorry Steve.” You said not trying to giggle. You failed terribly as T'Challa started to kiss your neck again.

“Really guys?!” Steve raised his voice.

Nothing. 

“Give us an hour Steve and close the damn door on your way out. It’s gonna get loud.” T'Challa teased. 

Steve rolled his eyes and finally left leaving you two alone. 

“YOU HAVE AN HOUR!” He then shouted and decided to go for a walk.

“T'Challa I’m hungry.” You said giving him a sad puppy dog face. 

“I am too believe me babe, but for something other than food.” 

“You are so nasty sometimes.” You smirked.

“Oh yeah, I can get nastier.” As he started to kiss your neck again you realized you won’t be eating anything for another hour and you were perfectly content with that. 

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M’Baku’s Wife: “Countdown”

Warnings: Language, sexual content, my heartbreak 💔… my first attempt on “angst”. Don’t come fight me, Issa request.

A/N: .. this was a challenge.

Summary: You catch your husband red handed creepin’…

Musical Accompaniment:

Resentment x Beyoncé

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M’Baku’s Wife’s POV (Y/N):

Do you know how long ten years is? Sounds like a stupid question right? Ten years is ten years right? No. Time is objective. It’s not the same for everyone. Though we all have the same clock that technically ‘keeps track of time’, 10 years for you could feel like forever meanwhile for me it could race by… unfortunately it had raced by.

10 years… that’s 120 months .. or 3,650 days… 5,256,000 minutes..

It had been 10 fucking years since I’d gotten to Wakanda and fallen in love with the most beautiful man I’d ever seen… Now 9 years of marriage later and on my 8th shot of tequila all I want so bad is to hurt him.. instead of doing that I let a fellow Queen’s voice bring me peace …

I wish I could believe I wish I could believe you, then I’ll be all rightBut now everything you told me really don’t apply, To the way I feel inside 🎶

It had been 7 days now sense we’d spoken .. well more like since I’d spoken to him. I’m sure he thinks that it’s the silent treatment… it’s NEVER been the silent treatment. I want to talk to him. Truthfully. I wish I could stand in his face and scream, and curse, and cry, and tell him exactly how I feel … but when I walked in on him on top of her … in our bed … in my room… the sobbs I faught to keep inside got caught in my throat. Now every time I saw him they pressed against my vocal chords and threatened to escape… he’d stolen my voice.

Just can’t seem to get over the way you hurt me Don’t know how you gave another who didn’t mean a thing The very thing you gave to me 🎶

In only 6 minutes my entire world had been flipped on its head. 6 whole minutes. That’s how long it took them to realize I was in the room. When I’d heard cries and moans from a woman other than myself from outside of the door I assumed he was watching porn, so I’d slowly crept into the doors in hopes of starling him. I watched his form move beneath the covers for a while before it finally hit my dumb ass .. I looked over at the television and it wasn’t even on… Though I couldn’t see him beneath the furs After nine years of taking his dick I knew his body and his sounds so I knew he was about to cum.. I wanted to leave, I should’ve turned around and left, but as she began to scream his name while he grunted into her, my body froze. I was paralyzed by the powerlessness I felt as he finally came for her.

As hurt as I was, I would be damned if I let him see that. By the time he’d finally caught his breath, rolled off of her, and peeled back the covers. I had pulled up a chair next to the bed and was sitting with my legs crossed, my Jabari wood crown resting on my head.

I rolled my shoulders back and pretended to be looking over my freshly manicured nails and wedding ring trying to look as unbothered as possible. “Are y’all done?”, He jumped and abruptly sat up in bed and that hoe had the nerve to try to cover her head with a blanket. Bitch I already saw you! I maintained my cool on the outside looking around the room at everything but them “A-are y’all done?” I mocked M’Baku’s inflection.

