#erik stevens x t'challa

[paisholotus]

Zintandathu

Present Day-2018

 

Narrative 

 

"My Prince, coming up on them now." Okoye told T'challa, sitting in her lotus position.

 

T'Challa stands and moves to a sand model of the convoy down below. Okoye gets up out of her chair and grabs her spear off the wall. She moves towards the back of the craft towards T'challa. "No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone." He tells her.

 

Okoye pauses, then returns her spear to the wall. T'Challa closes the model and steps to a marked circle on the floor. "I will get the women out as quickly as possible." Okoye places six kimoyo beads into T'Challa's gloved hands. "Just don't freeze when you see her." She said, smirking at him. T'challa was confused as to who she was talking about; he rolled his eyes and picked up his helmet. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."

 

T'Challa slips on his helmet, revealing himself to be the Black Panther, and folds his arms over his chest. Okoye opens her closed fist, dropping the Panther out of the aircraft. The Panther hurdles through the clouds and throws the spheres toward the cars below. The spheres change shape into edged discs that follow through the air as they zip forward.

 

The discs mount themselves to the hoods of all the vehicles, sending a sonic ripple through them, stopping the convoy in its tracks. The militant leader riding in the front watches as the driver looks around, confused.

 

He tries turning the key to start the truck up again, and nothing happens. The militant leader grabs his AK-47 and climbs to the front of the truck. He spots the disk mounted to it and tries pulling it off to no avail. He raises his fist.

 

"Defense position!" The militant leader slips down a night vision monocular as the other militants echo the call and begin to fall in line.

 

Inside the truck are several Nigerian women. The young soldier exited the vehicle as the goddess watched closely.

 

The pickup's driver climbs out, cocking a submachine gun, and looks into the forest in the wrong direction. Slowly approaching, the militant leader points to shifting foliage in the direction of the Panther. The militants nod, and the militant leader covers them while they go off into the grass.

 

The militants move slowly, following every sound. They point their guns at the base of a tree, but it's just a stray dog. The gunmen approach the tree, eyeing around, then look up to find the Panther stalking them like his prey from the treetops. The goddess climbs out of the truck, carefully leading the other captive women out of the truck.

 

"Come in! Come in!" The leader yells into the radio. We hear a faint struggle, then a militant body is hurled into the side of the pickup truck as the other militants look on in horror. The gunners and all of the other men in the convoy blindly opened fire into the trees.

 

Then the Panther emerges from behind them, flipping into the truck bed and slashing clean through the base of it, then taking the gunner out with a single blow. Slipping behind a militant, the goddess pulls water from the trees and encircles the man, knocking him against the tree and knocking him out cold. She leaps onto a second militant, easily taking him down and striking him in the throat.

 

The four men don't see the Panther coming and executing a barrage of punches and kicks; the Panther viciously dispatches them. He spots the young militant firing at him, then slashes through a car door and throws the door at a militant behind him, taking him out.

 

In a moment of desperation, the young militant rushes out, firing at the Panther to no effect. Then, as the Panther walks towards him, the Goddess dives out, kicking the young militant's gun from his hand and grabbing him in a necklock. Swinging around, the Goddess pushes the Panther in the chest, stopping his momentum. Caught off guard, the Panther freezes.

 

"Stop! Him just a boy. He got kidnapped too." The goddess pulls the wrap from the young militant's face, exposing his pre-teen expression. She walked towards him, smirking and crossing her arms. The Panther stares at her for too long.

 

"Lua, I... I... I wanted to." T'challa stuttered but was cut off by Lua smacking his arm. "Yuh, mess up my mission! Wah yuh doing here?" She asked him, playfully glaring at him. "My father is dead, Lua." He sadly told her.

 

The news devastates her. Tears welled in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered how sorry she was. T'challa held her tightly, nuzzling into her neck. "I will be crowned King tomorrow, and I wish for my other family to be there." Lua looks at T'Challa deeply and nods, kissing his cheek. She then turns, catching eyes with one of the Nigerian captives as Okoye brings them from around the truck.

 

Lua walks towards the women and tells them that her guards will take them home. Okoye also made sure to let them know not to speak of what they saw tonight.

 

-Time Skip-

 

The Royal Talon Fighter heads for the Royal Palace, a magnificent building at the center of the city, and touches down on the landing pad. And right behind them, landing beside them, was the Royal SC Nightfall.

 

Walking down the strip, T'challa and Okoye waited for the Adamu family to exit the aircraft. When the doors let down, Lua, Yarri, Aja, and Erik's mom, Tasha, began walking towards them. Waiting up front were Ramonda, Shuri, and Erik. On each side were Ayo and Aneka.

 

Lua sped towards Ramonda, opening her arms to hug her. "Hey, mama." Ramonda wrapped her arms around Lua and kissed the side of her head. They pulled away, and Ramonda gave her a teary smile. "Lua, it's so good to see you, my child." Lua placed Queen Mother's hands against her lips and gave her hushed condolences.

 

Lua let go of her hands and went to hug Shuri and Erik, but he playfully shoved her off, saying she was being "too mushy."

 

Erik threw his arms around his mama, asking how she was and kissing the side of her face. She smiled big at him, giving him a kiss back.

 

It was Aja's and Yarri's turn to hug Queen Mother, then on to Erik to his dismay, causing Yarri to smack her teeth and smirk, saying, "Oh, you don't want to hug me?" Yarri, being the same height as Erik, smacked him upside the head and hugged him anyway, causing him to chuckle and hug her back.

 

Shuri looked at Okoye, then back at T'challa. "Did he freeze?" She asked Okoye, causing T'challa to look at her, offended. Erik snorted, crossing his arms and looking at his cousin. "Hell, yeah, he froze." Erik said, cackling. "Like an antelope in headlights." Okoye added, causing everyone to laugh, except for Lua, who had a small smile on her face.

 

She thought T'challa looked extra scrumptious in his suit. "Are you three finished?" T'challa playfully asked them.

 

Okoye slams her spear into the ground, signaling the rest of the Dora to follow her off, along with the Adamu family. T'challa watched Lua leave with a small smile on his face and turned to Shuri, who was watching Aja with a shy smile on her face. He smirks at her but doesn't tease her like she did.

 

"I was so surprised that my little sister came to see me and her cousin off before our big day." Erik rolled his eyes and went to stand next to his older cousin. "Nigga, ain't nobody want to come see you." T'challa glared at him and shoved him, causing Erik to buck at him. "Bantwana! Behave, nceda," Ramonda told them sternly.

 

"Don't y'all start! Today's a good day." Tasha said, pointing her finger at them. Romanda nodded in agreement, smiling at both boys.

 

They both pouted, and Ramonda shook her at her son and nephew. There's nothing that's going to change about them; they were still little boys at heart. "You wish I was here to see you. I'm here for the EMP beads; I need to update them." Shuri told T'challa.

 

"Update? No, it worked perfectly." He said, shaking his head. Shuri rolled her eyes and scoffed. "How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved." She said, smartly.

 

"You are teaching me; what do you know?" He asked her. "More than your noodle head ass." Erik said, under his breath. Causing T'challa to glare at Erik again. "N'Jadaka!" Ramonda warned him. Erik mumbled a sorry, looking at Shuri, who was trying not to laugh. Shuri holds out her hand, and T'Challa drops the beads into her hand, and he watches her turn around to leave.

 

"How are you feeling today, mama?" T'challa asked his mother. Ramonda smiled sweetly at her son and cupped his cheeks. "Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us, and it is your time to be king!" She then looked over to her nephew and cupped his cheeks, causing him to give her a big smile. "I am most proud of you, Umlilo Wam." She said, giving him a teary smile. "Your father would be extremely proud of the man you've become, and now it is also your time to be the Jaguar!" She said, smiling brightly.

 

"Ouu! I'M SO PROUD OF MY BABY!" Tasha said, walking over, squeezing Erik's cheeks with happy tears in her eye's.

 

Erik looked down, feeling his own eyes well up. T'challa looked at his younger cousin with pride and patted his back. "Kulungile! Let's go. We have family waiting for us." Ramonda said, hurrying both young men back into the palace.

 

 

Taraji P Henson as Tasha Stevens

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader 

Part Four

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warnings: SMUT! Strong language, 

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For the past couple of days, (Y/N) has been catching up on everything that she needed. Tonight was a huge back to school event on the football field and a huge after party. 

The majorette team were on for a performance tonight, so (Y/N) woke up earlier than usual so that she could get everything that she needed done today. She ran some last minute errands before she came back to the house.

She sat at her makeup table, doing her hair before her phone started to vibrate. She picked it up seeing it was an incoming facetime call from Erik. She clicked the green button then placed her phone against her makeup brush organizer. It connected and his popped up on the screen. He was laying in bed with his hand behind his head and his bicep flexed in the camera. He looked like he was just waking up. 

“Wassup mamas.” his voice was definitely raspier and deeper. And his voice was already deep and raspy. It immediately made an aching sensation in her lower abdomen. 

“Hi, what’s up?” she asked looking into the mirror putting her curlers in her hair. 

“Nothin much, just waking up.” he said. She looked at the time before saying,

“It’s 12:30. Shouldn’t you be up?” she teased him as he smacked his teeth at her. 

“Actually I woke up at seven and went to the gym. Came home, took a shower, ate some breakfast and took an hour nap.” he said. She let out a mhmm before he chuckled. “What have you been doing?” he said emphasizing on the you. 

“Well I had a debate team meeting at 10:45 this morning, I went for a jog at like 9 o’clock. Now I’m home, doing my hair for my performance tonight.” she told him. He nodded his head before sitting up. 

“Oh yeah. I want you to come over to my house and get ready over here. I wanna see you before the rally and have you here after the party. I want to spend some time with you.” he said walking into his bathroom. 

“The party ends at like one in the morning. I wouldn’t wanna go to your house then back to mine.” she said. She noticed she was on mute not hearing any of the background noises. Finally she heard it and water running. 

“My bad, I was using the bathroom. But yeah, I want you to stay the night.” he said washing his hands. She was thrown off by the statement emotions running through her head. She was nervous, excited, scared, and overall happy that he wanted to spend time with her. 

“Sure, no problem.” she said before turning around. “I have to pack a lot of stuff though, for my performance and stuff.” she warned him looking behind her at the mess on the bed. 

“Okay, make sure you pack enough clothes..” he reminded her. 

“When do you want me to come?” she asked him before continuing her hair. He grabbed his toothbrush placing the toothpaste on it. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Right now.” he said honestly. She smiled at the eagerness. 

“Well, I’ll finish doing my hair then I’ll head over there. Just send me your address.” she told him. He picked up his phone, sending it to her. 

“How long till you come?” he asked her as she looked at her apple watch. 

“Maybe.. an hour?” she estimated. She wanted to go right that instant but her hair wasn’t done and she didn’t want to do it over at his house.  

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting on you.”

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She pulled up to his apartment building, before texting him that she was outside. She stepped out walking to the trunk to grab what she could. He came down the steps before walking to the trunk smiling at her. “Finally.” he smirked at her before kissing her on the lips. It caught her off guard but she leaned into it. She broke away before he looked at the trunk. 

“Damn, you was not playin when you said you’re bringing a lot of stuff.” he laughed. 

“I warned you.” she reminded him closing the trunk after they grabbed the things she bought. She followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He opened it, and the smell of his apartment hit her like a ton of bricks. It smelled just like him. It was black and red theme, it matching his personality to a T. 

“My room is back here.” he said leading her pass the kitchen and to his room. He opened the door, the king size bed had a black headboard and footboard. It had red sheets and a black comforter that was made. 

He placed her stuff in the corner of the room before she followed the same. He looked her up and down as he drunk her in. She had on a grey skin tight romper, with her scarf and bonnet on her head. She had on a pair red fluffy slides. He has never seen her dressed down in person, and deemed it as his favorite look on her. 

As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to him. 

“Mmm, you smell good.” he whispered with his head snuggled into the crook of her neck. She hugged him back, standing on her tippy toes. She pulled away, but he grabbed her chin kissing her. The kiss was sweet but he showed his dominance in it. She pulled away when she heard her phone ring. She looked at it and saw that it was an incoming call from Travis. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the red button before looking up at him. 

