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Summertime Magic XIII

A/N: WHAAAAT?!?!?! Another chapter of your FAV fanfic with Mr. N'Jadaka Udaku.

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Warning: Nothing really but there is a discussion about ... uhn uhn no spoilers sorry

Word Count: 4182

Song Recommendation: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize.  He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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N’Jadaka looked up at Leslie and said “I can explain everything, Leslie. Wait, does she-“.

“Nope. She doesn't know anything. Y’know I was a little skeptical when we first met then I started to see you more and when Y/N told me about your trips to Wakanda, I just thought ‘hmmm, just another person from Wakanda. But then low and behold the freaking king and lord of Wakanda are in your house. You don’t know how to hide it, don’t you?”, Leslie asked before she took a sip of red wine. The prince looked down at his hands and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry but you have to keep this between us. She can't know right now”

“Why? So, my best friend doesn’t know she is gonna be one of your wives?”

“One of my wives? Leslie, where the hell did you hear that from?” Leslie poured another glass and said, “my grandma told me when she was back home, the kings and princes had multiple wives. Look, I ain’t tryna talk shit about our own culture but Y/N is too good to be one of your wives. I ain’t with that shit and neither would she.” N’Jadaka laughed and said “with all due respect, she must have not been there for decades because we stopped that shit when my unc became king. Queen Mother wasn't with that shit at all either so I get you. I care about Baby Girl too damn"

Leslie leaned forward on her hand as she asked "then why can't she know? I mean you love her and what not so why keep her in the dark?" N'Jadaka took a deep breath and started to explain why. "Well, I feel like if she finds out she may leave me, use me, or just whatever the fuck she wants. I had to basically stop my friends from mentioning people around me. I have to keep a very low profile at all times or someone will run and ask for my autograph like I'm Beyonce or something."

"With all due respect my prince, you will never be Beyonce. And do you really think sissy is like that", she asked in a monotone voice, left brow rose and arms extra folded. N'Jadaka sat up and looked her in the face before saying “no. To be honest, I just wanna protect my baby. She really does mean a lot to me but I just know a lot of folks will come after her. I promise I will tell her.”

"When", said Leslie when she rolled her eyes, not believing him. N'Jadaka kept her eyes on her as he dug in his pocket and slid a velvet box towards her. “N’Jadaka…is that what I think it is?” Leslie looked to him before grabbing the box and once she opened it, all she can say was:

"Wow." 

"Yeah, been holding on since we made it official."

"N'Jadaka, this is beautiful. But wait, why buy a ring but not tell her about you being royality?"

"It may seem foolish but it was M'Baku's idea. He said it would be more suspenseful, dramatic but mostly I did it because I want to take her on a trip to Wakanda in a few months and tell her." Leslie couldn’t stop looking at the ring; a 2 1/4 ct tw Emerald-cut 14K White Gold but the band looked like it was a polished vibranium finish. Leslie felt teary eyed just looking at it, just imagining how her best friend would react and how beautiful of a bride she would be. “Wow, this is really nice and beautiful and sweet. I’m sorry that I’m so dramatic. I am just so happy for y’all.” He walked over to her and hugged her tight as he chuckled. “Well, I’m happy you love it. I can’t wait to see my baby’s reaction.” 

They heard footsteps and had to be inconspicuous; N’Jadaka let go of Leslie and started caressing the fridge while Leslie wiped her face clean of tears and sipped her wine clean, they saw the ring and its box; he grabbed and hid it in his pocket. Y/N waltzed in with her nephew on her like a koala. “Hey, Monte. They in here and for some reason, babe is making love to y’all new fridge.”

“If he gets my fridge pregnant, he will pay child support”, Monte said as he walked behind her. Soon, everyone made their way to the backyard where it was a whole barbeque feast along with pot roast, baked mac and cheese and multiple side dishes. “So, JD. How is the OutReach center going, man? Sis been tellin’ me about some of programs already?”

“Oh yeah. You know we have the whole nine yards but I think the kids are going to be more into the science and art programs though. We also got the sports coming in too so the kids are gonna love it.” Monte nodded and asked “So JD, when are you and sis gonna make me an uncle?” Y/N coughed on her white wine and fanned herself to breathe again; Izaiah patted her back to make sure she was okay. Leslie told Monte “baby, don’t tryna sound like pops please. They will have kids one day.”

“Leslie baby, I know. I’m just talking trash, that's all.” Leslie cut into her pot roast as she glared at him and said “well, ya better stop or your butt is gonna be talking to that couch.” Monte looked at her and glared at her back but went back to his food then asked “so, baby sis, when y’all getting married”; this made Leslie choke like Y/N and she quickly drank her water while everyone watched. N’Jadaka sat there with wide eyes eating his food then relaxed them once she felt Y/N’s hand on his thigh. She looked to her good friend and said “when the time comes, Monte. I don’t want to rush into anything, you know what I mean but even if he never asks me to be his wife; it doesn't matter to me. I will always love him.” N’Jadaka looked at her and smirked as she winked and went back to his food. 

Once they finished dessert, Monte, N’Jadaka and Izaiah were playing with a huge yoga ball in the backyard. Leslie grabbed her vape, added a cream pineapple flavor and took a small puff, making sure to blow the smoke out where Y/N wasn’t sitting. “I can’t believe Monte asked that”, Y/N said before pouring her fourth glass of white wine. Leslie took another hit and asked “which one”?

“About me having a kid with him. He know that is a touchy ass subject so why ask?” Leslie took a deep breath sipping her red wine and said “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I feel bad now.” Y/N looked to her then looked at the three boys and watched as N’Jadaka played with her godson. He looked so happy as he played with the small child; it warmed her heart so much but then she felt a tear drop and her heart shattered. She excused herself and went straight to the bathroom. Once she did, she saw her mascara running down her cheeks. “Great, there goes my makeup.” She grabbed one of Leslie’s makeup wipes and tapped her running mascara marks away. She then dug into her purse to grab her setting powder, her travel powder brush and started to cover what was missing from her makeup. Y/N closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told herself “I am beautiful. I am powerful. I am strong. I am loved and I matter.” She opened her eyes to see Monte standing behind her with a concerned face that made her heart fall to her kneecaps. “What the fuck, Monte?! When the Hell did you get in here?!”

“Uh, when you started chanting like Angela Bassett praying like Tina Turner”; she rolled her eyes and he looked at her reflection. “Bae told me where you were and also cussed me the fuck out so yeah.” She looked at him as she reapplied her eyeliner then her mascara. Monte bent down to place his head on her shoulder, pouting as he looked in the mirror. “Sissy, you ain’t mad at me are you?”

“I’m chillin’, Monte.”

“You sit on a throne of lies, madam. I’ve known you since middle school and I know how you are, missy. You get that look in ya like you wanna shank someone in the knee cap then ya nostrils start flaring up.” Y/N looked up to him which made him point at her and stand up straight. “See, there it is”; she turned to him which made him yelp and slam his back into the door. She poked into his chest as she said the following words:

“Why the hell would you mention children knowing what I've been through?” Monte relaxed his shoulders a tad and took a deep breath; he hung his head in defeat and replied: “I am sorry, sis. I feel really bad. I meant no harm by it.” Y/N looked at him with folded arms before he asked, “he doesn’t know, does he”; she stood in silence which he took as an answer. “You gonna have to tell him one day right, sis? You can’t hide it from him forever.” Y/N stood there, feeling as if she was disappointed in herself. She loves N’Jadaka dearly but what if her secret would make him leave for good. 

Once it was time to go, Y/N placed her god baby in his bed and tucked him while JD watched. He grinned thinking of how great of a mom she would be. He thought about what he was asked at dinner and just couldn’t stop imagining him and Y/N as parents. He felt like she he was a chunky baby, their child would also be a chunky one as well. He didn't care if they had a boy or girl first; the only thing that mattered was the health and well being of the child or, as he would like in the future, children. When he was growing up in Oakland, California, he only really had his father up until he was eight sadly. Once his father passed away and his family took him to Wakanda, Mother Ramonda and Father T’Chaka were his parental figures. At fourteen years old, his family decided to explain his mother’s death; she passed away two days after giving birth to him. This became a fear for him especially if he and Y/N decide to make their own family.

The ride home was honestly so quiet which wasn’t their typical quiet, there was some tension that you can cut with a knife.When they got to N’Jadaka’s home, she hopped in the shower as he was checking his phone and getting undressed. Y/N stood looking in the mirror after she hopped out, she had to come clean about her secret. To her, communication was key and she knew that if she kept this hidden then it would keep eating at her. In bed, her in a huge shirt and him in just sweat pants, they just lied there looking at the ceiling; and that’s how they dosed off.

Y/N woke up to the smell of breakfast so she stood, stretched her limbs and headed to do her morning routine before leaving the bathroom. N’Jadaka stood at the counter as she walked out, listening to Brent Faiyaz and setting the waiting area. He poured some OJ in tall curved glasses and followed half the cup with champagne. On their plates were fluffy omlettes with spinach, peppers and cheese, wheat toast, turkey sausage links, bacon and a side of hashbrowns. She sat at the counter and took a small sigh before saying “good morning” with a small smile and buttering her toast. N’Jadaka can tell something was troubling her and said “y’know? My unc always said ‘you can always feel if something is troubling someone you care for.’ You have something on your mind. I can feel it”. 

“I just been thinking about what Monte said at dinner”, she said after showing and finishing a slice of toast. N’Jadaka looked up at her while he sipped his mimosa. Once he placed his cup back down and moved his food next to her as he sat. N’Jadaka sat ext to her and leaned into her saying “baby, we already talked about this. We don’t have to get married anytime soon, love. We-”.

“I can’t have kids, N’Jadaka”, she said as she poked at her food. N’Jadaka was taken back honestly mentally. He had no idea what to say in the situation. He couldn’t imagine what was going on through her mind. But all he can do was stand as ahe looked down at her plate and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on her head and as the hug went on, he heard little sniffs and felt her rub his arm slowly; the sound of her crying broke his heart. He kissed her head to comfort her and said “it’s okay, Y/N.” 

“It’s not. I just-” ; she stopped and continued. “What if you wanted kids one of these days and I can’t give them to you. I just- I just don’t want you to regret being with me...” He looked over her head, took a deep, holding her tighter before he letting go and went to sit back down. “Y/N, I will never regret being with you. I love you way too much to say that is a deal breaker. We don’t have to have kids right now and when the time comes, we can just try and do our research. And even if we still have a baby, I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Really”, she said as she look up at him while tearing up a bit. N’Jadaka wiped her tears with his thumbs as he told her “of course, beautiful. I would never call it quits because of that. We will make it work. Aight?” She nodded and he leaned into her lips and kissed them softly. “Now, eat ya food, shower, get dolled up, alright? You been working a lot, you may got a little burn out and stress going on so I’m take you to get ya nails and feet done. Maybe, a deep ass massage, a little shopping trip for you and not for your shop. Okay?”

Y/N sat there in her feelings but they weren’t bad feelings. She felt love, she felt safe and never felt this way with any man before and she was okay with that. After they ate and got ready, they headed out and spent the day together. He would steal some looks of her. Watching her with pineapple hair, black shades, tye dye body con dress with red slides to match, she was beautiful not even trying. As they walked the street of Rodeo, he would pull her and wrap his arms around showing her a warm embrace. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Even just watching her get nails and feet done, he still loved being around her and in her presence. As she talked and got pampered, he watched as she smiled and everytime she did, there was light that just shined and made everyone smile from ear to ear; he couldn’t wait to make her Mrs. Udaku and treat her like royalty the rest of their lives.

The following week, both of their schedules were hectic as heck. From the Outreach Center to the grand opening of her salon, they have been overly busy with everything. When ever they were together, they were always working but they always made sure that made time for one another. On the next off day for N’Jadaka, he sat at his place bored and laying in bed. All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door and got up to answer; it was Jerald and Sheila. The couple wore a matching Nike sweatsuit and had bags in their hands. “Hey, man. Where baby girl at”, Sheila asked. He told her “working on the shop, S. She’ll be home in a few hours.” 

Jerald places the bags on his counter and said “my moms made you grip of food, bruh. Cornbread, greens, pot roast, all that.” N’Jadaka rubbed his hands together feeling his inner fat boy jumping for joy. “Awe shiet. Ma Dukes threw down, huh?”

“You know she did. How ya fam doing by the way? I know the finna all be down here soon for the grandopening in like a month, huh?”

“Yeah, but between me and you, they just wanna meet Y/N. M’Baku and T already did and B’s big ass try to talk to Leslie.” Jerald and Sheila now sat on the couch as Jerald said “Leslie got a whole ass child and man though right.” While she rubbed Jerald’s back, she told the guys “please that aint stopping nothing for M’Baku. Remember her tried to get at me when I was a few months pregnant?” N’Jadaka chuckled and said “oh yeah and he was trying to challenge him on the mountain. Nah, that was funny as fuck.” 

“Man, I still got PTSD from being on that damn mountain being butt ass naked.” N’Jadaka passed them some drinks like water and apples juice before sitting. “So, JD, did you do it yet”, Jerald asked and N’Jadaka replied “nah, not yet man. I want it to be special though and y’all got be apart of it.” 

“I’m sorry but what are y’all talking about?”

“N’Jadaka is proposing to Y/N”. N’Jadaka said “NIGGUH! Now, you know S can’t keep a damn secret.” She stood and said “am not. At least I aint tell the baby you a whole ass Prince of Wakanda. Did I, hmmm?” Jerald looked at N’Jadaka and said “bae, you kinda told the last girl he hooked up with though.” She looked at him and seemed as if a ray of heat hit the back of his head because his eye twitched once before he said “she looking at me is she?” He avoided her glance as his friend chuckled before saying “Sheila, please don’t tell my girl anything. But my plan is to tell her that I got a surprise vacation planned, she won’t need anything just her and her phone, right? Ima get Dora Milaje to dress up and up on the aircraft then on the plane I will tell her we in Wakanda and all that but then once, we getting greeted by all the tribes. Ima make her feel like royalty the whole night you know after I tell her. Then Auntie talking about a welcoming feast and party but after that, Ima take her to the garden then BOOM candles every where, flowers falling, the purple night sky and my hands in hers as I get on one knee and then this.” He even got on his right knee as he showed the ring. Jerald stood and looked at the ring. “This shiet is sick as fuck, bruh.”

“Is that a vibranium band, JD?” The prince looked at the ring as he stood and said “yeah, it is. Because just like vibranium, our love can withstand anything and last for generations to come.” He heard sniffles as he looked up and saw not only Sheila crying but also Jerald. “That’s so beautiful, nigga. Got my crying and shiet.” Sheila looked to him and pushed him out the way to get to JD. “I promise I won’t saying anything. I am so happy for y’all, baby brother. EEEEK, I can’t wait.”

“Hey, y’all. Can’t wait for Sheila?” They shock to see Y/N standing there with black plastic bags of food. She wore some distressed jeans, a white tee and matching Converse; her hair was in a low bun. Sheila looked at the box in N’Jadaka’s hand and stood in front so he can hide the ring in his pocket and said “the grand opening of the salon, sis. Y’know what? That reminds me, girl. We actually got to get our fits ready. The event is in two days, right?” She pulled Jerald up and pushed him to door as she got her answer and walking; they said their byes with some hugs and left. Y/N turned to her man and said, with a confused expression as she walked to him, placed the bags on the coffee, “was J crying?”

“Yeah, we watching a sad ass movie, Sheila made us watched.” She giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck to kiss his lips once; he growled in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist, deeply kissing her. She moaned as her lips and tongue make love to his. She began to hold the back of neck getting deeper into the kiss until she smelt the food. She tried to pull away from the kiss but he didn’t want to stop. 

“Baby, the food is gonna cold.”

“Fuck that food. I wanna eat you instead.”

“Baby, I’m hungry.”

“You can eat later after I eat.”  With that, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and made their way to the bedroom. He threw her gently on the bed and started crawling up her body. “You gonna feed me, baby girl, or do I gotta unwrap my food myself.” She looked up at him while on her elbows before unzipping and slipped out her jeans. He began kissing her inner thighs before slipping her panties to the side. Slipping his thick digits inside her made her grip them instant as he did a curling motion as he sucked her clit. She moaned at the feeling and felt all her stress from the work week. She looked down at him to see his gentle orbs looked right at her. 

He loved making eye contact whether it was missionary.

“I love you so much”.

From the side.

“Damn, this pussy good as fuck, baby girl.”

And especially from the back. God, bless that mirror.

“Look at you taking all this dick. Mmmm fuck. Don’t you look beautiful taking this dick.”

“I look so good taking this dick, daddy.” After they made love, he stood from the bed still nude and said “aight, baby. You wanna eat?” All the answer he got was when he heard little snores behind him; he just chuckled and laughed.

It was the night of the grand opening and they were ready. N’Jadaka looked in the mirror of the bedroom and knew he looked good in his attire with his coat wide open and gold fangs glistening. Y/N came out in her amazing dress and he was taken aback. He kissed her cheek and they were off. They saw the news trucks, her family, friends, and supporters as they pulled up. Y/N got local black businesses to cater the event, and she had something to say before she opened the doors. 

“Hey, everyone. If you do not know who I am, I’m Y/N Y/L/N . I have been doing hair since very young young and been saving for this moment. This may sound cliche but I honestly am very thankful for y’all support and just being here. It was a very long road to travel down but it was all so worth it. I appreciate you all from friends and family for having my back for years but I also want to thank a man who has showed me so much love in the year and few we have dated and that man is Mr. N’Jadaka Udaku, who without him, I wouldn’t be standing here now.”  She held out her hand to signal him to come and as everyone cheered, clapped and took photos, he stood behind her, hugging her from the back and just being so proud of her but they didn’t know what was happening a few feet behind the crowd. 