Her frightened arms went up around him in search of protection but she found none. I’ll never forget how hard or how fast he pushed her away from him. She had to hold on to the bed frame so not to fall off. I won’t lie, it did give me a little relief to know he didn’t care for her. She’d been discarded — and he was now bowed before me on his knees with his head in my lap, tears falling from his face as he stumbled on his words trying to create a coherent apology — but all I could focus on was her. As angry as I was I sympathized with her. I related to her. The embarrassment in her eyes upon feeling throw away and tossed aside right in front of another was happening to both of us. But she was not mine to hold or scold. I maintained my composure repeating over and over to myself in my head: you’re a queen, you’re a queen. “What’s your name sweetheart”, both shocked and afraid she hesitantly told me. “Why don’t you go into that second drawer and get yourself some clothes, let the guards outside the door know that the Queen of the Jabari has ordered them to makes sure you get home safely”. She moved as quickly as she possibly could anxious to get out of the room, slowing only to bow and thank me for what she said was my “generosity” , but I knew from her tone that it was really her thanking me for not taking one of the spears off our bedroom wall and impaling her with it.

I thought I could forgive you, and I know you’ve changed As much as I wanna trust you, I know it ain’t the same And it’s all because you lied 🎶

After that I sat in that chair in complete silence, barely breathing… meanwhile my husband wept and apologized for 5 whole minutes… The longest 5 minutes of my life. Though I hadn’t been remotely active, my heart was racing just listening to him. “I’m so sorry”, and “I love you so much Y/N”, and all kind of statements that started with “I’ll do anything…”. The sound of his voice wavering through tears tore my heart even further and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to keep the cold expression on my face for much longer. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood to leave the room but only made it a few steps before I felt his arms wrap tightly around my legs. His head was now resting on my thighs “Please don’t leave” he begged.

I saw his shoulders jump from shock as I placed my hand on his head… “stand up”. He complied and in seconds he was towering over me as he always did, but I felt so much smaller that day. I pulled off my crown and then my wedding ring and placed them in one of his huge hands. His already tear stained face twisted even further into sorrow as his tears turned to sobs. This time when I turned to leave he did not stop me… “keep it together Y/N, keep it together”, I whispered to myself as I allowed the door to close behind me. I waited until I was safely locked in my office in the business wing of the palace to allow my own tears to fall. I found the first of many bottles of tequila I would consume in a drawer beneath my desk, and I couldn’t remember being completely sober since.

Loved you more than ever More than my own life The best part of me I gave you It was sacrifice And it’s all because you lied 🎶

As I modified all my previously scheduled tasks to fit my current emotional state, the constant buzz seemed to be the only thing that kept my head clear enough to work on everything I still needed to do for the kingdom …well almost everything. Since I had been locked in my office drunk off my ass , there were 4 little people whom M’Baku was independently parenting. I didn’t want them to see me like this, I wouldn’t allow it, and M’Baku knew that. So instead of telling them the truth he told them I had caught something like the yellow fever or malaria and didn’t want to be near them for their own safety. Every morning before they were off to their lesssons I was awaken by the sound of 8 little hands knocking on the door with a message “Good morning Mommy! We love you! We hope you feel better soon!”. It further broke my heart that we were lying to them even though the pile of over 50 cards and pictures they’d hand made and drawn for me made my heart flutter for the first time since the incident. At night I sat near the door waiting to hear the sound of their feet racing toward my door. They would sit outside of it for hours telling me every little detail about their days before wishing me goodnight. I missed their hugs and tucking them in like crazy. On day 7 of my ‘drunked vacation’ it was reported to me that my youngest son (my bonafied mommas boy) had - had a break down in his language class refusing to work while crying things like “I miss my mommy”. That day I decided that my hiding had to come to an end soon.

I dedicated the next 3 days to sobering back up, getting my appearance (that was truly horrid) together and getting my emotions under control long enough to appear before people.

With 2 days left I began to interact with people again. It was only my hair stylist, make up artist and wardedrobe consultants, but it was a step…

That day passed and so did the next one in what felt like a blink. Now one hour away from the first time I was going to see my kids again and get them ready for school. I was awake and looking absolutely gorgeous walking through the halls of the palace for the first time in ten days. The servants, cooks, and healers greeted me in the same way they always had. Waves and bows, smiles and compliments. M’Baku had lied to them too “You look great as always My Queen, glad to see you’re feeling better!”. Only my closest personal Jabari guards knew the truth . “Are you sure you’re ready?”, “Let us know if you need anything”.