“You’ve talked to Travis?” he asked her, she shook her head. 

“I don’t have nothing to say to him.” she nonchalantly said sitting on his bed. He leaned against the dresser putting his arms over his chest looking at her. 

“Hmm, interesting. I guess this is a perfect time then to tell you that he also tried calling me last night.” he told her. 

“You talked to him?” 

“I didn’t need to. I already know what he wanted. To apologize and or to convince me to talk to you about talking to him. It’s dumb as hell and I’m not entertaining him with that shit.” he said laying back on the bed. She looked at him laying  in the bed, with his back placed on the headboard. 

“So much has happened and school hasn’t even started yet.” she groaned rubbing her temples in annoyance. 

“Hmm, I guess it has.” he smiled at her. She knew exactly what he was talking about just by the look on her face. “Speaking of us, I told you I wanted to spend time with you so why are you down there?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. She blushed while giggling as she crawled up the bed as he placed her on his lap. He rubbed on her butt, gripping it then rubbing it. 

She closed her eyes in pleasure, trying not to moan but a tiny noise escaped. She opened her eyes to see him smirking at her. “It’s okay if you like it.” he boosted her. Something happened within her that had her aching. Whether it was just because she was sitting directly on his dick, him being shirtless, the way he was talking and touching on her, or all of it but she was craving his touch. Badly. Her hands touched up his abs, and up to his chest before she leaned and kissed him. 

This time around, it was her being the dominant one in the kiss. She used her hands to trace up his neck squeezing it before letting him go. She broke the kiss before she sat back up. Before she could say anything, Erik grabbed her and kissed her. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her on her back and getting between her legs. He kissed her, grabbing her leg and lifting it as he grinded himself against her. He pulled away, leaving kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she moaned. He loved the way her moans made him feel. He knew that she felt good, obviously, but everything seemed like it was coming off so natural for the two and he liked that.

He pulled away staring at her in the eyes, seeing if he could see any doubt in her eyes, but all he saw was adoration and lust. “You sure you want this? Once I start, I’m not gonna wanna stop.” he warned her. Her hands found their way to the band of his basketball shorts. She looked down and could see him growing, it occasionally bouncing against her core. She leaned up kissing him, trailing down and rubbing his dick. He grunted in the kiss as she let him go. He grabbed the strings of her shoulder pulling it down. Her chest was exposed, as he broke the kiss. He pulled them off of her, seeing her pink underwear that sat nice and fat. He kissed up her down her calf, on the side of her knee and stopped there. 

He saw the wet spot on her panties before rubbing her clit in slow motions. She moaned biting her lip looking at him. “Sexy ass...” he whispered, continuing the motions. “Pussy so wet for me..” he pulled her panties to the side, her pussy looking fatter than before, her clit swollen when a throb. His middle finger went between her folds. She slightly started to grind against his finger. 

“Fuck.. Erik. Please.” she moaned throwing her head back. He smirked at her desperateness, seeing her whine her hips harder. 

“You gonna let me eat this pussy?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, staring at his every move. He laid on his stomach between her legs before he placed kissed up her thought and around her core. It made her wetter, he could smell the arousal dripping off of her. 

“Yes please.” she begged him. She looked so innocent asking him to devour her. 

She heard about his sex stories and how good he was in bed. But this was the complete opposite of what she heard. He was so soft and gentle with her, like she was made out of glass. 

He flattened his tongue against her, licking upwards towards her clit, licking around the bud. He was teasing her for sure, just to see how wet he could get her. He placed more pressure around her clit, every once in a while letting his tongue hit the bud force on. 

She knew he could do better then that, just by his teasing. “Stevens I know you can do better than that.” she whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, in a challenging way. He didn’t even attempt to argue with her, he was going to show her. 

His lips wrapped around her clit as he inserted two fingers in her. He sucked on the bud as more wetness produced dripping down his chin. He removed his finger, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth letting his fingers inside her mouth. She closed her lips sucking on it as his tongue entered her pussy. He tasted her moaning at her taste.

He ate her like he didn’t have a taste of pussy in years. For the next couple of minutes, he ate her without saying a word. She was speechless, she never was eaten out like this before. It was like he was trying to suck her soul straight from her. 

“Erik.. shit!” she moaned finally, her juices starting to leak from her. 

“Fuck mamas, why your so sweet, huh?” he asked her rubbing her clit as she moaned at the over sensitivity. He replaced his hand with his lips, sucking on the clit again. She placed her hands on his forehead attempting to push him away. 

“W-Wait I-” she was cut off by him inserting fingers in her and pulling his lips away from her. 

“Nah, I told you once I start I don’t wanna stop.” he smirked before attacking her clit again with his fingers still going at it with her g-spot. She opened her mouth but not a noise or a word came out. Her eyes fell back into her head as her toes dug into the blankets with her grabbing it. 

Unknowingly, she whined her hips against his lips. He looked at her, seeing how lost she was in her pleasure. His dick was already painfully hard but seeing her chase her climax had him grinding his own hips against the bed for some type of relieving. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” she chanted before she squirted all on his face and his sheets. For sure he thought he was finished, but the smirk she saw made him realize that it was far from reality. He flattened his tongue again, licking up to where her clit was and circling her clit with his tongue, playing with it. 

He pulled away finally letting her get rest before smiling at her, chin and around his lips were covered in her cum. “And to think... I thought you were innocent. Look at this mess you made.” he said, giving her vulva a tiny little slap. 

She jumped a bit, licking her bottom lip as she grabbed him by the back of his head to kiss him. He got from between her legs, going to his night stand and grabbing the unopened box of condoms. He grabbed on before turning around and seeing her touch herself. 

“Fuck.” he grunted pulling his pants down, freeing his hard-on before moaning rubbing against it. “Freaky ass... over here playing with this wet ass pussy. You want this dick don’t you?” she nodded eagerly. 

When she saw him, she immediately wanted to suck his dick. It was just that gorgeous. A good 10 inches with a nice curve to it. Tip seeping his arousal so much that it dripped on the floor like a dripping faucet. She licked her bottom lip wanting more then just to taste it. 

He ripped the condom open, rubbing his dick before he placed it on his dick. He grabbed her ankle pulling her to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his dick between her folds teasing her. “Please... I need you inside of me.” she whimpered grinding against nothing. That’s how much she wanted some type of attention. 

“Seems like you haven’t had some dick in a minute.” he said rubbing his tip on her clit. She hated yet loved the teasing. With every touch he does, including this one, he made it feel like it was twenty times more powerful. “Isn’t that right? You haven’t had somebody treat your body like this.” she shook her head. 

It was true. She hasn’t really met anyone who gives her a run for her money. One thing for certain, she had a feeling that he was the one that was going to match her energy. 

“Don’t worry about none of that anymore, I got you.” Before she could even regain herself, she felt his tip at her entrance slowly pushing it. As soon as he was in there, he stayed still staring down at where they were connected at.

He didn’t know she had it like this. He let out a shaky breath before slowly pulling away, but she was tugging him. “Fuck...” he grunted, pushing back in as she gasped. 

“Damn..” she whispered, feeling him stretch her wider. “Your dick is so big...” she moaned rubbing her clit, getting her wetter than before. She felt like she was on cloud ten. There was a pressure every time he pulled back, that most likely was gonna make her squirt again at any moment.. 

“Good ass pussy. This my shit? Huh, tell me this mine.” he leaned down, kissing her jaw and the side of her neck. “Tell me.” he grunted. 

“This pussy is yours.” she whispered in her ear. That’s when she decided to flip the tables on him. She grabbed his face, as he fucked her with a rhythm.

“You like the way my pussy feels daddy?” she moaned looking him in the eye. “I love the way your big dick feels. Fucking me like this? I’m gonna cum all over you...” she moaned. He pulled away, stepping back as they both stared at each other. She stood up from the bed walking grabbing him, turning them around and pushing him on the bed. He moved back to the middle of the bed as she followed him, getting on top of his lap. She grabbed his dick from underneath her and placing it at her entrance as she sat down directly on it. 

He closed his eyes with his mouth wide open, the position letting him get a deep feel from her. She got on her tippy toes, put here hand on his shoulder and got to work. 

She slowly moved up and down, his hand on her ass gripping it to the point his fingernails were digging in her skin. “Good girl.. daddy didn’t even have to tell you to come ride his dick. You’re a slut..” he smirked at her as she moved faster. The smirk slowly falling from his face, feeling her wetness drip down to his sack. 

“I’m your slut daddy..” she told him before grabbing his face and kissing him. Still on her tippy toes, she removed her hand from his shoulder and started to bounce faster with her ass shaking. The recoil of her ass hitting against his thighs was so much, that he could see it from the front where the thighs and ass met.

“Yeahhh bounce that ass on this dick.” he grunted placing his hands behind him and leaning back, watching her work herself. Her hands were on her knees, her feet flat on the bed as she twerked on his dick. 

He was so astonished by the way she was working him. She looked so innocent now and even in the past. But what he was seeing was a different switch. There was nothing innocent about her right now. She was riding dick like she was a professional. 

“I’m about to cum..” she whispered, getting back on her knees feeling weak from her near climax, but he stopped her. He fucked upward as she screamed at the sudden movement . “Erik!” she squirted all over him again.

“Thaaats it. Give me that nut. Look so beautiful cumming on my dick like this.” he whispered to her. His back hit the mattress, as he leaned up reaching for her neck and tightening his grip around her. She put her hands on top of his as he continued to fuck into her like it was nothing. She was getting closer to her orgasm. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated feeling himself about to cum. She leaned down, licking and sucking his sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum? Cum daddy.” she whispered in his ear. At the pace he was going, she came again with him following right behind her. 

“Damn...” he groaned as she pulled herself off of him. He took the condom of while she fell beside him as he turned over, grabbing her face and kissing her. She kissed him back, about to get on top of him again but she stopped herself because she knew they would go at it again. 

She pulled away before touching a wet spot on the bed before cringing. “My bad about the bed. I should’ve told you I do that.” she said standing up. “I can wash it for you.” she rambled as he chuckled. 

“As much as I’d love for you to walk around my place like this, I got it. I’ll run you a shower.” he sat up, grabbing his pants and slipping them on. “I know you need some rest for tonight.” he said kissing her lips. 

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A couple hours later, she woke up to find the bed empty. She looked at the time and saw that it was three. She only had two hours until she needed to be in the lockers before they had a last rehearsal. 

She walked out into the kitchen to see him eating out of a Chinese container with chopsticks. “You know how to eat with chop sticks?” she asked him. He looked up putting the chop sticks down before reaching into the big brown bag. 

“Yup. I wanted to learn it when I started watching anime.” he said grabbing two things of the Chinese carts. He handed it to her as she sat next to him. “I got you shrimp fried rice and general tai chicken.” he said handing it to her. She smiled at the food before he handed her the chop sticks. She looked at them before looking at him and saying, 

“I don’t know how to use them. Teach me?” she said. She was lying. She just wanted a reason to touch him. He chuckled before grabbing her hand and showing her what to do with it. She started to eat before she looked at him. 

“You like watching anime?” she asked him as he nodded. 

“Ever since I can remember.” he said drinking from his water bottle. 

“I would have never guessed that.” she said, astonished. This man just keeps getting better and better. 

“Because I don’t walk around here looking like Urkle?” he asked her, making her giggle. 

“No. It’s not that. It’s just.. I’ve never heard you mentioned it.” she shrugged her shoulders. “If I would’ve known, I would’ve invited you over to my house so we could watch together.” she said taking a bit of her chicken. Now it was his turn to be shocked. 

“You watch it?” he asked her, she nodded. 

“Yup. Now you seem surprised.” she said noticing the shocked expression on his face. 

“I mean, you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever talked to who watches it. Everyone else was like, it’s boring or it’s lame.” he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favorite show?” she asked him. 

“Jujutsu Kaisen.” he said immediately. Her eyes perked up by the name. 

“Oh my god yes. Sukuna is so damn fine-” she stopped herself when he was glaring at her with his tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “Ah don’t give me that look. It’s not like he’s real. I wish though.” she mumbled the last part, he pinched the side of her stomach. She winced. 