There was a couple leaning in a silver Nissan Altima, wearing all black hiding in the night. “So, what you got planned to fuck them over,” said the man who was still upset N’Jadaka has his ex now. He looked towards the woman and said “just know, you inspired this plan… a lot.”  The woman was about to do something to ruin what a good thing the couple had, but she didn’t care and was willing to do anything to let Y/N know she made a huge mistake.

Um....who in the raggedy hell plotting on Y/N and the Prince and HOW do you think Y/N will feel when she finds out N'Jadaka is a whole Prince? Find out in the next chapter. *evil cackle*

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See something you like?

You were the personal assistant to King T’Challa. How will you handle it when Erik Stevens usurps the throne? There’s more than just formality between you both, maybe it’s time to explore it.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of T’Challa missing, your king missing. Three weeks of Shuri, Nakia, and Queen Mother missing. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the forth week and you still haven’t received word from them yet… despite keeping a constant eye on your kimoyo beads.

Right before Nakia took the royal family and fled she had come to take you as well. Despite being an outsider, you two had grown close. You were the Kings personal assistant. After T’Challa had hired you at the Wakanda Outreach Center he quickly noticed your administrative and organizational abilities. It wasn’t too long after that you were promoted to his assistant and living in Wakanda. Despite only knowing the King and his family for less than a few years it wasn’t long before they all felt like family. Although you didn’t realize it until your first birthday in Wakanda. You were feeling homesick and sad when you walked into a surprise party, set up from the royal family. It was then that you realized this wasn’t just your job, this was your family too.

You warned T’Challa not to battle Erik, you had warned him of the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Despite being his closest confidant, you couldn’t stop his pride, his sense of birth right. ‘No,’ you thought, ‘don’t go there again.’ You willed the tears forming to go back down. You couldn’t do this again, not here, and especially not right now. You had a job to do. You purposely stayed behind to act as a spy for your adopted family. You were the insider that they needed, that Wakanda needed.

You were waiting in the throne room, folders in one hand, your fist unclenching and re-clenching in the other. ‘You have to do this,’ you reminded. Your teeth grinded together, trying to keep a grip on your sanity, your mission, and especially your emotions.

You were beginning to feel the ache in your feet from your black heels when you heard the Dora Milaje push the doors open and the newest king walk in. You kept your eyes to the floor as you heard, and felt, him walk towards you.

You could feel his eyes studying you, “Ain’t gonna properly greet ya king?” He replied.

You clenched your first again, this time accompanying it with the Wakandan salute and a, “My king.” Straightening back up you reluctantly met his gaze, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“Watchu got for me?” He asked, already grabbing the folders out of your hand.

You quickly let go, taking a small step back, “Weekly updates on each tribe, the monthly financial reports, and the estimated projections of sending equipment to the war-dogs.”

You watched him flip through it quick before tossing it on a nearby council seat, “Just give me the highlights yeah?”

You forced yourself to maintain eye contact, your mind and body already beginning to battle, “Nothing really new. Each tribe is doing about the same, minus the incident at the border tribe a week ago. Our revenues are up, and all financial projections are ready for deployment.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he replied, rubbing his hands together.

Your gaze flew to his hands, specifically to the prominent veins running throughout. You thoughts were beginning to wander, specifically to your dream the other night. Breaking out of your reverie you glanced back up, finding that he noticed where your mind went.

“See something you like?” He asked, his signature smirk only growing.

You felt a heat rush through you, leaving your cheeks stinging. You cleared your throat, attempting to distance yourself. Your mind knew he was a killer, but your body just couldn’t seem to get the memo.

“Anything else?” You questioned, positioning your body to leave; positioning your body to finally get some distance.

Instead, Erik got up, beginning to invade your personal space, “Yeah, you naked bent over my throne.” He simply replied, licking his lips.

You felt your throat gulp, trying to force your body into submission. It wasn’t listening. Your mind was already racing with the image he created, a heat starting to burn in your core.

Erik’s breath blew softly against your neck, his chest pressing against your back. You felt his hand wrap around your waist, bringing you fully against him.

“Or how ‘bout on my lap. Matter of fact, I’ll take you every way I can get ya.”

His other hand pushed your hair around your shoulder, making room for his lips to press a silky kiss against your soft skin. Your heart skipped a beat, the heat in your core only growing stronger. The more he pressed against you the more your guards were failing.

You have survived up to four weeks at this point. Four weeks of mourning your king and waiting for your mission from Nakia; all while simultaneously fighting off your attraction to the usurper.

“You ain’t got to prepend like you don’t want me. I see the way you lookin’ at me when you think I ain’t… you were fucking T’Challa huh? That why?” He surmised.

You quickly spun around, his arm still around your waist, “No. He was family.” You replied in anger.

He licked his lips, looking at you like he already knew that answer, “You ain’t want me then is that it?” He pushed further.

At this point your anger and desire were waging a war, forcing your thoughts to scatter, “No! I—” You quickly stopped yourself, realizing what escaped your lips.

Erik pushed your bodies fully against each other in response, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet.

“Why you actin’ so tough then?” He asked, pressing a kiss below your ear, “I know you ain’t afraid of me ma, I see you baby girl.”

He pressed another soft kiss to your face, this time on your cheek. Your slow train of thought was catching up to realize his intent. He was getting closer to your lips each time.

Your eyes shut on their own accord, feeling him against you, pressing into you. This was the first time he ever physically touched you. You had thought about, hell, you had even dreamed about it. Despite all those mental images they didn’t compare to the real thing. You were having trouble remembering why you were fighting your attraction, why you were refusing to give in. God, the feeling of him against you. You couldn’t imagine any feeling better than this.

“I know how to make you give in, hell, I know how to make those panties drop.” He whispered, his teeth lightly grazing your neck.

It was then that your brain snapped to attention. He was going to bite you. You knew what this meant. When you first moved to Wakanda you did nothing but study the country, the culture, and of course, the Black Panther. It was said that when the panther felt attraction all they had to do was bite at your pulse point and instantly your feelings bonded. In that moment every desire, want, and need for him would overcome anything else. This was a mating ritual.

You started to back up in fear, but Erik wouldn’t let you. His arm around you was like steel, a sharp contrast to the soft kisses he was placing on your sweet spot.

“No, please!” You begged, clawing at his back.

You felt his keloid scars lined along his back, standing under his toned muscles. He moved to press your foreheads against each other’s, your breaths intermingling.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gone do anything you don’t want. Why you think I’ve been waiting so long for your sweet little body? For the feeling of you wrapped ‘round me?” He soothed.

Despite his fault, his failures, and his obvious immoral perspective, you knew what he said was true. How many times had you felt him staring at you? How many times did he only ever touch through the passing of an object? You knew his words were true, that his intentions for you were intently pure.

“How long you going to deny yourself?” He whispered, the atmosphere quickly becoming intimate.

Your breath halted in surprise. A soft chuckle followed from his lips, “Look at your body baby girl. Your breath, ya can’t seem to find it. Your heart, I can feel it just being against you. Your thighs? Now I know when those clenchin’ you imagin’ me between ‘em?” He smirked.

Your eyes closed again, allowing the feeling of his breath and presence to wrap around you. You were on the tipping point. One more word, one more touch, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. You had denied this need for so long, too long.

“We shouldn’t—“ You muttered right before his lips pressed against your own.

As Erik pressed kiss after silky kiss to your lips you felt your walls falling. Kiss, there goes a brick, kiss, another brick, one after another until it was barley holding up. It was when you felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip that what was left officially crumbled. The guards you had spent a month building up were no more. You knew it in your heart, in the way your body careened towards his, that you were his. Putty in his hands, to do with whatever he wanted. And what he wanted, right here and right now, was you.

Erik gently bit your bottom lip, pulling it towards him. As he gently released it your eyes fluttered open. His hands cinched your waist, feeling your curves under your pencil dress.

“Tell me, what do you want huh? I can’t do nothin’ until those pretty lips say it,” He demanded, his fingers gripping you to emphasize his point.

“You, I want you.” You uttered, your mind already at the beginning stages of passion.

His tone was firm, needy, but firm, “Nah ma, imma need you to say my name.”

“Please… Erik, touch me,” you begged.

It was his name that finally pushed him into unrestricted motion. His right hand instantly went to your hair, the other angled your head, bringing your mouths clashing together. You felt his tongue gain entrance to yours, this time not holding back.

The more he explored your mouth the more he started to explore the rest of your body. It didn’t take long for his hands to firmly grip your ass, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. They traveled from your ass back up to your sides, feeling his way to the zipper on your dress.

Anywhere his hands went fire followed. Your body was already ignited, and he was the match, burning wherever he pleased. His fingers grazed your zipper while lips pressed against the shell of your ear, whispering, “Let me see you ma.”

You had barley nodded before he began undressing you, his rough pads following after the space he unzipped. The feeling of him on your revealed flesh created goosebumps, the back of your neck and your arms shivering as a result.

Erik noticed, and his gaze darkened, liking how quickly your body responded to his touch. He finished unzipping your tight dress and began to pull it down, his eyes following every inch of your newly exposed skin.

You helped him push it off. Now clad only in your black lace bra and thong. You hadn’t realized, but it wasn’t until Erik became king that you unconsciously started wearing tighter clothing and skimpier underwear.

Feeling self-conscience under his weighty gaze you began to cover yourself, becoming very aware of every scar, stretchmark, fat, and area of cellulite. You didn’t have a perfect body. You weren’t typically skinny and smooth. Your body was full of life, twenty-four years of life.

Erik noticed your worry and blocked your arms, stopping you from covering yourself, “Nah baby girl, your perfect,” he rebutted, his tongue licking his lips.

“I could eat that ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he followed in typical Erik fashion.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, his demeanor disarming you of your fears.

“Your turn,” you softly remarked as your gazed traveled from his face to his feet.

He reached his arms behind his head, grabbing the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. His tied-up dreads shuffled as a result. Next his hands traveled to the button of his jeans, making sure he had your eye contact before he popped them open and pushed them down, kicking his shoes off as well.

Your gazes took in their fill of each other. Erik with his tall muscular body and keloid scars. Black, skin tight, boxers covering what you wanted most. Then there was you, quite a bit shorter than him, curvy and weightier in certain areas, stretchmarks and all. Black lace and heels being your only cover, the parts he wanted most.

As your heated gazes finally met each other’s you took the lead. You sauntered over to him, confident from the way he was lusting after you. You trailed your hands from his bumpy chest all the way down to the smooth dip in his hips, the area that made a perfect ‘v’. Your fingers curled into the top of his boxers, pulling his toned body to yours.

His mouth bent towards yours, diving back into the already explored territory. Your hands gripped into his back muscles as his lips traveled over to your neck. While his kisses distracted you, his fingers tugged at your bra, popping it open with ease.

A bit shocked at how swift he did that your brain began to wonder how many times he had done that. Erik pulled away just enough for your bra to drop between you, causing your mind to come back to the present. He took a moment to enjoy the view, one he had been fantasizing about for a while now. You, in a tiny little thong, heels, and nothing else standing before him… standing there waiting for his touch.

As he bent down your hand dug into the back of his head, feeling his dreads. You gripped harder the second his wet mouth attached itself to your nipple. He took his time, sucking it to a sharp point before he lightly pulled it between his teeth. This time earning both hands in his hair, you pushing his head to your untouched breast. As he moved to your other peak your mouth dropped and eyes slammed shut. If this is what he could do to just your soft peaks what would he do to your most sensitive area? You weren’t sure, but you definitely wanted to find out.

After he paid your upper region a generous amount of attention he began to travel south. You felt your thighs clench in anticipation. God, this felt just like your dream. Erik took his time, giving a kiss to each area of skin on his way down. It almost felt as if he would never get there, your legs were shaking in anticipation. His long fingers grabbed at each side of your barley there underwear, trailing it down and off your body. You were now naked before him, minus the heels of course.

“Erik, more, please, “ you cried, your fingers holding a death grip in his hair. You tugged a bit, hoping it would spur him on. From the moan leaving his lips it worked. He wasted no time in pushing your legs apart and slotting himself in-between.

Each of your inner thighs received a kiss before he parted your nether lips and took a long lick. You instantly rocked on your heels, attempting to keep yourself steady in your tall shoes. Noticing your disbalance Erik placed an arm around the back of each leg, holding you firmly against his mouth.

You had never been this wet in your life, not even in your dreams of you two. The boy was eating you out like you were his last meal. The more he licked the closer he got your clit, making your nerves quake in need. After giving the rest of your pussy a good amount of pleasure he finally, finally, reached your sacred bundle. He sucked it between his lips, flicking his tongue again and again. It didn’t even take a minute and you were on the edge of release, ready to tip over at any moment.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you managed to get out, right before your body spasmed, your pussy clenching over and over again, sending shock waves throughout your entire body.

You hadn’t realized you had collapsed until you came to and were held against Erik’s chest. The feeling of your skin on skin helping your mind clear. You could hear your breath coming in and out, the only sound apparent in the room.

“Mm, you good ma?” Erik asked, gathering your wetness off his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Your breath was the only answer you could give, curling your fingers into his shoulders.

“Damn baby girl, you so sweet. I could live off that pussy,” He replied, a finite tone resounding.

Your hands moved back down to his boxers, giving them a sharp tug. He got to taste you, it was only fair that you got to return the favor. As you pushed his boxers down and off you looked up. His heaty gaze stayed on you, watching your every move. You drug your eyes down to his length. God damn. His dick was long, veiny, and so big. How the fuck was he supposed to fit in you? You quaked a bit in fear of him inside you. Him in your mouth however… you were salivating. Before you could second guess yourself, you gave him a long lick, starting at his base and moving to his tip. You saw his jaw muscle tighten, showing you, he liked where you were going with this.

It was when you slowly took his tip into your mouth, giving him soft sucks that his hand went to the back of your head, lightly guiding your movements. You started taking and more and more of him into your mouth, licking and fitting in all you could. When you realized that you couldn’t suck all of him your hand met where your mouth stopped. Just as it didn’t take long with you it clearly wasn’t going to with him either. His eyes were rolling in the back of his head when he pulled you off him.

“If you keep goin’ we ain’t going to have the real fun.” He said simply, pulling you up to him.

You wanted to kiss him—no, needed to kiss him. You needed just one last piece of reassurance before you fully gave into him. Your eyes held each other’s, “Please,” you whispered as your eyes switched between his and his lips, making it apparent what you needed.

Erik pulled your bodies flush together again, the skin on skin only heightening your delight when his lips gently connected to your own. You could taste your pleasure on his lips making you wonder if he could taste his on yours. You pulled away to get one more gentle kiss before your loaded gazes connected.

You looked at him questioningly, wondering which position he would take you in first. He had mentioned quite a few to be fair.

“You sure?” He asked one last time, “No backing out after this.”

“I want you, now.” You firmly answered back. You didn’t want to leave any room for doubts.

Erik bit his lip, your answer was music to his ears.

“Sit that pretty little ass on my throne baby girl, spread those legs for me.” He demanded.

You could feel every inch of his gaze as you followed his directions. The vibranium of the throne was cool against your heated skin. You parted your legs slowly, giving Erik a show. Each leg was placed on the handles of the throne, leaving you completely exposed.

As Erik treaded closer his gaze never wavered from your actions. His eyes followed your hand as you brushed it against your center teasingly. As soon as you touched yourself he started moving faster. His tall form leaking with desire.

Finally, in front of you, he dragged his leaking cock against your center, mixing your fluids to get you both ready. Your eyes sought each other’s as he slowly pushed in. Each of his hands gripped a knee, keeping himself stable against you. It wasn’t long after that your hands curled around his wrists, fingernails lightly digging into his soft skin.

“Think you can take all this? ‘Cuz I’m gonna give it to you ma,” Erik stated, slowly pushing more and more into you.

“Keep going,” you replied. You felt yourself resisting him, so you took a deep breath, allowing your body to relax. The more comfortable you got the more he was able push into you.

“Fuck,” he uttered, dragging the word out.

Every inch of his dick could be felt along your inner walls. His hips finally meeting yours.

The only sounds in the room were his hard pants and your soft moans. God, after so long you were finally getting what you had both wanted. With the instruction of your squeeze to his wrist he began to move, slowly at first, making sure you were able to get used to his size.

It only took a few strokes before your pussy was tightening around him and your moans were growing louder. Erik responded in kind, speeding up his thrusts to sync both of your desires.

In and out, in and out, in and out. You both kept a steady rhythm before you were crying for more. As soon as the desires slipped from your lips Erik sped up. At this point he was pounding into you so hard you were sure all of Wakanda knew what you were up to. The sounds of pleasures meeting, your bodies connecting, and your moans escaping wouldn’t fool anyone.

Your moans only got louder when you felt Erik’s thumb press against your sensitive nub, speeding up your pleasure. The combination of his finger and thrusts sent you into another world. It wasn’t long before your pussy was gripping his length, your nails were breaking his skin, and your vision was going blurry that you reached your edge. A long moan following right after. Your pleasure triggered his own. The feeling of you tightening and releasing over and over around him sent Erik overboard. He gave one final thrust before releasing inside of you. His chest heaving up and. When you came to you loosened your grip on his wrists and watched the end of his release. Erik’s eyes were screwed shut, his lip was in his mouth, and his grip on your legs were deadly. You enjoyed your view as he came down, eventually opening his eyes to meet yours.

As you both cooled down it didn’t take long for either of you to notice the shift in your relationship. Gone was professional pleasantries, well, at least on your end, and now there was a sense of connectedness. It was in that moment that, bite or no bite, you realized that you had done more than just fuck. You had created a mating bond, a rare bond for even the Black Panther to experience.

From the look on Erik’s face you could tell that he was realizing it too. Your bodies still connected and your gazes heavy, it was glaringly obvious that whatever had just happened was only the beginning.

[namjoonswifey99]

Stop Playing Pt.6

Erik Killmonger X Reader 

Warnings : Jealous Friends, Fighting, Fluff, Cussing, Erik being Erik, use of the B word.