Once I finally got my excited children to their lessons I was truly at peace for the first time in days, but my mind was still drawn back to 10. How had everything turned so wrong?

I only give you a hard time ‘Cause I can’t go on and pretend like I tried and I tried to forget this But I’m too damn full of resentment 🎶

I finally set up a meeting to talk with my husband and upon meeting his eye contact the first thing I asked him was “Do you know how long ten years is?” In response to this his face twisted in confusion. “Sounds like a stupid question right? Ten years is ten years right? No. Time is objective. It’s not the same for everyone. Though we all have the same clock that technically ‘keeps track of time’, 10 years for you could feel like forever meanwhile for me it could race by… M’Baku I gave you ten years of my life .. my time … my heart … my love … my innocence … and you shit on it”, After a few seconds he opened his mouth to speak and I raised my hand to let him know not to. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want another apology, an explanation, a description… just don’t. I realized looking into my babies faces earlier that nothing I gave you, them included, was enough to keep you faithful to me or this family” his head hung low as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

Look what you’ve done to me now🎶

“But…. ” his head lifted and inspite of his tears there was hope in his eyes. My own tears began to fall. “ … I love your triflin’ cheatin’ gorilla ass so much, and so do my kids…“.

You stood up to begin walking toward him and so did he, meeting you halfway. “Did you mean what you said? When you said ‘you’d do anything?” You asked. “I promise to Hanuman, I meant every word” he choked out between tears. “We’ll see about that”. You picked up your crown from a near by table and placed it on your head meanwhile he slid back on your ring. “If you ever do something like this to me again, before I take my kids and go back to America I will kick you off the side of this mountain” you giggled weakly through tears trying to lighten the mood only a little. He faintly smiles down at you still crying “If I ever make a mistake like this again, you won’t have to, I’ll jump”. He kisses you on your forehead before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to y’all’s room. He holds you close not getting up for as much as a bathroom break for hours, still crying. When the kids get home you two still haven’t left your bed, they join you there and you all watch movies and eat popcorn as a family until it’s time for them to go to bed.

Though you never forgot the sting, over time you truly forgave him. It would be a year before you allowed him to touch you again sexually, and another two before you agreed to even consider giving him another child. He kept his word and never cheated again. You would go on to celebrate 75 years of marriage before your ascension to the ancestral plane…

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A/N: Don’t come fight me, I’m the victim. Issa request. I do not support this, M’Baku of the Jabari tribe is a loyal husband and father who would NEVER, I repeat NEVER cheat on or betray his wife. To whoever requested this, your mom’s a hoe.

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@muse-of-mbaku @tdubzz16 @sweettea-and-honeybutter @mbakusthrone @chasingsunlight @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @simplystimp @the100thtwilightmaze @palmsofgranate @mysticbrownie @ironsquad

I’m so sorry.

Thanks for the faith tho. 🙏

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RULES .  ALL MY OTHER BLOGS .

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semi  random  stuff  about 

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Number Prompts ( x )

17: “Tired”

Letter Prompts ( x )

N: “Gold”

P: “House Party”

Q: “Best Mistake”

One shots/Headcannons: 

M’Baku’s Daughter: “The Cliff”

M’Baku’s Wife: “Flowers in the Hallway”

M’Baku’s Wife: “Count Down“

M’Baku’s Wife: “Big Chop” - HC

M’Baku: “Delivery Room” - HC

M’Baku: “Father Daughter Dance”

M’Baku: “Mide’s Wedding”

M’Baku: “Relaxation Day” - HC

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White Girl: “Erik Edition” 

T’Challa x “Two Cats”: Pt. 1*, Pt. 2* [COLLAB]

RYAN

OKOYE

Erik x “Voodoo”: Preview , 

M’Baku Series:

M’Baku x  “Hennessey”: Mood Board , 1 * ,  2 * ,

“Years” , Pt. 1.5 * [Written for Hoop’s Honey’s Fic Festival]

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M'Baku holding your chin in his hand while he slowly slides his cum slicked tip across your open-mouthed lips and his eyes are half-lidded as he feels your mouth stretch to accommodate him.