“Ouch.” she said rubbing it. He stood up cleaning up his mess. 

“What time do you need to be there?” he asked her. She looked at her apple watch before saying, 

“Around five. Get there, get ready to perform.” she said standing up before cleaning her belongings. “I’m so excited, it’s been a minute since I’ve performed.” she said, the excited evident on her face. She walked around the counter, walking into the kitchen where he was. 

“I can tell, I can’t wait to see you dance.” he said grabbing the dish rag and putting soap on it to wash the dishes he had in the sink. He noticed the look of confusion cover her excitement, instantly curious. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to come to it. I mean, I’ve never seen you come to the games. Even with Travis, you didn’t go. And the only reason I noticed is because everyone who hangs with us goes, excepts you.” she said in a matter of fact tone. 

“I guess I can say the same for you with the after parties.” he smirked at her. “But, you’re my ole’ lady now. I wanna support you.” she couldn’t help but blush at that statement, and the fact that he called her his ole’ lady. 

“Thank you.. It means a lot.” she said to him. After she said that, she went silent deep in her own thoughts. He saw how blacked out she was before saying, 

“Something on your mind?” 

“I was just thinking. Nothing to worry about.” she reassured him. 

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She stepped outside of the locker room to make a call so she could hear. She listened to the sound of the ringing before the phone answered. “Hello? Mom?” she heard on the other end. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” she heard on the other end. 

“I’m okay. Just getting ready for my first performance of the year.” she said excitedly. 

“Mm, oh.” she said. 

“Yeah.” It was silent before she spoke again. “So um, I’ve met someone. His name is Erik.” she said excitedly. 

“I don’t know why you’re dating. You spent all that money to go to that college and wanna be distracted by a boy.” her mother started, making her roll her eyes. 

“Mom, I’m doing just fine between my school and extra stuff. I know how to keep manage of those things.” she admitted. “And I didn’t pay a lot.” she mumbled the last part. 

“Mhm, so how are you suppose to manage a relationship if your main focus is school and dancing?” she asked her. 

“Erik and I still have our moments with each other. Like I’ve said, I know how to manage and balance things.” (Y/N) responded as her mom scoffed. 

“Mhm.. well we’ll see how this goes.” her mom trailed off. (Y/N) closed her eyes before changing the subject. 

“So how is Cyrus and CJ?” she asked worried about her step brother and step father. 

“Well your dad is working on another car in the garage. Cyrus is downstairs playing his game. I need to send him to the bank to get himself some cash.” she said, sounding like she was moving around. 

“Oh.. he doesn’t have a job yet?” she asked him. 

“He did. He was working at the gas station on 18th street, but they fired him. They accused him of stealing out the cash.” (Y/N) knew not to question it considering that she knew her mom was going to argue her down. This was a repeating factor with her step brother. He lived at home with her parents, didn’t have a job currently, and just stayed at home playing video games all day. 

“What I was actually calling about, I wanted you and Cyrus to come up here one day. Meet Erik, show you around Houston, even catch one of my performances. You guys stay in the house and you need a vacation.” she said as her mom sighed. 

“That’s not an option. With how tight money is and-”

“I’ll pay for it if money is an issue.” she offered. 

“No no. It’s not only that. I know for a fact that you wouldn’t want CJ to come and no one would be home to-”

“Mom. CJ is a 32 year old grown ass man. He is capable of watching himself.” she reasoned with her. “Know what, this isn’t even about him. If you don’t want to come, just say that. Don’t make excuses.”

“Now wait a damn minute I have never said I don’t wanna see you. I don’t know where you-”

“Mom your words speak louder than your actions. I have asked you a total of 34 times to come down here and you have came up with 34 different excuses. It doesn’t even matter. I won’t bother you no more.” Before her mother could say anything, she hang the phone up. She turned around and saw Omariana standing there with her arms crossed. 

“No luck?”

“Gosh it’s like she treats him more like her child than she does me.” she scoffed walking back into the locker room, with Omariana following right behind her. 

“Don’t worry about her, I know it’s your mother and all but she doesn’t deserve your effort. You are about to graduate and be something of this world. If she wants to claim that piece of shit as her child and not you that’s her lost. Not yours, you hear me?” Omariana stopped her, getting in front of her. She smiled at her. “And plus, everyone else will be in the bleachers cheering you on. 

“Yeah.. Stevens said he was coming to see me.” she said with a smile on her face. Omariana raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk. 

“Gonna tell me what happened? Getting Erik to come to a game is like trying to get an atheist to a church.” she chuckled. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” she joked before walking further into the locker room. 

“Oh no, not you being grown.”

About an hour and a half later, the ladies were out on the field. Her eyes scanned the bleachers as the crowd cheered them on. Her eyes landed on Erik who was sitting next to Jakeen, Kobe and Ty. He winked at her, making her blush. As her eyes started to scan again when she landed on a familiar face. It was Travis who was looking directly into her soul. He was sitting around a couple of people that he knew, maybe from the football team.

He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her before she looked back at Erik. 

Erik noticed her face change. He assumed it was the nerves eating her up but she looked excited a moment ago. 

The music started to play as they started the dance routine. Out of all the girls on the field, his main focus was on her. Dancing was added right on the list with the things that turned him on about her. One thing he took in noticed was how flexible she was. He took a mental note of that, it could come in handy later, he thought. 

After the event, Kia, Brandy, Omariana and (Y/N) walked to the parking lot in their track suits. Everyone was standing at their cars waiting for the girls to come.

‘You guys did good.” Kobe said hugging them as they hugged him back. 

“Thank you. I was so nervous.” Brandy said, as the other girls agreed with her. 

“So who’s house are we meeting at to leave for the party?” Kia asked throwing her bag in the back seat of Kobe’s car. 

“We can meet at mine.” Erik said shrugging his shoulders. “Just give me a couple of hours to clean up and stuff. It doesn’t start till like what?” he asked looking at Jakeen.

“At 10. That’s what I heard at least.” 

“Alright, well I’m finna head out.” Kobe said walking over to his car. “(Y/N)? You need me to walk you to the car?” he said as everyone poured into his car that was riding with him. 

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll walk her.” Erik told him as he nodded. Kia, Brandy and Kobe got into the car and left. Now it was just Erik, her, Jakeen and Ty. 

“We should head out too. I wanna take a nap before the party.” Jakeen said unlocking his car door. “You gonna bail on us (Y/N)?” he teased her. She chuckled then shook her head. 

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be in attendance.” she said as he smiled at her. The two of them got into the car, leaving only leaving the two. 

“Lemme walk you to your car.” he grabbed her hand as she looked down at it.

“You’re very bold.” she stated, but didn’t let it go. “We’re suppose to be keeping us a secret.” she reminded him. 

“Right right. But what are the chances of someone seeing us, in a parking lot, filled with cars.” he asked her. 

“That said parking lot is filled with other people too.” she included, making him playfully roll his eyes. “My car is over there.” she said pointing towards her car, seeing her red Malibu in the a couple of spaces down.  

“I know but I have something in my car to give you.” he unlocked his car door reaching over his passenger seat. He grabbed her a banquet of flowers giving it to her.

She gasped grabbing the banquet of white and red roses. “They’re beautiful.” she said hugging him as he hugged her back. “Thank you.” 

“It’s just something small. Nothing too much. I be seeing how after recitals and shit they give flowers so I thought-”

“I love it Stevens. Thank you.” she smiled at him. She looked to make sure that no one was starring before she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. She pulled away smiling at him, the same goofy smile on his face. 

“Thank God you’re coming home with me.” he said. 

“Plus, on top of that I done found out your little special talent.” 

- - - - - - - - -

Travis jaw clenched as he looked outside his wind shelf seeing the two of them kiss. Something told him to let it go, she was never going to see him like that again. But on the other hand, there was something else in him telling that there still had to be some feelings for her. 

Travis stepped out off the car after seeing her drive off. Erik was about to step in his but Travis called out for him, 

“Erik!” Erik recognized the voice, slowly turning around. 

“Bruh, I thought yo dumb ass would’ve got the hint when I was ignoring you.” he snapped keeping the door open. 

“I’m not trying to talk to you, I’m trying to reason with (Y/N).” he told him making Erik let out a sarcastic laugh. Even though he found this hilarious, for (Y/N) sakes this was just crazy. 

“And what makes you think she wanna talk to you?” he asked tilting her head to the side. “Nigga did you forget what you told me told me when you found out she had feelings for you?” he chuckled walking closer to him. “Something along the lines of.. I can’t fuck with shorty. She not my type. Now, what makes her your type?” 

“I-” he stopped himself not knowing what else to say.

“You what?” Erik asked waiting for him to answer. All Travis did was look to the side with his jaw clenched. “Exactly. Now you wanna walk around like I did something to you nigga? You’re not talking to her.” Erik snapped. Travis turned around, offended by the statement. 

“You can’t make her stop talking to her friend nigga. Mind you I was here before you.” Erik busted out laughing grabbing his chest. 

“Nigga that shit don’t matter who was here first.” Erik said then walked closer. “Lemme explain something to you pussy ass nigga, I’m here now. And she’s mine. You’re not going no where round her, especially since now you gotta lil crush on her. So that means stop blowing her phone up, stop pulling her to the side to say what you gotta say, quit it. Because the next time I find out you contacted her, Ima beat yo ass and Ima make everybody watch just to show how much of a pussy ass nigga you really are.” he snapped at him. 

“Nigga ain’t no body scared of yo ass.” Travis snapped. 

“Okay. Gone head and try to talk to her nigga. See what happens.”

- - - - - - - - -

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The Unsweet Masterlist

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

The Adored One (Complete)

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

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

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

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

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

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

Promises (Complete)

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

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

Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Are we dressing up for Wakanda Forever?

I might wear all black because I'm sad lol

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒

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

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

word count：553

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

forewarning：none thus far.

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

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

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tchallasbabymama]

Updated 1/2/24

Black Panther fanfiction featuring Black OCs for the 18+ crowd. [Minors DNI]

Officially on hiatus until Spring 2024. I’ve been working on a lot of my original stories, and can’t do both at this time.

Also on AO3!

Here's my other Tumblr where I'll be keeping y'all updated on my original, non-fanfic works. I'm in the process of self-publishing an erotic novella at the moment. Stay tuned for updates!

All works are mine and may not be reposted anywhere. However, I live for feedback, so I ask that you leave comments on and reblog my stories as you read them.

Fanfics below the cut. Enjoy 😘

📚= complete series

📖= series in progress

📓=oneshot

🚧= coming soon

Characters listed in alphabetic order:

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens, A.K.A. Prince N'Jadaka

All For Us 📚

Erik Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Erik x Samira (OC)

angst

The Temple 📚

Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.

N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)

smut

Black Lace 📓

Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.

Erik x Quinn (OC)

smut

Baby Body📓

New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.

Erik x Destiny (OC)

fluff, smut

Don’t Forget About Us 📓

Erik and his ex get that old thang back.

Erik x Kayla (OC)

smut

The Wedding Guest 📓

A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.

Erik x Stevie (OC)

smut

Teamwork 📓

Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.

Erik x Raven (OC)

smut

M'Baku

Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

M’Baku x Amita (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

M’Baku’s Love 📚

Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.

M’Baku x Monae (OC)

fluff, smut

Used 📓

M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.

M’Baku x Akila (OC)

smut

Tea and Tattoos 📓

M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.

M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)

smut

Ready📓

M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.

M’Baku x Rada (OC)

smut

Girl of His Dreams📓

M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.

M’Baku x Akeza (OC)

smut

Her Throne📓

A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.

M’Baku x Zora (OC)

smut

Ramonda

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 📖

Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.

Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)

fluff, smut

Shuri

Queen Shuri📓

Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.

angst

T'Challa

Troubled Waters 📚

When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.

T’Challa x Nia (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

Playlist  📚

On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.

T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Swimming in Denial 📚

Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?

T’Challa x Kali (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Polaroids📓

Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.

T’Challa x Tasha (OC)

fluff, smut

Potential Breakup Fic 📓

T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.

T’Challa x Kiana (OC)

angst

Thunderstorm📓

The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.

T’Challa x Ororo

smut

Homecoming📓

When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.