Authors Note : I sincerely apologize for the long wait I've had writers block for a long time that i was able to overcome to give you guys the story. I also want to thank @ceniorina for helping me through this writers block and also for the people that continue to read my story it’s greatly appreciated

Erik was waiting for Y/N inside the car. He agreed to go with her to meet her friends for brunch regardless if Jasmine is there he’ll suck it up for his girl.

“ Babe come on we're gonna be late” Erik says yelling from the car window.

“ Okay babe I'm coming” Y/N says fixing her sundress while locking his apartment door.

Erik then’s gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. “ Damn babe you sure you want to go to the brunch we can stay here and have brunch ourselfs”. Erik says while grabbing her hand, spinning her around. Y/N noticed that look in eye and knew if she agreed they wasn't going nowhere.

“ Babe i already promised the girls we will come,” Y/N says, looking up at him trying to fight the temptation. Erik leans down and captures Y/N lips in a slow tender kiss.

Y/N felt herself get hot and bothered but she had to pull away before things got heavier. “ Babe come on please i promise you can have me all you want when we come back” Y/n says pulling away from the kiss.

“ Alright Bet lets go” Erik says while looking down at Y/N. Erik really couldn't believe he really got the girl of dreams and he wasn't letting her go.

----- 30 minutes later-----

Erik and Y/N pulled up to Roscoes and saw their friends plus Jasmine.

“ Heyyyy yall i see yall finally made it”. Mo’nique says wrapping Y/N in a hug and turning to give Erik a hug also.

“ Y'all come on they finally got out table”. Corey says walking towards the group.

Once they all got to the table they noticed how Erik is tending to Y/N more than normal they can't help but think something definitely happened. Mo’nique already had feelings that they went deeper than friendship and is happy for them they've had feelings for each other and neither acted on it.

Erik sat down after helping Y/N get situated, he noticed out the corner of his eye Jasmine glaring at them he chose not to say anything he’ll ignore it for NOW.

“ Soooooo is it something yall wanna tell us yall looking mighty cozy” Kareem says while wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/N and Erik looked at each other and smiled might as well tell them now since Kareem brought it up.

“ Well me and Y/N are together officially”. Erik says putting his arm around Y/N and giving her a kiss on her cheek causing Y/N to hide her head into his neck.

Everyone at the table erupted with cheers and I knew it’s and congrats. Y/N felt so happy she have friends that's happy for her and her relationship she couldn't help but noticed Jasmine Glaring and muttering something under her breathe.

“ What's wrong jasmine you okay” Y/N asks looking at Jasmine with full concern in her eyes. 

Everybody at the table paused to look at what's about to happen. They could feel the tension roll off of Jasmine.

Jasmine looked up and just stared at Y/N before saying.

“ I just find it funny how all of sudden your with him” Jasmine says with attitude laced in her voice.

“ What's so funny about me being with Erik” Y/N says with full fire and confusion in her eyes. Everybody can feel how left this about to turn.

“ It's funny because you knew i like him and still went after him like the hoe you are”.Jasmine says slamming down her spoon. 

Everybody got quiet and looked at Erik, Y/N and Mo’Nique. Y/N stood up and immediately the rest did too. “ Bitch I didn’t know shit we are just roommates you don't talk to me unless we are at home at the same time you barely know Erik because of me and the rumors that surround him” Y/n said so eerily calm while walking up to her. 

Jasmine also stood up ready to fight Y/N if she had to. Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. “ Don't call me no bitch and you did know i told you in your face” Jasmine said getting in Y/N face.

“ Bitch you was talking about Kareem big head ass you don’t want Erik you want to fuck him bitch its a difference and if you didn’t notice he don’t like you don’t want shit to do with you”. Y/N says pushing Jasmine out her face. Jasmine took that chance to swing at Y/N but she missed. Y/N saw the punch coming and pivoted to the right and it hit Jasmine with two punches to the face making her fall. 

Erik then ran up behind Y/N to hold her back from going after Jasmine again he knew she didn't stand a chance against Y/N. Y/N didn't like to fight but she would especially if she needed to defend herself. 

Kareem was standing there looking shocked but disgusted at the same time Jasmine was known to get around and the campus is huge. Corey was holding Mo’Nique back so she wouldn't jump in the fight.

“ Nah bae she ain't worth it don't let her get you”. Erik says holding Y/N back whispering in her ear.

Y/N wasn’t tryna listen to anything Erik was saying. Y/N was pissed how dare this bitch come at her like this when she gave her nothing but kindness and then comes for her character. Y/N was seeing red.

“ Wassup now huh thought you were tough” Y/n yells then continues. “ If you also didn't notice he's always been mine you never stood a chance boo”  now get up and fight since you wanna run that mouth run them hands.

Erik literally picked Y/N up and carried them outside so they wouldn't cause a bigger scene. 

“ Babe calm the fuck down listen to me dont let that bitch get to you man focus baby” Erik says grabbing Y/N head so they can look eye to eye. 

Mo’nique being the sneak that she is, was able to run up on Jasmine and start fighting with her. Kareem and Corey hurried and tried to pull them apart but they weren't letting go. Jasmine had a grip on Mo’Nique hair and Mo’nique was just punching her in the face. 

Erik turned around, saw what was going on and was glad that jasmine was finally getting what she deserved but it was time to go before the cops got called. 

“ Ayye yall come on lets go before the cops come” Erik yells while trying to get Y/N in the car. 

Corey was finally able to pull Mo’Nique away from the fight and get her to the car. 

“ Watch yall back bitches i got something for y'all” Jasmine yells walking away. 

When Erik heard that it made a switch go off in his head he don't take threats lightly especially when it involve Y/N.

“ Yea Bitch try it if you want to ill fuck all yall up without remorse” Erik says with this evil look in his eye finally getting Y/N in car and turning around to look at Jasmine. 

---- 1 Hour Later----

Erik pulls up to his California beach house he had for peace and to relax he then see’s Corey car pull up in the driveway behind him he wanted to take them all to this place to calm down. 

Erik looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. He knew what had happened to her; he knew she was eating herself up on the inside.

Y/n immediately balled into tears she couldn't believe she let Jasmine get the best of her but she had to put her in her place. Y/N was so lost in her mind that's she didn't notice Erik carry her into the house.

“ Hey babe look at me please don't let this get to you okay you still the same Y/N everybody knows and loves baby”. Erik says while kissing her forehead he hates when she gets like this.

“ ………..  Thank you baby i really appreciate i'm good now promise” Y/N says kissing Erik on his lips. 

Everybody moved to the living room and sat down on the couches. Erik grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and the game system. Y/N then gets up and tells Mo’Nique to follow her to the kitchen so they can decide what's gonna happen now

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[heavenlymisa]

bounce-back to a throwback.

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader

warnings; The n-word, fluff, angst (only for a lil bit) 

summary; (this is a continuation of “his lil secret”) During Erik’s live-stream, you two decided on playing 21 questions, which turns into a time of remembrance. (this sounds like a hallmark movie-)

an; ya’ll done ate his lil secret UP- anyways, enjoy! <3 ALSO, a huuggee thank you to @ljstraightnochaser​ for giving me ideas! Couldn’t do this without you, boo!

“Bring lil’ mama back. Aht aht! Nobody calls her that except for me! Don’t play!”

“Babygir- Hold on now! Ya’ll niggas ain’t gonna sit there and call my baby babygirl like she’s yours.”

“Where did Y/N go? She’s downstairs eating her lil mozzarella sticks, still mad at me for not making them.”

“When your girl comes back, tell her to holla at a homebo- Nigga i’ll fuck you up- Matter of fact, BLOCKED. Stop fucking around with me, you ain’t my homeboy.”

You were sitting at the dining room table, eating the mozzarella sticks you made just a few minutes ago, while watching Erik on his Instagram live. Of course, he was just upstairs, but you decided to just let him take over his live for a little bit. 

After you left you and Erik’s bedroom, Your Instagram blew all the way up. Over the course of 9 minutes, your page went from 10k to Almost 100k. You didn’t really like the attention you got, but you weren't really phased about it either. 

“Is she still watching the live? I don’t know.” Erik said, still on live. 

You quickly commented on the live before the subject changed.

‘i’m still here :) what’s up?’

A couple of seconds passed before Erik saw the comment and smiled.

“Hey baaabbyyyeeee!” Erik yelled. You could hear him all the way upstairs..

‘you’re so loud i can hear you downstairs 🙄’

“Sorry, Mamas. You almost finished eating?”

‘yup! just gimme a sec to put my plate in the sink.’

“Aight. Make sure to come back upstairs!”

You hurried up and put your plate in the sink and dashed up the stairs, clutching your phone in your hand. As you walked up to the door, you turned off your phone and put it in your back pocket.

When you opened up the door to your shared bedroom, Erik looked up and dramatically gasped.

“Oh my god. A goddess walked into my room!” He set his phone on the nightstand and faced it towards where you were standing. He got up, rushed over to you, and threw his arms around your waist. You places your arms around his neck, while laughing as he spun you around softly.

“Babes, I missed you!” He kissed your forehead.

“Baby, it’s only been like twenty minutes, you’re fine!” You said while laughing.

He picked you up, which automatically made your legs wrap around his waist, while his arms stayed around your waist.

“Girl, you trip me out.” He said while laughing.

He sat down on the floor while you were still clinging onto him. You looked to the side and saw his phone propped on his lamp, still on live. You got off of his lap and crawled to his phone to read some of the comments while Erik dramatically fell unto the floor and started to whine.

‘she’s baacckkkk!’

‘ya’ll making me feel mad lonely :(’

‘Erik picked out a good one! 🤤’

‘mama got some sexc eyes thougghhh’

ew-

‘god clearly got favorites smh’

“Why did you leeavveee meeee!” Erik whined while squirming on the floor.

“Because I wanted to. Case closed.” You said while still looking at his phone.

“But I wanted you to stay, Babyyygirlll.”

“I was bored over there, but I’m entertained over here. So, I’m staying here, babe.”

‘PERIOD POOH-’

“Well okay.” Erik said while walking over to you and sitting on the floor beside you. “How can I make you not bored with me, ma?”

An idea popped into your head.

“Let’s play a game. Twenty-one questions.”

Erik grabbed his glasses, which were discarded on his dresser, and placed them on his face.

“Alright. Let’s play. I’ll go first.” He said while facing his whole body towards you.

“Question One, What’s one of my bad habits?”

“You leave the toilet seat up.”

“That isn’t a ba-”

“I fell into the toilet almost five times this week.” You said with a straight face.

Erik started to say something, but closed his mouth immediately when it opened.

“M’kay, my turn!” You said with a grin.

“Do you regret spilling that hot ass drink on me when we first met?”

“Hell no! I wouldn’t have met the love of my life if I didn’t.” Erik said while hugging your waist.

‘That’s how you guys met?!’

‘omg please tell us how you two met!’

You looked down at the man baby who was looking at the comments also while laying his head on your thigh. You stroked the side of Erik’s face and sighed.

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell you guys how us two met.”

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“Hello, may I get a Grande Caramel Macchiato?”

“Y/N, stop acting so formal with me, girl. I got you!” 

Currently, you were in Starbucks visiting your friend, Ebony, while she works. You usually don’t drink Starbucks, but it was cold outside and your body was begging for something hot. 

“Thanks girl.” You walked to a table, sat down, and pulled out your phone, patiently waiting for your drink.

After a minute, the bell for the door rang. Four guys walked into the Starbucks and sat down at the booth diagonal from your table. After a few seconds, one man stood up and went to the cash register to order.

“Girl, come get your drink. It’s on the counter!” Ebony said while going back into the kitchen.

You stood up, went to the counter, and grabbed your drink. The drink wasn’t as hot as you would imagine on the outside, but you knew the second that drink would hit your tongue, hell would be loose in your house.

As you went to turn back to go to your table, an elbow came in contact with your drink, making it splash all over your shirt and partially your face. 

“Oh shit!” The man in front of you exclaimed while running to get a paper towel from the bathroom.

You yelped and started to frantically fan yourself with your hand to at least try to cool yourself down. The man came back with some wet and dry paper towels and handed it over to you. You snatched it out of his hands and started to clean yourself off while the man was still watching you.

“What? You gonna wait for me to get another hot drink just so you can spill it on me?” You said, irritated.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fix all of this!” At this point, you were irritated and just wanted to go home.

The man sighed and shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.

“At least let me make it up to you. I honestly didn’t mean for all of this to happen..” The man said, sheepishly.

You weighted your options for about one minute until you caved in.

“Alright....”

“Here.” The man took off his hoodie and gave it to you. “Go to the bathroom, take off your shirt and put that on.”

Without responding you went into the bathroom and changed. The second you put on the hoodie, you got hit with a beautiful scent. You breathed into the hoodie and smelled Vanilla and cologne. You immediately felt warmth from that hoodie and never wanted to take it off. You walked out of the bathroom to be met with the man holding a Grande Caramel Macchiato.

“Here. I promise I won’t spill it on you.”

You took the drink while he took your stained shirt.

“C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

He chuckled.

“It’s a surprise. Just come on.”

He started to walk while you stayed behind. He looked behind himself and saw that you didn’t move an inch and huffed.

“Girl, come on.” He said with a dramatic expression.

“We’re strangers. What makes you think that you’re gonna take me somewhere?”

He chuckled.

“My name’s Erik. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“There, we’re not strangers. Now come on. I’m trying to make this up to you.”

You looked over to Ebony who was persuading you to go with his silently. You giggled softly and gave in.

“Fine... I’ll go..”

Erik excused himself from the three other guys and went to his car while you followed him. He unlocked his car while you stood there in awe. As he opened the passenger side of he car, he looked at you and chuckled.

“You like it?”

You walked up to the passenger side and sat down in the seat.

“Like it? It’s gorgeous.”

Erik winked at you and shut the door. He walked over to the other side, got in, and started the car. He grabbed two sunglasses, he put one pair on and handed the other pair to you. You carefully grabbed the sunglasses and put them on. Erik turned on the air and looked over to you.

“You know, i’m truly sorry about spilling that drink on you.”

You put the Starbucks drink in his cup-holder and looked over to him.

“It’s alright.” You said with a smile.

Erik smiled back and pulled out of the Starbucks parking lot.

-------

“Erik, I can’t accept this-”

“Yes you can-”

“Erik, no I can-”

“Just take it.”

“No, I’m not taking i-”

Erik shoved his credit card into her hand.

“Ma, just take the card. Go crazy, okay? Just make sure to buy me something.”

Currently, you two were inside the mall at the food court. Erik wanted you to buy some stuff with his credit card as a way to say “sorry”. Of course you believe that he was sorry, but giving a girl your credit card and just saying “go crazy with it” is another type of sorry. The best kind.

“Alright.” You said. You breathed in the scent of his hoodie before you two started to walk inside the mall.

“So... What do you work as?” 

“Hm? Oh, I’m a rapper.” Erik said bluntly.

“Like... A soundcloud rapper?” You absolutely hated soundcloud rappers. Most of them were offbeat and had no style whatsoever. You were just praying that he wasn’t a wannabe rapper inside your head.

“Oh hell no!” He said dramatically. “Ma, I have a record deal. I’m the real thing.”

“Oh really?” You said sarcastically. “Lemme listen to one of your songs them.”

He handed you his airpods and unlocked his phone. He went to his music app and clicked on an album. 

“You ready?” He asked.

You put his airpods into your ears and gave a thumbs up. He hit the play button and put his phone back into his pocket. As you listened to his song, you were in love. Rap wasn’t really your go-to, but you couldn’t lie; is was a whole bop.

When the song was over, you handed his airpods over to him and he clipped them back unto his belt loop on his pants.

“So, how was it?”

You stopped and looked over to him.

“What’s your rapper name?”

He chuckled.

“Killmonger.”

“Well, Killmonger...” You said slowly, which made his shift a little bit.

“That was amazing.”

“Why thank you Y/N.” He said sarcastically.

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The shopping was over and you two were overflowed with bags. You had like two small bags while Erik carried fifteen large bags from different stores. It was getting pretty late so you two decided to call it a night. You and Erik made it to his car, put the bags in the backseat, and got into the car. Erik sat still for a second before turning towards you.

“Gimme your phone.” He said with a blank face.

“Why?”

“Because if you want to go on another shopping spree, then you can just call me and i’ll put it in my schedule.” He said with a smile.

“Okayy.” You gave him your phone and he put his number in. He gave you your phone back and smirked. 

You opened the contacts app and found a new contact; “Sugar Daddy 😈💵🖤”

“Nigga I know you didn’t-”

“But I did.” He started the car.

“And don’t think about changing it, either!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“anndd... That’s how I met him.” You looked down to see Erik fast asleep on your thigh with his arm still wrapped around your waist. You looked up to look at the comments for a few seconds:

‘sugar daddy?? he was wildin back then-’

‘ya’ll cute or whateva😗’

‘where is erik? he just disappeared-’

“Erik’s still here, he’s just asleep on my lap.”

‘AWWW’

‘But didn’t he say in one of his songs, “We niggas dont sleep??” That’s how you KNOW niggas be lying.”

You chuckled and started to stroke the side of his face, which made him smile in the sleep a little.

“Alright guys, I’m going to end the live here. Bye!” You whisper-yelled to the phone.

‘byee!’

‘Awh... Byee!!’

‘take care!’

‘Don’t forget to call a homeboy up if homie isn’t treating you right 😉😜😏’

You rolled your eyes and ended the live.

All that was left to do was to get Erik on the bed.

Oh boy..

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[sonofnjobu]

Hello, Heyyy! How are you? Here’s my request: Erik returns to the states from Wakanda. When he initially left, he broke up with y/n with little to no explanation. To his surprise, he finds out y/n had HIS baby... I’d love to see what their first interaction would be like

Here you go!

A/N: Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

Néo

Erik stood patiently and silently in line. Every five minutes or so he could take two steps forward, and finally he reached the assistance desk. He lowered his hood and looked up at the squirrely, European teen in front of him.