You and M’Baku find yourselves snowed in to the training center. What’s a little game of truth or dare between friends?

A/N: Here’s the ambiance I wrote this to. I didn’t edit this at all. Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.

CW: Jabari Dick

Truth or Dare

You had just returned your last weapon and pulled up your fur hood when you heard the horn. You only caught the tail end of it over the sound of the wind, but you knew what it meant. You ran to the window and pressed your face against the glass, trying desperately to see through the wall of white snow whipping outside.

“No! No, no no!” you muttered, quickly lacing up your boots. You pushed the door open, but the wind pushed you back, slamming the wood in your face. You blinked in surprise before you tried one more time. Your boots slid across the floor as you heaved your upper body against the entrance, swearing as you did so. You used all of your might, but the door would not budge.

You heard a booming laugh behind you and slowly turned around. M’Baku clutched his sides as he giggled.

“I guess we’ll have to stay up here, tonight!”

You glared at him, but you knew he was right. That horn meant the roads were impassable and everyone in Jabari Land was to remain in their homes. You would prefer to be at home, but instead here you were, stuck at the training center with the very man whose fault it was.

“Let’s go to the training center, Y/N,” you mimicked M’Baku’s voice. “It’ll be fun, Y/N! We definitely won’t get trapped inside for the foreseeable future, Y/N!”

M’Baku continued to laugh at you and your childish behavior. He’d always loved how stubborn and dramatic you were. You stalked up to him, poking a finger in to his massive chest.

“You made me come here even though there was a blizzard coming. We couldn’t have waited until it passed?”

“What?” M’Baku shrugged. “The future leader of the Jabari must train, no matter the condition.”

“Yes, but IIIII am not the future leader of the Jabari,” you shot back, already missing your warm bed.

“No. But you ARE the best fighter of this generation and I needed your help,” he justified.

You kicked off your boots and sank to the floor in a huff. He had you there. There was no universe in which you’d say no to your friend, but you’d still make a big fucking deal about it.

M’Baku let you pout. You’d get over it eventually. In the meantime, he moved to the fireplace and began to stack some logs. The two of you would be here for a while.

The storm outside blazed on, rattling the windows. The howling wind kicked up and at times sounded like screams. The trees bent in submission and the snow fell sideways. If this kept up, you could be stuck here for days with nothing to do.

You watched M’Baku silently from your place on the floor. He really had grown in to an impressive man. He’d shed himself of his coat once the fire roared to life and you eyed how the muscles in his broad back moved as he stoked the flames. His black skin reflected the dancing light and his eyes gleamed as he turned to look at you.

“Are you done?” he asked, referring to your tantrum. You raised your eyebrows slightly, but yes, you were done.

“Let’s play a game, eh?” M’Baku proposed, plopping on to a nearby couch. “Truth or dare. It’ll be fun, little one.”

“Okay, truth. I hate when you call me ‘little one,’” you started.

“That’s not how it works!” M’Baku interrupted, looking down his nose at you. “One person chooses truth or dare and the other tells them what to divulge or do.”

You laced your fingers behind your head and shrugged. You stretched out on the floor and nodded in agreement.

The two of you played the silly game innocently enough for a while. Daring one another to do handstands or admitting who it was you had a crush on in your first years of training. Your sides began to hurt as you laughed at M’Baku’s embarrassing stories and surprisingly impressive pirouettes. But as these things do, it got a little deeper.

“Truth or dare?” you asked.

“Truth,” M’Baku decided, still huffing from his last dance routine. “I need a break!”