T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)

smut

Instinct📓

The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.

T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)

smut

Crossroads Blues📓

A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.

T’Challa x Monica Lynne

angst, fluff, smut

Thank you for reading and reblogging 💕

Masterlist graphic by @griot-of-wakanda.

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[shelbgrey]

Sorting my favorite fictional characters into hogwarts houses because I'm board and I have writers block.

If I have the motivation I'll explain why later or you can commit your thoughts and I'll post them.

Grey's anatomy:

Derek shepherd - Ravenclaw

Meredith Grey - Gryffindor

April Kepner - Hufflepuff

Owen hunt - Gryffindor

Callie Torres - Ravenclaw

Miranda Bailey - Gryffindor

Alex Karev - Slytherin

Jackson avery - Ravenclaw

Arizona Robinson - Hufflepuff

Christina Yang - Askaban

Marvel:

Tony stark - Sylthrin

Steve Rogers - Gryffindor

Clint Barton - Gryffindor

Bruce Banner - Ravenclaw

Thor - Hufflepuff

Natasha Romanoff - Sylthrin

Marc Spector - Gryffindor

Steven Grant - Hufflepuff

Jake Lockly - Slytherin

Scott lang - Hufflepuff

Stephen Strange - Ravenclaw

Wanda Maximoff - Gryffindor

Sam Wilson - Gryffindor

Vision - Ravenclaw

T'challa - Ravenclaw

Bucky Barnes - Sylthrin

Loki - Sylthrin

X-men:

Scott Summers - Gryffindor

Hank McCoy - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Charles Xavier - Gryffindor

Logan Howlett - Slytherin

Jean Grey - Slytherin

Erik Lehnsherr - Slytherin

Storm - Gryffindor

Kurt Wagner - Hufflepuff

Rogue - Gryffindor or Slytherin

Bates motel:

Alex Romero - Gryffindor

Norma Bates - Hufflepuff

Norman Bates - Slytherin

Dylan Massett - Gryffindor

Emma Decody - Ravenclaw

Chick Hogan - Slytherin

Supernatural:

Dean winchester - Gryffindor

Sam Winchester - Ravenclaw

Castiel - Hufflepuff

Charlie Bradbury - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Bobby Singer - Ravenclaw

Jack Kline - Hufflepuff

Lucifer - Slytherin

Gabriel - Gryffindor

Jody Mills - Ravenclaw

Clair Novak - Slytherin

Ghostbusters:

Egon Spengler - Ravenclaw

Peter Venkman - Gryffindor

Ray Stantz - Hufflepuff

Winston Zeddemore - Gryffindor

Bones:

Seeley Booth - Gryffindor

Jack Hodgins - Ravenclaw

Temperance Brennan - Ravenclaw

Lance Sweets - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

James Aubrey - Hufflepuff

Zack Addy - Hufflepuff

Angela Montenegro - Gryffindor

Caroline Julian - Gryffindor

Camille Saroyan - Slytherin

Arastoo Vaziri - Ravenclaw

Vincent Nigel-Murray - Hufflepuff

Finn Abernathy - Gryffindor

Colin Fisher - Slytherin

Wendell Bray - Ravenclaw

Daisy wick she shall not be named here - askaban

Once upon a time in... Hollywood

Cliff Booth - Gryffindor

Rick Dalton - Hufflepuff

Sharon Tate - Hufflepuff

The Outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis - Hufflepuff

Ponyboy Curtis - Ravenclaw

Darry Curtis - Gryffindor

Dally Winston - Slytherin

Steve Randle - Hufflepuff

Johnny Cade - Hufflepuff

Two-bit Mathews - Gryffindor

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen - Ravenclaw

Esme cullen - Hufflepuff

Edward Cullen - Ravenclaw

Emmett Cullen - Gryffindor

Rosalie Hale - Slytherin

Alice Cullen - Hufflepuff

Jasper Hale - Gryffindor

Eleazar Denali - Ravenclaw

Carmen Denali - Gryffindor

Tayna Denali - Hufflepuff

Kate Denali - Gryffindor

Irina Denali - Sylthrin

Garrett - Sylthrin or Gryffindor

Benjamin - Hufflepuff

The Great Gastby:

Jay Gastby - Hufflepuff

Nick Carway - Gryffindor

Jordan Baker - Ravenclaw

Dasiy Buchanan - Hufflepuff

Tom Buchanan - Askaban

Once upon a time:

David Nolan - Gryffindor

Snow white - Hufflepuff

Robin Hood - Gryffindor

Killian Jones - Slytherin

Emma Swan - Gryffindor

Regina Mills - Slytherin

Henry Mills - Ravenclaw

Mr. Gold - Askaban

Belle French - Ravenclaw

Ruby - Gryffindor

August Booth - Ravenclaw

Archie Hopper - Hufflepuff

Elvis Presley's movie characters:

Vince Everett - Gryffindor

Chadwick Gates - Ravenclaw

Clint Reno - Hufflepuff

Steve Grayson - Ravenclaw

Ross Carpenter - Hufflepuff

[anime-kia]

Sleeping Beauty (Part 1)

(I'm no longer going to warn you guys about swearing cuz it's to be expected. Also, I'm not making anymore warnings about spoilers either) No Warnings for this chapter.

Relationship: Soulmates - King Erik x Reader

What no one knew was that Erik didn't only come to Wakanda to seek revenge, or to claim his spot on the throne, but a powerful force kept him searching. Searching throughout his time at MIT, on missions, and sometimes in Oakland on any regular day... It nagged him day and night, keeping him up at times. But as soon as he crossed the Wakandan border, the feeling started to ease off of his chest...

You were placed under a spell 3 years ago on your 18th Birthday, laid to rest in a small room similar to a garden with plants, flowers and herbs native to Wakanda. Each flower possessing healing powers in hopes to keep you alive in your dormant state.

You were not related to the royal family by blood, rather you were King T'Challa's love interest. He was going to propose to you as soon as you awoken from your slumber. Unfortunately, a stranger who entered the border had other plans that would change the both of your lives.

He was clearly a foreigner. American, W'Kabi decided, hearing the young man speak. He presented the nation with a gift. More like a cruel joke, some would say, but with reason. 

Erik was granted access into Wakanda, hands tied behind his back before meeting the king. He entered the throne room, in a cocky manner, where everyone was called to inspect this stranger. All eyes were on Erik, but he was too busy looking around the room, thinking about how he would be taking over, and making the palace his.

T'Challa commands Erik, in which W'kabi translates, "Speak."

Erik felt a rush before answering, "I'm stayin' in ya house. Serving justice to a man who stole your vibranium and murdered ya people... Justice your king couldn't deliver."

How insulting, the audacity of this man to walk in this room like he owned it, then to one up with the King of Wakanda!

Upset from his failed mission, T'Challa got off of his throne and approached Erik, Okoye and the Dora Milaje following behind. 

"I don't care that you brought Klaw. Only reason I don't kill you where you stand is because I know who you are. Now what do you want?"

"I want the throne."

His words erupted a mocking laughter from each corner of the room. Him? The king? Ha, as if.

Erik wasn't phased by the ridicule, he explained to them why he would be a better king, and the blindness of Wakanda. 

T'Challa was not happy with Erik's choice of words, and made sure that he knew that the people of Wakanda mean a lot to him. The rest of the world can handle themselves. 

"Son, we have entertained this charlatan for too long, reject his request." Queen Ramonda stepped in. 

"Oh, I ain't requestin' nothing. Ask who I am."

"You are Erik Stevens," Shuri voiced, everyone looking at her, "An American Black Operative, a mercenary nicknamed Killmonger, that is who you are."

Though proud of his name, Shuri missed out on one very important title, "That's not my name, princess. Ask me, King."

"No." T'Challa declined.

"Ask me." He jeered him on.

T'Challa turned around, heading back to his rightful seat on the throne. "Take him away." He demanded with a simple hand gesture.

But... There's always that one person who doesn't know how to keep quiet.

"Ungubani!" The Elder from the River Tribe called out.

"I am N'Jadaka, son of Prince N'Jobu! I found my daddy with panther claws in his chest! You ain't the son of a king, you're the son of a murderer!"

All members in the throne room were stunned, conversations coming from all around. N'Jadaka? Son of Prince N'Jobu? But how can this be? He's only an American!

Disgusted, Queen Ramonda stepped forward calling out, "Lies!" 

"I'm afraid not, Queen Mother." He raised a familiar piece of jewelry in his hand, and everyone gasped in disbelief. 

She demanded W'Kabi to show her the necklace up close.

"Hey, Auntie." He smirked and said without a hint of shame in his voice. "I'm exercising my blood right. I challenge for the mantle of king and Black Panther!"

Panic was wide spread across the room, but T'Challa remained calm accepting the challenge. 

A fatal mistake that he made...

Mere moments later, Erik sat upon his throne talking down to everyone as if they were children, despite the age differences. He educated them on how he was going to run Wakanda, and how he would conquer America and end all of the messed up shit going on there. 

After the meeting came to an end, Erik was given a tour of the palace by a dainty servant named Anathi. His crude personality and aggressive nature placed fear onto the poor girl who was no older than 17. She feared messing up, already knowing the wrath of her new King.

"This is the library," She did her best to speak confidently while opening the large mahogany door, "We have all kinds of books from around the world. The king has his private room to read as well, if you're into that kind of thing."

"Nah..." He wasn't even paying attention to her, his attention was fixed onto something else, "Show me that room."

The girl turned around to see what he was talking about. His index finger was aimed at a room, located right underneath the sunroof. It appeared to be a garden, but there laid a female body.

Before Anathi could even take the lead, Erik guided himself towards the room. It was almost as if it were pulling him in.

"Y-your highness, wait." She called to him, but of course, he didn't take orders from anyone.

He grabbed onto the golden handles, pulling the door, but it would not open.

"Why is it locked?"

"We cannot allow anyone in there, your highness. Not even you."

Erik glared at Anathi from the corner of his eyes, her knees almost buckled. "Why not?" He asked sharply.

"It might interfere with her healing."

Healing? Erik thought to himself. "Where's the key?"

"Um, there's no key... There's a spell placed on the door."

"And who can break it?"

"N-no one, only she can."

Erik rolled his eyes, "Why lie?"

She didn't respond and he chuckled at her silence.

"You thought I ain't notice." He smirked, "Yeah, I know you got some tricks up ya sleeve." He grabbed her collar, "Open the fuckin' door."

Scared shitless, she wobbled over to the door and ran her hands across it in a pattern. "T-there, it's open."

"Nah, you open it first. Just in case y'all trynna set me up."

"It's not a trap, your highness."

"What did I ask you to do?" He rose his voice. 

Anathi complied, grasping the two handles and pulled the door open. She stepped to the side, allowing Erik to access the room.

The first thing he noticed was your dormant body, and that feeling he was experiencing became steady.

"This is, (y/n), she was placed under a spell a few years ago. We thought she was poisoned, but T'Challa saved her. He gathered all of these lovely seeds, planting them specifically for her. He didn't want her to perish like a normal flower, she was special to him. He loves h-"

Erik's hand was around Anathi's throat, holding her in the air, "I ain't come to hear allat sappy shit. Now be a good servant and get the fuck out before you get just like her. But I'll make sure it ain't no flowers keeping you alive." He dropped her small frame onto the ground and she immediately scampered away from the area. 

Erik watched you from a distance, admiring your every feature. Today your hair was neatly braided into a bun, while your frame was covered in a satin red gown defining your goddess-like figure. The palace servants, like Anathi, made sure that you were taken care of in terms your hygiene. They did your hair every month, trimmed your nails and changed your outfit, as cleanliness was very important to the people of Wakanda.

He wondered what you were like, how you sounded, what your interests were.

Though he didn't know you, it felt like you've known each other since birth. This feeling driving him closer to you, wanting to know who you are...  It made him go crazy... This feeling caused by a mere woman?

This ain't that soulmate bond shit- Nah, it couldn't be. He tried to brush off the thought.

He left the room, carefully locking the door. 

Surely he would return soon.

"I ain't ask for that, just gimme her status report." He huffed, frustrated, sitting on his new throne.