“Hey, Luuk.” Erik’s voice was still raspy and his sides hurt when he spoke.  He hadn’t given himself time to properly heal after being stabbed four days ago.

Luuk looked surprised to see him. Almost as if he had seen a ghost and began to fumble the papers on his desk.

“Keep cool, man. I just need to pick up what I left with you.”

A little over a year ago, Erik had charged Luuk, a new luggage handler, with storing a single suitcase for him at the Amsterdam Central Station. Erik had paid the young boy €2000 in cash to make sure the bag remained undisturbed until the day he returned.

Erik was honestly amazed Luuk had held down the job. Teenagers were fickle. But he had made the boy feel as though he were part of a top secret operation, and no good agent would ever leave his post.

Luuk handed Erik a small orange key he’d been keeping around his wrist with a stretched out hairband. The tan line left after its removal told Erik that Luuk took his task seriously and had kept it on his person the entire year.

“Good looks,” Erik said hoarsely, and disappeared in to the throng of travelers before Luuk could ask him what exactly he’d been guarding.

Erik removed his suitcase from the locker and shuffled in to a handicap stall. He hastily unzipped the bag and dug around for the pill bottle of antibiotics in the side pocket.

After his cousin T’Challa stabbed Erik, he’d dragged his limp body to the medical wing. His younger cousin Shuri had been hesitant to patch Erik up. To be fair, Erik had attempted to kill her merely hours before. She stemmed the bleeding and dressed the wound, but refused to do any further work on him, against the behest of her brother T’Challa.

It was during a row between the two siblings that Erik was able to slip away and out of the castle. Still enhanced by the heart shaped herb’s powers, he was able to run quickly enough to evade recapture. He crossed Wakanda on foot in to the Democratic Republic of Congo where he made a deal with a freight train conductor to get him as far north as possible.

And now he was here, in the bathroom of another train station in the Netherlands.

He popped two of the pills in to his throat and swallowed them dry. He stripped himself of his soot covered clothing and changed in to the simple jeans and t-shirt he’d packed in advance.

Erik perched on the edge of the toilet seat as he shuffled through the myriad of passports in the bag. He couldn’t exactly travel under the name Erik Stevens any more. No one checked your identity on a train, but to get State side, he would have to get on a plane and go through much more sophisticated security.

He couldn’t risk resurfacing so soon when the Udakus were surely looking for him.

He settled on a passport with the name Kelton Topps from Chicago, Illinois, and tucked the others back in to the depths of a vibranium lined pocket. His hands fell on his old cellphone and a prepaid sim card.

Erik popped the card in to the body of the phone and turned it on. The phone lit up for only a moment, just enough to show him if he had any messages. He didn’t expect any. This was one of his many numbers, and only other operatives should know them.

30 Voice Messages.

Erik tried to play one, but the phone died after “Erik, this is Y/N.”

He slammed the top of his suitcase shut and ran out to the waiting area of the train station. Erik found an outlet and dropped his bag, struggling to plug in the phone.

He waited impatiently for it to charge.

How did you get that number? Why were you leaving him messages? Why would you even want to speak to him after he unceremoniously dumped you over power and the Wakandan throne.

He’d tried not to think about it. Logistically, it wasn’t safe for you to be involved with him while he took over the country. Caring about people is a point of weakness that is so easily exploited. He’d pushed his love for you deep in to the pit of his stomach, and never planned to let it reemerge unless he succeeded. If he didn’t, you were better off without him.

It took everything in Erik not to touch the phone and let it charge fully before he boarded the train to Paris.

“Hey, ba—uh… Erik. It’s me. Y/N. We really need to talk. Call me back. Bye,”

BEEP

“Wow, really? Not only did you break up with me but you left the whole damn city? Your apartment’s empty? That’s fucking whack, Erik.”

BEEP

“I don’t know what kind of soul searching bullshit you’re on right now, but you need to call me back. It’s important.”

BEEP

“This is so immature. I thought we had something. You’ve got me out here looking crazy… calling you and crying all the time. You know what? Nah. Don’t ever talk to me again.”

BEEP

“I just took a bunch of those tests over at Lea’s house. I’m pregnant, Erik. Call me back.”

Erik’s heart skipped. He replayed the message once more. And again before he moved on to the next one.

“I just don’t understand what happened. One moment we’re on track to get married. Next minute you’re gone and I’m single and pregnant. I can’t believe you turned me in to a stereotype, Erik!”

BEEP

“I have my first ultrasound, today. I don’t know if you care but…” there was a shuffling sound and someone in the background asked if you were ready.

DUN dun DUN dun DUN dun DUN dun

“That’s the heart beat…”

The time gap between each message got longer and longer as if you were giving up on him ever picking up.

“This shit doesn’t even ring.”

BEEP

“It’s a girl. What do you think of the name Kadijah? Or Néo?”

BEEP

This time you were just crying. Erik clenched his jaw as tears ran down his cheek. A trolley cart offering snacks rolled by and Erik turned away, attempting to hide his face in to the window.

“FUCK YOU, ERIK STEVENS! Fuck you! I can’t even put you as the father on the birth certificate cause you aren’t here. You have to sign an acknowledgement. Answer your fucking phone!”

The more bitter your voice got, the harder it was for Erik to hold back his tears.

He hadn’t known.

He thought he’d made the right choice, but instead he was living out his worst fear… leaving his child without a father. He inhaled sharply once and immediately grabbed at his side. The tears burned at the brims of his eyes.

Fuck.

The train couldn’t move fast enough.

Erik played the messages over and over, particularly the one with the heartbeat. He could hardly stand to turn the phone off while he was aboard the plane. When he landed, he hastily turned it back on.

Much to his surprise, it rang.

He pressed the button as quickly as he could and croaked out a dry, “Hello?”

The line was silent for a moment.

“Erik?” you whispered in disbelief.

Erik’s chin quivered a bit and he reached up to still it before he spoke.

“I’m sorry” was all he could muster. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Erik broke, no longer cognizant of the pain in his side. He couldn’t say anything else. He couldn’t even begin to explain to you what had happened. What he had done. Why he had left.

“Where are you?” you said quietly, surprised by your response. You had anticipated being angry. But there was something in Erik’s voice that let you know it wasn’t what you’d thought.

“LAX.”

“Stay there. We’re coming to get you.” You hung up.

Forty-five minutes later, with shaking hands, you unbuckled your daughter from her car seat. At four months she was so stoic and well behaved. You didn’t bother to strap her to your chest, just carried her in your arms through the sliding doors to baggage claim.

It took you a while to find Erik.

He was seated, slumped over and defeated looking on a bench. He was so unlike how he was when he left you. Something had gone seriously wrong.

But his eyes lit up as you approached him. He looked relieved. He stood.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, like a broken record.

“Not now,” you told him. “I don’t want that to be the first thing you ever say to your daughter.”

You gingerly handed the bundle over to Erik. She was tiny in his massive arms.

“Say hello to Néo.”

“Hello, Néo,” Erik cooed. The smile that stretched across his face made his entire body feel warm. He instinctually began to bounce a little bit at the knees. “I’m your daddy.”

Néo squirmed a bit in her swaddling and her wide little nose scrunched up before her chubby cheeks pulled up in to a smile.

“I’m home.”

[Masterlist]

[n-jadaddy]

Streetcar

Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

This is my first time at this rodeo so go easy on me,teehee. The song that inspired me to write this is called StreetCar by Daniel Caesar. Enjoy!

Let me know

Do I still got time to grow?

Things ain't always set in stone

That be known let me know

“Welcome to New York City!” Sounds of the bus coming to a halt echo through the terminal causing you to jolt awake from your nap. “Damn, we here already?” You shield your eyes and stretch your arms wide as the bright overhead lights flickered on. “Watch your step, don’t forget your to grab your luggage from under the bus, and have a safe night.” With that, the driver stepped off the bus and assisted passengers with their bags. You continue to gather your book bag and black pea coat as the lasting passengers file off the bus, once together you stand and follow behind them. The winds were surprisingly brisk, nothing you weren’t use to but  you should’ve brought a bigger coat. ‘I should get somewhere warm.’ You thought buttoning your coat as far as it goes and rushing into the station, past the judgemental eyes of travelers wondering why you were wearing a thin coat in 20 degree weather. Reaching for your phone you press the home button, once, twice, nothing. Just the battery low symbol reminding you that you let your phone die before you left the city,you’d rather not be in contact with anyone. “Guess I’m doing this the old fashioned way” You walked through the revolving door of the station into the cold night air again, this time closing your coat tighter around you to conceal some warmth. Holding your thumb outward patiently waiting for a taxi to pull over your way but they all stopped the people either a few blocks ahead or a few blocks behind you. “Prejudice as hell” you mumbled it under your breath, just as you’re about to give up, a taxi pull up in front of you. Thank god. Anymore time out there you'd be frozen to death.

“Thank you so much, I’ve been waiting forever. I thought I’d never get a ride.” you chuckle sliding into the cab placing your bag next to you.

“No problem, you looked cold as hell in that itty bitty ass coat” the driver laughed. His voice was surprised you, it was musky, deep, and warm enough to make you forget about the weather outside the car. Looking up from your seat belt to get a better look at your driver, you were in shock. From what you could see through the rear view mirror, the man was handsome, his eyes dark and his dreads were well kept braided to the back. If only you could see the rest of his face, yo hoped the rest of it lived up to your expectations.

“Where to?”

“Huh?” you were so distracted you didn’t even realize he asked you a question.

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear, damn ma, you deaf or somethin’ I asked you where you going” he was becoming frustrated, he adjusted his mirror to see somewhat of your eyes in the darkness of the car.

“Oh, uhh” you hadn't really thought about where you were going specifically, just that you didn't want to be where you were. “I dont know”

“Huh?” he questioned, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear” you used his words against him.

“Ma, get the hell out of my car” clearly irritated he unlocked the door.

“Wait! I'm not from around here, I dont really know where to go” you protested, hoping he'd reconsider and let you stay.

“I should’ve known, you wearin that small ass coat.” he locked the doors again and pulled away from the bustation taking off down the street. “How about I give you a lil tour then and we’ll see where things go from there” he smirked. You could see a dimple form on the side of his face. ‘Adorable’ you thought to yourself. “Yeah,that sounds great” you smiled and leaned against the window, it’ll be one hell of a cab fair but seeing the city would be worth it in the end, you’ll probably find a hotel while he drove you around.

“Oh yeah, Im YN. YN LN” how rude of you to ask him his name before getting into the car.

“Erik. Erik Stevens” he returned plainly.

  You took a moment to admire the interior of the car, it was clean. Really clean, unlike other taxies you’ve been in, there was a faint smell of cologne, not too strong or soft, it was just right. There was hardly any decorations in the car, just a chain with a ring on the end hanging from the rear view mirror, as a rosary would, you could sense it was important but you didn’t want to question it. It didn’t seem like any of your business.

Seems like street lights, glowing, happen to be

Just like moments passing in front of me

So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare

A faint sound of music coming from the radio to kill the awkward silence. However, that wasn’t enough for him. “So, where you from” Erik looked toward you through the mirror. “Oh, I’m from Chicago” you glanced back. “Aw, word? That’s surprising, I’d  think you’d know better that to wear that thin ass coat outside then, it’s cold as fuck out there. Got you on the street shakin like a stripper in church.” You rolled your eyes, you could sworn you heard him smack his teeth at your action but you chose to ignore it. “It’s alright, I didn’t want anything weighing me down”  hence why you only have your backpack with you, and that only contains your portable easel, some brushes, and your Macbook. “Hm, so how long you stayin?” “Uh, I don’t really know” “You just all over the place, huh ma.” “Well I know but I don’t. I’ll just be here until my feet take me somewhere else. could be days, weeks, years, even hours. I know where I’m supposed to be, I’ll know once I get there. You know?” You stare outside the window, the streets were surprisingly empty for a city that never sleeps. The lights reflecting off of the buildings were intense,mesmerizing, and inspiring. They focused themselves on the taxi as it moved through the night, like a spot light it made you feel as if  you two were supposed to be the only ones in existence. “Yeah, I know” he agreed. “But I’d rather have a plan. Something I can sit with for a while and perfect it until it’s foolproof. I know where I’m going too but I just can’t base that shit on feeling tho, sometimes they can be deceiving and lead you to a dead end rather than your destination. I get you though ma, I’d rather be on the move than sittin in these streets.” he was right, you should’ve thought about this before you left the city. You couldn’t keep doing this every time something went wrong, and if you were to do it again, at least book a hotel first.

“You right” you admitted something you didn't do often

“Damn right i'm right I can't remember a time I was wrong.” he turned the car down another street full of colorful lights and giant lit up billboards with random advertisements. “Since you a tourist, I should show you some tourist shit, this is Times Square don't nobody really come here but tourist who most likely get finessed.” Erik pointed at each building and tried to explain them the best he could, he didn’t know what most of them were called. He just identified them as ‘the one with the big ass lights’ or ‘ the one with the little ass lights.

“You not from here are you?” you asked, trying to look at him the best you could, through your teary eyes from laughing too hard, it’s been awhile since you’ve done that.

“Nah, I’m from Oakland. I moved here after I had a run in with my cousin a couple years back” you weren't going to ask why, you knew your limits and it seemed as if he wasn't going to answer them if you asked anyway, and you didn't want to ruin the moment. You just readjusted yourself and looked out the window.

“What about you, why you here?”

You didn't know how you felt telling a stranger about your personal information but since he shared a little bit about him you'd share the bare minimum with him. “Some stuff back home happened and I decided to remove myself from the situation and come here, it was last minute but I needed to leave.” you couldn't go into detail otherwise you'd cry again, you’ve been strong for weeks now it was time to stop crying and move on, no matter how much you loved him he would want you to. You just couldn’t stop thinking about what you were suppose to do together, get married, have kids. But he had to  fight, what did he have to prove? He was already an amazing boxer as is, he just had to fight in that match. And now he’s gone.

Life just ain't fair

Erik could sense the tension grow inside the car and he changed the subject. “Let's go get something to eat, I’m buyin. You've been out and about and I’m sure you're starving”

“Yeah, thank you.” you blink back your tears and smile.

Erik pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour pizza parlor because he sworn up and down that Chicago’s pizza was trash compared to New York’s. He pulls into the parking lot and stops the car. He gets out the car and walks toward the doors, “let's go princess!” he calls out you rush out and jog to catch up behind him.  Erik was taller than you thought, and swole as hell. He remind you of someone.

“I’m not a princess.” you stated crossing your arms and dropping your hip. He turns around fully facing you for the first time since you met and you were at lost for words. “Then what are you, princess?”

‘Adonis?’ you uncross your arms and stepped closer to him. This is impossible, Donnie died after in match a month ago but Erik looked so similar to him, everything down to the slightest detail, minus the dreads and the scruffy beard. You both looked into each others eyes, it was like you were lost in time, like you're supposed to be there for the rest of your life. You reach up to touch his face just in case it was your imagination but he grabs your hand, it feels just like his. “ you good, YN? You look like you're about to cry” you stepped back away from Erik and wiped a stray tear away. “Yeah, let's go eat.” you smile up at him.

See I know my destination, I'm just not there

[crazyfreckledginger]

[x] Gif Credit

“You’re not the son of a king, you’re the son of a murderer!” He yelled. T’Challa turned towards his mother and (Y/N), his eyes telling a different story. Suddenly, his glare hardened as he gazed back to Erik, who had been intently staring at his friend.

“Don’t look at them like that or you will regret it!” He whispered harshly, leaning in front of him to block his view on (Y/N)

[wakandascrystal]

Ｆｏｏｌｉｓｈ

T'Challa x Black Reader

Summary: T'Challa has been neglecting you for the longest time. You find out why?

A/N - Hi 🌸. Did you miss me?  Cause I missed you. Anyway. Work,school and my personal life have made it their personal mission to stress me out so I don’t enjoy my one true love …BlackPanther FanFiction. But my cousin lent me her laptop and I was able to put this fic together before she needed it back. sorry for any mistakes Enjoy

“Did you see how Yolanda was looking at Tepho…they are definitely seeing each other." 

You waited for a response from T'Challa. 

Nothing, but never the less you carried on.

"I’m glad they spoke with each other about their feelings. Love is so exciting don’t you think?”

He said nothing. 

He probably wanted to be alone and you were there, gossiping away about the servants who everyone knew where hooking up.

You sat up from the leather seats in his office to give him space. Even the stretching of the leather against your body made you cringe. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked like he needed silence. His eyes were focused on the notes he was writing. The pen gliding on the page. You quickly said farewell and left him alone. He didn’t respond.

As soon as you left, closing the door behind you. Your heart sunk. You didn’t know why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Ever since you came back from the women’s conference in Brazil. He has been less talkative and less himself. N'Jadaka noticed as well. 

He thought he had food poisoning cause there is was no way he could be genuinely mad at you. You didn’t do anything. You know you didn’t. But you were too afraid to ask. So you just carried on being a good wife. 

It was 6:30 PM and everyone was waiting on the king so they could start eating dinner. The Queen, N'Jadaka, his wife Aaliyah,  Okoye ,W'Kabi and Bucky. Shuri was too busy in her lab to come join.

“Man I’m hungry are you going to call his ass down here or what?“

You really didn’t want to. You felt like a nursence to him all ready. You didn’t want to face him. Well not alone anyway.

“…Maybe we can start …without him.“  Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart. We can’t eat without him if he is in the palace. He is the king. He needs to start the meal.“ She had pleading eyes since you had kept her up to date with what was happening in your relationship with Thcalla and she with hers with N'Jadaka.

“Okay I will request his presence.“ The lack of excitement in your voice didn’t sit well with the Queen.

“Stay put my dear I will go speak with my son.“ It felt like a wave of relief washed over you. You couldn’t believe how happy you were to be saved from talking to your own husband. You hated the feeling but you were glad to see Romanda’s white crystal train from her dress follow her out the door. 