“You’re only a few years out from ascending the throne, M’Baku,” you began, your tone suddenly more serious. “Why have you not yet chosen a partner to rule with?” You looked at him quizzically. You definitely weren’t the only one in Jabariland to notice that the future leader of the tribe was highly sought after but never won. You’d begun to worry for him. He would be the first unmarried leader in centuries if he didn’t hurry up.

M’Baku sat silently for a moment. His mouth pulled up at the edges and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I guess I just haven’t found anyone I’m compatible with yet,” he shrugged. “That’s important to me if it’s going to be forever.”

You nodded knowingly.

“Yeah, that makes sense. It’s probably best that you like the person. Plus, you’re hard headed, so a match for you will be hard to come by,” you began to roast him.

“It’s not that. Emotionally. It’s…” M’Baku interrupted, suddenly more sheepish. You’d never known him to be bashful. You cocked your head, awaiting the end of his sentence.

“It’s sexually,” he admitted.

Your eyebrows shot in to your hair line.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What do you mean?” you asked. “You DID say ‘truth.’”

M’Baku exhaled.

“I’m a large man if you haven’t noticed, Y/N,” he explained. “Too large, I think. I’ve literally never had a sexual experience with anyone that resulted in any pleasure for me because they just can’t take it. It’s always stopped at oral. Never even got to penetration.”

You sat up abruptly, completely baffled.

“Wait wait wait,” you stopped him, waving your hands in front of your chest. “Are you telling me that you’ve only ever gotten head and NO ONE has ever made you cum? That’s a tragedy.”

“Many men and women have tried, yes. But no. Never.”

You could hardly believe it. Here this beautiful hunk of a man was, the most sought after man in all of Jabariland, just giving out dick and no one would take it? Or COULD take it? He was young, strong, witty… People should just try harder.

“Can I see it?” you asked. “This formidable foe that no one can conquer?”

Unashamed, M’Baku unbuckled his pants. He lifted his hips slightly from the couch and pulled the fabric down around his ankles. You barely managed not to gasp.

His dick sprang forth from its confines and bobbed a bit before he caught it in his meaty hand. It really was huge. You watched intently as he stroked it absentmindedly. Droplets of precum began to form at the head. M’Baku swiped his thumb over it every few strokes, rubbing the wetness in to his skin. You had no idea how long you had simply been staring before M’Baku called to you.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes flicked up to his. You’d never seen this look on his face before. His eyes were clouded with lust, his chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply through his nose. You felt a familiar pull deep in your gut.

“Truth or dare?” he asked quietly.

You looked at him defiantly. “Dare.”

M’Baku spread his legs farther apart and beckoned you towards the couch.

“Come here, little one.”

You needed no more instruction. You crawled over to him, settling on your knees between his thighs. He smelled strongly of vanilla and slightly of sweat.

You replaced his hand with your own smaller ones and tilted his dick to the right. You glanced up at him for a moment before pressing your lips against the side of his shaft. You kissed the length of it repeatedly, getting sloppier as you went. Soon you were dragging your lips as well as your tongue against him, leaving the newly wet skin of his black dick shining like onyx.

Your tongue spiraled its way up from the base to the tip and just before you took him fully in to your mouth, M’Baku brought his hand to your chin.

With surprising gentleness and care, M’Baku cradled your chin as he slid his pre-cum slicked tip against your open lips. He watched intently as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against the underside of his dick before completely enveloping him in your mouth.

He moaned at the sensation, his eyes fluttering a bit as you took his length. M’Baku involuntarily bucked his hips a bit, desperate to push deeper in to you and feel your mouth stretch to accommodate him.

Not wanting to give him too much too soon, you employed the use of your hand to reach the base of his dick. You twisted your hand and swiveled your head in opposite directions, taking your time. You had a feeling he liked it slow.

You moved up and down, taking note of the small spots that made him shudder. His hand came to your head, tangling in your hair but he didn’t push. You rewarded him by raising your soft palette and sheathing his entire length down your throat.

M’Baku’s eyes flew open as he disappeared in to your mouth. You held him there, breathing through your nose and swallowing every now and then to give the tip of his dick a slight squeeze. His hips lifted again, but you held fast, allowing your saliva to cascade down his dick and pool amongst his testicles.