"Sh-she's in perfect condition, your h-" Anathi stuttered, her eyes gazing onto the floor, head low. For the past month, Erik continued to pester her about your condition. She wondered what his fascination with you was, but she wouldn't dare to ask him that.

"Then why the fuck she still sleep?"

"It's a spell."

"Then break it."

"I cannot... I am not her true love."

Erik deadpanned, almost laughed too. "True love? Stop playing with me, this ain't no fairy tale princess bullshit. This is real life!" He got up from the throne, towering over the poor girl. "You better find a way to wake her up."

Anathi hesitated for a moment, she was afraid to wake you up out of her concerns for you meeting the new king. Your heart and loyalty laid with T'Challa, you would never betray him. Anathi feared that Erik would try to kill you, or make you a servant, to tend to his every need.

His gaze was burning into her flesh as if he knew she had the key to waking you out of your slumber, "A-alright," She gave in, "There is a way..." 

The silence from Erik indicated that she could continue to speak.

"I was serious when I said true love..."

Erik rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sure if you ever heard of soulmates, but there is a thing called Soulmate Bonds. It's a very powerful attraction between the two people. Ki- I mean, T'Challa has tried to wake up her, but it has not worked... We're not even positive he is the right one."

Erik scoffed, "Y'all are really on some shit."

Ignoring his statement, she continued, "This may sound silly, but a kiss would do the trick... We're trying to find a possible match, but we don't want a thousand different men kissing her."

And Erik sure as hell would not want that to happen either...

He made his way to the door.

"Where are you going, King?"

"Don't worry about it, you're dismissed for now... Aye and clean up, you're drowning in sweat."

Erik strode down the long corridors of the palace, following a familiar shortcut that he discovered within two weeks of walking exploring that vast space. He soon found himself at the door where your body rested. Anathi made it easily accessible for him so she would not have to follow him down every visit. He pulled the handles and entered the room.

This visit, your curls were styled in an up-do, and you were dressed in a bright green, pink and yellow dashiki dress that complimented your melinated skin.

Erik approached you, his hand running across your cheek. He felt chills through his body. Is this love? He pondered. Am I her soulmate? He stared at your lips, wondering if what Anathi said was true, or if she was trying to make him look like a fool. His thumb gently pulled your bottom lip down, revealing your pearly whites.

For all the times that Erik has come down to see you, he never tried to cross the boundaries. But each visit made it harder and harder for him to keep his hands off of you. If he was actually the one for you, he could brag about it for the rest of his life. T'Challa could not do it, this would prove Erik more worthy than him.

"A kiss, huh..." Erik said to himself, chuckling at the ludicrous situation. His hands cupped the bottom of your chin as he leaned in, centimetres away from your face. But the only thing that made contact with you was his forehead that pressed against yours. It was moments like these that made him feel human again, not like the killing machine he was designed to be. He was at ease in your presence, which sure confused the hell out of him, but at least he was happy. 

Maybe not today... 

And with that, Erik lifted himself up and made his way out of the room.

To be continued...

Okay so I decided to make this a two part one-shot, only because it's taking me forever to update this and it might be a really long chapter if its just one whole thing. 

P.S. This month is going to be very busy for me, so I'll try to update whenever possible.

(Start/Finish: May 25-June 2, 2018)

[paisholotus]

Zintlanu

Wakanda

Stella's Pov

3 weeks later

 

It's been extremely difficult. Little N'Jadaka has been grieving his father's death. Every night, he cried for his father. My heart was broken.

 

I'll never forget his face when I told him we were going to Wakanda.

 

Flashback 

 

Narrative 

 

It warmed her heart to see him light up with the biggest smile. When Stella introduced him to Queen Mother, his aunt, and his cousin T'challa, he was excited. Little N'Jadaka was overjoyed to finally see his Wakandan relatives.

 

T'chaka, however, was enraged after Stella disobeyed him and brought the boy anyway. Regardless of his threats, N'Jadaka had asked where his father was, but Stella told him that he was away on a mission and would be home soon. Stella told N'Jadaka to play with her grandchildren and his cousin while she talked to King T'Chaka privately. He smiled and ran off to play.

 

She gave a big smile to Queen Mother and asked how she and the little one were doing, rubbing Ramonda's stomach. She kissed Stella's cheek and asked what she was doing in Wakanda.

 

Stella quickly told Ramonda that she was here because N'Jobu left little N'Jadaka behind in her care while he was here on a mission. But Ramonda looked at her confusedly and said that she thought he was being punished for betraying Wakanda.

 

Stella told her it was a misunderstanding, and they caught the actual person who was trying to frame N'Jobu. That's when T'chaka sent N'Jobu on another mission, so N'Jobu wanted me to watch N'Jadaka while he was away. But he's on his way here.

 

Ramonda looked towards T'chaka in response and asked him why he hadn't told her. He looked at Stella and quickly smiled, telling her he was going to tell her it was a misunderstanding, but he didn't want to stress her and the baby more than she already was. Plus, N'Jobu coming and bringing his son was supposed to be a surprise.

 

Ramonda nodded understandingly and groaned, rubbing her stomach, saying the baby was kicking. She went over to hug Stella and kissed her cheek, saying it was good to see her again. Then she walked over to her husband and kissed him goodbye.

 

When he made sure Ramonda walked out, he turned, gave a harsh glare, and said, "MY STUDY NOW!" He growled. Stella glared at him and held her head high, walking out of the room.

 

She followed him into his study, and as soon as they made it into the room, she watched the Dora Milaje close the door and turned to look at T'chaka when, in instinct, she caught his wrist that tried to go across her face.

The Dora Milaje stepped forward in retaliation. But her eyes began to glow a white color. She raised her hands in the air, and the wind circled the room, picking up Dora Milaje and having them drop their weapons. She backed T'chaka against the wall; a gust of wind surrounded him, lifting him from the ground into the air.

 

She gave him a deadly glare and said, "YUH TEK HEED FOR WAH MI BOUT TUH TELL YOU! IF YOU DO ANYTHING AN MI MEAN ANYTHING TO HARM DIS BOI, IT'LL BE YUH LASS DAY BREATHING MI AIR THROUGH YUH LUNGS!" She said, dangerously low, walking towards him.

 

"I will remain responsible for Di Boi, but he will be part of my family! HIS FAMILY! Migon to get his madam out of prison. That dude only has one parent left! AN MI BE DAMN EFF YUH BE DI REASON OF DAT BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM!" She said she was bringing him down to eye level, staring into his eyes.

"Do I make myself clear?" T'chaka didn't say anything but glare at her. She grabbed him by his suit and pulled him into her face. "Yuh, Betta, act like it." She said it sternly. She backed away, letting go of him, stopped the air swarming around the room, and put Dora Milaje down.

 

They had a little glare. Stare off before T'challa busted into the room, asking his father if he could give N'Jadaka a tour around Wakanda. T'chaka looked at Stella, giving him a look. He hesitantly looked at T'challa and smiled, saying it was fine. As long as he went to the places, he was allowed to go.

 

The kids followed T'challa out of the room except for N'Jadaka, who ran and hugged Stella and thanked her for bringing him to Wakanda. Stella bent down, kissed the top of his head, and told him to go on with the rest of the kids.

 

She smiled, watching him run off; at least he'll be with family when she tells him about N'Jobu.

 

End of flashback

 

It's been like this since we've been in Wakanda for four days. I rubbed Erik's back soothingly as she silently cried in my lap. I told Erik his father was killed on a mission. I said he died saving a lot of people. I've never seen a child so heartbroken; it tore me apart to see him like this.

 

All this was caused by a hateful man. I don't care what anybody says; killing someone in cold blood and then trying to abandon a child is not king-worthy. And he should not be sitting on that chair.

 

I looked down at Erik and frowned. I lifted his head and made him look into my eyes. "Erik, sweetheart, yuh memba dat promise mi made?' He nodded, wiping his eyes.

 

"Mi pramise mi will get yuh mada outta jail, okay, luv? But til then, mi pramise tuh luv yuh, tuh care fi yuh, an tuh kip yuh safe, alright." He nodded and hugged me tightly, laying his head in the crook of his neck.

 

I held him tightly, humming and rocking us side by side. I heard a knock on the door and told them to come in. I walked into T'challa with my grandkids. They walked over and climbed on to the bed, watching me comfort Erik. T'challa crawled over to me and pulled off Erik, giving him a hug. My heart melted at T'challa's telling Erik it was going to be okay.

 

I got off the bed and smiled at the kids. "OK, how about we get a midnight snack?" They nodded and got off the bed, except for Erik, who grabbed my hand and raised his hands up, telling me he wanted to be picked up.

 

I chuckled and picked him up, kissing the side of his head, and walked with the children out of the room.

[clearlydiamondz]

Loyal to Royalty

Erik!Stevens X OC

Part Two 

- - - - - - - - - -

Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arrange marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

- - - - - - - - - -

“She has a faint pulse, we need to hurry up and get her to a crash cart. Stat!” Okoye yelled as they carried Imani through the halls. They placed her on the medical table, ripping off her shirt as Shuri grabbed the things she needed. 

“What happened?”

“The helicopter that they were on were attacked by smugglers. They found her in the mess.” Ayo said as Shuri and the medical team started to bag her.

“How the hell is she still alive!?” Shuri asked as T’Challa ran in with Nakia. Nakia was already in her medical gear. 

“Everyone that does not need to be here, out!” she yelled getting close to Imani. Everyone left the room, as T’Challa watched through the glass worried. He chewed on his thumb as they attempted to bring her pulse back to a strong rate. After 15 minutes, it was getting worse. 

“Challa, she’s trying to fight it but it’s not working.” Shuri told him as he thought about it. “Not even the-”

“Nope. We might have to use the herb.” she whispered to him. “Nakia suggested it, she’s not going to make it.” she begged him. He thought long and hard before nodding. 

“I’ll get it. They won’t suspect anything if I’m in there.” he stood up walking out of the lab. 

- - - - - - - - - -

A couple of days later, Imani was invited to the country of Wakanda. Over the last couple of days Erik and her has been communicating over the plans over the marriage. Nothing to much. 

Imani sat in the common area preparing for her trip.. Her step mother came in seeing what she was doing, seeing her packing a backpack for her things. “Hm, so now you’re on board with marrying Prince N’Jadaka?” she asked standing over her. She looked up at her fathers wife, before squinting her eyes. 

“Nope. Still not. But what choice do I have to protect my people.” she said zipping up the bag and standing up. 

“I just don’t understand what that family and your father see’s in you. You have them all fooled but I’ll be damned if you get us.” Oshana snapped. Imani faked pouted at her before saying, 

“Well considering that the Wakanda royal family has been in my life since I was like... 4 months old, I’ve created a very special bond with those lovely people.” she said matter of factly. “Besides, my father wouldn’t trust your precious daughter to run a bakery sale, Nevermind a a country.” she shrugged her shoulders before stepping aside to grab everything else she needed. 

“My daughter is more prepared to be a Queen than you will ever be. You’re disrespectful and a nuance to this entire family.” she snapped at her. Imani laughed, she couldn’t help but laugh. That is one thing that Oshana and Amara hated about Imani. Normal people would be upset with the pestering but she found it hilarious. Funny even. Whatever they did or say, she never really let them effect her. Of course there were times where she would snap when they over stepped, but any other times she would just laugh. 

“Okay..” she trailed off. She turned around and looked at her. “It’s kind of pitiful how quick you are willing to throw your one and only daughter out to a man that neither of you guys know. I can sort of understand why my father is doing it but what does it for you?” she asked them seriously. All she did was stare at her, because the both of them knew exactly why. 

It was about power. Money. More fame. 

“The fact that my daughter is grateful to be in such a blessed position is more than what you could ever do.” she whispered to her, Imani winced. 

“See that’s where I disagree.” Imani whispered back. “But, I’m going to let you decide on what I’m talking about.” she said throwing the bag over her shoulders. She didn’t move as she stared at Oshana in the face. 

“I just don’t understand what my father see’s in you.” she mocked her, Oshana’s face growing with rage as she heard Imani speak. “My mother was a lady with such high values and such a beautiful spirit. Your a disappointment to what the queen was. You’re whole existence in my father’s life is like venom to blood.” 