“So how long is he going to act like a child.“  Aaliyah whispered into your ear.

“His behavior worries me more then anything. I’m trying to not take it personally.“

“Your husband has not touch, kissed, fucked or barely spoken to you in 2 weeks and your choosing to not take it personally.“

You repeat her whole question in your mind, breaking it up in halves so you could understand her sarcasm.

“Yes…Yes i am…. shhh.. there he is…“ You shushed her like a schoolgirl when they entered. T’challa looked tired and used. The difference between the Queen and her son was clear. Her head was up when she walked unlike Tchalla, his head was low and he seemed uncertain with him movements. You hated how he carried himself. One of the reason you fall for him was his confidence, you had to speak to him. For once since coming back you had to talk about his behavior.

After a long and an uneventful meal everyone left for their rooms. Aaliyah and N'Jadaka left hand in hand, Queen Romanda , Okoye, Bucky and W'Kabi left the reigning King and Queen in the Royal dining hall. The silence was unbearable and you think you only felt it. 

“Tchalla“ you called out to him and he didn’t respond.

“I’m leaving in 3 days“ He said it in a low voice you barely heard him.

“3 days. Where are you going?“ 

“…Nigeria. For a short while. It will be a days trip.“ He said nothing more. He pushed himself out of the golden table and walked away. Normally he would pull your chair out for you and walk with your to your room but not anymore. The 8 guards who surrounded the hall stood still, backs up against wall as you stared at nothing wondering where your marriage went wrong. 1 hour past and you were still in the same position, that was more than enough time for you to collect yourself. 

You started your nightly routine. A hot shower, hair care, skin care, a glass of water, 2 chapters of your favorite book then some needed sleep. It went smoothly since T'challa wasn’t there. To your knowledge he was in his office doing lord knows what. You wanted to be asleep before he come back so you would face him. later you learnt you had rushed yourself over nothing. He didn’t come back until later into the night. Your eyes had been sealed shut around 10 and he joined you at 2 o'clock in the morning. To make matters worse he woke up and left before you woke up so you didn’t even get to see him.

A week later you and Aaliyah had to meet up with the Women’s league of Wakanda, just North of the capital. You said nothing to her the whole trip there. You couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful mountainous landscape and waterfalls that laid under the aircraft. You were to busy trying to figure out what is making T'challa neglect you.

Somehow you make it through the event, you remember nothing and no one. Aaliyah does you the biggest favor and doesn’t speak about it. Not even once. you wished you could reward her for that.

When the the aircraft lands back home at the palace. No one is waiting for you Just N'Jadaka waiting to walk his lovely wife back inside. Tears threatening to fall. You could feel them. They pulled your energy down and as well as your soul. You wounded the halls of the palace not sure where to go. Your biggest fear at that moment was not death or anything else but it was running into your husband. You hated how he made you feel. overnight he went from being the most loving and accommodating husband to an unfriendly man. The worst part is you didn’t know why. You wish he would tell you because you would fix it.

You would. You would do anything to go back to how things were.

You run into Queen Ramonda in the east wing halls. She had 2 workers behind her. They seemed to be moving furniture.

“Oh Y/N the person i wanted to see. Please meet me in the garden ,I will join you shortly.“ You gave her a weak smile and started making your way to the Queens garden. When you get there you meet another 2 female workers preparing tea and scones. they left when you arrive. The enclosed garden is filled with roses and sunflowers. Your favorite, lilies and other wildflowers as well. You feel the Queen’s hand on you shoulder moments later.

“You seem deep in thought my dear.” You offer her that weak smile again. “It’s been a long week” You confess. “Have some tea.” She poured you a cup and you both took sips at the same time.

“You should talk to him.“ You almost spat your tea out. Romanda was the last person you wanted to know you and Tchalla were going through something.

“How did you know?“ She took another sip

“I think you forget I was married to an Udaku Man-“ She smirks “-and i’m not an idiot. Something is going on and you need to fix it before it becomes serious.”

“Iv tried so many times he just shuts me out. You know he barely comes home at night. He stays in that study of his all the time. I believe he stays there to avoid me.“ You couldn’t look at her. She was so beautiful and graceful that you felt so foolish sharing your problems.

“I really love your son..but I dont think he loves me anymore. I’m afraid to say“ You felt her hand on your knee. You could see she really cared about you and your worries. She was your mother. She cared like one and loved like one.

“My son is a lot of things Y/N but he is not an stupid…..I’m sure he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize your relationship. I will never forget how he cried when he first saw you in your wedding dress. Hmm?“ She pulled a small cloth out and wiped your tears. “…I know for a fact that golden dress wasn’t the reason he got emotional.“ 

“Go talk to him. Go now my child.“ She helped you up and walked you to the entrance of his office from her garden. You felt empowered, she made you feel like that.

You walked in alone without knocking. Tchalla was on the brown leather couch on the other side of the office. His back faced you as you marched to him. He looked busy and you didn’t. For once you didn’t mind disrupting his focus on something. You didn’t feel guilty or out of line, you were ready to giving him the reality of your relationship. 

“T'challa Udaku !“ He didn’t stop paging through the loose papers on his wooden table.

“Udaku!” you raised your voice this time but getting nothing from the King.

“I didn’t take your last name just so you would ignore me like this.“ 

“Is there something you need from me Y/N, I am busy at the moment.“

The rage was red and hot. It bubbled from the bottom of stomach upwards. You felt hot and angry. You were ready to fight him but you knew you wouldn’t win. He was the black panther. He could hear you heart rate beat faster as you clenched and unclenched you fists. In a quicky movement you pulled all the papers he was working with and the scattered them in one movement away from him on to the floor. He was shocked. This was not your typical behaviour. You were calm and polite never savage and rude but he was making you like this. What exactly did he expect.

He wanted to see what you were going to do next, you didn’t want him to move away from you like he was starting to do so you straddled him. Throwing you thigh over his lap. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?!“ You looked into his eyes. He tried to push you off . You didn’t want to fail this time. So many times you tried to talk to him and get to the bottom of this mess and you failed but right was not going to be a repeat of that.

“Y/N get off me.“ He warned 

“Im sorry but I have to reject that request.“

“It was not a requested more a command.“ His voice was deep and he sounded annoyed.

“The only way. I’m going to getting off your lap is if Okoye,your personal guard takes me off you, which is impossible because she is arranging everything for you visit to Nigeria…or just throw me off yourself.“ He licked his lips as he tolerated your mischief.

“I guess you leave me no choice.“ His hands snake to your waist and you felt him began to lift you. You didn’t want to move. you wanted to stay on him. You started to panic, fearing going back to what ever your marriage was at this point. 

In a bold move you planted your lips on his. The cherry gloss you had acted as lubricant so you could make the kiss deeper. You were certain he was going to reject you. You didn’t know how you would have dealt with that type of rejection from your own husband. You had dug your own grave but somehow, some way he didn’t push you away but pulled you closer.

It was as if he missed your touch. Like he wanted the moment to last. This confused you. The need he was showing confused you. The way his large hands held on to your hips and back confused you. why would he act like you don’t exist if his body still wanted you, if it still responded to you. The sounds of sucking and lips smacking made you feel good. The sound of progress… that until he pulled you abruptly away. Eyes dark with his graze. He looked angry

“Get off me.“ That was his 100% dont messy with right voice. You knew it. very well. He had used it with Erik a while back when he tried to steal the country and with some of the Avengers.

“I’m tired of your shit. It’s been a mouth and we haven’t had a simple conversation. Your acting like a baby …your scaring me…your embarrassing me. Every single person in this palace thinks i’ve done something to anger you, when i’ve done nothing. Your punishing me for nothing! I have DONE NOTHING!“ 

You got of his lap before you started yelling. You dont ever remember raising your voice this much at Tchalla before. Never. 

He just sat there and took it. Waiting for you to finish.

“Nothing? You did nothing?“ He asked you in a low voice, laced with sarcasm.

You didn’t answer. Just staring at him.

“….What was his name?“ 

“Who?“ you answered impolitely

“Y/N ….I was minding my own business, getting some important things done-“ You cut him off “Is our….dying relationship not important?“

“That is not what I meant.“

“Then what did you mean …my King?“

“..Maybe if you let me finish you would know?”

You stepped closer to him when he stood up. You needed to show him you weren’t afraid.  Even though he towered of you. You needed to face him head on. 

“I asked you a question. What was his name?“ 

“I’m going to the king to be more specific?“ You crossed your arms 

“…The man you fucked in Brazil“

You step back from, your face fall as your brain tried to understand what he just said.

“What the fuck are you saying. I was alone. The whole trip. Why the hell would I sleep with someone else? “

“Then explain this?“ he held up his writs to his Kimoyo beads. The screen lit up and he proceeded to show you a video. 

You could see the door of the hotel room being open. Who ever took this video must have snuck past the 3 guards that were supposed to be on duty that night. 

Fear struck in to your heart when you finally realized what Tchala had seen.You looked up at his face, he was starting at the screen. You wanted to stop the video and explain. You wanted the room to cave in and take you away from this. You didn’t mean for this to get to him. You bit your lip and carried on watching.

The person who was filming, opened the your bedroom door slowly. At that moment your moans could be heard. They where high pitched and needy. They were weak but clearly audible. All the frame shot was your brown leg on one of the big white pillows and the messy bedding and then it come to its ending. Your heart stopped. You deemed yourself lucky that that was all that could be seen. You wanted to run away from him and not have to deal with his eyes.

“I can explain..“

“Go ahead.“

“”Tchalla I was lonely…I was there for 3 weeks..without you. I missed you so much. This is so embarrassing…….I wanted you to be there with me. You know this…. It was one time Tchalla. “

“Do you hear yourself Y/N? You cheated on me and you - “

“Wait….cheated. Tchalla Im so confused. You have been treating me like this all this time cause you think I cheated on you.“

“Then what is this-“

“OMG T'CHALLA I WAS TOUCHING MYSELF …AND THAT IS A SHADOW FROM THE BIG PILLOW NOT A PERSON…OR A MAN!!….DID YOU THINK I WAS WITH SOMEONE ELSE???“ your eyes were about to pop out because of this man. He really was pushing it

“what was i -“ Tchalla tries to defend himself.

“No! You Don’t get to speak. This whole time your been keeping me out and shouting me out cause of this. Tchalla Im lucky this didn’t get in the hands of someone who would have uploaded it. I’m the Queen for Gods sake…. that would have destroyed me.“

You were so relieved to finally know why he was actually mad at you but you were also mad at him. Why didn’t he just ask you the day you got home?

“Calm yourself My Queen“ He went to pour himself a glass of whisky ..leaving your side. He had a smile on his face. You missed it. T'challa was happy to know you actually weren’t unfaithful. You missed him calling you his Queen but you couldn’t show him that, you were angry at your King.

“So…“ He took a small sip “….You were touching yourself.” He was back to his cocky self…you were not ready for that right now. 

“I’m leaving …have a safe trip to Nigeria.“ You turned to leave him but he reached for your waist just in time.

“Don’t you think we need to talk…about the video.“ He was teasing you.

“No i’m not going to talk….“ You teased back. You weren’t sure if everything was back to normal or not .You were really hoping he wasnt mad anymore. He had no reason to be.

You gave him a small kiss to get his attention. “Did you really think I was with someone else?” he didn’t say anything just giving you disappointed look.

“You owe me a vacation for this.“

“I’m really sorry my Queen..We can go wherever you want.“

“Okay.“ You wanted to ask him what would make him think you would step out. More questions piled on in your mind and he could see you were over thinking. Tchalla felt bad, he really did. He was just very bad at showing his true emotions … if they made him feel vulnerable. 

“Who took that video. I’m so mad. That was an invasion of my privacy”

“Don’t worry. She was reprimanded for her actions…and the guard who were supposed to keep you safe.“

“You didn’t kill them did you?“ 

“I should of. That could have been a crazy person who wanted to hurt you…when you were busy…pleasing yourself.“

“Fuck it Tchalla, Im out.“ You had never seen him smile so much. You loved it. 

“I’ll see you at dinner.“ You gave him another kiss on his lips before leaving him. when the doors to his study closed shut, you sent him a message on your Kimoyo beads.

“Don’t ever scare me like that“

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Summertime Magic XII

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I know it has been a very long time, like years, but I have been going through a lot of stuff like depression, panic attacks, and just an all-around mess. BUT I AM BACK AND HERE TO STAY.

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Warning: No warning but ... nope, you gotta read it.

Song Recommendation: Honest Kiana Lede

Word Count: 2665

“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in a cleaner to get rid of all the blood they drew together as a team, in the distance.

~

“Daka, have you seen my keys”, Y/N asked as she looked through the multiple purses of her home while N’Jadaka was in the kitchen washing dishes. “Nah, baby. I haven’t. Did you check ya jeans you wore last night?”

“That was the first thing I checked, baby”, Y/N walked out of her bedroom wearing a camel-toned satin pencil skirt with a black turtleneck and matching heels; her hair was laid with a seamless 1B lace front wig cut into a bob, left side tucked behind her ear. Daka turned his head in her direction and started to walk up to her. “Look at my queen, looking like she looking.” He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. “Baby, I gotta go”, Y/N said as she pouted. Daka growled in her ear and said “Nah, you don’t” before smacking her plush bottom. Y/N felt all heated up but knew the business had to be dealt with at the shop. It had been a month and the team was finally chosen, eight nail techs, four barbers and beauticians, and a whole lot more. “Aht aht. None of that. Momma got to go have this business meeting, my love. And besides, don’t you have to be at the center today anyway.”

“Ah, shit. You right”, N’Jadaka said as he dried his hands off. The grand opening was in a week for the center and everything had to be perfect. “Shuri been bugging me about that. The fam was supposed to be all here, but T is in New York, M is in the ATL and Shuri is gonna be in Florida opening the other centers.” Y/N listened as she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge; she noticed her keys were by the door. “Well, they are here in spirit. OK, I will see you tonight for dinner, right?”

“Oh, for sure. It’s at Leslie’s?” Y/N nodded as she smiled and said, “yes and you can meet my Godson, Izaiah.” N’Jadaka grinned adding, “I can’t wait to meet little man, baby. I know he is gonna be a good kid.” She looked at him as she walked back to the door. “Well, my baby is very much on the shy side. It would take a while for him to get warmed up to you.”

“What is he into? Like coloring, video games, what?”

“Eh, a little bit of everything. But I gotta go. Love you, baby”, and like that she was gone. N’Jadaka looked at his watch and ran off to the room to get ready. He looked over what he chose to wear again to make sure, a black sweater with matching slacks and loafers. When he was finished, he heard some movement in his living room. With his Navy tactic instincts, he listened carefully as he crept in. Suddenly, something told him to grab and pull which he did. He pulled down a slightly heavy object and flipped it over his shoulder; when he looked to see what or who it was, his older cousin chuckled heartedly. “T, what the Hell? You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I am sorry, cousin N’Jadaka. I thought it would be an amazing surprise to see your dear cousin.” The cousins dear their royal salute and chuckled at how T’Challa startled the Prince. “I thought you were in the Big Apple. Go ahead and sit. Get comfortable”, Daka said as he heads to the kitchen. As T’Challa sat on the couch, N’Jadaka asked “you want anything while I’m in here, cuz.”

“Water will be fine. I see you added a few new pictures around, dear cousin.” T’Challa had lifted up the golden framed picture and grinned; it was a photo of N’Jadaka and Y/N at what seemed to be a wedding. He wore a navy suit with a white button-down and his hair braided back; she wore a beautiful, tasteful burgundy sheer gown with her hair in a low bun and golden jewelry. As he placed the photo down, N’Jadaka handed him his water and sat on the armchair near the couch. “Well, Y/N will be a beautiful princess one day and from Shuri’s mouth, she is quite the woman.  She could not stop speaking highly of her once she came back.” N’Jadaka leaned back into his chair and agreed to say “yeah, my baby is something special.” T’Challa sipped from his bottle and noticed his cousin grinning into space. As he leaned to place his bottle on a lonely coaster, he asked “well, when will you tell her you are THE prince of Wakanda?”

N’Jadaka side-eyed his cousin and uttered “it’s not the right time, T. One day, but not now.” T’Challa lay back on the couch and folded his leg over his other knee. “If you love Y/N then why hide who you REALLY are? You are the Prince of Wakanda and a part of one of the wealthiest families, there is. You live in a lavish part of California near the hills and you have an underground garage for cars. How does she not know or expect you are basically worth trillions?” N’Jadaka leaned forward, elbows knees, and said “she been busy with her shop, and besides, I don’t want her to end up being like every woman I have been with. Cuz, I had multiple women claiming I gave them a baby but how can I do that as a virgin? What we got pregnant orally”; this made T’Challa laugh and boom around the area. “Ah, yes. You are talking about Ashley, Veronica, and Francesca.”

“Yeah, those ‘women’ only wanted to take pictures and pretend it was their shit. I’m just glad Shuri can hack people’s phones and whatnot. But I just gotta make sure Y/N is really the one, T. That’s all.” N’Jadaka looked at the time on his phone and placed it on the table; T’Challa noticed the picture on the screen of the couple. “I have 20/20 vision, Prince N’Jadaka, so that means I can clearly see that she is the one you will marry and have multiple babies with.  I have yet to meet her but Shuri has told me nothing but good things about her. You should not doubt that she isn’t. Father has taught you that before he passed away.”

“I know but-“

“Aht aht, no buts, Prince. Y/N is the only. I can see it already.”

“I agree with your cousin, N’Jadaka”, N’Jadaka heard coming from the secret elevator. There he stood’ 6’5, around 250 or more in brown dress pants, wool turtleneck, and suede slipper. N’Jadaka stood and gave his good friend brotherly love. “Baku, you look good man. I see you not dressing like a hobo anymore”; M’Baku laughs while he faked like he was going to hit him in the gut. “I wanted to come to visit before my trip to Trinidad for a month or so. I had to see about this overly flashy garage of yours but also to hear about the lovely Y/N in person.”