You decided to take a chance, still learning this man, and ever so lightly grazed your teeth along his skin as you pulled him out of your throat.

“Oh fuck!” M’Baku groaned, reveling in the slight pain.

You made a mental note. That lined up with everything you knew about him from training. He liked the hurt.

You returned to your ministrations, sucking, licking and twisting. Intermittently, you rubbed the head against the inside of your cheek, eliciting a loud moan from M’Baku. You hardly came up for air, and when you did, you left bridges of spit, connecting his dick to your lips.

His lap was an absolute mess. You dragged your free hand through the saliva that pooled up around his balls and spread it around. You tugged lightly on his ball sack as you continued to suck and slowly made your way down. M’Baku’s thighs tensed as you sucked one of his balls in to your mouth and rolled it around with your tongue. You did the same with the other and he began to pant. Your hand continued to pump him as you played with his undercarriage.

You felt M’Baku’s hands tap your shoulder as he gasped out your name.

“Y/N! Keep sucking. Please,” he begged. You returned, deep throating him again and again and again until he was reduced to strangled moans.

Without warning, your mouth was flooded with hot salt. M’Baku roared out in to the room, his muscles contracting and his grip on your hair tightening.

You were quickly overwhelmed with the sheer volume of the load he was dumping down your throat and you swallowed desperately. It just kept coming. It spilled out of your mouth and back down on to his lap even though you were still swallowing. Your eyes began to water and you choked.

M’Baku released the hold he had on your hair and slid out from your mouth. Excess cum dribbled down your chin as the two of you gasped for breath.

Surprisingly, M’Baku leaned forward and kissed you, cleaning out your mouth with his tongue. You didn’t know why the kiss was the most surprising occurrence of the night, but you leaned in to it.

M’Baku broke the kiss and wiped the rest of the cum off of your face with a swipe of his thumb.

“Thank you,” he hummed.

“You’re welcome,” you replied. “Now… truth or dare?”

[Part 2]

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Gods and Monsters

Part Two

This is the end of Jolie’s story.

Gangsta Pt. One & Gangsta Pt. Two & I Know Pt. One & I Know Pt. Two & Gods and Monsters Pt. One

@iamrheaspeaks I did it!

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Me and Mr. Stevens

Okay, y’all, here’s a submission to @royallyprincesslilly​ ‘s June Smut Fest from an anonymous member of the fandom. She introduces us to Pastor Erik Stevens because who said the preacher can’t have fun too?

Enjoy and leave her some feedback!

Warnings: SMUT

Fine ass Erik Stevens.  

Or Mr.  Stevens as he was known to your niece, Sadirah and her classmates. He was the principal of the high school that she attended.  

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updated!!!!!!!! sorry it took so long. (Masterlist)

September 2018 Im sure Ive missed a few, just message me if you dont see something… you might see something you missed.

Snow ball.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Questions.

part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Parachute.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

Based on the Jill Scott Interlude.

Part 1 Part 2

Reader, Erik & Mini Series.

Mommy for the night

Daddy for the night

Mini Made

Daddy Wanted a Party

Daddy Leaves Part 1

Daddy Leaves Part 2

Mini’s Day Out

Shorts, Headcannons and requests

Four

I Love You

Ruining Each Others Life

Light Weight

Anal Plug

Homecoming

Ramonda Speaks

Pussy Power

Ice

Bubblin

Full Chapter Stories.

Price list

1 2 3

Nightland (The Vampire Story)

Welcome Home

Beyond The Trees

Family Affair

An Invitation  

Havana 

1  2  3 4  5  6 7 8

The Switch.

part 1 part 2

Michael Fics.

NSFW

Just Take Both

Split.

Number 1 Number 2 Number 3   Number 4  Number 5  Number 6 Number 7  Number 8  Number smut Number 9  

Split 2

Number 1 Number 2 Number 3 Number 4  Number 5 Number 6