The anger that dripped from her voice was scary enough to make Oshana not say anything else. Before she stepped out of the common area, she turned back and looked at her. 

“My father may be dumb, but I’m not.”

- - - - - - - - - -

“Imani, welcome back to Wakanda.” Okoye said with a smile as the two of them hugged each other. 

“I will never get used to that grand entrance.” Imani told her looking around. “Such a beautiful home that you guys have.” she said as Okoye chuckled. 

“Well this will be also be your home. Shuri told me to escort you to the lab. I’m guessing for the new upgrades..” she trailed off, whispering the last part. Imani nodded following the Dora Milaje guards to the lab. 

“That. And to talk to Erik.” she said. Okoye sighed before looking at her while they walked. 

“I tried to convince the board that it-” Imani cut her off. 

“I’ve heard that so many times.” she chuckled. “I’ve done it on my side. T’Challa, Shuri, You, Erik. No use.” she sadly stated. Okoye grabbed her shoulder squeezing it. 

“Well at least you get to come here more often.” she said trying to lighten the mood. The attempt to make her feel better actually did make her feel a tad bit. Wakanda was such a beautiful place. She remembered as a child she would dream and wish that her country was just like Wakanda. Coming here as a child was her favorite place to go to. More than all the beaches, more than any amusement park, more than any country in the world. 

“Honestly, that is an upside.” she said to her laughing. They entered the lab seeing two mannequins with the suit. But neither one of them were hers. She noticed it belonged to the Black Panther and the Golden Jaguar. 

“Imani!” she turned around and saw Shuri running towards her. She ran into her arms as Imani laughed hugging her back. “I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed. Imani looked at her a bit confused. 

“You saw me a week ago. When I dropped the suit off?” she asked her as Shuri shrugged grabbing her tablet. 

“Okay? And the sky is blue.” she said. Imani giggled at the little come back. If there was anyone who could out match Imani in the ‘smart mouth’ department was Shuri. 

“Any ways, we need to wait till T’Challa and Erik gets-”  The two of them walked into the lab together talking about something. Erik stopped in his tracks seeing Imani sitting on one of the stools. The two of them looked at each other before she gave him a nod acknowledging he was there. She stole a quick glimpse of him, seeing what he had on. He wore a plain white shirt, with a pair of grey sweat shorts with a some white Airforce Ones. T’Challa was dressed in traditional casual Wakanda wear. 

It was nice to see that he bought his style from the states over here. One thing that she was obsessed with was some of the fashion that America had to offer. Some of it was though was.. questionable. 

“Hello.” she said waving at the two of them. Erik looked her up and down drinking her in. She wore a red flowy dress with a white jean jacket, with white sandals with wedges. Her dreads were in a high bun on the top of her head. “What is she doing here?” Erik asked sitting across from her making her roll her eyes. 

“You’re gonna see in a second.” T’Challa said hugging Imani. Imani turned around from the lab table, looking at Shuri who was about to present. 

“So as you all know I did some modifications to your suits. For some odd reason Jadaka, when you absorbed all of the kinetic energy, all of it wasn’t being released. Most of it being kept inside the suit. So I made some upgrades so it didn’t get overheated, in a cooling system.” she told him. He stood up touching the suit admiring the gold trimmings. 

“I also added to all three suits sound absorbing shoes. So when you are trying to be sneaky, no one hears you.” she said. Erik was the only one that noticed that she say the number three. 

“Three? You have another suit?” he asked her. Shuri looked at Imani before she nodded for her to continue. Shuri clicked the button for the suits storage is the silver and black suit came to view. It just wasn’t an upgrade, it was an entirely new suit. 

“Holy shit..” Imani whispered standing up touching it, looking at Shuri. “You did all this?” she asked. Shuri nodded smiling, she was so proud of herself. Erik looked at the two of them before shaking her head, 

“Wait no. No. She is not getting a suit.” Erik stood up. That made Imani turn around and squint her eyes at him. 

“Why not? I already had one.” she shrugged her shoulders in a matter of fact tone. 

“What do you mean you already have one?” Everyone looked at each other before she sighed, 

“I’m the Silver Leopard.” she confessed to him as he stared at her. After a few seconds he burst out laughing. 

“Okay.. that was a great joke. Now forreal. What’s with the suit?” he asked Shuri as she looked around the room at everyone. 

“I’m not joking.” she stated, him staring at her in complete shock. His mouth was slightly open as his eyes squinted in shock in confusion. 

“H-How?” he asked. 

“It’s not important.” she turned around admiring the suit, that statement making him scoff. 

“The fuck kinda- no it is important. If I’m marrying you it’s my job to make sure you’re safe.” he snapped at her. She pointed at Shuri before saying,

“I am safe. She keeps me safe. Just like she keeps the two of you safe.” she told him. Erik stared at her before looking at everyone. 

“Give us a minute.” Everyone respected his wishes as they gave the two time to talk. “So you didn’t think it would be important for you to tell me?’ he asked her. 

“I didn’t think it was important. I have other things that are more important that the Silver Leopard. Like being forced to marry you.” she snapped at him. His head fell back as his eyes closed as he let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“Oh my gosh! Can you stop thinking about the being force to marry shit!? You can run away if it’s that much of an issue for you!”

“And leave my country behind?”

“Okay then! So you don’t have to say every five fucking minutes that you’re being forced to fucking marry me. Do you think I wanna marry you? No, I’m being forced just as much as you are. I have to do it because I know in the long run it’ll help people. Just like you. So just accept it if there’s nothing you can do..” he was fed up with her, almost to the point of being annoyed. 

“If we are going to be doing this, this is the type of shit that you need to tell me. Got it?” he told her. She was speechless from his outburst. He snapped his fingers in front of her before snapping her out of the little trance he had her in. “Hello?” he bought her back to reality as she slowly nodded her head. 

“Yeah.”  He sat down on the stool that she was previously sitting on. “So, explain.” he told her. She stared at him before saying, 

“The night our helicopter crashed, they bought me to Wakanda because the hospital was closest. The only way for them to keep me alive was to have the Heart Shape Herb in my system.” she told him. He had so many questions about what she just said, he didn’t even know where to start. 

“So after they gave it, they couldn’t extract it?” he asked. She shook her head, playing with her fingers. 

“No, at the time I would start coding once they extracted it. So T’Challa made the decision to just let me have it so I could stay alive.” she said looking back at him. “No one knows about it though. T’Challa didn’t want the councilors here and my father finding out about it. I don’t want him to know that I’m the Silver Leopard, it’ll just make things worse.” she groaned rubbing her temples. 

“How?” he chuckled standing up. “Your father, your step mother and your step sister damn near worshiped us because of who we are. I’m sure-”

“Erik please. You do not know them like I know them. The only reason they worship you is because you two are men, who are high in a monarchy, who just so happened to be rich. It’s seen as powerful on you but for me, it’s seen as someone who won’t take the thrown seriously. I’m a female royal, we’re suppose to sit behind the men and look pretty.” she explained to him. 

“I don’t want anyone else to find out about this, understand?” she told him. He was silent before she spoke again. “Erik, do you understand?” she said a tad bit louder. 

“Yeah..” she gave him one last look before walking to the hall to get the rest. Erik just stared at her suit. Shock wasn’t even the word to explains how he felt. They came back in, Imani sitting across from him on the table, giving him a look. 

“Okay.. back on subject.” 

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After their little meeting, T’Challa grabbed Imani and Erik to talk. “You guys good?” he asked her. 

“Yes. What did you want to talk about?” she asked him, trying to change the subject. T’Challa looked at Erik before he nodded his head sighing him to continue on with what he had to say. 

“So, Okoye gave me intel about how there is vibranium being trafficked through the dark market being sold at an auction Friday night. I need all hands on this one. This place is going to be surrounded in heavy duty weaponry.” he told them. 

“That gives us only two days to prepare.” she whispered, her mind immediately racing on what she needed to do to prepare. “Can you send me all of the information for it so I can go over it.” she told him. 

“Just stay here for the next couple of days. It’ll give us time to debrief and come up with a plan, and no one would think anything of it considering that you two are going to be.. y’know.” he said, not trying to make it awkward. 

“I guess. I don’t have to worry about smuggling the suit across the boarders.” she shrugged her shoulders. “I just need to grab some clothes and some extra things I need to stay.” she said pulling out her phone to contact her barricade but Erik stopped her. 

“Don’t worry. We can just use one of the jets. They are programmed so that we don’t have to stop at the boarders.” Erik said. She looked at him a little shocked by the gesture before she looked at T’Challa. 

“We’ll be back, once we are we can discuss it.” she told him, he nodded. 

“Be safe you two.” he left back into the corroders then looked back at him. 

“I’m ready when you are.” 

They sat in the jet, looking at the sunset that sat upon the Wakanda horizon. It was silent, it was awkward. She didn’t know what to say, she just assumed that there was nothing to say to him. That was until he spoke up, 

“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier.” he told her. She looked up from her phone before nodding. 

“You’re good.” she said looking back at her phone. He stared at her again before saying, 

“Well we have another 20 minutes before we get to yours so why don’t we attempt to get to know each other.” he suggested turning to look at her. “Its only percussions, just in case someone asks us about us.” he defended himself. She thought about it before saying, 

“Sure why not.” she shrugged before locking her phone and throwing it on the dash board. He looked a tad bit shocked that she agreed but he didn’t let his fascial expressions show it. “Ask way N’Jadaka.” 

The way she said his name, had him feelings some kind of way. He felt that in his soul, only wanting to hear her say it again.. and again... and again. 

“Okay... favorite color?” she gave a ‘are you serious’ look, but he shrugged. “It’s good to know...” he trailed off. 

“It’s purple.” she told him. “That is what color I wanted inspired by my suit but we all know who took that.” she said rolling her eyes as he chuckled. “But he makes it look alright so I guess.” 

“Yeah... he does look okay in purple.” he said before shaking her head. “Mine is gold.” 

“Gold isn’t a color...”

“Yes it is.” 

“No it’s not. It’s a metal.” she said. “That’s like saying, ooh my favorite color is bananas just because it’s yellow. The accurate color of gold is yellow with a metallic touch.” she argued as he rolled his eyes. 

“Okay... so the color gold is a yellow with a metallic touch. Just like the color baby blue is mixed with white.” he said in general as she looked at him. 

“Okay... so what two colors make gold then?” she asked him. 

“Brown and Yellow.” he looked at her as her eyes was squinted. “Don’t believe me? Search it up.” he laughed before she rolled her eyes playfully, slouching in her seat. “Hmm. exactly.” he said knowing that she proved him wrong. 

“Anyways.. your turn.” he said laughing. She thought of a question before saying, 

“What is something that your afraid of?” He scoffed at the question, thinking that there was nothing he was scared of. 

“Nothing.” she looked at him before rolling her eyes. 

“Okay tough guy, everyone is scared of something.” she said as he chuckled. 

“Not me.” she smirked before saying, 

“So your not scared of getting an uncurbable disease. Or a loved one dying. Or being snapped out of existence?” she asked. 

“Okay but that’s not the same.” 

“It literally is the same. Everyone is scared of something, that doesn't mean nothing.” she mentioned. The two of them continued to argue about it as the jet entered the castles air wing. 

She stood up as the plane landed before stretching. “Okay, I’m going to run in and grab everything that I need. I’ll be right out. I should be back in less than 10 minutes.” she told him typing in the entry pad code to open the side door. 

“Why don’t I just come inside?” he asked her standing up. She turned around looking at him. 

“That’s not a good idea. So just stay here.” she said stepping down the ramp. He stared at from behind before rolling his eyes. 

She walked into the galley way, attempting to make her presence unknown but they were having dinner in the dining hall. Her father caught her figure trying to sneak pass the humongous arch way. 

“Imani, how was Wakanda? I hope you acted accordingly!” he yelled behind her. She stopped closing her eyes before turning around. She stood in the arch way to see the three of them having dinner. 

“No. I ran through the streets of Wakanda naked while singing America’s national anthem.” she said sarcastically. Her step-mother scoffed at her words before looking at her father, 

“And you expect her to rule this country. Such pity.” she said. With a quick thought and faster way with her tongue she spat out, 

“And tell me, what have you done to benefit this country?” she asked crossing her arms over her shoulder. Before she could answer she was cut off by Imani, “I’ve done more for this country as Princess than you have and ever will as queen.” she said, like venom dripping from her words. 