“You tryna ease up on my lady, bro?”

“Her, no. A sister, twin or cousin that looks exactly her, yes most definitely”, M’Baku said matter of factly while the men looked at one another. “Well, MY baby is that shop handling business and away from you, horn ball”. Suddenly, the door opened and the men turned to see a woman coming in. “Come in, Leslie. We can get the-"; the ladies stopped when the N’Jadaka was with two men. “Oh, hey baby. I am so sorry. I came to get the paperwork for my employees. We can wait until you’re done.” N’Jadaka walked to her and hugged Leslie, and gave his lady a kiss on the forehead. “Never apologize, baby girl. That is why I gave you the key to come and go as you please. I wanna introduce you to my friend, M’Baku, and my cousin, T’Challa.” When Y/N looked at Leslie, she smiled, and waved at the two then looked between her and N’Jadaka. “While y’all talk, Ima go to the back and look for those papers”, Leslie said as she fixed her power suit and gave the men slight bows to pass by; M’Baku watched as she passed by and waited until she disappeared. “Is she attached to anyone”, M’Baku asked and Y/N smiled. “Married actually with a child if I may add.” M’Baku held his head down in defeat as a joke as T’Challa smacked him on the chest and made his way over to Y/N. “Hello, Y/N. It is finally nice to meet you in person and now I see what Shuri said about your beauty is truth.”

“She is very sweet and telling by your accent like Shuri’s is that you are actually born and raised in Wakanda”; T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka to see that his eyes squinted right before Y/N looked at where he changed into a smiley expression. “Yes, I sure am.”

“Ooo, how is it? I’ve heard it's beautiful. I tried looking up pictures, but I couldn’t find any pictures.”

“Well, that is because we are like a very private location. You know, to keep intruders-.”

“And colonizers”, N’Jadaka said cutting of T’Challa. T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka before looking back at Y/N. “I guess he is right.” They heard Leslie’s heels click against the ground and turned with the files in hand. “Alright, girly. Let’s get a move on. We got lost to do tonight.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. I guess I will see more of you soon”, Y/N said and T’Challa nodded. Leslie touched N’Jadaka’s shoulder and said, “see you tomorrow night, and don’t forget the drinks.”

“Bye, my baby”, Y/N said before Leslie gently pushed her out and closed the door. N’Jadaka smiled at the door before M’Baku asked “so, her friend. Is that a real situation with her husband and child or”, with a mouth full of washed, crunchy celery; the men looked at him as he shrugged and kept eating.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom in nothing, but an all-black bra and panty set staring at two outfit options; a light blue jean dress with a matching jacket a brand new black Timberlands that N’Jadaka bought, or a yellow sundress and sandals. N’Jadaka was in the mirror standing there in a white tee and black combat cargo. He peeked over at Y/N holding up the outfit up to her frame as she looked in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame and looked over her outfit. “Ain’t it too cold to wear a dress. It’s like 50 degrees outside and besides, they said to be comfortable and warm since we are eating in the backyard.”

“Yeah but it’s pretty.”

“Yes, it’s very pretty and you are beautiful, but I don’t want you catching a cold because it’s ‘cute.’ What about jeans, basic with a jacket and ya Timbs.” She turned to look at what he wore and up & down saying “you tryna be twins again, big head.” He walked up to her with hands in his pockets and smiled. “I mean, Ima be warm so I’m just saying that my fit choice makes sense.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile, and she told him “tell you what? What if I wear one of your long sleeve white tees, black jeans with the boots, and my jean vest.”

“Eh, I don’t know”, he said being goofy and it made her hit his forehead softly and he laughed. “So rough. Aight aight fine BUT if you get cold do NOT, AND I do mean DO NOT ask for my jacket, little lady”; she held up her pinky and said, “pinky promise.” He rolled his eyes and he cuffed their fingers together. Soon, she got dressed before doing her hair in a large bun on her head and looked in the mirror, quietly admitting that she actually looked better than this in her jean dress; they hopped in the car and were off. As Y/N led them to the location, they looked around the neighborhood, full of white people and huge houses. N’Jadaka shook his head while observing the people watching their car pass by. Once they finally pulled up, he turned off the car and reached behind him to the backseat, and grabbed his jean jacket along with the bottle of alcohol for the small dinner party. Before he got out he looked at Y/N’s left hand as she applied lip gloss and checked her hair; he stared at the hand with new jewelry before he asked “ya ready, baby?”

“Yeah, ready”; he walked over to her side to open the door, help her out and close the door before wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked. Before she rang the bell, Y/N could hear giggles and pitter-patter passing by inside which made Y/N chuckle. “Leslie is chasing around Izaiah before dinner. It makes him eat a lot which means he will be tired by ten.”

“He goes to bed at ten?”

“If they are lucky. That little boy can get so much energy that he won’t be able to sleep until four.” The door soon opened and revealed Monte smiling big and pulling Y/N into his arm and lifting her up into a big hug. “Monteeeee, ugh. Put me down, you big dummy”, Y/N said as she laughed before Monte put her down. Monte held his arms up and said “welcome to our crib. JD, it’s good to see you again brotha, man”, he said as he gave him a brotherly handshake. “Thanks for inviting me, man.”

“Ah, don’t mention. If you dealing with Y/N, you deserve some love over here”, he stood to the side as they walked in. The ceiling was tall with a silver tinted chandelier that hung midway, two levels of stories, and an archway on both sides of the home. “Whoa, bro. This is a HUGE house”, Y/N said as she looked around; N’Jadaka just did the same, but he knew in his head that his place was bigger, she just didn’t know about it. They heard the giggles and laughs getting closer when a three-year-old toddler ran their way and Y/N scooped him up. “Got ya, stinky butt”, she said before lifting him into the air and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Leslie walked around the corner out of breath and said “hey, y’all. As y’all can see, the little troublemaker was tryna make a getaway.” Y/N held him on her hip while he cuddles into her and said “he should know that when TT is here, it is a wrap”; she tickled his stomach loving his little giggle. N’Jadaka looked over to Leslie and said “hey, I brought the drinks.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll show you the kitchen so we can chill them”, Leslie said as she walked past the group after kissing her husband and son. Once the pair walked into the kitchen, he saw the oakwood countertop and black-white patterned tile ground. “This is nice as fuck. It really is nice, Lez. No cap.”, he said as got to the fridge caressing the dark steel fridge that matched the coffee machine, microwave, and stove/oven. “Thanks, we got them from this appliance shop down the way. You can sit down while they go out. I think we should talk.” N’Jadaka sat on one of the barstools at the island placing his jacket down and Leslie pass the water bottle to him; he opened it and began drinking.

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize.  He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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Social Media Woes *Erik x Reader* (1)

Idea from @supersizemeplz : Would I be pushing it if I wanted someone to make this a fic with Erik? ((Quit liking my posts on social media or we gone end up like this.))

Rated M (no minors allowed)

Taglist: @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @shegoego @brittyevans @iamrheaspeaks @imasmille @blowmymbackout @the-lululemon @destinio1 @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade // @that-chick-103 @cassidylikeszayn @ashleychristina73 @laxativerat @jasmine-j @kaykay0829 @chellllz @sistaskeeper @asweet-serendipity @abeautifulmindexposed @fictionalfantasies @gold3nmind @brooklyn-knights1 @imdiirtydan @quinnbethany @purple-kelpie-child @emoniclark22 @cosmicmelaninflower @mood-alwayssad @badgalteezy @maxyya @gameoverr1​ @wakandaforeverwrites​ @ljstraightnochaser​ @amethyst1993​ @muse-of-mbaku​ @princessstevens​ @supersizemeplz​ @bribrisback​ @killmongersgurl​ @hoopshoney​ @wakanda-inspired​ @daytimeheroicsonly @killmongurl​ @wakanda-4evr​ @thiccdaddy-mbaku​ @maddiestundentwritergaines @bartierbakarimobisson @oceanscorazon @youreadthatright @vikkidc

Disclaimer: Black Panther belongs to Marvel. Just borrowing the characters.

Erik Stevens ^

T'Challa Udaku as Troy:

*******

Your profile picture displayed under one photo.

Two photos.

Four. Eight. Sixteen posts.

Multiply that by thirty.

The young man fumed even more by your serial likes on his Facebook posts. Matters had gotten worse on Instagram.

“She’s a trip, and a trick,” he muttered. “How dare she interfere?”

Without warning, he’d flipped his desk over. His eyes now burned with fire.

“Time to teach her some manners.”

~•~•~

“Oooh, but that's my favourite colour! I wanna see more!”

Your fantasy took a dive as you saved the picture you wanted. A known photographer on campus had captured one of the most beautiful backshots you've ever seen. Without a second thought, the photo was sent to Erik Stevens on Facebook. It's no surprise you've liked all his posts, but who could possibly resist?

His cousin Troy had warned you about serial liking his stuff after class yesterday, but you couldn't care less. Erik was sexy and that's all that mattered.

So the time came for Reading Week, and you haven't seen Erik nor Troy on school grounds.

That's strange.

His Facebook page was deactivated. No sweat - he had other social media you could look at. Only downside…

Your IP address was blocked.

Damn it!

Trish and Shania knocked on your door when you've let them in. “What's up?”

Your voice was void of its usual upbeat vibe. You’ve missed the high and fulfillment of undressing him with your eyes. The sultry sound of his voice. The swag accentuated in his walk.

It didn't help that your brain refused to play nighttime movies with him in them.

“What's wrong?” Shania asked as she entered your room.

“I need to get some Chardonnay Pinot Grigio, so I can calm myself down.”

Shania and Trish exchanged knowing looks. All three of you were halfway through sophomore year, and this high-time drinking wasn't cutting it anymore. Not since Coretta's horrific accident under the influence. It's left a damper on the school community since she was at the top of her class. You've all vowed to keep away from alcoholic beverages until graduation.

Trish approached your closet while Shania took your laptop and unplugged it.

“No more Erik, Y/N,” she said. “I understand where you're coming from, but I'm afraid your obsession with him will do more harm than good.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily. “But he’s got the look. He's the real deal.”

“Damn right he ain't the real deal,” Trish said, selecting your ensemble. “We're going to take our minds off of the stress that school brings, without getting drunk.”

A pout screwed your features as you crossed your arms. “Y'all are so wrong for this. All kinds of wrong! He's the only one that matters to me, and now he hardly exists.”

Trish sighed, while Shania chuckled softly.

“Give him a break. We're going to unwind tonight, and this is also a great opportunity to revisit the early 2000s Era.”

“To the club?” You asked.

“Yes, and it will be lit!” Shania exclaimed, lighting up the mood.

~•~•~

Erik and Troy hung out at Aaron's crib. The older man gave them permission to stick around in this space while Study (Reading) Week was in session at school. No classes, but everyone was encouraged to keep their memories fresh and take care of themselves.

Both cousins, two years apart in age, from an invisible African country, had hidden their true identities from others.

Erik Stevens.

Troy Clue.

When the man of the house disappeared, presumably on his way to work, N'Jadaka and T'Challa reverted back to speaking Xhosa, opened communication with their relatives in Wakanda, and monitored your IP address.

~•~•~

Omarion's “Drop That Heater” blared throughout the hall. The intensity of the music's bass overpowered your body, your heart had an intrinsic connection with it.

It's been four hours now, and the ladies you've kicked it with had decided to call it a night.

Not you, though.

“C'mon Y/N, we've got homework to focus on,” said Shania, who grabbed your arm.

“I agree,” Trish chimed in. “Besides, do we still have Erik and Troy to deal with?”

You shook your head. As the music died down, the DJ played “Do That Thing” by B2K and Lil’ Kim. The crowd went ballistic - no surprise, since the two-time platinum music group was on tour and y'all had little to no chances to attend their live shows. School work had top priority. At least this club was kind enough to celebrate the comeback of millennium artists. Chingy, Pretty Ricky, Lloyd and Ying Yang Twins had also been the jam of tonight.

Without further ado, your small group pulled you out of the club. You didn't drink - y'all had agreed to have genuine fun without getting drunk or high, in the slightest. Huge difference compared to your younger days, and you had every reason to celebrate.

*****

To be continued... Sorry y’all, the next short-short part will come when it chooses to. I have some baby-makin’ to do.

[brattywriters-anonymous]

I’m Never Wrong

Erik x Reader story

Warnings: This story is really long. I’m warning you now. Smut, SoftErik! RedeemedErik!

32 days before Christmas

I gotten in from work pretty late tonight. Working on all of these damn briefs and defenses so I can be case free for the Holidays. Erik hates when I bring work home so I always either don't or I hide it and work in the office when he's out or sleep. Tonight, I chose not to bring it home. The slave ship that is Lawman & Sholtz Associates got fifteen hours out of me today. It's almost 11 PM and I just want a glass of wine in my bed. I walk into a dark foyer and an even darker living room. Erik is usually in there playing Fortnite or Battlegrounds, cursing out little nine year olds on live. This is the quietest my house has ever been since we moved in six months ago! It's truly been an adjustment living with N'jadaka Stevens-Udaku. He is the noisiest, nosiest, grumpiest roommate I've ever had!

That's including my law school roommate, Phoebe. She never liked having company over, same as Erik. She was hella territorial over food that we both bought, same as Erik! They both even have a mean snoring problem. I'm pretty sure if I could find the damn girl and let them meet, they would hit it off they're so much alike!"

Babe?! You home?!" I yell out, silence. I dropped my briefcase, coat, and keys on the floor so I can lose my uncomfortable ass heels. "I know he better be home tonight! He knows it's our.." "Baby! I'm back here! Bring yo ass, woman!" I quickly shimmy out of my pencil skirt and blazer down the hallway. I just know I'm in for a long night tonight. It's our three year anniversary. It's also been two years since I almost lost his dumb ass, tryna chase a throne with nothing but rage and oppression on his heart.

"Hey bae, I'm ba--" FAP! A sharp slap landed on his right cheek, he couldn't even react to it before he felt a jab connect to his left one. "You got some fucking nerve coming back here! Six months N'jadaka!? You said you would be back in a week or two! How the fuck did that turn into six--fucking--months!?" My last three words turned into three more punches. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and used his other hand to push me against the back of the door. "Look baby, I'm sorry. I went to Wakanda and shit went left, okay? I beat my cousin in ritual combat, I thought I killed him. I was about to send the vibranium weapons out to our wardogs and come back to you. Then, he returned. All hell broke loose and.. I died." My eyes grew wide before I could open my mouth to scream he let go of my hands, "Dont! Hear me out, Y/N. I died. T'challa stabbed me in my chest--" He lifted up his shirt to show me the mostly healed wound. "--I told my cousin if he was gonna lock me up, just let me die. Bury me in the ocean. I guess he chose not to lock me up and he saved me. When I came to, he told me that he bought the old apartment building my father and I lived in and made it an outreach resource center, that it would be the first of many.. That he needs my help in running. Even though it's a small step in the direction of progress, it's a step. I gave Cha my word, I'll help him. But I had to come here and explain myself to the love of my life." I shook my head in disbelief. In disbelief of the entire story! How do you die and come back? Can vibranium do that? Wait. "I'm your what-now?" He smirked and kissed my neck gently, "You're the love of my life. I love you, Y/N." I've never heard this man tell me he loved me before today. He's always tip toed around saying it. Even before he left for six months, his last words to me was, 'I care for you so much baby. Swear I'm coming back for you. On my parents. You coming back home with me.' His stubby finger swiped across my cheek wiping the single tear that fell from it, "I'm sorry. I love you." He embraced me as I cried in his arms, "I love you, Erik."

I get to the doorway to be met by pink candles trailing to our master bath and rose pedals spread throughout the layout of our room. Who's cleaning this up? I approached the door frame to see my fine ass man in nothing but a towel, accompanied with two flutes full of champagne. "What is this?" "This is for you, gorgeous." He hands me a glass and I gladly take a sip, I been waiting all day for this. Bollinger Brut Rose, my favorite. I moaned at the bubbles hitting my nose with that sweet aroma. It's what I imagine what heaven must be like. "I been waiting on you to get this bath started. I didn't want the water getting cold so.." He starts filling up the tub as I tell him about my day with these colonizers stressing me out, I thanked him for the lunch and edible arrangement that he sent me. "You ate it all, didn't you?" I raised my eyebrows at his question and throw back the rest of my champagne, "Mhm. You know I love chocolate covered strawberries!" He beams at my response, "Good thing I got two dozen and kept the other one here!" He pulls out a dozen of the delectable fruit on ice. "God, I love you. Have I told you that?" He shrugs, "A time or two." I laugh and jump up, "The bath!"