“Don’t talk to my mother like that.” Amarah said standing up. All Imani could do was role her eyes. 

“Well I would not have to talk to her like this if she knows when and when not to keep her lips touching.” she snapped back. 

“That’s enough!” Her father snapped. “Imani, don’t speak to her that way.” he looked at her, as her step-mother smirked at her. But the smirk was quickly wiped away when he looked at her and said, “Don’t antagonize her. I would think you would know by now that she will say anything that she pleases. Don’t forget she’s my daughter.” he warned her. She cleared her throat looking down at her plate. 

“Sit down. Eat. Tell me about your time in Wakanda.” 

“Actually I can’t. T’Challa has invited me to stay at the palace so that Erik and I can get to know each other better.” she lied. Amarah’s face lit up at the name of Erik. 

“Oh that’s good! See, I told you this wouldn’t be bad.” Her father said. She couldn’t help but mentally gag at those words. 

“Hm it does sound delightful. Amarah, go upstairs and pack a bag. You should tag along to expand your resources.” her mother instructed her. She stood up happily from her seat but Imani stopped. 

“No! She cannot come!” she said as the three of them stared. 

“And why is that?” Amarah asked with a raised of her eyebrow. “It seems like you feel threatened by my presence.” she smirked. 

“Actually no.” Erik came from behind the wall as her smirked turned to complete shock. 

“Prince N’Jadaka. Oh my goodness, you’re here.” she said caught by surprised. Oshana stood up and so did her father. 

“Did she have you wait outside? That is unacceptable. What must go through your mind to have him wait on your time and-”

“Actually no, once again. I was making a call.” he lied. Imani looked back at him squinting her eyes at him before he spoke up again. “Her being threatened by your presence have nothing to do with it.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-”

“She cannot come King Z’Kiri but maybe another time. The palace will be empty with just me and her with T’Challa going out for some business, and my Aunt won’t be in the palace until next week.” he cuts her off by crossing his arms over his chest. “We decided that we just wanted to use this time to get to know each other better and discuss plans for what we have for the countries.” he finished. 

“Is this correct?” her father looked at her. She nodded her head in agreement. 

“Yes. She would just be alone.” she responded. The look on Amarah’s face was seething with pure anger and jealousy. It was kind of soothing and funny that Erik stood up for her. 

“Well, there will be another time when we all meet in Wakanda. And plus it is important that they create some bond and focus on what the two countries needs.” he said. Relief went through out her entire body as she looked at her with a smirk. 

“Well I need to go grab my things that I need for the the next few nights.” she turned around walking up the stairs leaving Erik behind. 

“That’s funny that’s she finally on board with this arranged marriage. All the crap that she was talking about the arrangements. About you.” her step mother replied picking up some of her salad with her fork. 

“Oshana.” Her father warned her but all Erik did was shrug. 

“To be fair, I don’t blame her. I’m not at all jumping with joy with being forced to marry someone that I don’t know, have no feelings for and have no type of love. And I’m sure she feels that way.. twenty times more.” he said leaning against on of the pillars that was in the dining hall. 

“Well in this life we have the make sacrifices' in the life time to protect the ones we love, And one thing for certain she loves the people of this country very much.” her father said as he chuckled. 

“Oh trust me. One of the many features that I do like about her.” he said. It was nothing but the truth. The way that she spoke about her country and it’s people, there was nothing that she wouldn’t do to protect them. 

“That’s funny that you say that. Amarah here is going out tomorrow to the streets to volunteer for the children center.” she said with a smug smile. 

“Yeah. Imani was suppose to come to help out but I guess it wasn’t that important to her.” Amarah said shaking her head in fake disappointment. Erik wasn’t stupid. He knew what they were doing. So he decided to step in. 

“Is that so? So how many times have you done it?”

“Oh, this will be first time. I thought it was important that the kids understand that there are people in royalty who understands them.” she said as Erik nodded. 

“And how long  have you been here?” he asked.

“Oh I’ve been here for about-”

“That doesn’t matter.” her Oshana said cutting her off before she could answer. 

“I mean, if you’re going to say that Imani doesn't find these kids important because she decided to skip one meeting in which she has gone ever since she was 18, that’s kind of a stretch don’t you think. Especially because you’ve been here for years.”  he said in a matter of fact tone. The dinner table went quiet, Oshana trying to find out a way to defend her daughter. Imani came down at the right time before anything else could be said. 

“Okay well we will be heading out now.” she said with her duffle bag over her shoulder. “By the way Amarah if your still down to come with me, Saturday is when I rescheduled to go with the kids. Just during the evening instead of in the morning.” she told him. Erik chuckled before shaking his head. 

“Oh.. I uh actually was going to go out with some of my friends.” she said awkwardly. 

“Oh... that’s more important than the kids?” Erik asked. Imani looked up at him in shock and confusion as her step mother gasped in disbelief. 

“Erik.” Imani said hitting his chest in shock. The last thing that she wanted was to have any argument or have them feel some type of way just for them to sit up and here argue. 

“Whatever let’s just head out.” he said standing up straight and walking out the hall. She saw the look on her step mother and step sister face, knowing that when she cam back there was going to be some shit.

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Under The Influence | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 5: ~No Teasing Tonight~

For Chapter 4: ~The Problematic Party~ click here.

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Warning: Daddy Kink, Detailed Smut, Blow Job, Basically Riding The Shit Out Of M'Baku's Cock.

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"You know what? Let's make it up to each other." She bit her lip just to mess with him, knowing from their past flings he liked that.

"And how do you want to do that?" He lowered his voice in a hot way and pulled her closer.

"You know how."

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Giggles and laughter filled the massive hallways of the palace as the two made their way back to her room on the top floor, joking around with each other the whole way.

For M'Baku it wasn't the first time he had been in her room and surely knew he was once again, even this time, ending up in her bed sheets. He just always had that kind of behaviour and attitude that made him so attractive to her and that made her desperate for having one night stands with him over and over again. They both knew it was just lust though and nothing more than two friends getting horny over each other and wanting to relieve some stress, but they did love each other in some way. Not in a settling down type of love, but an appreciative and respectful type of love where they wish no other than to comfort each other and help each other.

The moment Ven stepped foot inside her own room, she felt M'Baku's hand sneak around her waist and twisted her around until she faced him, lips inches away from each other.

"I do have to make sure you're okay with this." He spoke softly, almost like a whisper and she shivered by his warm breath making contact with her skin.

"M'Baku, this is our thousandth time ending up in each other's bed-.... of course I'm okay with this." She reassured him and nodded with a smile to strengthen the consent she was giving him.

M'Baku kicked the door closed with his boot once he had his permission, firmly grabbing her hips as their lips finally made contact. He tasted so familiar and addictive and the groans that left his throat aroused her as much as the firm press of his desirous lips, her own soft whimpers and moans mixing in the kiss.

He had missed it, tasting her like this, making her moan like this, and he wasn't afraid to show or let her hear it either.

The tone in his voice was a perfect mix of ecstatic lust and desire while he growled against her lips and Ven let her body get pressed closer to his by his arms, sliding one of her palms up to caress the side of the man's sharp jaw.

"I missed this." One of his hands sneaked down her back and to her ass to mould it in his big hand and she gasped softly, the desire in her core growing even more when his hand was so close to the place she wanted to be touched the most.

"Me too." She spoke with the breath she didn't know she was holding and kissed him deeper, her hand that was still on his jaw feeling it work as he opened her mouth with his tongue. Ven purred a little and met his tongue with some force of her own, wrapping her arms around his neck as they passed on some saliva. M'Baku had none of the calm foreplay today though since he was in a bit of a hurry and forced her back against the wall, grabbing her fragile wrists to pin them above her head while he kissed down her neck.

She didn't struggle though.

She loved submitting to him like this, him having full control over her.

He made her feel safe enough to do so.

"Let me tell you something, love. Daddy's not into the playing or teasing tonight, understood?" M'Baku growled in a huskier voice than normal and the woman's knees started to grow weak with need, very fucking grateful that he was still holding onto her, otherwise she would have damn near fallen over instantly. "You're going to take all of me in one go and I don't want to hear anything that sounds close to whining coming from your mouth."

"Yes daddy." Ven nodded and he let go off her wrists, undoing his belt as he sat down on the edge of her massive bed.

"Come here and get on your knees." He commanded and she watched him take off his belt and then his pants. Just thinking about his huge cock pounding into her tight wet pussy made her mouth saliva and her eyes dropped to his lap with a slight smirk.

There it was, there was the beautiful cock she had been craving for.... that dick that had made her pussy cream so much all those other times.

No man did it like him.

Not a single man.

With full enthusiasm Ven let herself fall to her knees in front of him and smiled when he had quickly shoved a pillow under her before she did so.

"Don't want some sore knees interrupting my pleasure." He smirked down at her and leaned back on his arms a bit, giving her a bit more space while she positioned herself between his muscular thighs.

"Thank you for caring about my welfare too." She commented sarcastically, looking back down at his lap to admire his cock before she gave M'Baku an innocent smile while fluttering her lashes at him slowly.

"Go on, you know what to do with that." He encouraged and she wrapped her hand around the base of his big cock.

Damn, he was already as stiff as concrete when she touched him and she ran her thumb over his plump tip.

Just the sight of his big dick already made her pussy automatically expand to take all of him, the throbbing deep inside of her wanting to be silenced by his dick that could hit her spot so perfectly.

"What did I tell you, love~....?" He interrupted her nasty thoughts and she shook her head to clear her mind.

"No playing or teasing...." She repeated what M'Baku had said before while lowering her head, stopping with stroking him.

"Then why the fuck are those pretty full lips not wrapped around daddy's dick yet?" He growled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to get closer to his dick that was already leaking some pre cum and she opened her mouth obediently, letting her spit drip over his tip. M'Baku inhaled deeply and stroked her hair, relaxing when he felt the warmth of her hot breath on his cock and then her wet lips wrapped around his dick. "There we go, suck daddy nice and sloppy."

She sloppily began bobbing her head while he shoved his cock further into her throat with the help of his strong hand on the back of her head. She choked a little, but tried to keep her throat relaxed nonetheless. He had her under full control so she didn't have much choice but to take him like this anyway. After a bit of sloppily deep throating him, he let go off her head, holding onto her hair now and pulling her back up a little to sign to her she was allowed to go back up and she sucked just the tip of his dick while using her wet hand to stroke the rest of him.

Ven knew that was his weakness and the more she sucked the more pre cum coated her sinful tongue.

"Undress and get up here." He growled and she popped her lips off of him satisfyingly, licking the pre cum that kept leaking from his tip before she raised to her feet again.

Lifting up her short dress, Ven quickly pulled it off and threw it to the side, showing him she had nothing underneath it while she straddled his lap. Her pussy already soaked and ready for him to take her. M'Baku licked his lips while he felt her juices drip down his cock and let his hands massage and rub the soft skin of her beautiful ass before going back up to caress the rest of her curves. He always loved to first admire her beautiful hour glass figure and her unique skin before he would fuck the shy and calm personality out of her and turn her into the fucking animal she actually was.

Whatever this woman wanted, M'Baku would honestly give it to her as long as could have her, taste her, fuck her.

Fuck, he couldn't control himself anymore.

With his hands on her hips he pushed his tip against her soaked pussy lips and snapped his hips forwards, pushing in in one go.

"Ah~! Oh my god, Baku!" She screamed it out immediately as she felt him stretch her to the max and he pushed her further down until he filled her to the brim. "You're way too deep, daddy." She cried out from the delicious pain of his cock squeezing inside of her and her angelic voice cracked. She had thought she was ready for him this time, but he always kept surprising her with his thickness and length over and over again and she was once again struggling.

"No whining!" He groaned and Ven let her forehead rest against his shoulder, her pussy clenching around him, still trying to adjust to him while he slowly thrusted into her.

She felt so fucking full.

Not being able to resist the pleasure and throbbing for long, her body began to move out of its own to try and silence the arousal herself. Her hips began to roll against his, wrapping her arms around his neck while she rode him at a fast pace and he inhaled her scent. She smelled like white lilies and her white porcelain like skin glistened in the moonlight that shone through her open windows.

That sight made him grab onto her tighter and thrusted back into her harder.

"Fuck, that pussy is so tight for me." He smacked her ass hard, pumping her up and down even more.

"All for you to ruin." She panted, the sound of skin hitting skin soon echoing through her bedroom as well as both their moans combined and Ven's golden eyes were glued to M'Baku's as she bounced on his perfect curved dick.

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After a long and rough night, Erik chose to go to his bedroom early. He saw this evening as a chance to talk and bond with his advisor a little bit more, but some M'Baku had already stolen her from him that evening and he hadn't seen them ever since, leaving him to deal with everything alone.

He was just exhausted and frustrated and calmly walked, kind of relieved he could escape from the crowd, down the hallway of his bedroom, suddenly hearing screams of pleasure coming from a woman.

But not just a woman.... the woman he urged for so horribly bad and that motherfucker had stolen her from him.

He took a step towards her bedroom door, listening to her beautiful light voice that cracked every time the man thrusted back up into her he assumed, and anger flared within him.

That was supposed to be him.

It was supposed to be his cock pounding into her soft walls.... his cock that would make her feel so good, that would make her scream this loud and would make her cum countless of times.

He had no idea why he was so jealous and why he just couldn't keep himself calm around the woman.... he had never felt this connected to someone that he wanted to get to know them, but he wanted her, and nobody was going to get in his way.

In anger, Erik slammed his own bedroom door shut, but neither Ven, nor M'Baku had heard it while waves of pleasure continued to shock through their bodies as they both came together.

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There Will Be No Tears (Chapter 1)

⚠️Warning: I won’t be continuing this series, just placing it here for posterity.🙏🏾 Thanks for understanding. 

Prompt: “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.” Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: So Much ANGST The boy squirmed slightly as you deftly lifted his sleeping form from his crib and nestled him in your arms. You smiled softly as you stared at the carbon copy of your husband swaddled in your arms. You couldn’t deny it, he was handsome. You placed a soft kiss to his cheek, and whispered sweet words of praise in his ears. You noticed a tear sliding down your cheek and quickly lifted your hand to wipe it away, swallowing deeply and repeating the mantra you had created to comfort you during trying times – there will be no tears. You turned and lifted the large baby bag you had packed earlier in the evening, hoisting it over your shoulder. It was full with supplies that would last a few days as you journeyed outside of your husband’s kingdom to a quiet and unsuspecting location, until you had found a place and settled down. You had decided that you and your son would live away from the palace, and have nothing to do with royalty. You’d live a quiet life, the way you used to before you met him. Maybe settle in the River Tribe, somewhere discreet, where you could find peace.  You didn’t want any trouble. You took one last look around your 1 and a half year old son’s room, noticing the large rocking chair T’challa had bought for you the moment you he had discovered you were pregnant. You smiled at the memory – a small smile. The mantra played on repeat in your head. there will be no tears. You hurried out of the room closing the door quietly and began your walk to the west wing of the palace, where you would make your exit. Your eyes took in the architecture of the palace that had been your home for close to 3 years, you would miss it. It was where you had met T’challa. You had loved him, married him, and conceived your beloved son together in the walls of this building. How could you not miss it? Unfortunately, it was also the place that witnessed the breakdown of your marriage, the walls had heard every argument, saw every push, heard every insult, but worst of all it had heard your cries. The cries that had emitted from your lips as you realized that your beloved husband, the king had a lover. A lover who wasn’t you. You remembered the day you found out like it was yesterday, and you probably would for the rest of your life. __ You had woken up in the middle of the night and he wasn’t there. It wasn’t surprising for you to wake up with him gone in the middle of the night, He was king after all. He had a duty to his country and it was a job that did not give him the privilege of getting his 8-10 hours of sleep. Often times he would work through the night. You would always feel him slip back into bed as the sun rose, to kiss your cheeks and pull you close to him once again, returning just in time to spend a few minutes with you as you woke up. If you woke in the middle of the night and missed his presence he could be found in his office, huddled over a stack of papers, with a steaming cup of herbal tea to his side and his glasses on the tip of his nose. Sometimes you would watch him through a crack in the door and go back to bed, your heart content that he was fine. Other times you would give a little knock on the door and let your presence be known.   He’d always welcome you in with a smile and pull you into his lap, leaving you with a kiss on your forehead. If you were really adamant, you’d manage to convince him to come back to bed, and he’d oblige. Every now and then you got comfortable in his lap and let him work as you slept for the duration of the night. This time was different. You had left your bed with a peace offering of herbal tea in hopes of resolving the quarrel that had you both going to bed with your backs facing each other. Instead of seeing T’challa huddled over a stack of papers  you were met with a sight that would change the course of your relationship and Wakanda forever. You saw your husband, with his back facing you as a woman had her hands planted on his desk and her figure arching into his body. “You are my peace.” He said into the woman’s hair, as his arms rested loosely around her waist and his nose was buried in her hair. It was those words that broke you the most. He littered her neck with kisses as she reached back and ran her fingers through his coarse hair. Your husband’s hair. The whole scene made you sick to your stomach and you couldn’t help yourself as the saucer and teacup that held his favourite herbal tea slid out of your hands and crashed onto the polished marble floors of the palace. You were stunned for a second before you turned your back and walked hastily back to your quarters. “Y/N!” he called frantically. He murmured a few words to the woman in his office, took a few hurried strides across the room and closed the mahogany door of his office quietly. He then started his sprint towards you and grabbed your wrist pulling your body to him.   “Y/N…” he said as his voice trailed off. He ran his fingers through the coils that sat atop his head – something he did when he was frustrated. “I’ve been going through a lot, it’s been hard on me you know?” He expected you to say something, but words couldn’t escape your lips. there will be no tears.  You had thought that the increasing number of fights you had been having could be resolved by couples therapy, or communication, anything. You were wrong. This moment made you realize that nothing would solve this broken marriage, it was bigger than you. What you did know is that you wouldn’t have your son growing up in a loveless family, with puppets as parents. Finally, your found your voice. It was wobbly, and you didn’t know how he would take it but you tried anyways. “T’Challa?”  A beat. “ I think we should… I don’t think we should… I can’t –“ you couldn’t finish your thoughts as he interrupted you. “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.” He whispered as the grip on your wrist tightened. His head hung low, and he couldn’t look at you and instead chose to focus his sight on the floor. You took note of the pressure on your wrist, nodded and composed yourself. You pulled your wrist from his grip, smoothing the front of your night dress, and made you way back to your chambers. This time, he didn’t return.  But you knew. You couldn’t stay. Your upbringing and dignity wouldn’t allow you to. You wouldn’t be a puppet queen. You couldn’t. It wasn’t in your nature. __ Weeks had passed since that night and you still operated on auto-pilot. You bathed, burped and played with your son as if nothing was wrong. You went to all your scheduled meetings as the queen, you picked out the linens for the dinners that were to be held in that quarter, you had lunches with T’Challa’s mother, you painted your nails, and braided your hair like you usually would. You spoke to your husband as if nothing was wrong. Replying when he asked you questions that he already knew the answer to just to get you to speak to him. “Y/N? Are we attending the Festival of Harvest this year?” he asked while looking at you expectantly looking for anything – something to indicate your anger. You busied yourself with the laundry you were folding and replied in an even tone “Of course, we attend every year don’t we? Why would this year be any different?” This year would be different. By the time the Festival of Harvest rolled around you and Kweku would have left the palace, never to attend another festival again. Prior to the discovery of his infidelity your interactions had been very different. You were bickering back and forth about almost everything. He would spend a few hours a day playing with his son but ignoring his wife. Often times he’d find you and plop Kweku on your lap and say “He needs his diaper changed, you can return him to me when you’re done.” When you questioned why he couldn’t change his diaper, he’d say “It’s the least you could do Y/N, you’re his mother.” In a condescending tone that you’d never thought would leave the mouth of your husband, your Challa.  He would wait for you outside his nursery, and swoop him out of your arms when you exited the room without a word of thanks, and hurry along his way. When you expressed your tiredness while dealing with Kweku, juggling your palace duties, and trying to be a good wife at the same time, he’d simply ask “Y/N, could it be that you’re just not trying hard enough? You must learn to manage it.” T’Challa was never physical with you. Just dismissive, and condescending, and cold. This wasn’t the man you married. Whenever you expressed your concerns about his behavior he’d roll his eyes at you and try to placate you like a child. “If you’d just do what I suggest, you wouldn’t be getting yourself upset over nothing Y/N. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones still swirling about in your system but I’m sure Shuri can help you out if you need it.” With these comments you’d just get more and more heated, which would result in many slammed doors, and a lot of raised voices. You could put up with the arguments, you could fix that, but giving himself to another woman? You couldn’t forgive. You knew you had to be objective with your exit. Though T’Challa had always been sweet to you until recently, he had the capacity to be cruel, he was the Black Panther after all. You wouldn’t put it past him to keep you in the palace as a captive if you made any attempts to leave him, especially with his son. During sex he’d let you know it was he who was dominating your body with skill that made you cry out wantonly every time. “You’re mine Y/N, say it!” he’d growl into your ear, and you would say it, because it was true. __ Your sons whining took you from your thoughts, and you remembered you had to be swift. There was only a small window that would allow you to leave undetected. You had been planning this for weeks. Waiting for the perfect moment. T’challa was gone on an annual hunting trip where many of the  Dora Milaje would accompany him as he wouldn’t be in communication with the palace for 3 days. A lot could happen in 3 days. Today was day one, and you had planned to leave today as it would give you the most amount of time to get as far away from the palace as possible and leave undetected. The palace was still guarded, but loosely, and you knew all the blind spots. Perks of hanging out with Shuri in your down time. You snuck out the side door in the west wing, which led to an unsuspecting dirt road, spotting the cab you had arranged for idling in the shadows. Having already placed your small luggage in the cab before going back to retrieve your son it only took you a moment to settle yourself and a sleeping Kweku in the car.  “What’s your destination?” the cab driver asked you curiously looking at your cloaked figure in the rear-view mirror. You took a deep breath and steadied your voice “Take us North, I’ll tell you where to stop.” The driver nodded his head and began the journey turning on a shitty American station that played pop music and country.   You’d never forget this day. To you, it was monumental because you had managed to pull it off but it was also the day when you turned your back on your duty, your kingdom, your husband and your crown. When that realization struck you, the tears slid down your face disobediently. No matter what, you vowed to never look back

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I KNOW that after seeing Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, y'all are gonna want more M'Baku (and Killmonger)...

So here's a handy guide to my stories. Plus, a look at what's to come for those of you who are new and don't know what to look forward to yet.

Series in pink, oneshots in blue. Everything is 18+ ONLY!

First off, my M'Baku fanfics:

M'Baku's Love

Ménage à Trois

Ménage à Trois Part Deux (coming soon)

Her Throne

Girl of His Dreams

Ready

Tea and Tattoos

Used

Blossoming Ashes (coming soon)

Next up, Erik "Killmonger" Stevens:

All For Us

Black Lace

Baby Body

Don't Forget About Us

The Wedding Guest

Teamwork

The Temple

Also, I have one Shuri fic that I wrote as a way to process my grief.

Stay tuned for more M'Baku! There may or may not be more Killmonger, but I have a Ramonda fic and an Okoye x Nakia fic coming soon!

T'Challa stories here if you're interested💜.

[wakandan-smuts-forever]

🖤*Fic Idea* 🖤

Imagine if little Erik somehow met a young T’Challa through a space/time warp hole, and they were thrown into different points in their universe.

They land in the middle of battles, cities, courtrooms, and the like, to barely survive each jump, depending on each other to stay alive.

Erik is ten and can’t fight in combat, but T’Challa is twelve, with a good amount of training. While T'Challa can technically bring down a grown man, Erik is the only one who can go ahead with killing people in a fight.

They don't like each other at first, but after saving each other a few times, and a lot of confessing, they become very close.

[I also thought of including bb Natasha in this, but not sure how to fit it in with the potential plot.]