--

We settle in the bathtub with our refilled glasses and strawberries on hand, then he grabs something else. It's pretty dim in the bathroom so I really can't make out what it is. "Any more surprises, lover boy?" I tilt my head backwards to see his boyish grin as he nods and holds out a ball. "I went to lush." I gasp and squeal "You hate that place baby!" "I know! I wanted to make tonight special for you. I know I ain't always the best. I'm not the happiest camper in the woods all the time, but you put up with that shit. You always make sure I'm as happy as I can be. So I'm tryna make tonight as special as possible for you. For us." I turn myself around to face him and give him a long, passionate kiss. This is single-handedly the best anniversary ever. Especially considering the first was the worst, the second was when he finally came back from Wakanda and that one wasn't any better. He's really making up for that. He breaks our contact, "Damn baby, you gon make me drop it!" "What did you get?" He pondered on the question, "Uh, I told the lady it's our anniversary and you love the place, I told her what smells you didn't like and she gave me this..She said its a..sex bomb I think." I shake my head, "Oh, so you tryna really get it poppin' tonight, huh?" "Hell yeah, Y/N. You thought you was getting away with what you did this morning?" I look up to the ceiling in deep thought, "I'm sorry, I do not recall." He nudges me, "Oh, so you don't remember how I woke you up, told you you were moaning in your sleep--" He drops the bath bomb in front of us..as it starts to fizz and the Jasmine aroma releases, he starts caressing my outer thigh, continuing, "--and that I could help you out with that. You let me get you out your pjs, and just as I was about to eat you like my last meal--" He stops to kiss my shoulder, I let out a whine, "Your alarm went off for work and you pushed me off you." He takes a strawberry and devours it whole, sucking all the juice out directly in my ear, making sure I could hear it. Then without moving, he whispers, "You don't remember that baby?" I bite my lip and my eyes darted back at the sex bomb, it's still fizzing. Turning the water to a beautiful lavender hue. "It's coming back to me.." He feels me closing my thighs together, then he places one hand between them, prying them back open. "Nah gorgeous, we not doing that tonight. I already called your job after you left. You not even getting out of bed tomorrow unless you coming in here, let alone going to work. I called out for you." His finger grazed past my clit as he said it, distracting me, I let out a muffled moan. "Damn..this bath is working. Otherwise I'd be curs--ooh!" Erik takes his other hand to wrap it around my neck and firmly press against that spot that makes me wet every single time, "You not cursing me out, you gon thank me tomorrow for how I'm about to tear you up tonight. You ready for it, Y/N?" I nod, words are completely out of the question while he's giving me this euphoric feeling. He huffs, "Imma let you slide this time gorgeous, but you know when I ask you something, I wanna hear an answer." He releases his hold, "Right?" "Yes sir."

"Good. Good. Now, back to these." He feeds me a strawberry, "So, remember our first date?" I burst out into laughter, "How it was about to be our only date, yes!" "Aye! I told you I was late because--" "Yeah, yeah. Because you robbed a museum and you almost got arrested but the cops lost your tail. I thought you were bullshitting." "I wasn't though. I had to make some bread to take you out." I sank deeper into the warm water, "You lucky you're a charismatic SOB, I had all intentions of not giving you a second date." "Look at us now. Living together, you partner at your firm. I'm running the Wakandan outreach center. We living our dreams." He gave me my glass and held his up to mine, "To three years, and a million more." Our glasses clink and I threw my second glass straight back. "Oh so you tryna get it poppin' tonight, huh gorgeous?" I roll my eyes, "Since I'm off tomorrow, hell yeah."

--

We get out of the bathtub and we're practically all over each other. Lush outdid themselves with that bomb. We barely got ourselves dry with the one towel we had between us as we stumbled onto our California King. I straddle him as his hands find their placement around my hips. I hungrily kiss him, occasionally licking his soft bottom lip and pulling it in with mine. He lets out the most beautiful moan I've ever heard in his deep tone. I swear, I can't get any wetter than what I am now. I kiss his outer jaw then whisper close to his ear, "Happy anniversary, baby." I trail kisses back down his jaw, to his neck. He hands move from my hips, through my scalp, running his fingers through my hair as he felt a slightly sharp pain of my bite. He cooed as I left two nice sized hickeys where he likes to be kissed the most. I make my way back up to his lips as I'm grinding into him, he's standing at full attention at this point. He starts mirroring my movements while his fingers are still entangled in my hair. He breaks our kiss and whispers, "So beautiful." I whisper back, "I love you." 

As he opened his mouth to return the sentiment, I grabbed his hard member and dragged it across my dripping slit. His mouth hangs open when I drop down onto it. I bottom myself out as I rock back and forth on him, I just hear 'Ah' over and over as I go each way. I occasionally roll my hips around as he hisses and grabs my hair with full force. My lips go back to his ear, "You like that baby?" I can tell he's biting his lip because I hear a muffled moan come out as I roll my hips around again, "I love it." I kiss his lobe as I groan at his hips crashing into mine. I place more distance between our lower halves, moving up and down on his glistening member. As his head continuously grazes my g-spot, my tone rises. He removes his hands from my hair and return them back onto my hips as he crashes into me harder, making sure to keep the same pace. "Right there, Y/N?" I groan through my answer, "Yes! Right there!" The harder he crashes back into me, the more incoherent my moaning becomes until my voice goes into a falsetto and my first orgasm flows out onto the both of us.

"Ride it out baby, keep going." I'm shaking as my body is trying to give out but his words give me the strength to hold myself up to keep bouncing on him. At this point I'm only hearing the smacking of our skin as we collide and his voice saying my name over and over again, motivating me to keep going. I feel my thighs quivering as he continues hitting my spot, All I could let out was a group of yeses, one higher than the other until my second orgasm surprises me and leaves my entire body quaking. He holds himself right on my g-spot as my walls contract against him, my fluids splashing down my inner thigh onto his pelvis. "Shit, Y/N. Hold up." He digs his hands into my hips and rolls himself on top of me. Once my orgasm finishes washing over me, he starts digging me out like he's on a mission to do it again. He takes his turn to lean into my ear, "You wanna cum again baby?" I yelp as he bottoms me out, holding it there, "Yes!" He pushes himself further up, "Yes, s-ir!" As he almost completely pushes himself out, his hands snake back around my neck and squeezes tight. I become displaced again, the only sense I clearly have left is hearing and I hear myself struggling to groan loudly, splashing, and him yelling my name again. He eases up around my neck and I come back to. I look down and our lower halves are drenched, Erik is looking at me with his eyes halfway shut as he confesses, 

"Baby, I love you so much! You feel so.." I felt my walls involuntarily close around him as I shiver, "Ahh..damn you feel so good." I pull him down to me. Now, we're face to face. He slows his pace all the way down, but the intensity is still present. We're kissing each other through our coos and moans, we both feel my third orgasm creeping up on me. "I love you Erik." I look him in his dark eyes as mine release tears of joy, he wipes one side of my face as he kisses me, slowly pushing in and out of me, "I love you too, Y/N. You're everything--I could ever ask for. I can't be without you. Ever." Erik kisses me again. I open my eyes and I see his fingers fiddling with a ring. I gasp and cover my mouth as more tears are coming down my face, "Marry me. I'm asking you to make me happier than I've ever been. I'm asking you to go through life's ups and downs with me, as one. Marry me, Y/N."

I hold my left hand out, "Yes N'jadaka. Yes!" He places the ring on my finger and I tightly embrace him. He quickly reminds me what we were doing before he asked me to be his wife, pushing himself deeper than he's ever been. I gasp as my nails embed themselves into his muscular back. He pulls back out of me then back to that same spot. I hear a squishing sound that makes me jerk back, he presses back on it making me scream, "N'Jadaka!" he moans in my neck, "Say it again." "N'jada-- ohh!" He drills into me again and again back in that same spot as my orgasm unfolds right then and there. I spill out, more than I ever have before, splashing the sheets, myself, and him. The more he keeps pressing that spot, the more I cum. He huffs out as he lets himself go. We're both shaking and holding onto one another. As he's shooting into me, I'm shooting out on him. He collapses on top of me as we drifted off for the rest of the night.

--

Six days before Christmas "That's everything?" Erik zips up the third suitcase of mine as I'm looking around my room mentally checking off everything that's in my bag. "Yup. That's it." "You plan on leaving me?" I look in his direction, puzzled. "What?" He stretches his arms out over the three large suitcases I have verses the one duffle bag he has. "You literally packed for three people." "No I didn't. Ass. I have two suitcases of clothes, we're gonna be there for two weeks! The third one is for my shoes and toiletries." He shook his head, "This is about to be expensive as fuck." He's right about that. We're going to Toronto this year for Christmas and New Years. My parents moved there about three years ago after my youngest brother moved out. We've never been there so I don't know what to expect weather wise. "You got your passport Erik? We don't have time to turn around if you forget it." He holds two blue booklets up, "I got yours and mine, now lets go." -- WELCOME TO PEARSON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

I hear over the intercom, my eyes are squinting at the bright lights. Erik and I are hand in hand as we navigate through the busy airport looking for baggage claim. We finally find it and with that we find my parents with a big sign reading, "The Stevens" I cover my face in embarrassment. My mother squeals "Y/N! My baby!" She grabs me up and hugs me really tight, rocking me left and right. "How was your flight?" "A nightmare, ma. Seven hours of the same toddler screaming, people coughing in my personal space..I'm tired. Can we go to the house now?" She nods, "Okay baby. Hello Son! How are you?" He hugs my mom, "I'm good Raina, I was tryna keep her comfortable for the entire flight." "You know how fickle Y/N is about packed flights." "She hates it." They say in unison. "Aye! Enough ragging on my daughter. We both hate crowds in cramped spaces! I'm glad you made it out here to see us, lovebug." My daddy kissed me on the cheek and gave Erik a firm handshake, "It's nice to finally meet my son-in-law to be." "Likewise Mr. Y/L/N." "Call me Wallace, or dad." They both smiled at the informality. 

-- We settled into my parent's house quite nicely, and damn is this house nice. Five bedrooms, Seven bathrooms. A Spacious back yard, a minibar in the living room, the kitchen with white appliances and white marble counter tops, the island in the center. They even have a wine cellar for their vast collection of wines! This is truly their dream house. I'm so happy for them. As a retired physician and banker, they really made their dreams come true as empty nesters. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, like I couldn't swallow my saliva. I shook my head and forcefully swallowed. Not thinking much of it, I head to the kitchen where I bump into my brother, Jordan.

"Hey bighead! Wassup?" I nudge him, "Shit, tryna get some water if you'd move!" He steps aside, "My bad. Daaayym! That must cost a grip!" Jordan grabs my left hand, "Nice. Where's my bro anyway?" I point upward, "Upstairs sleeping, we're hella jet lagged. Where's my sister?" Jordan married Daisa last year, she's expecting their first child in February. "She's in the office, talking to dad about plans for our nursery. You know he's hella excited to be a pop pop." I giggle at the name, "Why don't grandparents ever wanna be called grandpa and grandma?" He shrugs, "I don't know.." "Because we're not old." My mom slides in the kitchen from the wine cellar. She slaps Jordan's hand, "You better get a coaster for that cup! Wash it when you finished, too!" "Okay ma! I'm going to check on Daisa anyway!"

I sit on the island as I gulp down my bottled water. "Have ya'll thought about any plans for the wedding yet, baby?" mom sips some of her Cabernet. I shake my head, "Nah, we've just been so.." "Engulfed into each other that you haven't thought about it?" We laugh at the same time, "What can I say? I really love him, ma." "I know you do, baby. You've been glowing since he asked.." She takes a sip, then continues, "Speaking of glow, you know I dreamed about fishes the other night." My eyes instantly rolled at her phrase, my mom being from Florida, she always has these superstitions. The fish dreams are always on point though. She dreamed about fishes last year, Jordan and Daisa found out they were pregnant. Three years before that she dreamed of fishes, my oldest brother Stephan got his fiancee Joyce pregnant. I shake my head at her, "Maybe Daisa is having the baby early." "Girl, she's carrying too small, that baby is just fine in there until February, maybe even March. Erik has been sleep since you guys got here four hours ago. Jet lag, my ass." I then thought about how my older brothers were before they knew their women were pregnant. The Y/L/N tradition always stood, the woman may have some symptoms, but the men always carried the sleepiness and the over eating. It never failed. My dad gained a total of fifty pounds thanks to the three of us.

Last week

Erik had been staying late at work all week, Friday is finally here and I decided to take a half day and cook his favorite. Fried chicken, brown rice, gravy, collards, and cornbread.  He finally got home as the collards finished boiling down. "Hey babe, whatchu in here cooking?" "My baby's favorite!" I sniffed the aromas from the foyer "Y/N, you want something don't you?" I shook my head as I fed him some greens and kissed his olive oil ridden lips, "I just wanna take care of you tonight. I know you been working late this week, So wash up and get ready for dinner." He pulled me in for another kiss as he smacked my ass, "What about dessert?" I giggled, "Nigga. You get dessert every night. Tonight ain't no different." He stretched his arm out and pulled it back to him, "Yes!"

--

I look at him dumbfounded as he devours his meal like he just got home from prison. Erik is eating everything at once, smacking obnoxiously and moaning. "Is it good?" He nodded as he continued smashing his plate. 

SNAP SNAP! "Y/F/N, Y/M/N! Are you here?!" I blink out of my flashback and swallowed hard, "Uh..yeah. Yeah. I'm here. Uh, I'll be back." I run upstairs to our room and closed the door. Almost out of breath, I drink the rest of the water in the bottle and pull my phone out. I immediately pull up my period tracker app..

Day 38, you are six days late (Pregnant?)

Oh, No. I start pacing around the room. Erik and I never talked about kids. He's awesome with the kids at the outreach center, but those are school aged kids. I've never seen him with a baby, baby. I'm still out of breath, I look over to Erik, his eyes are fluttering..shit, he's about to wake up.

DING DONG!

I hear Stephan's annoying ass scream out, "Food's here!"

-- Silence falls around the dinning room table, nothing but forks hitting plates can be heard, with an occasional sip here and there. I look to my left to see Erik smashing his plate once again, which is putting me off of my food. "Son, have you eaten today? You okay?" My dad asks as he passes Erik the box of takeout. "Blink twice if Y/N is not feeding you!" Stephan jokes as Jordan laughs with him. Erik finally slows down, "Oh, nah. I haven't eaten since breakfast. We had a long flight. I guess I'm really hungry." He looks to his right, lightly headbutting me, I return a nervous grin. "So, I dreamed of fishes the other night!" The entire table groans out except for mom and Erik. Stephan objects, "Man look, it's not us! Joyce is on that ICU thing!" She quickly interjects, "It's an IUD, stupid. I'm not pregnant, Raina. We might revisit the conversation in a year or so, but there's no fishes this way." Joyce holds up her wine glass and throws it back, confirming. I gulp down my sweet tea, which is tasting quite nasty, but I had to get this food down one way or another. My dad looks over at Jordan, Daisa yells out, "It's only one in here! She's not coming until February!" "Maybe March!" My mom interrupts, then winks at me.

Like clockwork, the entire table looks at me and Erik. Erik is still looking confused at the entire conversation, "What's dreaming of fishes about?" "Bro, it means swimmers been swimming! Soldiers been marching!" Stephan throws out the ridiculous figures of speech. Erik looks around the table again then his light bulb turned on, "Ohhhh!" He laughs and goes back to eating, "Nah. If Y/N was pregnant, I would know. Ain't that right, baby?" I laugh with him, "Yeah! Mhm." Everyone shrugs it off and my dad changes the subject to Canadian football. I scoot my chair back and dismiss myself to the upstairs bathroom. That tea really threw my entire meal off, I feel myself heave as I'm climbing the stairs, I shake my head trying to shake off the feeling. Then I heave harder, feeling my dinner come up. I run to the bathroom and made it just in the nick of time to reach the toilet.

"Y/N! You okay, baby?" My mom's voice echos through the east wing of the second floor, I'm still throwing up..not able to answer. She leans against the doorway of the bathroom and smiles at me from the mirror, "I'm never wrong." I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

--

Three Days before Christmas

The past three days have been torture. I still hadn't bought a test to confirm or deny mom's allegations. I'm scared to know for sure. Even though I'm sure I am, especially since I throw up every night after dinner, and my mom meets me at the bathroom door with sparkling water like clockwork. Saying the same thing, "I'm never wrong." I cringe just thinking of the way she says it. So arrogantly, like she knew all along it was me. Even before I thought it was me!

I slept in this morning, I woke up around half past noon and went straight to the kitchen. The men of the house cooked a continental breakfast that blessed the entire house with it's great aroma. I was the last significant other to get up for breakfast, so as tradition stood, I had to set the table. "I'll help you sis." Daisa waddles over to the drawer where the silverware was as I went in the pantry to grab the tablecloth.

I fan the cloth out over the table and Daisa follows, laying down the forks and spoons in front of each chair. "You ready for my niece to get here?" She sighed deeply, "YES! Ready is an understatement!" I giggle as I grab the glasses from the china cabinet. "Girl, If I could have her now, I would! She keeps kicking me in my damn ribs like she hates me!" I shake my head as I felt a sharp cramp on my side, I paused as I hold myself where the pain is, "It is you, isn't it?" I look up at her and shrug, "I don't know." She smiles at me, "There's nothing to be scared of, Y/N. That man in there loves you. He's been gawking about you all morning! 'Y/N just made partner at her firm! Y/N is a better cook than me! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.' His world revolves around you. You two will make great parents." Somewhere in the middle of her saying all of that, I start crying. She shushed me as she pulled me into her, "It's okay love. Whenever you ready to find out, we'll go to the store, okay?" I nod as I wipe away my tears.

-- Christmas Eve

"Alright guys, We're going on our last minute Christmas shopping spree! We'll be back--" "Whenever we get done spending your caaaash!" Joyce interrupts my mom as we all laugh out the door. We spend our car ride to Eaton Centre singing along to all the nineties girl group hits. Mom finally finds a parking space and we arrive in the crowded mall. Mom pulls out the directory, "Let's see here, I have to go to the J. Crew to get Wallace his sweater." Joyce joins in, "I have to get SJ his iPad Mini at the Apple store." Daisa links her arm into mine, "I'm done with all my shopping, so I'll just go where Y/N goes." Mom hands me the directory, "I guess I can get Erik this watch he's been talking about from Top Shop." "Alright ladies, We'll meet at the food court at four for lunch!" We all go in opposite directions to our destinations.

"You know, there's a pharmacy in here too?" Daisa says as she's looking through each display window we pass. "Oh, really?" She nods, "There's no time like Christmas Eve to know, Y/N." I sigh and throw my arms up, "You're right. Let's get this watch first." We finally reach TopShop and the store is almost packed wall to wall. We pry through the crowd to the accessory section where I find his Rosefield black and gold watch with a black snake skin-like material band. N'jadaka loves black and gold. I love the way it looks on him. He looks so regal, as he should, since he's Prince of Wakanda and all. Daisa and I waited in the checkout line for almost an hour, but I got the watch, She asked them for a large gift bag, I was about to object before she put her hand up, "I got this. Don't worry about it." "Excuse me!" I stop a girl who looked like she was a local, "I'm sorry, I'm visiting from out of town, do you know where the Pharmacy is?" She nods and says, "Go down this way, down the stairs, make a right, It'll be past the Victoria's Secret." "Thank you so much. Happy Holidays!" She returns the sentiment as Daisa and I walk past her to our new destination.

Daisa and I come to the conclusion to buy three ClearBlue tests since they were the easiest results to read. It was fifteen minutes until four so we buy the tests and make a beeline for the food court. We pass the Starbucks where we find Joyce at the front of the line, she grabs her caramel macchiato, "Do y'all know there's a different word for sneakers here? The barista kept saying, 'Nice runners' I'm like, 'I'm not running nowhere!'" Daisa and I look at each other and bust out in laughter. Mom finds all of us with mad bags in her hands, "What are we eating?"

-- We finally get home around six, the boys are yelling in the living room, we all look at each other and say in unison, "They're drunk!" I hid Erik's present in our room and put the pregnancy tests in our bathroom drawer. I hadn't taken them yet, I was waiting on my mom and Daisa, but her words rang in my head 'no time like Christmas Eve to find out..' I grab one test from the drawer and urinate on the stick. I place the top back on it and put it back in the drawer. I go back down in the living room where my family sat around the TV watching football. My fiancee watching with his lips tucked, dimples poking out, and an egg nog sitting in between his legs. His eyes meet mine and he sets his cup aside, patting in the space for me to sit. I lay against him as everyone else is heckling. His lips connect to my scalp, "I'm tired babe, I think I'm gonna go down early." He rubs my arm, "Okay baby, I'll be up in a while." I nod then get up and look in Daisa's direction, she winks at me tells Jordan she has to use the bathroom and we both go upstairs.

We get to the second floor, "I took one." "What did it say?" I shrug. "I took it and put it in the drawer." My mom nudges us, "Well, go find out!" The few steps to our bedroom feels like a thousand, I peer down to my hands, they're shaking and sweating. Daisa holds my left hand, my mom holds my right, "No matter what the test says, You'll be alright. You're loved, not just by Erik, but by all of us. You're good." My mom flips the light switch in the bathroom. I open the drawer with the used test in it, I grab it and squint my eyes at the results

Pregnant ☺(7-8)

I drop the test, as it hit the tile my mom picks it up and smiles, "I'm never wrong."

Christmas Day       

Babe.. Babe..Y/N. Wake up! My eyes flutter at N'jadaka's voice, "Hm?" "Merry Christmas, baby." He holds out a box. I rub my eyes and sit up, "What is it?" His lips collide with mine, "Open it." I claw at the top part of the box, "What is it?" He helps me, it's his father's chain. "I thought, I'd give the person that means the most to me, the thing that means the most to me." He pulls out the chain and places it around my neck, "The ring, is made of vibranium. It's totally impenetrable." I pull him to me, "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses my forehead, "I love you too, Y/N." "Y/N! Erik! Time to open Gifts!" My mom calls us from downstairs.

We watch as SJ opens up his gifts from all of us, He got all of the clothes, toys, and games his little heart desired. As he was distracted by his new Audi toy car, the adults opened their gifts. Stephan got Joyce and upgrade to her engagement ring. Joyce got him season tickets to the New York Giants games. They only agreed to give each other one gift since they splurged on SJ. Mom got dad private chef lessons from the sous chef of Gordon Ramsey's restaurant, a few sweaters and ties, and a trip to Dubai for next Christmas. My dad got mom two new charms for her Pandora bracelet, an iPhone XS and a Caribbean cruise for the end of summer. Jordan and Daisa agreed to open their gifts when they got back home, they figured traveling with the gifts would be a hassle at customs. 

Daisa waddles out of the living room when Erik hands the rest of us black and purple envelopes. I open mine and it reads:

"You are invited to the union of N'jadaka "Erik" Stevens-Udaku and Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N in matrimony at the Royal Palace of Wakanda on the eighth of June in the year of Two Thousand and Nineteen... Erik.." 

"Baby. I know you said we would plan a wedding, I've been planning it for months. T'Challa and Shuri helped, I got your parents blessing last summer over the phone." "So that's why you welcomed him with open arms?" My parents held each other on the arm of the couch, "Mhm." "Now, all I need is you, your dress, and your answer. Will you marry me, in Wakanda this summer?" 

Daisa waddles back in the living room with the large TopShop bag and a box. "Open your gifts." He stares up at me, puzzled. "What's your answer?" "My answer is, open your gifts." He opened the box first, it had his watch in it, which had a note at the bottom. As long as time exists, you'll have me. Love, Y/N. Erik looks at me as he takes the tissue paper out of the bag, he sees another note, "you'll also have me.." He digs through more tissue paper to find all three tests at the bottom of the bag along with a onesie that says, "Arriving August 2019" Erik stands up with his mouth agape, "You're pregnant?" I nod, "I am. So we may have to reset a date after August." He pulls my arm until I crash into him. I look up into his tear filled eyes, I've only seen him cry like this the first time he told me he loved me. I wipe his tears away and kiss him over and over again until his lips break out into the largest grin, "Y/N, I love you." "I love you more, N'jadaka." Everyone crowded around us in cheers as my mom admits again, "I'm never wrong."

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Stop Playing Pt.3

Erik Killmonger X Reader 

Warnings : Cussing it get steamy Profanity Use of The N-word Possivness 

Author Notes: I Know I'm way behind in this story but I'm sorry I'm catching up now. I don't own anything but the plot and the last name.

Y/N was heated how dare he use her feelings against her who he does think he is. Y/N was now pacing in her towel throwing insults at Erik even though he wasn't present. Y/N decided she was gonna be bold and petty by wearing an outfit that she knows he hates. Y/N wore a brown chocolate two piece set that showed her slim figure and her gorgeous chocolate skin.The outfit was showing the top part of her breast a nice deep v cut and her skirt had a slit starting from mid thigh. Y/N then proceeded to put her smedium poetic braids in a half up half down look. Y/N looked in the mirror and she honestly couldn't believe how good she looked. Y/N other friend Monique was texting her to let her know she was outside. Y/N and Monique were more like sisters than friends.

“ Okkkkkkkkayyyyy Y/N i see you stepping on some necks tonight” Monique said hyping Y/N up. Monique was waiting on Y/N to come out of her shell and this was her perfect time to do it. “Well Erik been pushing me not to go to the party even using my feelings towards him so i said fuck it watch me go.” Y/N said making sure she got everything in her purse that included her taser, pepper spray, keys, and her pocket knife. 

“ Girl you are lying to me right now he did not” Monique says while looking at her in disbelief. Good thing they were at a red light because Monique couldn't believe what she was saying. “ That's crazy he needs his ass beat” Monique said while driving off from the red light. “ Girl like somebody is gonna be bold and touch Erik but I did call him a bitch”. Y/N said while pulling up her and Erik messages to show Monique. “ Y/NNNNN you didn't please tell- girl you're gonna get fucked up”. Monique said while pulling up to Aaron’s party. Monique then grabbed Y/N phone to see their messages and there it was clear as day the bitch word that dudes hate to call.

“ Y/N you better not let Erik catch you here he gonna fuck you up” Monique said Monique always been the one to see both sides. “ Girl I don’t care I’m not scared of Erik” Y/N says trying to be bold. “ Y/N we both know that that's a lie.” Monique said while looking straight at Y/N she understands her finally standing her ground but not this way. 

Everybody knew on campus that Erik is crazy and he definitely doesn't play when it comes to Y/N. Monique can only hope Erik or Y/N doesn't do anything wild tonight. “ Well okay you got me there but still he's not my dad nor my boyfriend he doesn't control me”. Y/N said  while trying to tell herself it's okay to have fun. “ You know I can take you back if you want.” Monique said getting ready to start the car.

“ NO I'm not about to waste an outfit especially while looking this good.” Y/N said while getting out of the car. While getting out of the car she already had eyes on her; they've never seen Y/N dressed like that. Monique on the other hand was wearing a nice bodycon dresses that showed off her curves if not her booty better. 

“ You ready to get wasted, Y/N”. Monique said, looping her arm with Y/N.

 “ Ready whenever you are Mo” Y/N said smiling ready to get her party on. It's been so long since she's been to a party and she was ready to have fun.

 --------- 1 Hour Later--------

It's been an hour since Y/N and Monique arrived at the party and Y/N was having the time of her life. So far she smoked 3 blunts with Monique and a few girls from Aarons crew. Y/N whispered to Monique saying she'll be right back.  

Y/N then got up and walked up to one of the coolers and grabbed her Mikes Hard Lemonade. She then spotted two bottles of Hennessy and grabbed one and filled her cup up.  

“ Damn Y/N i didn't know you could pop out like this.” Aaron said, eyeing Y/N up and down. Y/N didn't even notice Aaron was standing next to her.

“ I'll take that as a compliment then so thanks.” Y/N said, grabbing her drinks and trying to walk away from him. He then grabbed her arm to continue having a conversation with her.

“ Wait wait holdup what's the rush” Aaron said while still having her arm in his hands.

“ One can you let me go and second I have to get back to my friends.” Y/N said while trying to jerk her arm out of Aarons.  Y/N started to panic and look around to see if anybody she knew was by her.

“ Okay Okay I'll let you go but there's really no rush your friends can wait “ Aaron said while putting his arm around her waist. 

“ Please let me go. I want to go back to my friends.” Y/N said while trying to get away from him.

 Then she thinks in the back of her mind a move Erik showed her. Y/N then stomped her foot on his and headbutts his chin and ran off to back to her friends.

“ Yo Y/N wait up i just want to talk to you” Aaron said while trying to get up but fails 

Not knowing Corey and Kareem were a few steps away ready to intervene but see she got it covered but they were pulling out their phones to call Erik.

Meanwhile with Erik he was at his apartment rolling up some blunts while trying to study for the test on Monday morning. Yea Erik might be a nigga on the outside but what people that really don’t know him is that he’s a genius to the point that he’s riding a full term scholarship. 

While he was in the mist of lighting him up a blunt he gets a call from Corey.

“ Yooo wassup nigga” Erik said trying to scope out the background.

“ Man nigga you need to get down here fast this nigga Aaron try to pull at Y/N and creeped her out”. Corey said, trying to get out to the patio to give him the full scoop.

“ Nigga creeped her out how”. Erik said standing up while going to unlock his safe to grab his gun.

“ Nigga he spooked her to the point she headbutted him and stomped his foot” Corey said while watching over Y/N with Monique glad to see she safe.

“ Where is she at now”. Erik says, grabbing his keys to his Audi S7.

“ She is with Mo outside next to the pool.” Corey said, still observing the scene.

He then sees Aaron walk up to Y/N and Mo trying to get her attention. He then sees Aaron try to grab Y/N up from her seat when Monique got up and blocked him. Corey couldn't see what was said but knew all hell was about to break loose.

“ Erik you might wanna hurry up cuz this nigga in her face again trying to grab up on her” Corey said in rushed tone trying to get outside fast as possible.

“ Nigga I’m outside”. Was all Erik said before he ended the call.

Meanwhile with Y/N after the incident with Aaron. She ran to find Monique and quickly told her what had just happened. Monique sobered up real fast asking Y/N was she okay.

“ Honestly right now Mo I want to go see Erik”. Y/N said while trying to dry of her chest since he spilled on her when she headbutted Aaron.

“ I can take him to you if you want i do----”. Monique was cut off by Aaron approaching them.

“ Y/N what you did back there wasn't cool we need to talk”. Aaron said while trying to grab Y/N arm again but Monique stood his way.

“ Y/N doesn’t want and doesn't want to talk to you so you can just step” Monique says while taking her off heels to get more leverage.

“ Mind yo Business this is not between you” Aaron said while trying to step up to Monique.

“ Nigga she right there is nothing for you to say to Y/N but all i know is you better step out her face”. Corey said, walking in between them. Everybody on campus also knew anybody who ran with Erik was just as crazy as him. It also didn't help that Corey and Monique were dating.

“ Nigga I don’t have to do shit yall at my party so i can do anything i fucking want.” Aaron said, stepping up to Corey.

“ Nah nigga you don’t because that the case you gonna leave in a body bag” Erik says few steps from behind Aaron.

Erik looked at Aaron ready to kill but he was not gonna bring that side out in front of Y/N. 

“ Y/N come here let's go”. Erik said while moving past Aaron wanting him to do something so he can fuck him up. Y/N immediately stood up to go to Erik's side but was stopped by Aaron who grabbed her arm from behind Erik.

When both Erik and Y/N felt her jerk back they turned their heads to look at was keeping her back. Erik followed the line of sight to see that Aaron was holding her back. Erik then cocked his arm back and punched Aaron in his face hard enough to knock him out. 

While everybody was still in shock about what just happened Erik and Y/N were already in his car pulling off.

Erik looked over at Y/N and  grabbed her by her neck said.

“ I’m about to fuck you up i hope you can handle it”. Erik said. He then let her neck go and zoomed off into the direction of his apartment.

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Stop Playing Pt.5

Erik Killmonger X Reader

Warnings : Smut, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Choking Kink

Author Note: Please Remember this is my first smut.

Y/N was tired Erik already made her cum 6 times in 30 minutes. Y/N couldn't handle she tried to tap out multiple times but Erik wasn't having it. Y/N then felt Erik at her entrance she couldn't help but try to move away from him more so his dick. Erik grabbed Y/N by her ankles, noticing her trying to run.

“ Where you think you going , you are about to take all this dick, '' Erik says with a predatory look in his eye. Y/N definitely couldn't handle the look in his eyes, it was making her wetter.

Erik then slowly enters her so she can adjust to his size. Erik was in heaven she was so wet so tight he had to hold back from slamming into her. Erik started giving Y/N slow deep strokes he made sure she felt everything.  Y/N was loosing her mind she never had sex that felt this good. Everytime Erik hit that one spot in Y/N that always made her run. 

Erik couldn't hold out for any longer Y/N felt so damn good to him he’s trying to give her time to adjust but the way she clenched around him had him losing his mind. Erik then snapped he felt her clench him tighter than before and before they both knew it Erik was pounding into Y/N. Y/N was clawing his back the minute she felt him go harder she knew she was done for. 

“ Whose pussy is this?” Erik asked slowing down his thrust and looking Y/N in the eye.

“ Fuccckkk its yours Daddy its yours” Y/N says breathless 

“ That’s what I thought talking all that shit how I’m not Daddy but look at you now creaming all on my shit” Erik says while moving Y/N to doggy style. Erik fixes Y/N arch to the way he liked it and started going rougher and slower at the same time. Y/N felt like her soul was leaving her body Y/N then starts tapping out she couldn't handle how much pleasure he was bringing her body.

Erik decided to have mercy on Y/N and her body and started rubbing her clit so they can both cum at the same time. Erik feels her pussy clenching his dick and comes right with her.

“ Fuccck” was all Erik could say his dick felt sensitive and loaded so much in her he was speechless. 

Y/N was already passed out snoring away. Erik felt accomplished he put that ass to sleep. Erik thens goes to get a warm towel and wipes between her legs making Y/N shift a little bit. 

Erik then gets into bed with Y/N and wrapped his arms around her bringing her into his chest and fell asleep. 

--- The Next Morning---

Erik felt the sun on him through his curtains and turned away rolling into Y/N who was cuddled into his side. He looked at her and started smiling. He felt content.

Y/N felt somebody staring at her so she popped open an eye and saw Erik. Y/N then moves her face into the pillow he was making her smile so hard it didn't make sense. Y/N was also dreading the after conversation she was in love with Erik she just hopped they didn't ruin a good friendship.

“ So what happens now Erik” Y/N says laying on her stomach looking at his pillow to distract herself from looking at him.

Erik thought for a moment he loved Y/N he was just so hurt from his past it was hard to trust but he realized Y/N reminded him of its okay to be hurting just don't hurt others and who you truly care about. 

Erik decided to make up his mind that he wasn't about to let Y/N leave his life just because he scared.

“ Your my woman of course my wife it's been you” Erik says grabbing her chin so she can look at him.

Y/N felt her heart burst at his confession she's been fantasizing about hearing those words.

Y/N kisses Erik and pulls away to get up.

“ Nah where you think you're going you are not going to tease me with that kiss and leave” Erik says getting up trying to run after her.

Y/N starts laughing while running in the bathroom and slamming the door and locking it.

“ Come on babe don't do this to me I'm dying” Erik says whining by the door.

Y/N thought about it for a minute. She didn't notice Erik piclocking the doorknob. Erik snatches her by the waist and starts tickling her.

“ Babe okay , I'm sorry it won't happen again”. Y/N says trying to move away from Erik. He was going to make her pee on herself.

Erik stops tickling her and kisses her with everything he got. 

--- 1 Hour Later---

Y/N was getting ready to meet up with the girls for brunch; she couldn't wait to tell them what went down between her and Erik.

“ Baby you ready” Erik says coming into the bedroom looking for his keys.

“ Yea just let me fix my braids” Y/N says looking in the mirror fixing her braids. 

  Erik just looked at Y/N while against the doorframe and just admired her. He just couldn't believe that he was able to cuff her. Erik couldn't imagine his life without Y/N. She was everything and more.

Y/N was honestly happy because for once she got the man she wanted she’s doing good in school. She has a good group of friends and her mental health was great. Y/N can say she is happy. 

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I’m doing and characters Q&A for Stop Playing you can ask any of the characters questions just be respectful and Chapter 7 should hopefully be up sometime next week I’m also doing an Q&A for What The Heart Wants after I drop chapter 6 so my ask box is open 🍀

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So I know I’ve been Pillay hair with not updating especially for my billy story I just want to say that it will be up both at the end of the week for sure I’ve been going through some things roughly with my family but I promise even chapter 7 of stop playing will be updated thank you for your patience